His shadow

Love puppy

Carter POV

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The day we saw Freya for the first time was on the zoom meeting, when we personally promoted her to Idaho. I remember feeling off right after she made eye contact. It happened so fleetingly that I could only remember those bright orbs. Her eyes haunted my sleep that night as they lurked around in my dreams. My wolf felt restless, as I laid tossing and turning. I eventually got up and headed down to the kitchen. When I walked to the fridge, my brother was already seated at the island, doing something on his laptop. "Can't sleep?"

"Naah, for some reason my wolf seems a bit edgy."

"Is it her?" 'Could you be haunting his dreams as you are in mine?' I could tell that he tried to hide this matter from me, by the shocked expression across his face. Being twin brothers meant that we were more connected than normal werewolf siblings. It plays a huge role in our bond, having shared a link even before birth. We differed greatly from one another, but our brotherly bond was unwavering.

"You felt it too?!"

"Of course mother goddess would play such a sadistic trick on us." Throwing my hands up in the air. It was enough that I protected him throughout our whole lives, now I have to share my mate with him too. I blame our father for this, God dammit! I blame him for everything.

"But she didn't show any signs of_"

"We have Alpha blood coursing through us, the bond would be stronger to us...It's actually quite fitting, seeing how I used to share my toys with you when you would lose yours." Mason chuckled at the memories. I poured myself a glass of milk and went back to bed. "We'll talk more tomorrow. Don't stay up too late, brainiac."

"Yeah."

Thinking about things, it didn't sound that bad at all. Mason was my best friend, if I had to share my mate with anyone, it would be with him. Still, I am sceptical about our pack and how they'll receive the news, when presented. Having twin Alphas is already something entirely new to our pack, and now this. What if people lose their respect for our family, or start questioning our authority? With our reputation, it's easy to think that we're clowning around.

Our father was the ruling Alpha for many years, and he was one of the greatest, if not the best. He, however, only groomed one child to take his place, while mom knew better. Mason was the golden boy, and whenever dad could help it, I had to do all the dirty work. Mason never knew half of the things our father had done. How he lied and kept me behind on father-son outings to clean the pack house. Or let me sit out on family meetings, even though mom hid me in the kitchen so I could eavesdrop. Or even the days when he used to beat me senseless just because I got a higher test mark than my brother. Through it all I had to act as if everything was okay, because he threatened to kill Mason and blame it all on me being jealous. I never really found out why he hated me so much, and I should be relieved that he's dead, but I can't shake the pent up anger hidden inside of me. If I had ever received a chance at a do-over, I would gladly repeat my actions if it meant keeping my brother's innocence intact. Our father was a traitor to his kind, his pack, his kids, but mostly to our mother. The night he died, was the night he tried to ambush the rogue King's territory for their Queen. The goddess gifted their Queen with reigning powers. He was so consumed by his need for power that he left mom for another. In essence, we would be sharing a mate right after our father's infidelity card.

A few hours passed and daylight broke through. I finally had a little sleep until I heard her moaning my name. Her heavenly voice sounded soft and velvety, like a silk of honey melting on the tongue of the beholder. "Carter_Ahh yesss_Carter!" I needed to see those eyes again. Moreover, now that I've finally found my mate, we need to complete the mating process before our pack starts asking questions. I could just imagine how sweet she must smell. They say that the first kiss from your mate is electrifying ecstasy. Soon enough I'll be laying my head between her legs, tasting her succulent jui_ "BEEP-BEEP!! BEEP-BEEP!! BEEP-BEEP!!" My head jerked from the sudden uninviting noise ringing through my ears. "F**K ME! Now you decide to work?! Pendejo." I reluctantly got out of bed, only to find my morning wood rock hard. I turn my shower on and allow the warm water to engulf my body. My mind drifts to Freya, and I imagine her being in the shower with me. I wrap my hand around my length to indulge in my fantasy. Her tender fingertips lightly touch my back before coming around to my front and gripping onto my agitated shaft. She lowers herself until she's on her knees in front of my wet and naked body. I tilt my head back and anticipate her next move. When she finally plants a gentle kiss on my throbbing head, I viciously splurt ropes of c*m all over my shower tiles. My hand strokes out the last of my climax. I easily fixate on how amazing it would feel to have her touch my body. I reluctantly come down from the high and quickly clean up before heading downstairs for breakfast. Mason was still sitting in the kitchen, but this time on a different chair. "Bro, were you up all night?"

"No, I came down a few minutes ago."

"So, what's on the agenda for today?" He looked at me and I smirked at his annoyance. "I mean, other than the opening!" He could never stand how chilled I was with being an Alpha. He always used to say, 'it's a huge responsibility that we're taking over, being alpha is not just about doing what you want or even getting it. It's about the pack and earning your place as their leader!'

"Nothing, other than meeting our mate in person for the first time."

"Now that is something I'm looking forward to." Both elated, and more eager than before.

Before our father's death, he never had a care in the world. He used to go clubbing, drinking and having fun with different she-wolves. I was the quieter one in this relationship. Once our dad died, everything changed. He became more caged with burdens, trying to pick up all the broken pieces our father had left behind. He focused more on his stature, trying to become the perfect Alpha while I became more animalistic in my aggression, chasing a high good enough to help me forget about everything that hurt inside. Our roles changed drastically, with me being the one going to nightclubs, f***king random chicks and taking drugs just to ease my mind. It was never enough to keep my mind tamed, so the wolf inside of me became a ruthless monster, cold and unwavering. I try my best to hide it during daylight, but I've become so comfortable with this side of me that I'm afraid of meeting my mate and not being able to control myself.