Chapter 3
It could not be.
Mate. His mate. He thought it would never happen to him. Hell, it was so rare as it was to happen to regular wolfs, and considering his (un)lucky streak, almost unattainable to him. Yet, here it was, with fate literally rubbing his nose in it. His mate. There sat his mate. The wolf in him was crawling to get out; it took more and more effort to control him. Wouldn't it be nice if he lost it and transformed, showing those nice wolfs just how not in control he was?
His nostrils flared on their own, Rodney inhaled deeply, partially taking in the scent and imprinting it in his memory and in part to calm down his beating heart. The scent was intoxicating; musky, strong, and definitely male. Now here was a shocker. His father would be so proud. The thought made him stop a few feet away from the four wolfs. He could see a slight confusion on their faces, and a slight frown on the face of the pup. The psych match just might have been too much for him.
It definitely complicated things. Asking for permission to live on some pride's territory was one thing, finding a mate among them was another. Presuming of course, that the other wolf even wanted to mate with him. Rodney never wanted to mate in the first place. Really, he did not. When he was five he has done an extensive statistic that said it was a one in a billion chance for him to find a mate, and he believed it. The numbers never failed him. Fate might have place him here in this place for that particular reason but it did not mean he was just gonna roll over and accept it.
He straightened his shoulders and pulled up to his full height. If he was gonna do this, he was gonna do it with pride. He was done being the pack's bitch. Mate or not, all he needed was a place to stay in peace. Nothing more, nothing less.
Taking one last breath, he moved to the table.
-You were looking for me? He was so glad his voice did not reflect how unbalanced he really felt. Than he did the worst thing he possibly could. He looked right in the eye of his mate.
Connection flared into place.
John. His mate name was John.
*Change of POV
He was drowning in a pool of blue.
He came here, with Teyla and Ronon to check the new lone wolf that wanted to take residence on his turf. He knew sending in Ford to the preliminary scan was a bad idea; the pup still had milk over his lip. But Elisabeth insisted, and as always he did what she wanted.
Being in a Prime sucked. Their Pride was not even that big. Just ten packs living together. But the council was a bitch. He missed the time when there was only him and his pack. No bullshit decisions, just them and the hunt.
-Yeah, remember, that was what got your brothers killed.- he thought bitterly.
The blue was pulling him in. He was so lost he did not even feel the gentle probe. He felt safe. Wanted. Needed.
A sharp pain in his left calf made John return to the present. His nostrils picked up a new scent. The lone wolf had a distinctive scent, it was something familiar. He just could not put his finger on it.
Another jab in his calf told him that Teyla was impatient. So he was not acting like an alpha, but the stranger did not make his radar blink. He did not feel threatened by him, despite the posture and ready to fight vibe.
What was that smell? It was driving him insane.
-You were looking for me?
The voice made him shiver. Even his arm's hair stood up in attention, not to mention other parts of him. He had some pretty strong reactions to some wolfs; humans even, he was no stranger to lust but never this intense. Damn, he did not even know the gay.
Teyla next to him apparently decided that he was gonna take a back seat in this, and took the role of negotiator.
-Rodney McKay? The wolf tilted his head in positive.
-My name is Teyla. I…We represent the Council. As I understand it, you want to live on our territory?
-Yes.
John released a breath he did not know he was holding. That ment he could find the wolf, and explore…
-However you are not interested in joining our Pride.
-That is correct.
Teyla tilted her head, In a way that suggested she was thinking. Not good.
-I find your request strange. Is it not an objective of all wolfs to belong to a pack?
-Maybe. But I am not most wolves. – Rodney's jaw clenched as he answered the question.
-Nevertheless, we find your request disconcerting.
-Why?
-Lone wolfs are not stable.
They all felt the power surge. Ford squealed and covered his ears with his hands. Ronon scowled and Teyla shivered at the amount of raw power.
John shivered too. As the force moved over him he felt strange. He still felt safe, and hornier than ever. At this rate if Teyla pressed Rodney some more, there would be a confrontation, and John did not want to embarrass himself getting up from the table sporting wood.
He wondered what happened to Teyla. Normally it was him and Ronon that needed their reins pulled.
He had enough.
Quiet rubbing sound left his lips. Not loud enough to be heard by humans, but enough to send Teyla a message or where he stood. Most important, where she stood. He did not want to reprimand her, but she was overstepping her boundaries, a little.
Rodney's head snapped so fats in his direction you would think he got back lash.
A smirk played on John's lips, If he was not mistaken he felt arousal in the air. Most importantly, not just his own.
Seems Rodney liked the more dominant side of him.
This could be interesting.
TBC
AN: still unbeta'd...