Second Chances (mxm, poly, mpreg)

Challenges

After agreeing to meetup with the others for dinner later, Sloan and Erion followed Alpha Whitebeard down to the field. The set up of the tents and tables reminded Sloan of a comic convention. There were vendors selling jewelry, scents, clothing and more. Some were advertising services and training. One vendor even had jewelry and knick knacks from other species.

Sloan looked around nervously. He wanted to avoid him as much as possible.  He wasn't ready to face him yet.  At least not until he'd gotten his answer from the council.  However, seems that luck wasn't on his side.  The fates were conspiring against him and they nearly crashed into each other.

Several members of both groups began growling as familiar hostile eyes glared at them. Sloan felt Erion's hand tighten around his and looked down.

What do we do?

Nothing. There are way too many here for them to try anything.

But-

Trust me.

"Well, looky looky."

"Alpha Greystone," Whitebeard smiled professionally.

Sloan held his head up high. "Father."

Alpha Zane Greystone sucked his teeth at his youngest son. "Traveling a little light," he said indicating the modest entourage behind Alpha Whitebeard. "Where are your omega slaves?"

Alpha Whitebeard looked back at his companions. It was his second oldest, Ylli that responded.

"We don't need omega slaves or any slaves. We prefer to do our own work."

The Greystone entourage snickered.

Ylli smirked. "It's how we stay so buff and good looking." He tapped his father's muscular chest. "Even in our older years."

Alpha Greystone's face was red with rage. He was the same age as Alpha Whitebeard but was balding and had a massive beer belly making him look heavily pregnant. Alpha Whitebeard, on the other hand, had all his black wavy hair which he kept cut to his shoulders and slicked back from his tanned wrinkle-free face. His body was toned and even at sixty odd years of age, he sported an impressive muscular body as did all the males of his pack whether they were alpha, beta, or omega. Even their women were beautiful and nicely shaped for their ages.

Greystone fixed his beady eyes on Sloan but before he could open his mouth, Ylli again addressed him.

"It would be best if you didn't do anything here, alpha."

They looked around. Several vendors and patrons were watching them.  A few enforcers were also looking on.  Greystone waved his group forward sending his son and nephew Leif a nasty glare.

"Weak."

Everyone released a breath nearly melting into puddles. Sloan felt drained and wanted to go home. Erion tugged on his hand.

"Let's finish what we came to do."

Raven moved through the crowd trying to get to the council tent. His beta, Todd, rolled his eyes for the thousandth time as his alpha grumbled and griped about everything under the sun. The head warrior, Bunny, covered his giggles as he walked beside them.

"I'm Alpha Sloan Greystone. I petitioned the council to have my predecessor removed from the pack leadership and to be granted special permission to mark my mate."

Raven and Todd looked at each other. They had several run-ins with Greystone pack. None of them pleasant. Zane Greystone was a homophobe, racist, chauvinist, violent, narcissist. His reputation for abuse and ruthless killing is what got his pack blacklisted by the council.