The Mating Run by Leeka

Victor’s eyes flicker with barely-contained anger, his jaw taut as if holding back a scream.

I stand there awkwardly, feeling the warmth of Victor’s embrace and the rise and fall of his chest. The party is in full swing around us, and despite the tension boiling between father and son, the music blares on. As Alpha Craft addresses his son, his voice is low and commanding, leaving no room for argument.

“Victor, I am interested in knowing about your plans for the future.” I feel the fear creeping up my spine just from the sound of Alpha Craft’s voice. “Living in this manner and discarding all that I’ve sacrificed for you is not a viable option. As you are no longer a child, it’s time for you to grow up.”

Defiance drips from Victor’s voice as his arrogance flares.

“The thing is, I’m living my life on my own terms. I’m not obligated to live the way you want me to.”

Tension hangs in the air like a thick fog, and I can feel it pressing down on me. As Victor seethes with anger, I struggle to find the right words to calm him down. I press my ear against Victor’s chest and can hear the deafening sound of his heart pounding.

Watching the tense standoff, I make the decision to intervene before things escalate any further.

Victor’s arms reluctantly release me, and I turn to face Alpha Craft, my heart racing with a mix of fear and respect. He looks at me blankly, not giving away any emotion. Alpha Craft’s appearance mirrors Victor’s in many ways, though the thick, wild beard on his face accompanied by the dozen wrinkles on his forehead is a noticeable difference.

The beard on his face does not hide the fact that he’s frowning at me.

“Alpha Craft,” I speak up, keeping my voice respectful and unwavering. “I am so sorry. Allow me to introduce myself. My name’s Alina Mockett, and I’m in the running for the Mating Run as well.”

Alpha Craft’s eyes flick from Victor to me, and I feel a shiver climb up my spine.

few moments later that I realize there is a man standing next to him emanating an air of

stare on me as he observes me,

acknowledges my greeting, his voice

you are fully equipped

nervous nod,

right, Alpha Craft. I’m gonna give it my

on the imposing figure next to Alpha Craft. He stands still, watching over the Alpha without uttering a word. He has an air of superiority as he stands there,

even bother introducing whoever

breathless, my jaw dropping in shock. Victor winces at every word, feeling the calculated edges of his

to speak, his measured but stern voice commanding attention. “You have consistently been impulsive and shown little inclination towards responsibility. Your belief in your own intelligence and dependability may be overstated. If you could

flared. Just as the tension is about to reach its peak, I step in,

but I don’t think we’ve been introduced.

if I’m not even there. Alpha Craft chuckles beside him, breaking the silence

is beaming with pride

to the imposing figure, his smile unnaturally wide and forced, unlike the one he reserves for his son. “Allow me to introduce Zeke Duncke, who happens to be the nephew of one of the High Council Elders. He is poised to assume

of acknowledgment and his hands clasped tightly behind his back. With a chuckle, Alpha Craft shows no signs of being

through the room, but his smile quickly fades as he clasps his hands together and fixes a stern

I gotta find a mate that meets