My Alpha Mate

Telling Stories

I try to change the topic lightly. "It was about
time, though, for Graham to get replaced. And
who better than his own son to take his
position? He must be bursting with pride."
"He is, indeed. But the kid's got big shoes to fill
in. I swear his old man is one of the three best
fighters in the pack, even in his 50s."
I laugh. "After you and Jorah, I assume."
"Of course, Lila," he says with no humor
whatsoever. "You never took pack titles
seriously," he murmurs disapprovingly, "but
each title is earned with blood and sweat!"
My father has been a Beta of Emerson Pack for
as long as I can remember. As Mom died when
I was only 7, I often replaced her position for
my three younger brothers: Jamie, and twins
Jason and Jordan.
I moved out of my parent's home when I turned
18, though. Luckily, I seemed to have no mate
and, with Jamie having turned 13, I finally had
the chance to leave the pack and live life freely.
This usually isn't done, and my father was
strongly against it, but no one could ever force
me to quit on something I made my mind about. Father often says this trait would never
make me a good pack member, anyway. So I
went to study psychology and got a degree,
made great human friends, opened my own
practice, and found myself a fiancé. A human
fiancé.
For my
25th birthday, I decided to go back
home and introduce him to my father as the
man I am going to marry. I know he will
disapprove. He is a Pack-kind-of-a-guy.
But I want what I want. I will bring him to meet
my family and we will get my father's blessing.
But for now, I won't mention anything.
"Alright, paps. I can't wait to see you tomorrow."
"Me too, Lila. Take care."
As we park into my family's driveway, I notice
lan fidgeting with distress.
"Babe," I caress his thigh, "everything okay?"
"Just a tad nervous," he admits. He knows
everything about my family, so it seems only
fitting for him to be anxious. Well, not
everything, but the most outrageous thing - that
we can shift into wolves.