My Sinnamon Roll Alpha

1.2

Kannis

“Father the humans are putting on a festival.”

The older man smiled and nodded. “We should go. Revel in the merriment.”

I could go without the crowd of people. Only we’ve been stuck on the edge of the woods for some time. It could be fun. A change of scenery was always fun. “Will we sell anything?”

My father and Alpha shrugged. “We could. Gather those pelts there.”

The deer and other animal hides were heavy, but nothing I couldn’t handle. “Ready.”

My mother came from stirring the bear stew. She kissed my father gingerly. Turning my head away, I walked out of our dwelling. My parents have run the pack for several decades. They still adored one another as if it was the first day. I knew it would be eventually time for me to take over.

Only the members didn’t see me as an alpha without a mate. Some assumed I was weak. All because I did not speak unless necessary. Father never allowed their bemoaning to reach my ears. But I heard the whispering of the omegas. A few of them felt they could challenge me. I was the son of Kamedan Orion. I had every right to rule.

While I waited for my parents to finish, my brother bounded up to me. “Going to the festival?”

“Yes.” My tone had been clipped. I love my brother, but he can be annoying.

He got in my face. Tilting his head back and forth. “Why do you get to go? I want to go. I never get to go.” His ears popped out on top of his head.

I adjusted the pelts in one hand. I patted his head, gently ruffling near his ears. “You get too excited. Your ears pop out. Do you want the humans to find out about us?”

Camelan frowned. His green-gold eyes misted. “I can control it. Honest.” His voice a high-pitched whine.

I pulled my hand back. “Maybe next time.”

Camelan stomped. Tears sprang from his eyes. Before I had a chance to say more, he ran off. Father came out to see the last bit of the exchange. “Cam wanted to join us?”

I nodded. “His ears sprouted on his head.”

“He’s young. It takes time to control the involuntary shift.” My father watched as Camelan brushed past the other pack members. He shook his head slowly. “Shall we go?”

I nodded. The humans didn’t interest me one bit, but I didn’t want to be around the pack at the moment.

We could have shifted and ran to the edge of the town, but you never know who is watching. I wanted to shift to get there faster. Instead, we walked. I carried the animal hides with ease. My Alpha spoke low. “The humans are a boisterous bunch. Keep that in mind.”

“Yes, father.”

We continued to walk in silence. The village came into view soon after. As he stated, the noise from the humans reached my sensitive ears. I grimaced. My father scratched at his to adjust to the sounds. He laughed jovially. “I warned you, my son.”

My hands were full of the pelts I couldn’t scratch at them. “It appears it’s more than a festival.” Glancing around, bobbles hung near every stall. Even offerings for the little creatures. We found an empty stall.

My father asked the man next to us a question. “Is this one in use?”

The young man smelled strange. He appeared as normal as I, but he was not pack. He spoke in a low voice. “It’s first come. Are you selling fur? Did you trap them yourself?”

I stared at him. The nature of him bothered me. Father answered in my stead. “We did. All are fine furs. Soft and can be used for many things.”

The young man nodded.

I plopped the furs on top of the stall. We spruced them up. Now all we had to do was wait for customers. Many people stopped by. Almost half of the pelts we brought had sold. We were making a decent amount to keep the pack going.

My Alpha smiled as another person purchased a fox fur. “We may have to hunt again soon if all our furs are sold.”

Nodding, I felt strange. A tingling sensation stirred in my chest. I clutched at my father’s arm. His gaze landed on the perspiration forming on my forehead. Heat radiated all over my body. The furrowed brows caused me alarm until she stood before me.

An angel stood before us. Her hair was hidden underneath the cloak. Eyes redder than the blood of prey. They sparkled. The tingling intensified. Bewilderment couldn’t describe how I felt. There wasn’t anything else I could do other than to gawk at her. A goddess a

When her eyes caught mine, I was sure she was the one I had been waiting for my whole life. Her voice even was angelic. “Did you capture these animals yourself?”

“We did. Hunting isn’t as hard as some would think.” My father answered her.

“No,it’s all about patience.” She smiled.

I willed myself to speak to her. The uncontrollable shyness usually belied a strength, in observing, now a hindrance. She turned those ruby-red eyes to me. “You don’t speak much do you?”

Words continued to fail me. At least my body worked. I nodded my head. Once again, my father spoke on my behalf. “No, he’s shy.”

She nodded. “It just means he’s observant.” She smiled at me. That lovely smile aimed at me warmed my heart. Soothed the tingling feeling.

The smile faded upon our eyes, locking. Her skin coated in sweat. Her hand went to her face. She cleared her throat. “Ahem, um, I should go.”

I stepped towards her, concerned. My alpha also had stepped closer to steady her. “You don’t look well.”

“No, I don’t. I hope you sell all your furs.” A weary smile graced her delicate features. In a blur, she had vanished before our eyes. It was hard to keep track of her.

My father stood there, stunned. His hand went to his chin. Rubbing his beard. “She didn’t seem well.”

The tingling had subsided, but an ache replaced it. “No, she didn’t. ”

He faced me. “Neither did you. Tell me son, what did you feel?”

There wasn’t any other way to describe it. “There was a tingling sensation. It intensified when she was closer. Now that she’s gone there’s this ache. A longing.” It was the most I had spoken since we arrived there. I wished I could have said something to her.

He nodded with a smile. “I see.” His hand slapped across my back. “Well, now this will be interesting to see. How will you find your mate?”

My brows furrowed. My mate? That couldn’t have been possible. The mate bond wasn’t explained this way. It wasn’t a tingle or longing. A knowing feeling was supposed to encompass us both. “But how?”

“Every bond is formed differently. Your mother and I felt a heat encompassing our entire body.” He stopped talking when someone else came up to the booth.

Our pelts were practically gone. There were only a few of them left. He continued. “When mates are of different species, I’ve heard it’s different than what your mother and I have felt.” He shrugged.

There was no way she was of a different species. But those eyes weren’t human at all. Could she be a fairy? What if she was from a different shifter kind? We aren’t the only shifters in the forest. It’s not like I venture far from our territory.

A black pelt caught my attention. It was darker than night. As I touched it, the thought of saving it for her was strong. It would bring out the red in her eyes. “Father?”

He watched the way I had gingerly caressed it. “Save the bear skin for your mate. She may appreciate the gesture. Although, every woman is different.”

I hadn’t understood what he meant. Women were women. How could they be different? All the women in the pack were similar. Only my mother was the most outspoken. The others were subservient to her, but still voiced their opinions when needed. My head inclined.

He waved my confusion away.