Twenty Six year old Blake Hunter is the Alpha of the largest pack in the region. Finding his mate is the last thing on his mind.
But, in the midst of dealing with uninvited relations, aspiring future Lunas and increasing rogue attacks on his easter...
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It was a full week following the rogue attack before Blake's brother, Asher, rolled up to the front of the pack house, the same cheeky smile on his face as always, and driving a flashy new car.
Waiting impatiently for him on the steps, Blake observed several of the unmated female pack members hovering nearby. A small group loitered around a pile of shopping bags gossiping. Two more, clearly mid-journey from the training grounds, had stopped to stretch out on one of the lawns, and a remarkably large amount of Omega's trailed back and forth, taking routes they'd never normally use from task to task.
They smiled and waved at Asher as he got out of the car. Women always seemed to find an excuse to be busy nearby when Asher visited any pack. Like magnets, they gravitated in his direction.
Their mother had been born a Delta; a rare wolf blessed with gifts from the Moon Goddess. Cora had been given the gift of charm and truth. Blake couldn't claim to know exactly how it worked, but after just a few minutes in her company, people would open up about the smallest details in their lives; often revealing even their deepest, darkest secrets, whether they had intended to or not. She also always seemed to know if they were telling her the truth just by looking into their eyes.
It was a gift that had come in particularly handy when raising her small boys, but she'd only passed it on to one of them, and Asher took full advantage. The man was never short of female companionship.
"Go on, admit it," his brother said by way of greeting as he hopped lightly up the steps towards his brother, waving his arm towards the gleaming silver car. "You're just a little bit jealous."
His dark eyes, that mirrored Blake's own, glimmered with amusement as Marcus whistled under his breath and wandered over for a better look.
"It's a very nice car, Ash," Blake humoured him, barely glancing at it.
"It's an Aston Martin Vantage!" Marcus exclaimed, running his hands appreciatively over the smooth bonnet. "This is more than just a nice car, Alpha. This is a thing of beauty."
Asher raised up his hands in mock despair at his brother's disinterest, and then threw Marcus a grin. "At least, someone at the Blackridge pack has an eye for good taste! Want to take her for a spin?" he suggested, tossing the keys over, and Marcus raised his eyebrow at his Alpha questioningly, a look of sheer longing on his face.
Blake rolled his eyes. "Go on then. Take someone with you though. No one travels alone until further notice."
"On it!" Alex dashed down the steps from behind them and slid over the bonnet to get to the passenger seat. He let out a 'whoop' of joy, and a few seconds later the tyres screeched as they tore out of the driveway.
Asher winced. "In hind sight, not sure that was such a good idea," he murmured to himself.
Blake grinned and pulled his younger brother into a fierce hug - they hadn't seen each other face to face for nearly a year. Looking at the two brothers side by side, their relationship was obvious. In fact, the only noticeable difference between the two of them at first glance was their hair.
