The Alpha's Instinct (Boyxboy)

Chapter Two

Chapter Two

Dallas

My dad didn’t know I was a werewolf.

Not until I transformed for the first time at 6 years old. You see, my grandfather was Alpha to a pack in Northern California. They called themselves the Legions of the Moon. Since my grandpa’s mate was a human, there was a possibility their first child could be human- a very low possibility, but a possibility nonetheless. After my dad- who turned out to not carry the gene of the supernatural- and some werewolf miscarriages later, my grandfather was wholeheartedly disappointed that he did not have someone to continue the Alpha lineage for his pack. That is, until his six year old grandson brought him in a dead bunny for his Christmas present. Needless to say, he was in tears. In twelve short years his grandson (lol that’s me) would take over the Legions of the Moon and lead the pack to great things.

Until a terminal disease was unleashed on our land and only eight wolves were immune to it. Unluckily, my grandfather and mother did not survive. But, my beta Sam knew of a some-what friendly pack of werewolves up in Montana that would welcome us, and me as an Alpha, with open paws. It just so conveniently worked out that my dad and his new wife (who, by the way, knows nothing of our kind) were living a normal life with their normal son in their average home, and they would be happy to have me come stay.

Well, not for long.

An earth shattering shriek shook me from my almost sleep. I grunted and checked my clock. Florescent red numbers blinked 2: 08 am. I groaned. This is the third night in a row Troye has had these nightmares. His mom told me he started getting them more and more frequently about a month ago, but usually he can deal with them. This past week has been excruciatingly painful to get some sleep. Well, I don’t really sleep in this house anyways- it gives me the creeps. Usually I just go for run or crash on the new pack house’s couch. Oh yeah, forgot to mention that. We joined a new pack- The Western Wolf Hills. There’s an Eastern Wolf Hills too because they got into some fight about something 100 years ago. Well whatever, I’ve never even met guys from Eastern. It’s almost like they don’t exist.

Another one of Troye’s pained screams entered my ears. Poor kid. As much as I resent him for being a dainty little boy-loving twerp, I hate nightmares as much as the next werewolf.

The third scream was when I finally got out of bed to check on him. I never do this. But then again, he never screams three times in one night.

I knocked quietly on his door. I could hear muffled sobs from within the room. I pushed open the door and made my way over to the single bed that sat next to the window.

“Troye,” I whispered as I knelt down next to him.

He sobbed some more.

“Troye! Cut it out, you’re gonna wake mom and dad!” I was whisper yelling now. He was still uncontrollably sobbing.

I heard the creaking of my dad’s bed as if he were getting up to check on Troye. Hey we do have good hearing, we are werewolves.  I quickly pulled the blankets off Troye and threw him over my shoulder. He immediately nestled down into my neck and stopped sobbing. His legs were wrapped around my middle and his arms around my neck. His breathing came out in slow gusts down the back of my neck, making my spine tickle. Everyone’s got that one place okay? The place where if someone even touches it- boom instant erection. Mine’s my neck. Yup, all of it. Sucks too, the guys can smell my arousal from like halfway across the room. They’re always making jokes- hah until I fucking beat them down with a cane. Just kidding I use my alpha voice and that usually shuts em up.