When His Wolves Sing (MxMxMxM✔) (MPREG✔) (Shortstory✔) R🔞+

WE ARE FUCKED.

Chapter: 1
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"We are fucked!"

"Fucked I tell you."

"Completely screwed, you and I."

["Okay, what crawled up your ass?"]

"You mean our ass?"

["Fine, our ass-"]

"They did."

["They?"]

The door took that particular moment to tore open from both sides and Leonard was on his feet, nostrils flared as he took in the intoxicating smell coming from both double doors.

He had thought Thrift was on his usual rants once again when he said they were fucked. Well, now, he knew why.

They truly were utterly fucked. Over. Finished.

If the Goddess herself had appeared to him that morning to tell him the day was going to be like this, he would have argued with her.

*****

Nothing out of the ordinary had happened this morning. Well, except for the part when his Betas came to wake him up and inform him about the annual meeting held in his very own Pack once a year before hunting begins. The full moon was due tomorrow and they all couldn't wait to get out into the wild and have fun.

Leonardo could feel Thrift pacing inside of him. His Beast couldn't wait to be let out and run free.

But, today's meeting was going to have two new Alphas. Leonard being the oldest Werewolf still in seat and well, most respected, he anchors these meetings. Not that it has to do with a big issue but it's to establish peace in all the neighboring Packs.

To make sure they all stood by the same Rules.

He wasn't a stranger to the other two Alphas since they have both heard great tales of the giant man from their fathers. But, they have not had the honors of meeting in person. Not to mention being in the same room for hours discussing matters of the Packs.

Well, unless for that one time when they had met at the Stillwater's Training Camp twenty-five years ago.

*****

At age Two Hundred Leonardo didn't look a day over twenty-five. No wrinkles, no gray hairs. Just a few scars from a life long-passed. They were faded reminders of battles fought and won. Well, most of them had been won. The last? Was what took his father away from their world and sent him to the Calm Ethereal.

The final resting place for the Werewolves.

Leonardo and Thrift have only had one mate and he had died so strangely on that night they would never forget. Returning home with his Betas after fighting off the Rogues attacking and killing his people, they had found their mate lifeless on their bed, naked as the day they had mated with him.

Thrift howled for hours on end while Leonardo refused to surface and for months they walked and did everything in their wolf form.

Thrift was stronger when it came to handling emotional distress.

Having suffered for years, Leonardo knew he wasn't going to have another mate.