Second Chances (mxm, poly, mpreg)

Dodging Bullets

Dark Moon was put on red alert status and told to be ready to deploy units at any moment. During the night six members of the Supernatural Alliance went missing. High ranking werewolf council members were assigned guards and a curfew for all weres under eighteen was issued. This did nothing to help the alpha subs with their already overprotective alphas.

The youngest sub was affected by the curfew despite being an alpha's mate. His older companions had to meet with him during the day to complete shopping and planning for his birthday. Verde, newly turned werewolf, had to remain in Dark Moon West for exams and testing by the pack doctor and to do registration paperwork for the council.  Napalm, Beta Todd, and Haira-a beta from Rico's pack - accompanied them everywhere they went.

They hit up the party store for decorations, balloons, and favors. Then Rico directed them to a sex store where Talon, Erion, and Rico picked up and discussed damn near every item on the shelf. Rico bought a sex swing that looked like one needed a PhD in engineering to assemble. Chevy and Bunny stood by the door like shy virgins while Napalm cracked jokes.

When they finally stopped for lunch, Chevy, Erion, and Rico needed a table to themselves for all the food they ordered. Bunny could barely handle a salad. They were halfway through their mea lwhen an argument drew their attention.

A young paprika haired, ponytail wearing, petite male was glaring at an older were that made Chevy's eyes widen twice their size.

"How can anyone be satisfied with a mate like you?! You're fat, bald and have a two inch dick!" He gasped as he was backhanded.

"Oh my," Talon wore a slight grin as he lifted his raspberry tea.

Erion shook his head in disbelief. "Who is that?"

"That's Alpha Thorne of Harvest Moon pack," Chevy muttered.

He stared with a mix of curiosity and revulsion.  Time was not kind to the older alpha. He was balding in the front and his dark hair was dull and dry looking. He had dark circles under his eyes and stubble covered his chin. He had a huge beer gut in front and his once toned arms and legs were flabby.

>Yikes!< his wolf cringed.

>Thank the goddess for small mercies.<  Chevy covered his mouth as he broke into uncontrollable giggles. Everyone looked at him like he lost his mind.

"Chevy, you okay?" Rico asked.

"I'm perfect." He smacked the table as he laughed louder. "Lord goddess! Karma is a bitch."

Erion looked around.  "What's he talking about?"

Rico shrugged.

Chevy wiped the tears from his eyes but kept laughing. "That is my ex mate."

They all whipped their heads around to look again.

Erion's eyes widened as he took in the older were.  "Holy-"

"Sheeeez!"  Rico shook his head.  "Dom is so much hotter."

Napalm and Talon began to laugh harder.

Chevy smacked the table again. "Right!?"  He just couldn't stop laughing.  He, a submissive, mild-mannered, respectful, humble beta was rejected for that Raggedy Ann, foul mouthed, disrespectful, spoiled twink.  It was just too much.

"Shut your mouth or I'll send you back to that broke as pack you were in!" Thorne shouted at his companion.

The twink threw his napkin across the table. "Anywhere is better than with a Jaba the Hut, cheapskate of a bastard, weak-ass alpha like you!" With that, he stood and stormed out of the restaurant.