Filed to story: Sorry Alpha I Am Wolfless Novel
“Me?” I just gaped at them and asked that one word question after a stunned silence.
“Yes. You’ve proven yourself to me, and Bryce said he’s been training you since we left for France. We think you’re ready now.”
“You’ve been planning this for a while?” I was still stunned. “Why not Noah?” I asked him, confused.
“Noah is my Beta, and he’s not the type to want to be an Alpha. He’s happy and would have said no.”
“Why not Jordan.”
“My son will take over my pack, you fool.” Bryce snapped. “Do you want the job or not?”
“I do. I want it.” I answered in a rush, making them laugh.
“Good.” Joaquin laughed. “Now you just need a job.”
“I don’t even know where to start.” I laughed.
“If you’re willing to work hard I know what you can do.” Joaquin grinned.
“You know I always work hard.” I smirked at him.
“I’ll train you to work for me. In my company.”
“Doing what?” I had to know, the look on his face told me he had something up his sleeve.
“As a talent scout, since you so enjoy being a scout.”
I groaned at his words but I couldn’t help but smile as well. If I had never become a scout I would never have the mate and family I have now. I’d take it, and I would make the best life for my wife and child.
And, so my new life as an Alpha began, in the recently renamed wolf pack. I had renamed my pack The Rising Moon Wolf Pack. It was a new start for the pack and a new start for my wife and me.
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FOUR MONTHS LATER
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CARTER
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I was sitting in the hospital room, holding the baby in my arms as Emmalee slept soundly. The bright blue blanket wrapped around my son’s pink little face. He was so adorable. He looked like me, though I would have been just as happy if he had looked like Emmalee. He was sleeping just as soundly and peacefully as his mother was while holding onto my finger gently.
“I love you CJ.” I whispered the words to him. The name, Emmalee’s choice, made me happy as well. My son was named after me, my little CJ, my little Carter Jr., my little bundle of joy.
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Shawn
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I was sitting in the restaurant, across from the girl that my brother had set me up with. He had insisted that I try to date, to get out there and be with people. I just didn’t see the point in it.
Why should I go out there and find a girl, get to know her, maybe even love her, just for it all to come crashing down when one or the other of us finds our mate? I couldn’t do that to a girl. I couldn’t stand to break someone’s heart like that.
Honestly, if it wasn’t for my brother’s insistence I wouldn’t even be here right now. He had told me he thought she was my type, that he hoped she would be my mate. But if she couldn’t be my mate then she could be my distraction. My brother could be so crude and vulgar, sometimes. I found it hard to believe that we were twins with how differently we acted.
“So what do you do?” The girl, Kelly, was pretty enough. She had long platinum blonde hair and pretty hazel eyes. She was skinny, and tall, and amply endowed on the chest. But nothing about her appearance did anything for me. Maybe I just wasn’t going to have a type until the Goddess chose the girl for me. Or maybe I would just never mate with anyone.
“I’m a warrior.” I answered her, she was a wolf and would know what that meant.
“A warrior?” She seemed to like the sound of that. “You must be strong. And good at fighting.” I could see her eyes darken and fill with heat.
Things always started this way. The women were always interested in my career, interested in a man that was in a burly type of position. Every time they found out that I was a warrior they perked up a little.
“I do quite a bit of training, yes.” I knew where this was going. They would want to hear about the work that I do, the missions that I go on, and those things were confidential.
“Where have you gone? Have you ever been in any interesting fights?” I knew it, it was just like all the other times. “Ooooh, do you work with the Alpha and Luna? I can’t believe their wedding is coming up.”
“I can’t talk about all that. My work can be sensitive and it’s confidential.”
“Boo, that’s no fun at all.” She pouted. “Well what can you talk about?”
“Anything but work.”
