PROLOGUE
For two hundred and fifty years James Southland had run his pack smoothly, yes they had their ups and downs but they had survived and were happy. Now he felt it was time to step down and hand everything to his only son Marcus. The only thing was pack tradition stated that only mated males could succeed their father and Marcus didn't even seem interested in finding his mate.
James could feel his mate, the other half of his soul, trying to soothe his worries. 'Gloria, what are we to do? Marcus still doesn't seem anywhere near finding his other half.' James shared through his mate bond.
'Don't worry my love. Marcus and the girls will all find their mates when the time is right. We cannot force them. Until then we live and support them as we always have done. You need to stop fretting love. Luna knows what she is doing with our pups.' Gloria continued to try and soothe James.
'I hope your right Sweet One, I hope you are.' James sighed.
CH 1
"What you doing tonight Gabe?" Marcus asked as soon as Gabriel answered his phone. Gabriel was used to Marcus' to the point attitude and had long ago given up on trying to get him to even use the word 'hello' when calling him or his twin brother Michael.
"Don't know yet. What you got in mind now? I don't need to get in any more trouble with my Ma Marc." Marcus always seemed to attract trouble but as his future Betas Gabriel and Michael were always right in the thick of it also.
"I need to get out of the den for little while. My Da's talking about mates, settling down, finding my second half, blah, blah, blah. When will he realize I'm only one hundred and twenty five years old, just a pup! I have wild oats left to sow!" Marcus confided in his trusted friend.
"Ok young pup." Gabriel laughed. "We'll hit the bar you know your Father won't be there."
"See you & Michael in fifteen minutes outside the front door then." Marcus said as he hung up.
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It was Fiona's first day working in 'The White Lycan' bar as a waitress/bar tender. She'd moved here two weeks ago with her boyfriend and within a week he had up sticks and left her for a woman he'd been cheating on her with and gotten pregnant. Fiona hated him, hated all men in fact. Due to the prick 'sewing his wild oats', she hated that saying, she had been left with a bruised and beaten heart, rent to pay and bills. It was time she stopped her wreck of a life from crashing down around her ears so she had a found a job.
Fiona was an hour early for her shift but this gave her time to scope the place out when busy. She was wearing her favourite dark jeans and black off-the-shoulder top and at only five foot six seemed a Smurf among these patrons. She took a seat at a booth on the right with the Coke she had bought at the bar and closed her eyes listening to the chatter around her.
About five minutes later the one phrase she hated more than anything and her temper flared.
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Marcus, Gabriel and Michael had been in the bar drinking for about half an hour when his little sister Holly came to sit with them. She was wearing 'The White Lycan', referring to his Ma ;The White Wolf', uniform. A black as night shirt with a snowy white wolf's head on the back.
"What's up Hols?" Marcus tried to make conversation with her but knew that she would be here to try and break the rift with him and his parents at the moment.
"You know what's up big bro. I have come here early to try and sort things out. I have a new waitress coming in less than an hour and I'm here because you are sad, lonely..." Holly ranted at her brother unto he interrupted her.
"I'm not sad Hols and I'm hardly lonely. I'm out there nearly every weekend sewing my wild oats and having fun. Where's the..." "Aaaarrrrrgggghhhhh!!!" Marcus was cut off from the noise in the booth behind him. The group all looked towards the booth with curious expressions.
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Fiona had let her temper get the better of her and sprung from her booth and stood in front of the idiot behind her.
"What the hell does that mean?!" Fiona ranted. "Sew your wild oats!! Since when did the male species of the human race become some type of plant!? You're an idiot! What you are actually saying is 'I whore myself around'..." The idiot stood up and kissed her in the middle of the bar, in the middle of her rant as if she was the only one in the room. At first Fiona tensed but the feel of those impossibly smooth satin lips and the tongue licking her bottom lip she forgot who she was and melted into him. Kissing had never felt like this and she never wanted it to stop.
