The god father

beta'ed by cuckoolicious

When Alpha Logan and his Betas left the area, with Jay-ass and company not far behind, I followed after them.

“Alpha Logan, can I have a word with you?”

The Alpha stopped walking while the Betas turned and stared at me, shocked at my audacity. It was more than likely that
I broke protocol, but Logan said, with his back to me, “What do you want to talk about?”

His disregard for me hurt, it was rude for people to talk to the person they had their back too. It… hurt.

I swallowed it down, and pressed on, “about, you know.” I stressed the words, trying to get through to him that I wanted to talk about us being mates.

“There is nothing to talk about kid,” he said, then walked away as if it didn’t matter.

As if my heart wasn't breaking into a million little shards that tore up my insides.

I let my emotions bleed away, using my ability to mask my pheromones, which came from my full control of body functions.

A growl from Alpha Logan stopped Jay-ass and co. from snickering and laughing at me.

His denial had hurt. Why did he reject me? He had to know that his action hurt me, and yet, he still did it.

Why did he do that?

Why did he hurt me?

Mates weren’t supposed to reject each other, or hurt each other, so why did he do that?

Was there something wrong with me? Was I the reason for his reaction, am I not good enough for him?

It might have been caused by anger, about me trespassing… No, he looked normal enough and didn't give me the vibe that he was angry or malicious enough to do that.

This uncertainty was killing me, I was never this unsure and disturbed, I was confident about my place in the world.
These new emotions where wrecking havoc in me.

I was never this involved in a man before, though, yes I had been in a lot of relationship over the past years, but not one of them raised a one single emotion that Logan did, not one hurt me as he did.

I was sure that there was something stopping Alpha Logan from accepting me, and I had to know what it was. The alternative was devastating to think about.

To think that… He doesn’t want me.

Alpha Logan turned to the Asian man, his Beta, and said, “Rick, take Jonah to his home and don't forget to keep him informed on pack meetings and activities.”

The surprise Rick and the others showed let me know that there was something unusual about his request, and, for the life of me, I couldn’t figure out why.

Pack politics were somewhat a mystery to me, considering the Daihan pack was and unusual pack with an unusual Alpha who apparently did things differently than other packs.

I shrugged it off and followed Rick as he beckoned me towards a way different from Alpha Logan.

“Where do you live, exactly?” Rick asked.

“About five minutes from the school,” I answered tiredly.

“Are you okay?” The concern was evident in his voice.

“Yes, fine.” I didn't bother to mask my lie, it was pointless and I was to damn depressed and tired to do otherwise.

Rick nodded and let it go, perhaps sensing that I didn't want to talk about it, or maybe he knew, even if he insisted I wouldn't talk. Either way, I was glad that he didn't press the issue, as I wasn't sure that I wouldn't break and keep myself from beating the crap out of him .

What I hated more than jeering and jabs is sympathy and pity.

I don't want anyone’s pity, those pitying eyes stab me and hurt me more than physical violence.

With violence, I can understand what needs to be done, how to deal with it, easily and quickly. Pity makes me feel weak and I swore to never be weak again .

Not now, not ever.

I banished my dark thoughts and focused on my new task-

One- Discover Logan’s reason for rejecting me.
Two- Seducing Logan.
Three- Claiming Logan.


As soon as I got home I would plan an attack... Uh, seduce, yes seduction of one very sexy Alpha.

I sat in the car next to Rick, guiding him to the house that my godfather had bought for me .

It wasn’t anything fancy, it was only a living room, dining room, with two bathrooms and two bedroom, and a small backyard and small lawn filled with green grass in front .

Rick parked outside the house and turned to me, “There is a pack gathering every Saturday at 10 o'clock.”

I got out of the car and stood there for a moment looking at the white painted house, trimmed with a silver blue.

I just couldn't bring myself to enter the house, it felt lonely and silent. I used to live with my godfather and bothers Jame and Calhan and there was always other wolfs from the pack stopping by.

It was a house full of energy and life, which contrasted deeply with my silent tomb of a house. I even went so far as to refuse to call it a home. It didn’t like one to me.

Still, I forced myself to enter the house.

It has simple layout, on my right was three couches around a small cheap TV on a stand.

On my left, there was a kitchen with a fridge, microwave, a sink, and brown counters topped with beige marble.
Next to the kitchen, was the dining room which was open to the kitchen and consist of large table and six chairs made with beautiful mahogany wood .

The bathroom on the first floor was smaller than the second floor, with a Jacuzzi situated between the two bedrooms.

I went to the kitchen, and noticed that I had no milk or eggs. In fact, the fridge was empty. I forgot to buy grocery. Damnit. I was already almost out of the money my Godfather sent me, and what he had sent me before was the last he would. Now, I was on my own.

I had to find a job to support myself and it has to be one after school hours .
First, I decided to look in the wanted section of the newspaper. Looking at the jobs, I noticed most of them required
experience that I didn’t have.

In the Daihan village, I was the owner and CEO of Daihan Pharmaceutical and Medical Supply nationwide.
I was a billionaire, but now that I was in a 16 year old boy, playing the role of said 16 year old boy, it would be hard to make anyone believe what I was.

That was besides the point. My Godfather had denied me access to my bank account, saying that it was to make my experience more realistic.

More realistic my ass. I had a feeling he was laughing his ass off at my expense.
I’d find a job, though.

I circled all the promising looking jobs, mainly the ones that were part-time, such as a waiter or dishwasher, and even the one about book assistance

I would look at the waiter and book assistance jobs, I hated dishwashing and the idea of me washing dish after dish daily was, well, no. Just no.

Being a book assistant is not bad, I rather like books.
With that in mind, I went to the bus station, heading downtown, and waited next to a teenage boy suffering from a very bad case of acne .

I tried to be considerate and to not stare, and imagined myself in his shoes being ridiculed for something that wasn‘t in his control.

“Hi, I’m Jonah, and you?” I offered my hand for his to shake.

The boy raised his face from the ground and looked at me in shock, before turning around and looking to see if I was talking to someone else.

This uncertainty and vulnerability was nearly my undoing, it gave me a sudden impulse, a want to hold and mother him.
Okay then, weird.

I wasn’t the mothering type. Yes, I cared about people and tried to help when I could, but this surge of protectiveness toward him surprised me.

He clasped his hand with mine hesitantly, a shy smile gracing his face.

“I'm Richard, but call me Rich.”

I looked at his him noticing that, sans the acne, he was beautiful. Not just on the outside but inside as well.
He had wide hazel eyes, bow shaped lips and a straight nose with a strong jaw. He was lean, with a little bit of muscle definition.

If it wasn’t for my reluctant mate, I would have jumped his bones in a minute.

I noticed something else, a blue duffle bag laying between his legs, but dismissed it as it was none of my business.

“So, you headed downtown too?”

“Yes, I’m hoping to find an apartment,“ he said shyly.

“Oh really? I’m looking for a part-time job downtown.”

An idea hit me, why not take on a roommate? The house was so empty, and I had an extra room. Having someone else in the house would lessen the silence and loneliness in the house.

“Listen… I have an extra room, you could check it out to see if it‘s to your liking. If you even want roommate, that is.”
The effect my words had on him was immediate. His face radiated happiness, and that hopeful look in his eyes made me glad that I was the cause for his mood.

He looked more confident and happy, he swung his duffle bag on his back- which I had a sneaking suspicion that it contained all his worldly stuff- and said eagerly “Lead the way McDuff.”

I decided I could postpone my job hunting an hour or so.

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I showed him around the house, and to say he was impressed was an understatement. I looked around the house for a second time to see it from his point of view.

The house had warm color, between beige and brown, and the couches were extremely comfy.
The house was alright, it was my feeling of loneliness that reflected on my initial opinion of the house, making it look bad to me.

Rich was busy jumping from one place to another like a rabbit on crack, and seeing him this excited raised a warm feeling in my chest. Honestly, he was like a little kid and made me wonder, had I been like this when I was young? Or maybe I was always cynical, even in my mother womb… It really wouldn’t have surprised me.

Watching him made me wonder what it would be like to have a little brother.

Would I be overprotective like my brothers are to me?

I realized that I was already acting like a big brother to Rich, my wolf subconsciously choosing him as my adopted brother and pack and I reacted on that.

I turned on the TV and start watching. There was this movie on, it was amazing. Arabian Night, if found it was called, and it gave me a wonderful idea on ways to seduce Logan…

Scheherazade has to tell stories for the tyrant Sultan for a thousand nights to avoid death. Though, in my situation, I didn’t need to tell stories to avoid death .

I only had to seduce Logan by dressing in a thousand different erotic outfits and sneaking into the compound.

I would wear out his control until he can think no more.

I would make him dream only of me at night.

I would any man pale beside me.

I would make him mine.

Me, Jonah Dary.