I have never ever looked at another man twice in my life. It's true that they are some men that look better than others, perhaps have taller and well-built bodies or more gifted but I have never really paid them any attention. I mean, why would I when I have been straight for my whole thirty-two years of existence. I have always thought of myself as a very liberal person. I try not to judge people because really everyone has their own path and they deserve to make their own choices.
Matter fact, a good number of the wolves in my pack are mated to fellow genders. Sure, I always found it odd considering people have to reproduce for the next generation to exist, but I didn't care much anyway. It wasn't my journey to make so it has always seemed futile to dwell on. Lunar love decides who gets who and the rest is history.
At some point in the past, I would wallow in self-pity and think of the kind of mate Lunar love would give me and I had never ever considered another dude. I mean how would that even work? Men were repulsive, sexually that is. In fact, just seeing another dude naked has always been kind of a turn off for me.
It didn't matter whether it was Peter from the warriors who was still mate less and had girls and men drooling over him or Denny one the pretty omegas with a cherry blossom scent who was adored by everyone. I never once entertained a thought about another man.
But seeing the man that sat on the porch brought a whole different kind of feelings I would've never dreamt of feeling in my wildest dreams. I wasn't curious or shit like that about men. I have always known what I wanted and got it but this... This is a whole different of different.
The man that sat on the porch was of mixed ethnic groups Most likely black and Caucasian. Matt had seen mixed couples and their kids and always thought they looked exotic. Being white and pale like a vampire didn't really feel special in any way in terms of looks for him. White people in his opinion were the least desired race. Sure he was a good looking dude but really he had nothing on the man on that seat.
My werewolf vision enabled me to see way past daylight and I have never been so grateful for my animal genetics. Hence I can clearly see just how stunning he is. Like, kind of enchanting, good looking in a way that one failed to describe. Like he isn't real. something about him just feels not quite... right.
Too pretty.
Especially for a dude.
But apparently am looking at my other half. My mate.
mate
My animal instincts flare to life as a howl ripes from my very core in my mind so loud it has me wincing at the intensity of the noise. Just as am trying to tame my animal the pack explodes with congratulations. I had forgotten this part. Where the wolves would feel when their alpha met their luna. It was undoubtedly intense.
And not in the good way.
I frown and cut off the entire pack connection.
I need to focus on what am was seeing right now.
A good two full minutes passes by as am analyzing my mate. I look at the color of his short curly hair and how his facial structure Is both soft yet cutting. I look at his slightly full lips that are currently being run over by his pink tongue. I look at the way his arm moves from his thighs where a bottle of beer judging by the smell is being nestled to the way the man swings it to his lips and takes a gulp, swallowing the liquid.
I look at his strong yet soft looking thighs; I tilt my head trying to catch his feet but give up and start trailing back up very slowly. Savoring the moment.
I look... Until our eyes met and I startle.
I blink.
"Can he see me...?" The thought flashes before my mind.
Am deep in the bushes and there is no way human eyes can spot me from that far. But the more I look, the more he keeps my gaze.
No way.
I turn and look around trying to see if maybe the man is looking at something else but no, He still keeps my gaze. I frown, moving to stand from where am crouched down on the ground. At this the man tilts his head and stands.
He is gorgeous. Definitely the kind of man who made straight men question their sexuality. And he has me doing exactly that in the moment. His legs are a distraction, the way he moves with such grace and strength has the alpha in me thinking of inappropriate images.
And my wolf decides he has seen enough and moves before I can tame my instincts. My animal flares to life and he stalks forward. My yellow eyes burning with a deep need and resolve I haven't ever felt before.
Mate, claim.
Deep in my human mind I know am not thinking clearly but after years of being mate less my wolf is beyond inpatient.
This is his other half and he seeks to claim.
Now.
Am almost out of the woods when a massive weight crashes into me from the side so hard I taste soil as my teeth kiss the dirt. The growl that comes out of my mouth is almost feral and my mind is set on blood. My massive head snaps in the direction of my attacker who just so happens to be my beta wolf. However, my brain is too far gone and the only thing it registers is the threat to our mate.
The alpha is ready to kill.
"Alpha, snap out of it...." my beta starts and I lunge. My eyes fixed on his neck and pounce.