Chapter 2
18 years later
Philip pov.
Tomorrow Tyler and I leave for the academy. We will be taking over as the alpha and beta of the pack. We have just finished our alliance tour. neither of us found out mates not that we were in a rush. I grew up listening to stories of how my father saved himself for his mate. he lost his first mate before they could exchange names. Took years for him to find his second chance still, he stayed pure for her. My mother had been my father's first everything. Both Tyler and I had planned to save ourselves but then one stupid night and a couple of pack whores introduced us to blow jobs. Let's just say blow jobs are the gateway drug. After that day I only let she-wolves suck my cock. When I wanted more I would head into town and find a willing female. Humans and witches don’t seem to catch feelings as fast as shewolves.
“philiiiiiiiiippppppppp” the screech of Braylynn fills the air. Looking around hoping she didn’t see me I hide. Yes, I am gonna be the alpha but hiding from my sisters is a must. Being 7 months younger than me we were raised more like triplets. Not fun sharing a birthday with those two bossy bitches. I feel sorry for whoever gets stuck with the spoiled princesses. I link our cousin William “will I will owe you like whatever you want if you come to save me from bray. I don’t know what she wants and I don’t want to know. The last time they got dad to make me drive them to the mall. Please dude you owe me.” I know it's not very alpha-like to whine but I was desperate. I can't take another trip to the mall with them. Will laughs at me through the link “I think mother needs help in the kitchen getting ready for your going away party.” thank the goddess “thanks man I owe you.” will is the son of my mother's demon brother. Aunt Edrya had been a test subject for a new drug the rogue king was developing. the result was the birth of William. When I was 15 father set us down and told us about our mother and Williams's father. Will had thought I would hate him because of what his father did. But how could I blame him he did nothing wrong. Will is one of my best friends. “how about a trip into town tonight before you two leave?” will link back. I just chuckle back at the link.
I soon hear bray head back to the house. Relaxing I head to the back door of the house. Slipping past everyone I took the stairs down to the alpha floor. Well, it's the alpha and beta floor. To open the door to the floor you have to be in the system. Father upgraded the security systems after the rogue king went silent years ago. There had been one or two tries to get on the floors by listening to the code being punched in. So he had a tech company we own to develop a pin pad that the tones of the keys change every time they are punched in and the orientation of the numbers change. But then a young kitchen staff wolf went missing only to find her three days later discarded at the border. So now there's a two-part entry system first the hand scan. That opens the floor door into the entryway. A long sorting table sits at the front of the room for deliverers. This is the common room trusted staff get scanned in. Then to get the alpha or beta doors to open it's a code on the keypad scanning your fingerprint as a rental scan on the face of the keypad. All must add up. Several parts of the system that are in place are not known to anyone out of the families and the sincerity assigned to this floor and families.
The gamma and delta floors are the same as well as the single warrior barracks-style dorms. Males and she-wolves have different sides of the floor. The floors for families look like hotels or apartments the hallways have several areas for a get-together or small flower gardens. My father's friend Ambrose spelled the walls to mimic the walls of the top floor of the house. Windows that look out through seeing what you would if you were standing at that window. Bringing the outside inside. Unlike another packhouse, I have seen we built down instead of up. Learning over the years makes for a great defense. Rogues don’t see the pack as having anything worth attacking for. Packs think we are a small farm attached to a pack somewhere. There are several ways in and out of the house but only one can be found or accessed by a pack member. The main entrance has a steel security door locked into place. The security of the pack in their own homes. My grandfather found this helped with keeping pups calm during an attack. They are safe in their space smelling the scents of home. Playgrounds and dining halls all being a normal thing for them they would never fear a war. I have to hand it to my family we did spend a lot of time thinking about our pack and how to keep them safe.
Slipping through our door I hear the giggles of Raylynn. Shoot. I thought they were with each other. “ray stop I just came to talk to Phil. You said he was in his room he's not so I’m gonna go.” trying so hard not to laugh at the panic in the hunter's voice. Should I save him from the siren? “so ray does father know you are a whore?” cocking my eyebrow at her with a shit-eating grin on my face. Father is very serious about the save yourself for your mate. Easier for a male than a she-wolf to hide. A she-wolf sent changes for three days. It mixes with the scent of the male who was released inside of her. Condoms you say that's a barrier, But the scent of our release inside our mate is ten times stronger to ward others off. This dates back to when we didn’t have mates. These scented women as being claimed and the possibility of pups are at hand. If you had not guessed wolves are pack and family-oriented, we tend to have pups young and a lot of them. We all live together in several different styles of houses. Now I know you're thinking what about same-sex mates or someone not ready to be public about his sexuality. that's easy the only way the scent combination happens is when the hormones of a male and female mix. Biology knows when an egg and a sperm are close to one another. Since males don’t produce eggs the scenting is not activated.
