[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...
The Alpha paced the area near the front gates nervously. Today, in a matter of minutes, each of the three she-wolves that he had selected would arrive for a weekend here with the White Lightning Pack. His brother Ryan's advice had been solid, and there had been no arguing with the Beta's approach to this entire situation: meet the girls and then make a decision. Basing such an important life-choice off paperwork, Ryan assured him, was insane if you were the all-powerful Alpha and had the means to make requests. So, he had done just that and each of the packs had happily complied.
He waited for the she-wolves to arrive. First, there was the oldest of the trio, Felicity, who, at twenty-five, was hardly old by any stretch of the imagination. And yet she'd already lived a difficult life and had lost her previous mate in a horrible accident. He felt a kind of kinship with her almost immediately, due heavily in part to his losses of both Serenity and Amara. Nobody around him seemed to understand how the death of a lover could weigh so heavily for so long, but, perhaps, Felicity might be able to show him empathy.
Then there was Ophelia who, even Ryan had noticed it instantly, was the picture of Rain; they could be identical twins. She was eighteen, petite, absolutely beautiful, and because of her similarities to the she-wolf he had come to love, she would be a fierce competitor for his heart. He didn't want to admit any of this out loud, but the fact was simple: he had come to love Rain. Perhaps Ophelia could be a stand-in for the she-wolf that he truly desired, who would never desire him in return.
Crimson looked like trouble and the part of him that would always be wild loved this about the foxy little vixen. But she was seventeen, and while he felt that the right thing to do, if he chose her, would be to force himself to wait six months, he wasn't certain that he would be able to live up to that goal. He was tired of waiting for a warm body in his bed, and this Crimson looked like she might be able to keep up with him in that respect.
As the she-wolves arrived with their various escorts, he nodded, shook hands, made promises, and ended up with a pile of suitcases that even he wasn't sure he could juggle. But he had wanted to personally welcome the she-wolves to the pack, as Ryan and Rain had both assured him that this was the proper, gentlemanly thing to do. So, he had done as he was directed, and now he found himself guiding three young she-wolves down the pathway toward the main house while he tugged two rolling suitcases and carried four heavy duffle-bags on his right shoulder. Hopefully, his back would survive all of the girls' overpacking!
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There were easily a zillion different places that he could have started his little tour at, but the Alpha felt in his heart that this was the most important locale in all of the pack's expansive and extensive property. Afterall, this was where his heart resided.
He led the three curious young wolves into the pack's daycare center, and straight to the room where his two pups were kept safe during the daytime hours. Together, as they should be. Little Sophia was nearly 8-months now, a wonderfully plump little wolf with a full head of brown hair and massive brown eyes. He wanted to believe that she was the spitting image of himself, but he definitely saw traces of her mother Amara in her porcelain skin. Approaching her large crib, he sighed happily down at his little pup and then turned to the girls. "This is Sophia," he introduced them in a gentle whisper. "She is my first pup and is just about 8 months. Isn't she gorgeous?"
The three she-wolves showed very mixed reactions: Crimson wrinkled her nose in disgust, while Felicity stepped forward to get a closer look at the little she-wolf. Her eyes widened and a beautiful smile crossed her pink lips. "Oh, Alpha, she's stunning! She looks just like you."
Chris actually blushed at this. "Thank you, Felicity. She is my pride and joy."
Ophelia gazed at the little pup curiously, then shrugged. "She's cute."
Not wanting to wake his daughter, Chris lead the group from the nursery and began searching for Layla. He found her, with his heir clutched tightly in her arms. She smiled and welcomed them, and quickly handed him his pup. "Has he behaved today?"
Layla laughed mightily at this. "He's driving Rain up a wall today. Apparently, he didn't sleep last night, and today he's just being a little fuss-pot. He keeps turning his head away from the nipple."
The Alpha nodded, bounced his tiny little pup in his arms, and cooed down into the child's beautiful brown eyes. "Ladies, this is your future Alpha. This little lady's man is Christopher, and he is just about a month-old today."
Layla excused herself quickly, and the girls once again presented a myriad of mixed expressions. Crimson kept her distance from the little pup but smiled at his father warmly, while Ophelia stepped closer and touched a delicate finger to the pup's face. "He's lovely," she appraised the child with a grin. "He is definitely going to break some she-wolf hearts."
Felicity stepped forward then, stretching her arms outward. "May I hold your pup, Alpha?"
While Chris initially hesitated, he soon acquiesced and placed his pup very carefully into the she-wolf's arms. He stood over her, watching closely, arms anxiously prepared to snatch the pup back at a second's notice. But she bounced his heir gently, then positioned the little one perfectly into the crook of her neck, supported his head, and began to coo at him. "What a beautiful little wolf you are," she made kissy-faces at the child. "So very handsome. Look at those big brown eyes, yes. Do you have your daddy's eyes?"
Chris' cold heart warmed at the sight of the she-wolf relishing praise and sweet offerings on his pup. She held him perfectly, clutching him to her body in a warm embrace of safety and care.
Felicity's smile was now at a megawatt frequency as she continued to lavish her attentions on Christopher. He was gazing at her curiously, highly alert and aware that this was a new face in his world. "Hello, Christopher," she smiled at him tenderly. "You are very lovely, such a handsome little man. And you smell delicious!"
Ophelia got closer then and began to run a dainty fingertip across the pup's full head of dark hair. She giggled when she made first contact. "His hair is so soft, and he does smell delicious."
Chris watched the two she-wolves with his son, and he felt his heart swelling a bit. This was warming, this made his body feel fully alive; he loved this sensation of watching his pup lavished with praise. But his sense of protectiveness won out eventually, and he found himself reaching for his heir. When the pup was returned to his strong arms, he clutched the boy tightly and inhaled his scrumptious scent. "I love you, little man," he promised as he began searching for Layla or Rain. "Let's get you back to your momma."
