Chapter 4
Fae magic being different it's been hard to learn how to wield it. Sharon and Luna Bronwyn try their hardest but their magic is different. Sharon is half royal fae but her magic is also witch's magic so they are twisted together. She never learned to separate the two magic sources well, to be honest, she didn’t know she was half-fae. Her magic is so twisted together that she cant figure out how to separate it. So it's been a lot of trial and error and the construction of a special enforced magic building. I may or may not have burned down a few things. My strongest element is fire. Sharon and Luna Bronwyn think my mate will be special but I don’t care about who he is or what he is or she for that matter I don’t care one way or another that's up to the goddess. My only requirement for a mate is they do not try and take my title from me. My father put a lot of trust in me to run this pack after him and no one is taking that from me.
“for the love of your favorite fucking anything get your fat ass out here now ash,” Addie's angry almost full-grown growl fills the room. Nova’s tiny giggles give us away. Addie stomps over ripping the table cloth up and peering in. Glaring she just waits, tapping her foot. I feel sorry for her future pups. Bowing my head I crawl out shooting a funny face at Jordan and nova. Following Addie through the room. Snickering coming from around me. Looking up I glare linking them “extra laps later?” the fast “no alpha” was fast and so was the silence that filled the room. “what if your mate is here tomorrow do you want to meet them looking like a….a…..well a warrior?” she asks dropping her shoulders in defeat. I had never been one for trying to look pretty. Growing up I tried not to be noticed. Then when I met my fathers I wanted to be strong like them. Being named the alpha heir was big. Since then my focus has always been on protecting my pack. “I feel sorry for your future mate. What you gonna wear to hint you in the mood?” she raised a brow at me I shrugged “I figured just walking out naked would work. No?” glance at her with a smirk as she puffs out at my answer.
Following her to my truck “can't even drive a girls car can you?” “and how do I haul hay in a little car? You been over at the capital too long. You need to get back in touch with the ranch.” she makes a gagging noise as we walk around to the driver's door. “oh hell no bitch. You are hands-on in this duo I am the paperwork stay inside where there is no mud. Now I will always have your back in a fight but if I don’t have to get dirty then why?” she shrugs throwing open my door to climb in. “so no rodeo partnerships?” I ask and the bitch gasps like I just slapped her. “you can bring one of the cowboys home they are fun to look at but please make sure they get hosed off. Why do you all not realize you all smell like dirt, hay, and poop?” she looks around the truck “why does it always smell like a barn in here?” “probably my boots in the back seat.” I shrug. “see that right there what if your mate hates the country life?” “then I think they would make for a horrible mate to me and the pack.” I can't blame her for feeling like she does. She grew up in a sheltered pack. It's called the hidden flower for nothing. And then she just turned fourteen.
“okay boss where to?” pointing out the window “yo homes to meadows formal wear.” she spits out. Both of us barked out in laughter. Turning the key I get a link “hey kiddo you heading into town with Addie yet?” “Just leaving now big papa.” “I’m sorry what?” my dad's husky voice fills my head having me choking back laughter. “sorry blame Addie and her obsession with 90’s hip hop. What did you need dad?” hearing my dad Noah's deep laughter in my head “can you pick up an order at the feed store on your way home. Had a couple of surprise calves show up in that group of heifers from last week.” “WHAT?” I yell at him “why didn’t anyone tell me? What are they and which cows dairy or the big beef cross?” “one dairy and three beef cross. One male in the cross” “ya ill stop in” huffing out. I would much rather be down at the barn with the calves. I had proposed a therapy program where you work with animals. One of those is that milking a cow can teach you a lot about trust. The animal needs to trust you to let you down at her utters. And you have to trust she ain't gonna kick your head in. I planned to use this as my thesis for school doing a double major in veterinary technology and psychology. I don’t know how much I will be able to prove versus it being just a me thing.
My fathers got me a horse one day. He had been abused and was skittish. “when you will blindly follow him and he will blindly follow you come back to me. Until then I don’t want to hear one word about what you deserve. Once you have that stallion's complete trust then you will know how to be an alpha.” and he left me standing outside a round pin with an angry monster of a horse. Was a few months later that found out he was a galineers cob. Looking at the scared angry mountain man of a horse. I can see his ribs and I can't tell what color he is. But it was my horse that taught me you can't go fast and do it right. So I want to prove working with animals either short-term or every day can be beneficial for us and them. Also, I want to continue being hands-on in the packing business as Addie said. I am hands-on shes paperwork.
