Tattooed Luna by Mrs Smith

“Oh good, you are here already.” The door to my office was open so Jacob just walked in.

“Where did you think I'd be?” | didn’t even bother looking at him. Instead, | kept flipping through my papers and pictures to lay out over the meeting.

Jacob was wearing relaxed jeans with a nicer polo shirt. Thankfully, his shirt was a slate grey since we were wearing the sthing. However, | stayed with a black polo. My jeans were skinny jeans with my boots. The other alphas would say this is more of a younger person's style but it was what | was more comfortable in.

“In bed nursing your wounds.” The humor in his voice was clear but | was a little stressed out at the moment to laugh.

“Actually feeling pretty good today.” After double checking my folder, I finally stood up and straightened my shirt. “How much tdo we have before it starts?” Jacob looked at his watch. “Five minutes.” “Damn.” Walking past Jacob, we walked out of my office and headed to the meeting. “Is Alec here yet?” Looking over my shoulder, Jacob was walking with his hands in his pockets.

“Sure is. Already in there. He sentto find you.” “Why didn’t he just chimself?” | asked, a little annoyed.

“He was talking to Alpha Jace.” There was a total of six other alphas. Four of them were our age or a few years older. Their dad's retired or was killed. Only two were left of the original allies from when my dad started this group years ago.

Alpha Carson and Alpha Hank were in their late 50s or early 60s. Where Alpha Carson had more salt than pepper, Alpha Hank dyed his hair a dark brown. He refused to accept his fate in aging. However, both men were covered in tattoos and muscles.

Alpha Jace was a natural bleach blonde with freckles. He had such a baby face that he put a snake tattoo across his chest, around his neck and on his cheek. With working out for ten hours a day, he transformed his adolescence appearance to a bodybuilder in months. Jacob and | always wondered if he used any enhancers because of this.

jet black hair. His golden eyes always drew the ladies in but they ran when he opened his mouth. His strong jaw line made his self-confidence a little

had been running their packs for a decade now and managed to never need to gather everyone. Aston had light brown hair. He was the shortest one at 6'1 and on the

a neck tattoo made him appear meaner. He was the most muscular of us but had the shortest temper. For that reason, he was my

Alpha Lars looked atas

Smiling, | put my hand out there for him to shake. Taking it, he

you shit. How are you feeling, man?” “Yeah, that was a lot of blood still on you.” Alpha

a little stiffness.” “He had a chunk of muscle flopping in

Lars scrunched up

nodded at the stime.

worst thing.” Walking over to the table, the rest followed as

staff walked out with medium rare steaks, mashed

and took a bite of his broccoli. His

didn’t do a brunch like the women. This might be the last t| eat till the party.” Carson was more elegant with his manners but also dug

thing.”

you been?”