Second Chances (mxm, poly, mpreg)

Rejection Never Looked so Good

At 1800 the operatives gathered in the staging area to prepare. Chevy took note of the weres in attendance. He was surprised at the big names called in on this mission.

Cisero De La Vega, 29 - 6'5, black hair he kept in a low fade, beard. Built like a Mac truck. Big and beefy. One cobalt and one milky grey eye. An alpha from the Western Ridge of the Dark Moon pack. His pack merged with Dark Moon nine years ago. He was injured during a mission which cost him the loss of sight in his left eye. Surprisingly, he could now see heat signatures from the eye. No one could explain how that occurred but he now handled recon which included building layouts and troop movements.

Natelly Rizzo, 29.  Cisero's partner, 6'2, goatee, chin length chestnut brown hair and golden brown eyes. Built like a sprinter. Also an alpha. Injured in the same mission as Cisero losing his normal hearing. Since the injury, he had super sensitive hearing with a hearing range far beyond that of normal humans or weres almost like a vampire.  Language expert and medic.

Raven Blackhawk, 27.  An alpha. 6'3, short curly black hair, piercing green eyes with streaks of blue. He became a rogue at a young age when his pack was obliterated by the black-listed Greystone pack. When he became of age, he started his own pack which recently was approved and recognized as an official pack by the council. He met Ari and Dominic at alpha camp and formed an alliance at that time. Interrogation and torture expert.

Snowden Frost, 25,  Alpha of a once isolated and hidden pack. Sea blue eyes, long white hair he kept in a braid down his back. 6'4, slender build, androgynous features. Rumored to be a master of several forms of hand to hand combat and camouflage.

Ari Silver, 30.  Light blue eyes with dark blue tinges. Honey blond hair that shone with the sun he had in a braided Mohawk with similar colored goatee. 6'3 built like Cisero and Dom. Knife expert. Alpha of Dark Moon pack's North Ridge. 

Last but not least, Alpha Dominic Barbosa. His mate.  Commander/alpha of Dark Moon's central or base pack.  6'2.5, steel grey eyes, chocolate brown hair that was long on top and short on the sides and back. Heavy built with a scar that ran from his cheek down to his neck. Weapons expert and commander.

These men were impressive and legendary in the werewolf world in their own right.  Each of them had survived the crushing blow of rejection and built themselves and their packs bigger, stronger, and better than before.  Maybe it was the drive to prove they weren't weak despite being rejected that drove them into beneficial alliances that increased not only their territories, but their strength, wealth, and reputations as well.

Chevy sighed and began checking his gear. He wondered why the moon goddess gave him such an esteemed and well known alpha as a mate.  Surely someone else was better suited.  Chevy was merely a beta.  A lowly warrior under Dom's command.  

Dom hadn't spoken to him since the day before. He figured it was because of the mission. He didn't understand why he was feeling so much already. He didn't feel half of this turmoil with his first mate.

>Maybe with second mates the stakes are higher< his wolf offered.

He frowned and forced himself to put it out of his mind. It didn't matter. The mission mattered. There were twelve werewolves being held as sex slaves in the bdsm club they were set to infiltrate. His job was to get each and every single one of them to safety. He wouldn't fail.  The mate matter had to wait.