“Your father won’t care. I’m just doing what I’m told… like I’m meant to. He won’t like this one bit. Just take it up with him when we leave and deal with him yourself.” Deacon doesn’t really seem to be getting the memo, and it dawns on me that much like I didn’t know, he won’t either, that Colton is his rightful alpha and just by questioning him, he’s breaking all kinds of rules and respect.
He’s oblivious to the pack split, and to him, this is Colton setting off on his own to start a separate sect while still under his father’s order. It happens when males who are next in line become impatient for dominance, and they are then allowed to set up camp somewhere else with any willing to follow. Big packs like the Santos dominate entire regions because of previous generations splitting and setting up across the land, to make sure challenges and disputes don’t arise when young males get too big for their own boots. There’s always only one head alpha though, and Deacon assumes it’s still Juan.
“My father is not the alpha anymore! I am! Now back the fuck up and listen to me, because this is how I say this is going to go.” Colton snaps at him, making Deacon flinch with the intense crazy that came through with that response and he does seem to shrivel slightly. Colton was right. Deacon is a coward, and when he doesn’t have a dart gun and a facility keeping wolf gifts at bay, or thick plexiglass prisons, he’s just a weak ass omega who is the lowest of our pack.
“Juan is my Alpha, I don’t know what makes you think otherwise, and for all I know, you could be lying.” Deacon truly is an idiot of epic proportions and much to my surprise, Colton doesn’t punch him in the face, but laughs instead. A deranged yet somehow boyish noise, and he raises his head and looks at the trucks behind Deacon’s head.
“Do you hear that, Meds? I must be lying!” Colton’s eyes are on the vehicles and I squint to see where he can see her. I can’t. I can smell the sub pack on the wind, blowing gently this way, but there’s nothing but shadows and darkness beyond the lit area we’re standing in.
“I guess we witnessed a mirage then, huh?” Meadow appears slinkily on the roof of the first truck, coming out of the shadows and strutting across the thick solid canvas of the covering like a supermodel. Hand on her hip as she glares this way and the sub pack seem to emerge creepily too. Some around the sides of the trucks, pouring in like beetles, and scaring Deacons pack half to death with the sudden appearance. Cesar appears behind Meadow, up top, while Matteo appears on the roof of the other one. Ninja stealth and almost magical appearances. They know how to spread out and look like there’s more of them. They have a force that’s hard to miss.
“Let me have this one, he’s cute, and I want to play with him!” Jesus slides up behind one of the men who are slightly further out from the rest, and he jumps a mile high, growls Jesus’ way and then back runs to his pack to get away from the taunting smirk and kissing motions. The twins chuckle as they round on them, making more of those sexy wink and kiss motions, cooing the males naughtily. They’re humiliating them while standing casually, languishing like they’re hanging out in a field waiting for a sports tournament to begin. No hint of fear, wariness, or even rage. Just taunting confidence of a pack that know as a unit, they’re fierce.
“I don’t think you’re his type. He likes the soft submissive femmes, so he can feel all man about it.” Radar pokes fun at the member trying to cower behind his pack, and Colton grins at the hilarity of his very intimidating fellows. It’s obvious he’s used to this kind of response when they encounter an enemy, and he doesn’t seem phased by it at all. It now makes sense who was whooping and making noise upon arriving as though heading to a party. They’re comical in a terrifying psychotic way, and you can tell every one of them has tasted blood on a battlefield. You only get that kind of bold scary from experience.
The jokes and presence of his subs do seem to have calmed Colton down considerably, and already I can sense the waves of fury ebbing out as he realizes this pack isn’t worth it. Not one of them are trying to enforce any kind of fight, and Deacon, despite his eyes faintly glowing, seems to be trying to diffuse rather than entice. They’re what I thought when I met them, Omega cowards, and it’s not even honorable enough to fight them.
“You don’t want to battle, that’s fine by me. My people don’t need bloodshed on their own doorstep. We have children here, but you’re not leaving with either of these women without going through me, so maybe you should turn around, tuck your tail back up your ass where it belongs, and go tell my daddy I said to go fuck himself. That I know everything. He’ll know what you mean. Maybe on the drive back to the mountain, you and your crew should evaluate which side of the Santo pack you’re going to run with from here on in, because the future doesn’t look pretty if it’s his.” Snarling in his face, returning to a shot of intimidation, and no hint of any kind of hesitation, or nervousness. Colton is about an inch away from pissing on Deacon and marking his territory, such is his overwhelming hostility as the other wolf crumbles.
Colton doesn’t sound like Colton. He sounds like a man, not a boy. A confident leader, who is extremely accomplished in handling people like Deacon, and it’s like seeing him in a new light. I’ve never had to come head to head with fierce Colton or seen him in real aggression mode beyond the orphanage, and I wonder what exactly him taking his father down looked like. There’s no lie, my inner wolf likes it, and I’m almost salivating over him in this moment, my insides all kinds of churned up and I have to step back and take a few deep breaths to calm the raging hormones once more. The fates definitely picked the right kind of male to match me too. I couldn’t want him more in this moment. Turned on by his dominance.
“I… Umm. He’ll kill us if we don’t take …. umm. I don’t know what went down, but I have to see for myself what Juan says about this.” Deacon is at a loss for words and I can feel every ounce of his bravado slipping away. Deacon visibly swallows a look of confusion running over his face, as he realizes, he just questioned his possible leader, and I swear, he almost sits on the ground such is the way his legs seem to momentarily twitch.
“I’ll kill you if you touch her. So, there’s that.” Colton reiterates with a head nod and shrug, and I shake my head at Deacon, disgusted in the weakness I see before me and smothered in confidence as my own temper riles.
“Not so tough when you don’t have me disabled and stuck alone in a glass room, are you?” I snarl, moving out fully from behind Colton, half expecting him to hush me and send me back, but he doesn’t. He turns a slight way to me, catches my eyes with his glowing amber ones and then slides aside slightly to encourage me to come closer. I guess because he knows Deacon is no real threat to me, he relaxes a little, and much like a wild wolf would encourage his mate to participate in a hunt, or teach her, he urges me to him. I mean, he just let his subs berate theirs, so I guess it’s my turn. My wolf ignites at the invitation, eyes burning in my skull, and I know I must be glowing as red as Colton’s are amber with the tension in the air around us.
“What the fuck.” Deacon almost trips backwards as he scrambles a step away and locks an alarmed gawping set of normal human eyes on mine. Shocked at what he sees.
“Miss those pretties, huh. I guess probably because you were busy shooting her in the back!” Colton teases cruelly, pulling me with a hand on my upper arm and slides me near, in front so I’m between Deacon and him. Getting me close even though he wants me to stand up to this asshat, but he needs to know he’s also keeping me safe.
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