OmegAlpha -The Wandering pack T2 ( Complet)

The request

New York in the rain at rush hour wasn't exactly pleasant. The journey of almost 4 hours turned into six. Night had fallen by the time they reached the pack's house in Harlem, at the junction of Manhattan Avenue and West 110th Street.

It was a small building wedged between two large ones. On the ground floor there were shops open onto the street, while the first floor housed offices dedicated to managing the various parks in the area. And the rest of the flats belonged to the various members of the pack. The whole building belonged to the pack and so did the shops in the area. At the end of the street was Central Park on one side and a smaller park, Morningside, on the other. If the Wolves wanted to run further afield there were the riverbanks: the Harlem River, the East River or the Hudson. There were several Alphas in New York, but the city was too big for one Alpha. But of the four, Rosa Santana was the most powerful. Her Wolves had taken over every economic sector in the district: grocery, bookshop, service... Most of them were perfectly integrated into the population and kept their identity, not secret, but discreet. She had also authorised marriages with humans, who were also fully integrated into her pack. The building where the House of the Pack was located housed only around twenty families. The others, even though they lived on Rosa's territory, were autonomous. Alpha Rosa Santana lived in a duplex on the top floor with her wife and Mate Betty Rodney. They had a pair of twins together, Alpha females having the ability during heat to impregnate their partner at the same level as a male.

As soon as they parked, two Betas took their luggage and disappeared into the building, while a third Beta accompanied them to the private elevator which opened only onto the Alpha's living quarters. When the doors opened, they were greeted by a knife that stuck behind them. Morgan immediately pulled Galen behind him, his eyes completely blue and his fangs far too long. Surprisingly, Colin and Eric remained quiet. Eric withdrew the knife from the wall as a woman approached and swore at them in Spanish, gesturing wildly. Her voice was loud, with a lilting accent. Fierce was the first word that came to Galen's mind. She was tall, as tall as him at 85 metres, with dark skin and superb, expressive black eyes. Her heavy, thick hair was held back by an elastic band and styled in a ponytail. An athletic body with biceps more pronounced than his own.

"Rosa! I see you're doing well." Eric said, with a smile, as he came out of the elevator.

She rushed towards him and tried to snatch the knife.

"Eric Coldwater! I told you that if I ever saw your Beta's face again, I'd cut off his bolas and make him eat slice after slice!" She turned to Colin, "What are you doing here, home wrecker! Woman-stealer! Sexual pervert! I'm going to cut your cock off and fry it and you with it before..."

Colin grinned. He engulfed the woman in a bear hug. She struggled but Colin held firm. He kissed her temple.

"Hello Rosa!"

She pushed him away, growling.

"No hello, you mangy son of a dog!"

Eric crossed his arms, "I'll tell Lizzie you called her husband a mangy dog."

She pushed back a lock of hair that had escaped from her ponytail, suddenly calming down.

"You've been a long time coming."

Colin wrinkled his nose, "The traffic's even worse in the rain."

"I'm not talking to you," she said, looking away.

Colin sighed before saying; "It's been ten years and thanks to me you're happily married now."

"I'm still not talking to you. Hello, come into my house. Welcome to my home. Put your teeth and eyes away, Ulfark, it's not you I'm angry with, it's that..."