Fractured Alpha (BxB)

{Ten}

Skylar, Storm's wolf, connects his paw with the football he packed for his mate and him to play with while in wolf form.

As soon as Skylar lets his guard down, whilst he watches at the ball soaring overhead, Phoenix tackles him onto the lush grass, playfully baring his teeth at him.

Skylar floats a toothy smile up at the stunning, silver wolf, his fur woven with blonde, as he wrestles around on the grass beneath him.

Phoenix tilts his head at his beautiful mate, his golden irises sparkling with happiness. A hue of green covered the small park. His eyes float between smoky grey and gold, as he peers at him through his eyelashes. To claim his victory, Phoenix nips at the tender part of his snow white ear, and bathes him in the scent of raspberries and sugar cookies.

Similar to a snowflake, Skylar was irrevocably beautiful, but he was perceived as cold based on his outward appearance.

In the depths of his throat, Skylar emits a loud growl and the dominance pouring off of him from his stance coaxes a submissive whine out of the silver wolf, who was glossy from the beams of sunlight. In his golden eyes, flecks of possession shone, staking his claim on the smaller wolf.

With the smaller wolf curled into his side and resting his muzzle onto his faultless fur, the pair watched the whispy clouds float across the sky painted in a muted tint of blue.

A crown sewn out of burnt orange, scarlet, and yellow leaves cascaded onto the wolves from the looming leafy canopy above. As soon as the leaves pelted upon his coat, Skylar caprioled the array of a sunset off of him. Phoenix, however, welcomed the falling leaves.

Phoenix's eyes bloomed with splashes of awe, the storm-cloud like shadows smeared across his tainted fur, as he glimpsed at the unmoving clouds. The white wolf smiled down at his mate, who was captivated by nature's soft graze and serenity. The golden flecks dappled through the clouds, but the sun's brush strokes are shielded and refused the ability to color the sky in warm yellow.

A month has passed since he laid eyes on the small wolf and the giddy smile that budded on his face that rarely wavers. At the permission of Zenaida, Phoenix visited Skylar every chance handed to him.

Steele's mate, Rehan, and him have become friends, but Messiah still turns away, his face colored with sadness, when he flirts with Skylar.

Truly, Phoenix didn't mean to upset the Beta, but he grew jealous when Zyah sat next to his mate, even though she confided to him that she was lesbian.

Every unmated wolf threatened him, regardless of their sexuality, and he felt insecure because of it. Of course, he'd never admit that to Skylar.

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"Can I ask you a question?" Storm prompted, his palms sweaty and his stormy eyes focused on the asphalt of ebony in front of him.

"Sure," Parker piped up, his fingers fiddling with the radio of Storm's Corvette. After he found a station he enjoyed, he leaned back against the cool, bronze leather.

"What happened to your pack?"

Parker stiffened. Into a firm line his lips morphed and he diverted his eyes away from Storm's cloudy gaze. "Uh, my pack... um, my pack..." he trailed off, fear soaring across his eyes.

"Parker, it's fine if you don't want to-"

"I cost my Alpha his life!" he blurted out. Storm blinked at him, startled by his confession. At the confusion he reflected, Parker continued, "I was born an Omega. Because Miller and I were best friends, he gave me the position of Beta when he became the Alpha. When we were attacked by a group of Rogues, however, I backed down because I knew I couldn't take all three of them. Miller refused to back down. He was too prideful to admit defeat. Because of me, he was killed. I couldn't face the pack, so I became a Rogue. In my pack, killing an Alpha is a capital crime, especially when you're an Omega." On his face bloomed a somber smile.

"But you didn't kill him," Storm murmured, tempted to wipe the glassy tears from his cheeks.

"Doesn't matter," Parker reveals. "I still blame myself for his death." The pair basked in the discomfort of quiet for a moment before droplets of rain began to slam against the windshield.

"Dammit!" Storm blurted, as he flicks on the windshield wipers. "Parker, do you have a place to stay tonight?"

Parker blinked aimlessly at Storm, whose cloudy eyes were filled with concern. "Um, I usually just crash wherever. I'm a Rogue, remember?"

"You can stay with me."

"Storm, you don't have to do that. I sleep in the rain all the time. I slept in the icy rain as a pup, too. I'll be okay."

Parker's words pierced through Storm like a crimson coated knife. Thinking of his mate shivering from the cries of the rain made his wolf emit a vicious growl. Through the silvery clouds his golden flecks seeped, battling for the upper hand. Storm braided his hand through his silky curls.

"Let me rephrase that. You're staying with me."

Parker didn't reply. Because he was an Omega by birth, he didn't argue with the strongest warrior, regardless of the fact that it was his mate.

Guilt washed over Storm at Parker's reaction. Worry and irritation was dangerous. "I am sorry, Parker."

He forced a small, tight-lipped smile. "You don't have to apologize for being a higher rank than me. You were born with it. It doesn't bother me, anyway. I've gotten used to submitting to the other wolves. Besides, you're worried about me."

I've gotten used to submitting to the other wolves. The words infuriated him. The fact that he was forced to be submissive to the wolves around him simply because of the rank attached to his name caused him to clench his fists.

And if he was being honest, a part of him was jealous Parker didn't submit to him. At least, in the way he wanted Parker to submit to him.