Chapter 52 FIRST MEETING
ALISANDER'S POV
The stranger’s face reddens to a deep crimson with even more veins bulging even more prominently in his neck and forehead.
“Suspicious one?! You insolent pup! I don’t need to schedule anything, I built this pack house brick by brick even before you were born! I have every right to be here and to walk these halls whenever I damn well please!”
“That's what you–”
“And that's rich coming from you, lounging naked in his bed like some entitled stray.”
He interrupts me. “How does it feel to be guarding the Alpha’s sheets instead of his door? Pathetic doesn’t even cover what you are. You’re the reason the pack’s fracturing with you distracting him with your... wiles. Omegas like you give other Omegas a bad name because you think you can climb up by spreading your legs only to ruin him. I'll have you thrown out.”
I laugh out loud.
“Throw me out? Try it, old timer. I’d love to see you explain to Ragnar why you laid hands on his personal guard. And as for guarding the bed, it's none of your business. If you’re so important, why not wait outside like a civilized wolf? Or is creeping what you do best, old man?”
“Old man?” he roars, his face twisting in fury as his finger jabs the air like a weapon.
Ouhhhhh I've hit a nerve.
“You have no idea who you’re speaking to, you arrogant little shit! I am–”
The door slams open with enough force to shake the walls causing the hinges to groan in protest.
Ragnar storms in with his hair going wild and his blue eyes blazing with fury.
I wonder why he's worked up.
And now that I think of it, I've seen that shade of blue somewhere not long ago.
Huh.
The heat is still clearly messing with my head.
His gaze is immediately drawn to me, specifically my red bruised nipples.
His brows scrunch in confusion as he looks at them for a bit.
I already know what's going through his mind.
Why were they still bruises around me and even more in my nipples?
Well… the short answer would be that I'm no longer a virgin to self pleasure and it's even better when you're sharing the same body.
Hell it's two times better.
He clears his throat and looks away before looking at the stranger.
He pauses immediately and the confusion on his face is replaced by shock and something… bashful?
The look is quite unnatural of him like someone caught off guard as his shoulders slouch before he looks to the ground in shame.
“Dad.” Ragnar says his voice so low it almost sounds hesitant with a begging tone. “What are you doing here?”
Oh.
His Dad.
His father.
His actual birth father.
His papa.
Aww fuck it!
The word crashes through me like a rogue wave in a tsunami.
Ragnar’s birth father.
The one who even though he's a Beta, he still forged Mooncrest with blood and sweat, bringing it to the mega pack it is today and raised the mighty Alpha Ragnar.
The one who taught Ragnar everything he knows about ruling and being the great Alpha that he is.
The one I just called old, suspicious and a creep while laying naked in his son’s bed, reeking of sex and his son.
Oh just shoot me now.
Horror surges through me as I think about all that I've done.
Sebastian might not understand what I've done but me? I was an Alpha once. I know respect and hierarchy.
Family bonds run deeper for an Alpha compared to other wolves and what have I done?
I've insulted Ragnar's father to his face.
He was looking at me smugly like he knew I just realized what I'd done.
This was a disaster.
This is a disaster.
I was naked, shamelessly sprawled all over his son's bed, also insulting him and accusing him.
If Sebastian wakes up right now, he’ll die of mortification.
The father, Ragnar’s father, turns to his son in fury with the now familiar eyes raging mad.
“What am I doing here? I'm checking on my son is what I'm doing here. The Alpha who’s let rumors run wild because of… this.”
He gestures at me with open disgust like I’m a stain on the floor.
“Seriously? A stray Omega in your bed distracting you from your duties Ragnar? I clearly warned you about weaknesses like this and now you're letting your cock lead you instead of your head?!
Get rid of him this instant before he becomes a weakness for you.”
Ragnar’s jaw tightens with a muscle jumping there, but he doesn’t exactly snap back like I expected. He just nods once. “We’ll talk later, Father.”
The nerve of this man after he had us bumping out uglies not even hours ago.
The old man huffs before shooting me one last disgusted look that could curdle milk. “Don’t let random strays into your bed, boy. It’ll be the end of you and this pack.” He ends before storming off with heavy footsteps fading.
The door is left wide open after his exit.
Ragnar is left there staring at the empty doorway with tension in his shoulders.
Then, his eyes turn back to me and he looks... nervous?
Where was this nervousness when he was edging yesterday?
I meet his gaze, still sprawled on the bed, but the cocky edge I had minutes ago has dulled.
I'm filled with hot embarrassment that I don't know how to react to.
So I act and channel myself like Sebastian.
I hunch my shoulders and drop my eyes a fraction to make myself look and appear smaller, more servile, just like Sebastian
“Who are you?” Ragnar directly asks, squinting his eyes as he looks at me.
He tilts his head as he studies me even closer.
His nostrils flare subtly, inhaling our scent, Sebastian’s, mine and the fresh layer of release I just wrung from Sebastian.
I hold my pose for a second with my eyes lowered, and my voice softer. “I’m Sebastian, I–”
No.
It feels wrong.
It feels… plastic.
Fake.
Like wearing a skirt that clearly doesn’t fit.
I give up on the pretense with a loud sigh and flop back onto the bed, staring up at the vaulted ceiling.
Might as well own it, after all I just insulted his father not too long ago.