I'm Not Your Socess

Chapter 2: Trenton

        The morning started out just like any other....

        I woke up to the sound of my Beta, Carl, arguing with his mate Rosie, about something or other. I jogged down the stairs in my shorts and t-shirt to the kitchen where the two love birds were. Carl was sitting at the table while Rosie moved around the room, her night-black hair pulled back in a tight braid, cooking breakfast. She was a terrible cook but we weren't going to tell her that.

        As soon as I stepped in the room they stopped arguing. I flashed them both a grin before sitting in one of the chairs. Rosie plated the food she'd made, which was bacon and eggs, and sat down in the chair beside me, across from Carl. This always happened.

        "Looks delicious, Rosie." I said, complimenting the food. She must've thought I was talking about her new outfit.

        "Thanks Trenton, but you have to make sure you stay on a tight leash. I do have my mate after all." She teased, implying her tight, low-cut tank top and thin short shorts. I grinned.

        "I'll try, but no promises." I replied playfully. Carl's growl got my chuckles in return. I left soon after back to my room, taking a nice hot shower.

        After I got into a fresh pair of jeans and t-shirt, I went down into my office to get ready for another busy day of pack work.

                                                       

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         At about 5:00pm I left my office and shifted into my large, midnight-black Wolf, Corey, tearing through the forrest at high speed. I stopped about a mile away from my parents' house and shifted back into my human form. I quickly found my stash of clothes I kept hidden in the bushes beside a marked tree and pulled them on.

        I walked the rest of the way there slowly, enjoying the nice walk, breathing in the fresh, crisp, late-summer air. I knocked on my parents' front door and waited, hands in my pockets. The door opened a moment later, revealing my Dad wearing track pants and a white tee. He grinned and we pulled each other in a hug, clapping each other on the back.

        "Good to see ya again, Dad." I said.

        "Good to see you too, Trenton." He replied with his deep, hearty laugh.

        "Where's Mom?" I asked, noticing that her scent in the house was somewhat faint.

        "She just went to grab some stuff from the store, she should be here in a few."

        "Great."

        "Why don't you come in, I'm watching the game."

        "Sure." I shrugged, following him into the living room where the large flatscreen hanging on the wall was blaring.

        "Want a beer?" He asked as he rummaged through the minifridge beside the tan, leather sofa.

        "Why not."

        I'd just turned 18 a few days ago so I guessed it was Ok.

        He passed me a can and we both sat on th couch, sinking into the comfy cushions. We popped our beers open and drank, waiting.

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        It was about 5:30 when dinner was served and we were all sitting at the table, eating. Mom started scolding Dad when she'd smelled the foul, stale stench of beer on my breath. It was kind of funny. We were all laughing now, glad we'd finally been able to get together for the first time since my birthday. It'd been a very busy week.

        'Alpha.' A deep voice in my head growled, making me jump in surprise. My parents looked at me weirdly. 'I've spotted a rouge, I'm going in.'

        'Thank you, Carl.' I replied through the Pack's telepathic connection. 'Do you need any held?'

        'No, I'm good for now.' Then he switched off the connection.

        "What was that about?" Dad asked before taking a giant bite of his sweet-glazed pork.

        "Carl spotted a rouge." I said simply, shrugging off the annoyed feeling that I couldn't even eat with my parents without Pack business getting in the way. Mom stopped eating immediately and glanced over at me.

        "Shouldn't you go then?" She frowned. I sighed.

        "He said he had it under control." I replied, eating some pork.

        "Trenton." Her voice was low, almost dangerous.

        "Ok, Ok," I said, standing up and leaving.

        I wasn't very happy about this. Carl could take care of himself and he didn't need anyone else to come in and take care of whatever mangy fleabag that'd crawled into our territory. But I went anyways. I'd rather face an angry Carl than my Mom when she's angry.

        I found them quickly, following Carl's scent. As soon as I saw them, Carl had just shifted into his Wolf, Darren, an attacked the rouge. It was a girl and she smelled like a Wolf, but not quite. She dived over Carl easily despite her petit size and rolled back up to her feet like a gymnast, but I doubted she was one. Carl slashed, bringing one of his claws down over her eye. She cried out and stumbled backwards into a tree.

        The right side of the girl's face was heavily bleeding, but the eye itself seemed to be intact. My Wolf suddenly howled, the sweet scent of the ocean and a spicy campfire filling my nostrils. It was truely intoxicating.

        'Mate!' He screamed in my head, trying to drag me over to the midget. She was a little bit larger in the stomach in the average female but was probably only 1 or 2 pounds heavier.

        "Enough." I snapped at Carl, using the Alpha tone.

        Carl turned and bowed his head a little bit, backing away. The beautiful rouge looked at me too, and her face paled significantly. She felt it too. I stepped forward, walking towards her slowly.

        "Mate." I growled in a low voice, feeling my Wolf wanting to take over.

        "You stay the heck away from me!"