My name is Aaron Zayev. I am the current alpha of the Blood Harvest Pack. It is so named because of our brutality towards rogues. I have an especial hatred towards rogues, more so than any member of my pack; except perhaps my father Kaylem. My mother was brutally murdered by rogues who snuck onto the pack grounds. Ever since that day, my father and I were determined to make our pack the strongest, killing any rogues that found their way onto our lands. My family is strong and loving, and all our pack members are loyal to a fault. I am considered a fair and tough Alpha amongst other packs, even if I am considered young. I'm 23 with golden hair, tanned summer skin, and six foot three with a hard earned body. I've given up hope that I'll find my mate, wolves customarily finding their mate between ages 18-20. My name means great warrior of wolves, but how can that be if I don't have a mate to make me whole? My name is Cian. I don't know much about the world. I ran away from my house, since it was never my home after my mother died. My father is abusive and bad things, very bad things, were going to happen to me if I stayed. On the scariest night of my life, something happened to me. Things went from bad, to worse. Now, trapped in a cage, the only loving thing I remember are the words from my momma. She said my name meant the ancient one of silver. That I was meant for great things. What's the meaning in a name anyway? This is a male x male story! Don't like, don't read. You have been WARNED.

Being an Alpha is hard enough but imagine being an Alpha that likes guys. Oliver Hans of the Hans Pack, from since he was a teenager knew he liked males. He tried to like girls countless times. Crying at night thinking he was not normal. Now as an adult he finally accepted himself (or so he thinks) for who he is, expect one thing. His pack has no idea that he is gay. Ryan Keller is you basic beta werewolf. He's always been accepted of himself even some of his pack accepts him. With that in mind, it made it easy for him to be himself. The funny, outgoing beta he is.

Sam never searched for his mate, always the lone wolf. The thought of a mate was always in the back of his mind but he wasn't eager to find his other half. When Silver Moon Pack attacked and killed most of the members except a sparse few. The alpha of Silver Moon Pack found his mate who happened to be Sam's brother and took them both back to his pack house. The last thing Sam expected to find was his mate who happened to be a guy. And he also happened to be homophobic and stubborn. "Great."

Being born an alpha means you're on top of the food chain. You can challenge other alphas to take over a pack. You have amazing strength, speed, and endurance. No one looks down on you. Oliver was born in the Northern Pack. He was small as a child, also having been born small to two betas of the pack; his mother having recessive alpha genes. There were yearly parties that celebrated children turning 17. That was the age they could shift into their wolf form and find their mate. Children had the scent of their secondary gender once born, determining what they were from birth. An alpha, beta, or omega. Oliver, who had been excited since the moment he understood what being an alpha meant, was more than excited to shift into his wolf. To find his mate and fall in love. He had already been trained for fighting (all young alpha and beta children were). But the day of the party, at the stroke of midnight, was the moment Oliver's life changed forever. Oliver wasn't just an alpha. No. He was a submissive alpha. Exceedingly rare and looked down upon as unnecessary. Their only use was as a possible breeder to guarantee alpha children; if they tested as fertile. They were given no option to find their mate, practically thrown around as an incubator for any alpha to use at their pleasure. Oliver said fuck you.