Phoenix the Rising Alpha

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Phoenix POV:

I watched as my parents hugged and kissed each other like the kiss was going to be their last.

When my siblings and I grew up we prayed to the Moon Goddess for a love like our parents just not one as passionately open as theirs.

That was until both uncle Jackson and uncle Egon's boys grew up.

Unlike my dad Larry, neither uncle Jackson nor uncle Egon could have babies, well they could, they just couldn't carry them like my dad could. When we were younger we never understood that our father Laurent and our dad Larry were actually our biological parents, with my dad Larry's Phoenix being mine and two of my siblings mother. That confused us until our parents explained everything to us about our dad Larry being a rare white wolf. Anyways like I was saying neither one of them could carry a baby of their own so they adopted two hybrid pup's from the werewolf orphanage. Of course no one knew they were hybrids until my mother Phoenix told both my uncles.

Us eight pup's grew up together and the more time I spent with Blaze, one of uncle Jackson and uncle Egon's sons the more I felt the need to protect him. The more I needed to be around him.

I asked my mother if it was normal and her answer was she wasn't sure because most Alpha's don't sense their mate's until their fifteenth birthday and they had their first shift. She said beings I was only thirteen and hadn't shifted yet she didn't know the answer to my question.

I finally broke down and talked to my dad Larry. His answer was almost the same as my mother's except he told me that the way I felt about Blaze most likely meant he was my mate. I just had to wait a little while longer to know for sure.

I wanted to ask Blaze if he felt anything for me beings he is a year older than me, but was afraid I was the only one feeling this way.

When my dad asked uncle Jackson to come to the packhouse so we can talk to him I was nervous. I knew he loved us, but would he still love me if he found I was one of his son's mate?

I was nervous because I didn't want to disappoint my uncle. He was the best uncle in the world. Uncle Egon was pretty cool but strict, and uncle Jackson was fun and taught us to control our powers. I didn't want to do anything to disappoint him. But after the long talk my nervousness started to wear off a little bit by little bit.

Over the course of two years I became attached to Blaze more and more, unfortunately either I am not Blaze's mate or I am but he doesn't care or acknowledge that I am.

Unlike my father Laurent whom had saved his self for twenty-six years waiting for his mate, my dad Larry. Mine, well if Blaze is my mate and if the burning pain in my chest tells me anything, it is telling me that yes in fact Blaze is my mate, he isn't saving his self for me.

Unfortunately it's not just the burning in my chest that proves to me Blaze is my mate it's also the tears that flow down my face uncontrollably every time I see my mate holding someone else.

I had begged the Moon Goddess night after night to block the pain, but apparently she can't. I had asked my mother to help me block the pain, but to not tell my dad anything because I didn't want him to worry about me. She agreed only until I had the courage to talk to Blaze.

I wanted to I really did, but I just couldn't. Every time I was around him, butterflies erupted in my stomach, my heart raced so fast it felt as though it would jump out of my chest, my palms always got sweaty, and my throat went dry. Half the time we were surrounded by so many other supernatural creatures that even if we whispered everyone else would hear us. I couldn't just go up to him and ask him if we could talk.

I shook my head trying to get the thought out of my head. I knew I needed to talk to him soon. My mother was threatening me that if I didn't talk to Blaze soon, she would not only stop blocking the pain, but she would talk to both my other parents and uncle Jackson and maybe even uncle Egon. I shudder to think what they would think if they found out I was blocking my pain because my mate was being a wolf-whore.

He was worse than those pack sluts and that's saying something.

'We don't have to wait for mate'. My wolf Cypress would say, every time I felt the numbing sting of possible pain.

"No we do not have to wait for mate, but I refused to be one if those Alpha's that need to f**k just because wolves or other supernatural creatures are throwing their selves at me, at us". I explodedly explained to him. Not that he didn't already know.

"Father waited twenty-six years for dad and look how much in love they are still in". "Could you do that to your mate"? I explained, asked him.

'But mate doesn't care'. He said sadly. I nodded my head agreeing with him.

"He might not care but I do". "I thought you did too''? I said sternly.

'I do care'. 'I'm just mad'. 'I'm hurt'. He gritted out the last part in a whispered voice. I shrugged my shoulders at him. I knew how he felt if it wasn't for my mother I would be curled up on my bed trying to force myself to sleep through the pain every time Blaze is with someone else. But thanks to my mother I can't feel the pain, well I can but it's just an annoying dull ache.