♢From Paris to Pack♢

The alpha's Son

Halllooo mah little Masquerade'rs it is Findabhair again and tis part 6 that I am typing now.

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Inix's P.O.V

"Nix-y Baby!"

A mental groan went through his head and he sped up slightly til a pair of frilly fingers clutched his arm.

"Inix Baby, why'd you run from me?"

Lyndsey Hoener clutched his buldging arm in a tight grip, looking up into his eyes with make-up plastered lashes lowered in what she thought was seductive. She pressed her lips together and did a smooching gesture.

He plastered a fake wiry look on his face. "I wasn't runin' Lynds, just tryna' get to class."

She rolled her eyes and hurried to stand next to him. "Then i'm going with you."

Inix just continued striding into the open school doors, his eyes a bit desperate for his packmates. His plastic fuckbuddy scurrying to catch up with him.

Lyndsey was human and one of the big chested cheerleaders he had had a little 'fun' with since the weekend. And man was she getting posessive.

His wolf growled within its imaginative gates, suddenly bothered by her pressence. *Leave her, not mate!* he growled.

Inix made a weird face, turning a corner and leaving the girl in thr dust.

*What do you mean Wolf, whats with all this mate buisness today?*

The canine named Wolf just whined and paced around the mental fence. *Don't know.*

Inix tried to push his curiousity backwards but he just couldnt. Usually Wolf took no notice of his girlfriends, sometimes even welcomed some of the comfort on desperate days. But now...

Again he tossed the thought around, taking no notice of the panting girl desperatly trying to catch up to his near running pace and coming closer to his group's usual hang out which was a seperate line of ten red lockers.

Thats when it hit him straight in the kisser, literally!

A strong waft of Pomogranite and Passion Fruit, an exotic mix but sweet to the core, bathed around his nose making him drool.

Wolf had perked up and was now clawing and leaping at the mental gate made to block him, he was howling with wild need and it took some effort out of Inix to keep him at bay. He'd forget about his friends for a while, this scent must be followed. His wolf begged him.

He continued down the hallway, jogging and searching for the sorce of the mouthwatering smell.

Finally after turning into 'H' hall he spotted his group leaning against a clump of blue grey lockers; all laughing hysterically at something Dylan had muttered. What really caught his attention was the tiny body in the midst of the testosterone pile, a Queen residing in her glory. She had an angelic face, elegant and graced with startling Orange eyes which were rimmed with purple outline. Her honey Blonde hair fell in waves down to her curvy waist and her bust line was impressive for a natural, he had to admit.

*Had? are ye stupid, shes perfect* Wolf barked, his normally rocky Viking-like accent now bubbly and Irish-ish.

He ignored his canine and focoused on her bright beautiful features, his wolf was right..she was indeed perfect.

A possesive growl left his throat and he growled out a single word.

"Beloved"

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Geneviéve's P.O.V

Her nose twitched just a bit and het head snapped forward, away from the goofy faces of the now alert twins. A strong pleasent scent had filled her nose and she nearly fell to her knees. *Maple Syrup and Cinnimon* She groaned inwardly, her own canine, Ide, howling an agreement. Her eyes raked down the hallway and what stood there made her gasp. A boy, more like Man, stood there in his own God like glory, Musceled, sharp and poised. His dark, chocolate brown hair was styled backwards into a falling spike and his bright two toned eyes glowed. One Green the other Gold. He was dressed in a simple yet tight blue polo shirt and light jeans. Shoes to match. His face was sharp and angular, stuble shadowing his jawline and adding to his adult like composure. He was Heaven itself.

She growled, straightening and prowling forward, ignoring the boys faces as she did this. His own word, 'Beloved' left her lips, passion bright in her eyes. They were now inche apart, but not till the mans wolf finally tool over and he pulled her into his embrace, growling and burying his face into her neck.

She purred with wolfish pleasure and allowed him to smell her, taking this oppertunity to press her face to his hard chest and inhale his delightful scent.

"My Beloved," She purred, Ide howling and mingling joyfully with his wolf who she learned is named..well Wolf.

Mate.

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Ayyyee, Part wat..six? o~o im sorry I havent been -Dodges broom- Nuu wait ;D;

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-No one cares-

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Im sowwy ive been Absent you all

-Yall- "Damn straight!"

I knooww

Promise i'll start updating more.

Love yall lil Masqeraders ♡♥♡

~Findabhair