A/N: I'm backkkkkkkkkkkkk! LOL! Yes I wrote this months ago and then my muse (the bitch) deserted me so please be patient. I know where I'm going with this it's just actually getting there. Anyway please enjoy and as always please review it only helps my muse come back. Hehehe! Okay sorry about the confusion but hopefully this fixes the issues of the uploaded chapter looking like crap. Fingers crossed! Disclaimer: I own nothing this is all for fun!
Reluctant Mates
John Reese: Alpha to the East Coast Wolves out of New York, known as the Outlaw's. His pack was some of the roughest, meanest, most ruthless wolves on the Eastern Seaboard. No one fucked with them regardless of whether they walked on four legs or two. Although most humans were ignorant of him and their kind, a chosen few knew of them; after all you don't live for hundreds of years without needing some humans to help keep your secrets.
But even those chosen to be let in on the secret knew how dangerous it was to cross a wolf and live to tell the tale. Wolves had hyper sensitive senses that could detect fear, lies, deceptions, arousal; it was those ultra-senses that made them so deadly and dangerous so in effect, basically wolves had their own built in bullshit detectors. When transformed, the wolf was bigger, faster, stronger, harder and more deadly than almost any natural predator. Especially to anyone they considered an enemy.
Wolves like to fuck, fight, and get it right. Not necessarily in that order but that was the gist of the wolf mindset. They could be ruthless. They could be blood thirsty. But only to their enemies or a friend turned enemy; while within the pack everything was about hierarchy and loyalty which dictated some fierce fighting. It was all about a show of dominance especially when you're the alpha, since there were young pups always looking for any and all signs of weakness. Yes it was all about being top dog or in his case Alpha wolf. But being who he was, John Reese Alpha to the Outlaw Pack, he put down anyone who tried to challenge his reign as alpha.
He was considered quite the catch amongst their kind since he was alpha plus thanks to Finch managing his money over the last 100 years, he was filthy fucking rich and quite handsome if he did say so himself.
Speaking of catches, he growled, canines elongating just thinking of the last counsel representative sent to issue yet another pointless warning about how it was the law that an alpha of the pack had to mate and produce cubs to continue the line of strong wolves. He'd like to catch them by their hind legs and take a huge fucking bite out of their asses. He doesn't give a shit what the laws of his kind have declared especially after the pain of the loss of Jessica, his mate he never planned on mating with anyone ever again. He feels guilt for bringing her, a human, into this life when he knew that she wasn't made for it.
The life of a wolf was hard but an alpha's mate had to be tough enough to be the alpha bitch. Even if he was reluctant to admit it, he always knew that she wasn't strong enough. But he'd loved her anyway so he'd turned her and ultimately paid the price for his arrogance. Just thinking of her brought pain, anguish, quickly followed by a rage so tangible it was all that he could do to keep his wolf from bursting forth.
Taking several deep breaths, he can still remember it with precise clarity, as if it happened only yesterday instead of roughly 50 years ago finding his mate and cub slain brutally. It was an image that will never leave him, no matter how long he lived; the image of his cub with his throat slit and of his wife, he can't even think of the horrific condition she was left in, with her face smashed in so badly that he had to bury her with a closed casket.
The rage and madness that claimed him during that time is one of the reasons his pack thrived and received the reputation as vicious, mad wolves because pretty much he had gone insane until he met Finch. Before meeting him he was all about finding out who killed his family and setting out to annihilate them and anyone who got in his way while he did.
But in the process he helped to create some of the chaos that reigned down in the wolf community. It was thanks to Finch, who pulled him out of his rage and anger to help focus on the task at hand, a group of out of control wolves running amuck.
That was why he rewarded that friendship by changing Finch into a wolf. With Finch's help he and his pack were one of the most successful with business ventures worldwide which made him a lot of friends and a shit load of enemies. Still the counsel, who he'd helped to create, could go fuck themselves because as long as he had bitches like Zoe who had no interest in settling down any more than he did, then it was all good. He could mount and fuck pretty much any bitch in the area with just the crook of his finger or paw depending on what mood he was in. One day he knew he would need some cubs to carry on his name but that didn't mean he would have to claim a mate for that.
And he would definitely, never be involved with a human woman, in any capacity, ever again which was a solemn vow he'd made to himself and still kept some 50 years later. No, he could come to an agreement with any of the single bitches looking to be set up for life as the mother of the alpha's cubs.
He grinned, showing teeth as his canines elongated even further as he felt the call of the full moon. He finally let his inner wolf out to play as muscles stretch and bones bend until he's standing on four legs; black fur with patches of white throughout with silver blue eyes.
Among other things, a run through the woods tonight was in order to release some of the tension that was created by the full moon. And knowing him one or more of those things usually included a quick fuck under the moon lit sky with the latest bitch of his choice and 'yes, it wasn't easy being alpha, but damn if it didn't have its perks being top dog' he thinks as he gallops off with the wind whipping through his fur as the run is always exhilarating for his kind.
Unbeknownst to him, fate had different plans for this particular wolf that night as he was destined to crash head first, almost literally, into his future mate however, they would both be Reluctant. Reluctant to admit the attraction on both their parts. Reluctant for Joss to admit he was her wolf. Reluctant for John to admit that once again, his wolf had chosen another human for its mate. But this time, this mate wouldn't be another Jessica.
No, as he would soon find out, this mate would be his equal in every way imaginable a fact that his wolf would take note of immediately and have him clamoring to claim. Both would be stubborn but in the end they were fated to be mated. Let them reluctantly begin what fate has in store for the both of them.