He’d texted back, “Me either.” And he’d not.
To his surprise, none here paired up at the setting of the full moon, and he’d retired to his room right afterwards. He wasn’t actually in the mood to hang out with anyone, knowing that Ori had been locked up in the cells.
All the students here had to meet on the full moon in the dining hall and be there 30 minutes prior to the moon setting even. And none of them were allowed to leave until after it had set.
The Alpha Council presided over the full moon setting, in case enemy heirs were paired up. Each student here had been given a simple looking white moonstone band to wear for the setting of the moon. It had clamped on his wrist so damned tightly the moment it touched his skin that he’d known it was imbued with some sort of magic.
Then all of them had been informed, the band would glow a brilliant blue if they scented out a Mate when the moon set. There would be no lying about it to try and hide it, or deal with it on their own. All wolves that paired up here at Alpha College, were taken by the council members so that parents could be contacted, and alliances could be sorted.
No rejection or marking and mating would happen until those moonstone bands were removed after parents were informed and here in the college to help sort it out. They could, however, accept on the spot, but those bands actually stopped fangs from coming out once that band was glowing and activated.
Being that everyone here was Alpha-blooded and an heir of some sort, alliance dealings were a must, as was the standard wolfen protocol of all packs. As for the no rejection part, that was just in case a bond could be developed, and packs brought together by their Mate Bond, to stop the warring; Was the preferred.
He was pretty lucky right that minute, no enemy pack heirs here for him to dislike or ignore, put up with, as he saw with some others. His father liked being friendly, and usually managed to find a way to broker peace with all packs over time, large or small.
They didn’t often see war, rogue attacks, yes, but not war. They did go off for allied assistance in other pack wars, as were their allied agreements, if they could get there in time to provide aid.
It would be his job to do that; to provide aid, but only after he turned 23. Until then, it was still his father and his unit’s job to aid all their allies. He and his unit were too young to do so, not until they’d all finished university and were experienced enough to survive battle, was how his father put it.
Slade wasn’t taking over until he was mated or was 30 if not mated by then. He sighed at that thought it was a long way off, 30 he thought absently, that was 12 years away, 12 years of full moons, 144 full moons setting without him finding a mate. He didn’t relish that, but he did know that some wolves out there had to wait centuries or never got a mate at all.
He shook it off and smiled at the texts he got from Palmer and Yuri about the full moon night’s events in the pack. Even laughed about Lindal bolting from her Mate, Beckham. Of all the wolves she could have been mated to. It amused him that tiny Lindal, got herself a giant of a man, and he was only likely to get bigger. He was from a pure-blooded Elite warrior line.
There were 25 Alphas in his class group and that was who he spent most of his time with. They all hung out on their time off after class. Though he checked his phone daily, and he got messages from Palmer and Yuri, there was nothing from Ori, and he once again debated calling her but let it go.
She’d been mad at him, he’d apparently taken a full liberty and insulted the girl or that was what two of the female Alphas here had said. They had asked him about his escort to the college, had seen him get kneed by Ori and asked him if the girl was his Beta or his lover.
He’d stated the truth, his Beta, and been huffed at, then they’d told him don’t go smelling a she-wolf like that, all deep in the crook of their neck like he’d done, unless you scented the girl out as your Mate; it was apparently offensive to them.
He’d not known that, he had smelled a lot of she-wolves like that during s*x in the pack. They liked it, turned them on even, increased their arousal, which he liked himself.
He’d told those she-wolves what Ori had said to him about him being the Alpha, and he could do as he pleased, and they’d just stared at him, and then he’d been informed quite curtly. Stay off your Beta, she is not just some she-wolf to f**k and play with, it could ruin her position within the pack if it got out.
He’d found Alpha females a lot different to what he’d been expecting, they were actually quite annoyed by all the Alpha males, they were out numbered here three to one currently. Though he had found out after a few days here, it wasn’t the being out numbered, it was the boys trying to lord it over the girls.
Like they were the better of the species, stronger and more important, he’d seen more than one of those boys being put down in training by those girls they’d tried to lord it over. Those she-wolves did not mess about at all, likely, he realised, had to fight twice as hard to retain their position within their packs. Just like Ori did.
A week passed, and he texted Ori, caved in and sent that first one. If he’d insulted her, it was up to him to initiate contact. He kept it light and casual ‘Hey, how’s it going?’
It took her over an hour to answer him ‘Fine, you?’
He sighed a little at her short response but responded as he would normally do, ‘Good, I met some nice heirs, the rules here are pretty strict and training is hard going, I’ll have way more muscle when I get back. ??’ (And even sent a bulging muscled arm emoji attached to it.)
‘Good, you need it.’ She replied.
He almost called her to see what her mood was, wondered if she was smiling as she sent that, or just annoyed that he was texting her. Though likely still mad, he thought, as her texts were all short.
‘How’s training? Being in charge feel?’ he asked, and waited for the reply.
‘I’m being a diligent Beta.’ She sent back and he did sigh this time. Left it at that.
He’d started the conversation, but it was up to him to keep it going. Not their usual. So he texted Palmer, ‘How’s Ori? She’s short with me.’
‘All good, her normal happy self, mostly.’
It was a relief to read that, but ‘Mostly?’ he sent right back.
‘Run-ins with Hayden is all. The boy is being more than the usual pain, trying to lord it over her. Your father put him into our training group, to train with us. Every day. It’s not really going over so well.’
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