This Means War Mr. Alpha

Mate

Three guys began moving into the massive house down the street from my pack house. The eldest one was slim, but still muscular. He was about 6'2" nothing compared to my 6'4". He was considerably paler too. Unlike me he wasn't tanned from being outside.

The youngest of the three was tall and lanky. His dark Brown hair fell over his eyes a lot. It was time the kid got a haircut. He kept whipping it away from his eyes only for it to fall back into them.

The taller and more muscular of the three looked to be about my age, 19-ish. I was turning 18 in a few months. He was almost my height, although about an inch or two shorter than me.

I was having an internal battle within, wether to help these guys unload the three massive vehicles and introduce myself or just watch them like a creeper.

Finally I decided on the latter and went to help the guy out.

"Hey," I called out as I casually strolled up to them "need any help?"

Oh mother of gosh, all three of these dudes were covered in a heavenly scent, peaches and something I couldn't quite decipher. The scent was faint due to them being sweaty and most likely far from the heavenly being who the scent belongs to.

Clearing my throat a bit I began to introduce myself "I'm Nicolas Brimington. . . I live down the street a bit. saw you guys were moving in and wondered if you needed any help?"

"Yeah, sure that'd be cool. This is only half the stuff man, our little sister has a ton more back at our old place. By the way I'm Jace Pently." He was taller than the other two, but looked to be older than the dark brown shaggy haired boy and younger than the built guy with a baseball cap.

The one with the caps features were softer than Jaces. Everything about Jace screamed "warning mess with me I'll rip your face off"

Suddenly, "carry on my wayward son" by Kansas, began playing.

"Hey, can you hold this Nick?" Jace asked, and then I realized it was his phone.

" Yeah, yeah sure" I took the boxes from him quickly, these boxes smelled like pure heaven. Looking down at the box I noticed it was labeled "Layla's Undergarments" this was my mates lingerie and things that only I should be able to see her in. My happy friend down there was getting exited as I pictured her in what the box may hold.

I hoped to god that Layla was their sister and not one of these guys' girlfriend. That'd be awkward....

"Hey, what the fuck bro, so not cool to unload my sisters panties and shit!" the guy with the baseball cap was marching over to me while Jace was trying to listen to the call.

"I'm just holding the boxes for Jace, uhm I'm Nick and you are?" I asked politely not used to people talking to me this way.

He quickly swiped the boxes away from me "Ethan Pently. There are more things in the back of the jeep" He nodded towards the black 2011 Jeep.

"Gotcha," quickly I mind linked my beta and gamma it was time to start unpacking this shit, fast. Faster the guys were settled in the faster my mate would get here.

After about three and a half hours they were unpacked and then the unexpected happened. A huge "Uhaul" came barreling down the street as the sun began setting. A petite girl with long raven hair in the drivers seat. She was beautiful as she focused intently on the road, carefully she parked in front of the house I had helped move in.

She threw open the door, her smell flooded my senses. It was almost intoxicating, fresh peaches and the beach, that was her unique scent. I was there in an instant.