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House of Wolves, Plus One

5


As it happened, the storm raged on for nearly a week. Brendon had relented slightly after Frank had remained in his room for nearly two whole days, and invited him to join the pack for their evening meal.

"It’s very good of you. I would understand if you didn’t want me here."

Frank said as he and the other Alpha trotted through the rain toward the main building where the rest of the pack were already settled in to enjoy their meal.

"No no, you’re ok. You haven’t caused any problems while you’ve been here, so I thought I should give you a chance. Besides, unless you carry food that I can’t smell in your backpack, I’m guessing you haven’t eaten since you arrived...am I right?"

Frank chuckled.

"That’s true enough, it’s a few days since I ate. This really is much appreciated Brendon."

They reached the building and the taller Alpha opened the door.

"After you..."

Frank did a slightly sarcastic half bow with a cheeky smirk on his face, that got a chuckle from Brendon, then he walked inside. The room wasn’t huge, but it was big enough. There was a long table down the middle with chairs along both sides and another couple at each end. They were squeezed in tight, but no one looked uncomfortable. All eyes turned to the door and all conversation died as the Alphas entered. Frank felt his hackles rise a bit...if they decided they didn’t like him, he could be in real trouble here. He took a breath and looked toward Brendon for an introduction. Brendon smiled reassuringly.

"Family..."

He said in a loud and clear voice to get everyone's attention.

"Please welcome our guest. Everyone, this is Frank...please make him feel at home."

Dallon waved shyly from his seat with a soft smile, Frank smiled back. Brendon ushered him toward the two empty seats at the head of the table and took his place next to Dallon. Frank sat in the spare seat on Brendon’s other side, he could feel the near dozen pair of eyes staring at him from around the table.

"Uh, hi..."

He said with a hesitant wave.

"Thanks for letting me share your meal. I appreciate your hospitality."

A small blonde child giggled to his right and Frank grinned at her, causing her eyes to widen and her cheeks to pink.

"Ok then..."

Brendon grabbed everyone's attention again.

"Let’s eat."

Everyone started eating and talking quietly amongst themselves. Frank accepted a plate of roast potatoes and parsnips from his right, and looked up into a pair of bright yellow eyes.

"Hi."

The Omega swallowed audibly.

"I’m sorry..."

Frank understood.

"I’m...I’m not used t-to A-Alphas."

Frank smiled.

"It’s ok, just relax. What’s your name?"

"It’s R-Ryan, sir."

"Please, call me Frank."

Ryan smiled shyly, looking down.

"Thank you...Frank."

Frank smiled, dishing some food onto his plate before passing it on to Brendon...who bared his teeth slightly at him. Frank offered an apologetic smile.

"I’m not going after your Omega, Brendon...you don’t have to worry."

Brendon chuckled.

"You better not."

The pack ate and chatted, red meat and red wine flowed and fresh vegetables were munched...Frank hadn’t eaten this well in a long time. After second, and even third servings, Frank sat back in his chair, groaning and rubbing his belly in satisfaction.

"My compliments to the *burp* chef...excuse me."

Brendon laughed, jovially patting Frank’s shoulder.

"No problem man...it’s a compliment in some quarters. Listen, we usually spend the evenings in the den, telling stories and singing songs. You’re welcome to join us if you’d like."

Frank smiled wide.

"That sounds good, though I won’t be singing...I sound like a strangled cat."

Brendon laughed again.

"Then you can tell us about the world, about all the places you’ve been."

'Yeah, I guess I can do that..."

Frank grinned.

"Thanks for the invite."

"No problem."

*

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Frank, Brendon and three Betas all headed into the den with glasses of wine in their hands...except Frank who had decided he was safer not drinking. They settled onto sofas, chairs and cushions around an open fire as they waited for the Omegas to clean up and join them. Frank didn’t like that the Omegas were basically treated as staff, even Brendon's mate, but it was a fairly common thing in packs and it wasn’t his place to say anything...he was only a guest.

"So Frank...tell us about yourself."

All eyes were suddenly on him and Frank felt like he was being judged.

"Ok err...well I was born just outside Newark. I have six brothers and one sister, though I haven’t seen any of them for a long time...I’m guessing they’re still in the same area. I left the pack when I was 15 to explore the world and I’ve never been back."

"You’re going back now though..."

Dallon said with a raised eyebrow.

"How come?"

Frank sighed.

"I’ve been away for nine years...I thought it was time..."

Frank didn’t want to talk about his dead father or his bitch of a mother, so he skirted around the subjects and moved the conversation along to his travels.

*

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*


~time passes~



"I think Italy was my favourite place. I only met two Lupo while I was there, and they were a couple in their 90s, but they took me in, fed me and gave me a place to sleep for a few nights until it was time for me to move on again."

Just then, the Omegas slipped quietly into the room. Ryan crossed straight to Brendon and climbed into his lap, while the other three all settled down in a pile on the rug in front of the fire. Frank watched them for a minute as they got comfy and started to gently pet each other. He missed that kind of connection.

"Brendon..."

He said as something occurred to him. Brendon hummed for him to continue.

"Your pack...forgive me if I’m wrong, but did you used to be part of a larger pack?...I remember there being two quite sizeable packs in this area when I was growing up."

"You’re not wrong..."

Brendon smiled sadly and Frank was relieved that he hadn’t angered the other Alpha.

"We were a part of the Way pack until about ten years ago. The pack elders were killed in a battle with a rival pack, and all us youngsters were left alone. My best friend at the time was the eldest son of the leaders, so naturally he took control...but I was a dumb kid and thought I knew better how to run a pack. I challenged him and of course, I lost. I couldn’t stay after that, so a handful of us left and started this pack."

Frank nodded in understanding.

"And the Way pack is still around?"

"Yes. Their village is a couple of miles from here. We have a truce of sorts, though Mikey and I have not really been friends since I left."

"Mikey?"

"Michael Way, the pack Alpha."

"Ahh..."

Frank turned his eyes back to the Omega pile on the floor and saw that they were all fast asleep. He smiled and turned back to Brendon.

"Am I safer here or with the Way pack?"

He asked with a cheeky look in his eyes. Brendon chuckled, his fingers stroking lazily through Ryan's messy hair as the boy drew slow patterns on his chest with a delicate fingertip.

"Honestly you’re safe at either. Mikey's a good guy and a fantastic Alpha...truth be known."

"Have you ever considered trying to rejoin the packs?...one large pack is safer than two smaller ones."

"Says the Lone Wolf..."

Brendon smirked, then sighed.

"Actually, I’d love to do that...I just don’t think Mikey would accept me back."

"Have you asked?"

Brendon frowned, looking toward the fire.

"There’s too much bad blood between us, it would never work."

Frank wanted to help, he was always a bit of a peace keeper, but he barely knew these people and he didn’t want to outstay his welcome. He sighed and took a sip of his grape juice. He could be happy here...for a while.

*

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Mikey’s eyes widened with joy as he saw his brother's pretty green eyes slowly flutter open. The boy had been unresponsive, floating around at death's door for the past week and Mikey had feared that he would lose him. Now he could breathe a sigh of relief...and start planning just how he was going to make that bastard Andy pay for what he’d done.

"Gee?...baby, can you hear me?..."

He asked quietly, gently stroking his fingers over the younger boy's pale cheek. Gerard blinked slowly, his eyes gazing unfocused at the ceiling. Mikey’s smile slipped a little.

"Gee?"

Ray moved to Mikey’s side and lay a gentle hand on his shoulder.

"Give him time Mikes. He’s awake and that’s a good start."

Mikey sighed and nodded.

"Yeah...it is."




Notes

Hi there chipmunks, how’s you?

Merry Christmas to you all (all 3 of you, lol)...hope you’re having a good day.

So I thought I’d give you a chapter for Christmas...hope you enjoyed it. More coming soon.

Until next time...PLEASE COMMENT and peace out babies!
<3

Comments

@Toxic Laughter
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@Toxic Laughter
Glad you enjoyed it.
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I love this story!

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@cecke8
Glad you liked it...just sorry it took so long to finish.
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