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Reunited with His Werewolf Beloved
    Lone Wolf Pack 4.2
     
    Anya Byrne
    Copyright 2014
     
     
     
     
     
    Chapter One
     
    "Starting today, I don't want any more prejudice and
hatred here. We have left our past behind, and we've stopped being the Adler
pack. We can be so much more now, and we'll begin by welcoming all the mates of
our members here, no matter the gender or the species."
    Alpha Nathan Stone spoke steadily and clearly, the speech
holding an honest decision that had been missing for quite a while in the Adler
pack. Bobby Cox stood there, listened, and wondered if the day he'd been waiting
for had finally come.
    He had lost all hope that it would ever happen—and then both
his Alpha, and the Alpha's son had unexpectedly been killed. Now, they were
ready to start over. Bobby didn't like to think he was a ruthless asshole, but
he was glad they'd died. It gave him hope, and that was something he hadn't had
in a long time.
    After the meeting, Alpha Stone waited for them to ask
individual and private questions. He stood to the side of the clearing, and his
human mate, Valentine Smythe was with him, which was another thing that had
surprised Bobby. Seeing them together made something ache deep inside him. It
certainly didn't help that, despite the loose clothes he wore, Valentine
couldn't hide that he was quite visibly pregnant.
    Still, Bobby did his best not to stare as he approached the
couple. "I needed a word with you, Alpha," he said respectfully.
    "Of course, Robert," Nathan answered. "What is
it?"
    Bobby fidgeted, unsure how to approach this. He had never
talked about his secret with anyone, and he didn't know Nathan all that well.
Nathan's cousin, Mario, had made it his business to keep everyone in the pack,
and especially Bobby, far away from Nathan.
    Still, this was important, so Bobby braced himself, took a
deep breath and spoke. "Does this mean we will be accepting humans and
other species into the pack? Will interaction with non-werewolves be
encouraged?"
    His tone must have come out a little more combative than he'd
have liked, because the Alpha frowned. "I would not hope to police the relationships
of my pack members, beyond the fact that I wish them to be peaceful. Do you
have a problem with that, Robert?"
    Bobby winced, realizing Nathan thought he must be angry
because of the new rules. "No," he said quickly—possibly too quickly.
"Of course not."
    Nathan's frown deepened. "I like you, Robert, but I
won't tolerate any dissension when it comes to this particular policy. I know
it will take some time for pack members to adjust to these new views, but I
hope you'll work with me on this."
    Bobby would have tried to clarify the misunderstanding, but
he didn't get the chance, because his father unexpectedly manifested by his
side. "Greetings, Alpha. Congratulations on the speech. It was quite
inspiring."
    Nathan acknowledged the praise with a barely there nod.
"Thank you, Elder Zachary. I appreciate the support."
    "Would you mind terribly if I stole my son for a bit? I
wanted to discuss something with him."
    "Please do, Elder Zachary," the Alpha replied.
"Family always comes first."
    On cue, Bobby's father grabbed his wrist and pulled him
aside. Once they were out of earshot, he scowled fiercely. "What do you
think you're doing? You know better than to antagonize the Alpha."
    "I wasn't trying to antagonize him," Bobby defended
himself. He couldn't exactly explain what he'd been seeking, and his father
didn't wait for him to find a way to elaborate. "Look, son. I realize
things have been difficult for you since Mario died. I understand that without
him, you feel you have no protection. But I am doing my best to change that.
Nathan is a good man. He won't allow anyone to hurt you."
    Bobby bit the inside of his cheek so hard he tasted blood.
His father was right, in a way, but he was also way off the mark. Bobby had
always been considered frailer, inferior to other werewolves. His father had
never told him