The Alpha sat in his favorite chair on his private deck, staring off into the woods. The decision before him was such a life-altering one that he didn't know where to turn for advice. His brother TJ was too ruthless to be analytical enough for this situation, while his cousin Vinny was just too young and inexperienced. Plus, ever since he had mated with the beautifully elegant Isolde, Vincenzo had his head lodged so far up the she-wolf's ass that he wouldn't know if the sun was shining. And so, despite their past and previous tensions, he found that he trusted Ryan – and even Rain – most of all. In fact, the pair would probably celebrate the idea of getting him off their backs.
His Beta currently sat before him sipping a cool iced tea, black circles beneath his tired brown eyes, and staring at the Alpha very curiously. "Not to shit all over this moment, but what's up? Why did you text me? You realize that I have a newborn pup at home and a mate who has gone neurotic from exhaustion? She still hasn't recovered from giving birth and, to put it very mildly, she's moody."
Chris took in a deep breath and began tapping his fingertips on the table top nervously. "I'm sorry, I know you are needed at home. But I need advice and I don't know who I can trust, who will even attempt to offer up something intelligent, other than you."
Ryan snorted. He raised his sunglasses dramatically and stared into his brother's eyes. "Let me get this straight, after all that you've done to royally fuck me and Rain up the ass, you're telling me that I'm your best guy?"
The Alpha had the decency to bow his head and look properly chastised. "I know that I've been a royal asshole for quite a few years now, but I'm trying to turn it around. If you don't believe me, I can't say that I fault you – but I promise that I am trying."
At this, the Beta shrugged. "So, what's the deal?"
Chris swallowed back a large sip from his own glass, then sighed. "There are several proposals before myself and our pack for a new Luna. Each pack is offering up one of their most eligible she-wolves, all very beautiful, as an enticement to cement a long-lasting friendship between the White Lightning Pack and their own. Some have much to gain, some have nothing to gain."
Ryan nodded. "You knew this would happen the moment that it was officially announced that Luna Amara had passed into the goddess' arms."
The Alpha pursed his lips. "I did, yes. Fortunately, or unfortunately, my mind was in a million other places at that time, and I didn't realize the magnitude of the future proposals and everything that rested upon their foundations."
"So?" the other man shrugged. "It's no different from any of the myriad of other treaties and proposals and matings that you've authored. Weigh the pros and cons and make a decision."
"I can't," his brother confessed on a lengthy sigh. "None of the she-wolves are...." His voice trailed off then. He paused and glanced up at his sibling. "None of them call to my heart."
"Wow!" Ryan's brown eyes widened at this and he gaped. "Are you feeling alright? Because you do not sound like my brother the Alpha at all right now!"
Chris sighed and offered up a forced laugh. "I'm very lost at the moment, and that's why I trust your judgement and I know you won't spare me your honest thoughts." At this, he slid a folder across the table toward his Beta and then leaned back in his seat, crossing his arms over his chest. "There are five she-wolves in neighboring packs that fit all of the qualifications to varying degrees."
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White Lightning
Werewolf[Ongoing Serial Novel][Werewolf] [MIW] In our world, for every female pup born there were five very eager and wanton males waiting for her to turn of age. Some packs considered their females to be ripe at sixteen, but my great-grandfather had establ...
