My mother and Eric's mother were Scandinavians and they were also best friends. My mother was of Vikings descent. They're the Norsemen raiders and warriors, that was why I was named Thor, the most widely-known powerful god of thunder, known for his bravery, strength, and healing powers?
Eric's mother was the first to move to America when she got mated to an American who came to Denmark for business. The month her best friend left, my mom followed suit. Not because she also found her mate in an American shifter but because she missed her best friendShe met my father, the Alpha of the new pack her friend now belonged to and they fell in love, or so she thought until he found his mate and broke up with her. She was heartbroken and didn't realize she was pregnant until two months after their breakup. By then, his Luna's pregnancy had been widely announced and celebrated.Every shifter in Silver Moon Pack knew who my mother was to the Alpha before he met his mate. Those who never liked her, mostly the she-wolves because she managed to get the attention of the '_almighty Alpha of the biggest pack in North America'_ made fun of her. She left the pack when she couldn't bear the insults and abuse anymore and moved to the outskirts of the human neighborhood where no one would bother her since they didn't know who she was.Even though my dad stopped every form of communication with my mother when he met his mate, I was glad when I learned he never stopped providing for her needs. Mom told me she never lacks for material things till she gave birth to me. Of course every support he rendered to her always went through his Beta, Eric's dad since he avoided her like a plague.The Luna, the Beta's wife, that's my mom's best friend and my mom all put to bed the same month. Eric came first, he was born on the 18th of the month. The two Alpha's sons came on the same day. I was born at 3 am on the 29th while Justin, my half-brother came at 10 pm. I laughed when I heard the story of how the Luna was sad for many days and refused to eat because I'm the first son. She should have met my mom and understood what it feels like to truly be unhappy.Eric and I also got to be best friends since cradle because his parents were always visiting us or when my dad sent his Beta over to bring over some stuff. Except for fatherly love which I never got and Eric's dad did his best to cover up, I also never lacked anything. We attended the best werewolves elementary and middle school while Justin was homeschooled within our father's mansion to receive lessons and training on how to become an Alpha who is capable of ruling and protecting his pack membersI never for once met my dad personally until my teenage years. The only place I got to see him was on TV while granting interviews or attending banquets and charity events. Whenever I asked about him from mom or his Beta, they were always feeding me some cock and bull story about him being too busy. And I've always wondered how a man could be so busy to the extent he wouldn't be bothered about meeting his son, even if he's illegitimate.I was thirteen when I finally met my dad for the first time and it happened because I beat the crap out of Justin for calling my mom a whore. It was his first day of learning in a proper school. During lunch hour, he came straight to where Eric and I were sitting with his minions walking behind him. They all thought I was gonna be an easy game for him to push around because of all the training he received as the future Alpha.What they never knew was that my mother was a warrior. A direct descendant of Vikings and her blood runs in my veins. I already had it in me, even without all the training he received.Our parents were called after we fought and turned the cafeteria upside down. I was surprìsed to see my dad, who they all kept saying was too busy to check on me, come to the school with his Luna to find out who fought his son. He was also surprised to meet my mom and me already waiting at the principal's office. I guessed they never told him the person that beat his precious heir to the throne was his illegitimate son.It didn't matter to my dad that Justin came at me first with his minions, insulting and spoiling for a fight. It didn't matter that he called me a bastard and my mom a whore right in front of everyone. No matter how I tried to justify myself that he started the fight, his Luna still declared that a barbarian bastard cannot learn alongside her only son.Exactly her words. She called me a 'barbarian bastard!' right in front of everyone present. It was a slap on mom's face as she looked shocked and hurt. I looked over at my dad and he had this I-don't-care kinda look on his face. Like 'yeah, so what if she called you that, what's the big deal?' I was also hurt, but what really took the wind out of my sails was when he commanded the principal to expel me from school."What!?..." I exclaimed and sprang up from where I was sitting. To say I was shocked was an understatement. I was completely perplexed that my own father would expel me from school because of a fight with his other son! I never asked to be born so how could he hate me so much!?" I wonderedMy blood boiled with pent-up angry emotions as I stood before him. I was not a skinny kid and was already about 5 feet, 9 inches tall at thirteen. My dad couldn't be more than six feet. I stood almost toe to toe, glaring at him with our three inches difference in height."Would you have come if I was the one that got beaten up!?" I asked him furiously. "If your precious son couldn't take being hit, why come after me then!?... Some father you are!" I spat out the last part when he didn't reply to any of my questions. He just continued at me, his face showing no emotions"How dare you talk to your father like that!?" his Luna shot up from her chair, in response to what I said"You're right. He's my father so stay out of it and mind your fucking business, bitch!" I shouted back at her. I was spoiling for a fight. If her son could call my mom a whore then she can handle me calling her a bitchHer face lost a bit if color out of shock. I guess nobody ever spoke to her in such manner before. She couldn't retort back and looked towards my dad questioningly like she was asking him to punish me for being insolent. When she didn't get any reaction from him she looked back at me, pure hatred burning in her eyes."Common Thor, let's get out of here!" My mom said, pulling at my arm. She picked up my backpack from the floor and handed it over to me. As we walked towards the door, I loved the part where she stopped in front of my dad and gave him a resounding slap in the presence of everyone. Alpha or not.I learned an important lesson that day... As an illegitimate child, nothing would be handed over to me unless I worked hard for it. I was determined to achieve excellence in everything I touch, if not for anyone but for the sake of my mother.My uncle somehow heard what happened to me and insisted my mom return back home to Denmark. Two days later, he came for us himself with his private plane. It was at the airport when we were about to board the plane that all hell broke loose.We didn't know how my dad got to know we were leaving the country. He stormed the airport with his warriors and refused to allow us to board the plane. He had no problem with my mom leaving but he would never let her take me, and ordered two of his warriors to hold me downIt seemed my uncle already anticipated this would happen since he brought along with him huge warrior wolves that were way, way bigger than my dad's warriors. My dad and uncle started arguing. Their arguments escalated into bloody fights with my dad and his warriors suffering the most injuries but still, he refused to back down. When he saw his warriors were no match for my uncle's, he commanded them all to leave. After they had all left, he told my uncle...'You can take your sister, but it will be over my dead body before I allow you to take my son!''Your son? Like seriously!?...' How could he still call me his son after the way he's been treating me!?' I wondered in annoyance.Even if my uncle didn't say it out
Ash's POV"Let her go, Mom, please. She might really be tired. I mean who wouldn't be after having an orgy with five virile werewolves less than six hours ago?" I stop dead in my tracks when I hear what Kent mockingly says while chortling like the sick idiot that he is._Orgy!_... What he said made me understand a lot of things... Why he said he knew what I did and why he called me a whore. It's all because he was already aware of what happened to me earlier that morning! He certainly knew about it. No wonder my assailants smelled familiar. Now I'm certain those wolves are also members of this pack. The incident happened around one in the morning and the current time is fifteen minutes past five. There's no way he could have found out so fast unless he was involved in the plan. I become furious. How could he be so heartless as to set me up to be raped by his friends? How could they be so wicked in this family? What have I done to them to deserve this hatred?Even if I was adopted or
Now that I got myself kicked out before my eighteenth birthday, where will I stay in the meantime? I thought as I hurried back to my broom closet room. And I still need to get to work right now otherwise, the work will be too much for Martha, and I might get punished if we don't meet up with time I enter and look around. I don't have much packing to do since everything I owned in my life fits into one suitcase. I just go to the corner where some paint buckets are stacked into each other. I remove the first five buckets. Inside the sixth bucket, wrapped carefully with a stripe of cloth and a small ziploc bag is the fifteen hundred dollars that I managed to save after Celine collected more than half of my salary every month.I open the ziploc bag and exhale in relief when I see my money is intact. I remove the piece of cloth leaving only the ziploc. Then I fold it tightly, remove one of my sneakers, and put the money inside. I wear my shoes back and tighten the shoelace to make sure
Omg! He's so handsome! A tiny voice whispers in my mind the moment Beta's door opens and a man comes out from it. "Hi… can I help you?" He asks, smiling down at me but I don't reply. Instead, I'm wondering to myself… Who is he to Beta? I'd never seen him before in my two years of working as a maid at the pack house. His smile and the way the flecks of brown and gold in his gray eyes twinkle cheerfully fascinate me so much that I couldn't stop myself from staringHe arches a brow then in amusement and I feel my face heat up in embarrassment when I realize I've just been staring, I haven't responded to his question. Damn, Ash! Get a grip! I snapped inwardly at myself, wishing I could dig into the ground and bury my head inside. It's natural for shifters my age to have needs and urges for the opposite sex but not me. I have never been attracted to anyone from the opposite sex or the same sex for that matter. I don't know why I've never looked at anyone in that manner. This is the f
When I hear the Gamma chief's voice answer to my knock from inside his apartment, my heart skip before it steadily began to do a loud dum dum inside my chest. Right there and then, I begin to regret not accepting Ethan's help. I look over my shoulder, hoping he will still be hanging around but he isn't, he has gone back inside their apartment.I take a deep breath and swallow around the lump that I feel blocking my throat, willing myself to calm down before I slowly push the door in. When I enter, I see him sitting in front of a table by the window. hunch over, and fixing something inside a laptop that has its panel open before him."Gamma Chief..." I greet with apprehension as I step further inside. I wait patiently not far from his table for him to give me the go-ahead or point me in the direction he needs me to work on first. After some minutes of waiting while he continues to work on his laptop. I call his attention again... "Gamma Chief, I'm waiting for your...""What!?" He g
I start to panic the moment I open my eyes. Even though I can't see much through my swollen-shut eyes, I see enough to realize I'm in a strange room, not a hospital bed.'Where is this place and how did I get here?' I ask myself as my eyes wander around the room as much as my badly swollen eyelids would allow me. The room is dimly lit and the curtains are drawn so I can't see much of anything other than the door that is directly opposite my bed.I try as much as possible to remember how I got there but nothing comes to mind. My head feels heavy like my brain is stuffed with wads of cotton wool. The last thing I remember before I blacked out was watching the Gamma chief fly across the room when I pushed him off me. What I don't understand is how I manage to push one of the biggest shifters I have ever seen off me. Where did the strength come from? I wonder until the scene becomes clearer... "Oh, shit!..."I swear through swollen lips when I realize the Gamma chief now knows I have a m
The next floor after the Beta and Gamma chief's floor is occupied by the Sentinels. There are usually four Sentinels in a pack. They are two mated pairs that the Alpha and Beta chose and train to take their places if anything bad should happen to them in futureBy this time of the day, every shifter would have gone to their various workplaces or duties. Since I have the key cards to all their apartments, I open the first Sentinel apartment and enter their living room.Even though I bring Ethan along just to accompany me, I'm glad a nd relieved when he offers to help with the vacuuming while I clean every other place in the apartment. Division of labor is exactly what I need right now. The bathroom is always the last place I clean in every apartment. When I enter the Sentinel's bathroom, I'm in awe and couldn't believe my eyes when I see myself in the mirror above the sink."This is amazing! When did this happen?" I ask the face staring back at me in the mirror. I didn't get to see w
"What!? I ask, staring back at him in confusion. Is there something on my face? Why are you looking at me as if I've suddenly grown a pair of horns on my head" I say as I rub my hand all over my face and head to check if there's something unusual anywhere that I'm not aware of"Yes!..." He replies in all seriousness and then shakes his head "I mean no! There's nothing on your head but something is definitely wrong with your face!""My face!..." I ask in alarm, feeling myself blanch out of fear. The shocked expression on Ethan's face, making me assume the worse already "What is wrong with my face!?" I ask again but he just kept staring dumbfounded at me, making me wonder...'Am I shifting? Is my wolf going out of control?' I continue to rub my hands all over my face but feel nothing unusual still. "What do you see on my face Ethan because I can't feel anything with my hand," I frustratingly snapped at him, afraid of the answer he would give me."You were badly beaten before but now..