The Alpha's Done. Rucas Fanfiction.

Chapter 2. Devil's Food Cake.

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Chapter 2
Devil's Food Cake
Lucas' Point of View
Chapter Song: Hurricane by Luke Combs
Chapter Quote: "It's none of my business what people say about me. I am what I am, I do what I do. I expect nothing and accept everything. It makes life so much easier." –Anthony Hopkins

Content Warning: Mature Language

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The whistling wind blows through my bedroom, billowing my curtains out that are really no good to me anyways. I always keep them open, I enjoy the soothing sounds of nature, the rain droplets hitting the earth or the laughter of my pack pups when they're playing outside.

I love all of that, everything that Mother Nature and the Moon Goddess has provided, when the sun is out. There are no rays of sunshine illuminating my bedroom. It's asleep and a crescent moon is high in the sky, it has always been my favorite phase of the moon, though it doesn't illuminate the earth quite like a full moon. Whenever there's no more laughter throughout the pack house, and all my wolves are either sleeping or doing border patrol, my mind decides to run constantly. I can't even remember the last time I had slept through a full night.

Pressing the button on my iPhone, my face turns into a grimace when I see the time. The number five followed by a couple of goose eggs are taunting me, they might as well be pointing and laughing at my inability to shut my brain off for just a few hours. If I'm going to be up, might as well be doing something productive. With a heave, my feet are on the cold hardwood floor. My toes pop with every step while sauntering towards my bathroom.

My eyes stayed glued to the floor, there was nothing to look at in my room anyways. My walls were bare, but the discoloration of the paint on random spaces of the wall made it very clear that at one point and time it had been just as lively as I had once felt. Shaking those thoughts out of my head immediately, my muscles enjoy the shower. The hot water cascades over my ink, every dip and curve of my muscular frame. I was a big guy, but compared to my father I was nothing but a shrimp.

Eventually.

'Human. Make us strong.'

I couldn't help but snort at my wolf, Gabriel, but agreed with him anyways. I didn't have any work now, but with the annual mating ball happening tonight, there was no way I would be bored today. 'Maybe meet mate.'

I shut him off. There's no reason to get into an argument with the other life taking place in my body. That would just cause a headache.

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True to my thoughts earlier, my Delta's mate came into the gym as I was working out this morning. I'd been in here for roughly an hour anyways. "Alpha, are you prepared to discuss the mate ball?"

I give a curt nod and gesture for her to follow me, which she does. I don't like talking about pack things while I'm working out, this is my free time and space to clear my head. Sauntering up the stairs, I catch the eye of a few pups who glance at me with toothless grins before their parents pull them away with a wary look. I'm no idiot, I'm quiet and reserved and that sometimes translates into me being a dick.

Let them think what they want, that's not my problem. As long as they respect me, I don't care who fears me. My whole pack knows I would die for them without a second thought, but I would fight till the very end. This pack is my family and has been my only form of silent support for years. My hand clasps around the bronze doorknob and with my free hand, I gesture for her to enter my office. It's simple, nothing extravagant and I haven't changed much from when my father was Alpha. My large black leather chair creaks ever so slightly when I sit down and place my arms against the lacquered cherry wood. "Go ahead."