Bradley cheered, “Yay! Tipsy mom! Let’s prank the pack.” She agreed, “Sure. I just need to ask Alexander something.” They nodded and went to get ready to prank the pack. She asked, “So, you had an idea for the new ride in H’s amusement part?”
I reasoned, “It’s both your park and no. I just told him what happened when I put the helmet on.” She hummed, “A partner does make it more fun. He seemed to think yours was a beautiful woman. Are you interested in someone I don’t know about?” I snorted, “Go have your fun mom. It’s a good game.”
She tapped my nose, “I will. You can tell me anything.” I nodded, “I know that.” I just didn’t want to disappoint her. I didn’t want her to think I was like those other boys and men obsessed with Melanie. Oden growled, “We aren’t! She’s ours.” I hoped like hell she was.
He insisted, “She IS ours. She’s not anyone else’s and I expect you explode heads over it.” I left my mom and siblings to their pranks. I popped to my shower and closed my eyes thinking about that outfit Melanie was in.
I was rock hard as I fisted my cock. I should’ve touched her more than holding her. I slapped my hand on the wall and growled, “FUCK, MELANIE!” I came all over the wall then snapped it clean.
Uncle Bjourn linked, “Hastein wants to know if you could draw the outfit you saw Melanie in during the game.” I snorted, “Absolutely not.” I felt him roll his eyes across the bond. He reasoned, “I asked for the outfit, not her in it.” I agreed, “Ok fine. I’m not the best at sketching though.” I was decent enough.
I sat down and worked on it for a few hours before I conjured it to Hastein. His laughter poured down the bond. He called me laughing. I asked, “Is there a reason you are cackling like a hyena?” He managed to say, “It explains why you were hard as a rock.” I admitted, “I did not notice.” He snorted, “Well, I did. I was worried because you were hard for so long.”
I rolled my eyes. I asked, “Are you just calling to mock me?” He answered, “No, I was calling to say your imagination is amazing. When you meet Melanie, we should take her and my mate,” He paused adding, “You know when I find mine and at some point we should get them wearing those outfits. Everyone would be envious of us.” I snorted, “You are aware I might explode heads.”
He replied, “Meh, I believe you could keep it to punching.” I agreed, “You know what? Let’s do that. In a moment, everything is too much for them both, or in a rare lull in our lives.” He agreed, “Then it’s a date with our mates.” I could tell he felt excited about it and to be honest, I was too.
I laid down on my bed, but every time I closed my eyes I kept seeing Melanie with her white Dragon. Sorrow jolted through me when I thought of them being separated. Oden whined in my head too. I smacked myself, “It wasn’t real. Melanie doesn’t have a Dragon, and she’s not separated from it.”
I called Uncle Aiden. He answered, “Alexander, you caused all kinds of fun in my Kingdom today.” I snorted, “I would say I’m sorry, but I know you don’t want me to. I’m also not sorry. I didn’t call about that either.”
He asked, “Why did you call?” I answered, “I’m just curious about all the Dragon research you did.” He hummed, “What about it?” I asked, “Did you ever come across a white Dragon?” He asked, “White? No, they are usually colored.”
I pointed out, “There are black ones.” He agreed, “Yes. You could ask your brother. He got very into Dragons, and unlike your Hackura cousin who focused on the purple ones your brother looked up everything about them.” I agreed, “That’s true, thanks.” He hummed again and I hung up.
I popped to Bradley. He asked, “Are you taking me away from the pranks?” People were running around the pack. I admitted, “I couldn’t care less about whatever this is right now.” He grinned, “Good!” I glanced over when mice started chasing people. I shook my head.
I asked, “When you were researching Dragons,” His eyes lit up. He loved talking about Dragons. “did you ever run across any mention of a white Dragon?” He snorted, “All white? No.” I sighed, “Ok.” He offered, “There are black and white Dragons, like you and Oden, though.” He thought I was upset there wasn’t one like me.
He continued, “There are dragons with white and gold but no all white or gold ones that we have record of.” He sensed my disappointment in the bond. He said, “We don’t have all their records though. That’s just from what Faerie had.” I replied, “Yes, but Uncle Aiden has the best records on them.”
He agreed, “He does. He speculates that there are WereDragon’s and REAL Dragons that aren’t humans there. Wouldn’t that be exciting?” I answered, “Yes.” He winked, “Maybe the real Dragons could be white.” I shrugged, “I was just testing out the new ride at H and Mom’s park.” He jolted, “They put a white Dragon in it? Mom asked me what colors to include.”
I snorted, “Apparently there were charms to bring what I wanted to see in.” He questioned, “And you wanted a whiteDragon?” I admitted, “Well, no.” Oden argued, “I would like to point out that now I want a white Dragon. I wish H would’ve let us break that wall separating them. They were meant to be together.”
I calmly said, “It was a game.” He shot back, “I feel you, so I know that you also wish we could’ve gotten to that part.” Damn him knowing all my thoughts and feelings. He snorted, “It’s been that way our entire life.” He was yet again right.
I asked Bradley, “If you could have a Dragon, what color would it be?” His cheeks tinged pink. I felt he didn’t think the answer was the macho one. I rolled my eyes, “Brother, I’m out here asking you about a game and Dragons. I am not going to judge you for the color of Dragon you’d like if their realm was still around.”
He answered, “Pink.” I laughed, “So you want a Duchess? Or a real Dragon?” He kicked the ground with his shoe, “Well, a WereDragon.” I squeezed his shoulder, “No one would fault you for wanting a beautiful woman that turns into a Dragon. Do they have saddles like mom’s game?”
He answered, “It would depend on the flier. Supernatural’s wouldn’t need one, but humans would.” I asked, “They had human fliers?” He answered, “Yes, there were some famous ones in their realm but obviously they lost out on that when they closed off. I wonder if they still had their games. They sounded fun. I wish they were still around.”
I encouraged him, “Uncle Aiden thinks they are.” He snorted, “Even if they are, they won’t come around. Dad doesn’t think they are and neither does Uncle Bjourn. They are more realistic than Uncle Aiden.” I agreed, “That’s true on most things, but it doesn’t make Uncle Aiden wrong.” He smiled at me, and I popped back inside.
I shook myself, “It was just a video game.” Oden encouraged, “Let’s join a patrol.” He probably needed to run. I popped to oneand shifted. My cousin, Asterine Henderson, linked me, “Are you joining our patrol?” I answered, “Yup.”
My other cousin, Ashleigh Henderson, linked, “Could you not run so insanely fast?” I assured her, “You don’t need to keep pace with me.” She groaned, “That’s not true. The group will keep pace with you. You know what? I’m just going to fix this.”
Her brothers, and my cousins, Thaddeus and Cory, popped in. I teased Ashleigh, “You didn’t link all your brothers?” She answered, “The others were busy.” I took off with Cory and Thaddeus. We ran the whole territory before Oden was calmer.
We were winding down when we heard pups screaming. I linked the pack, “ROGUES! GET TO YOUR SAFE PLACES!” EJ linked me, “Where?” I answered, “Southwest side of our border. It’s three of them, we’ve got this.” Oden growled, “I’ve got this.”
He snarled and jumped over the frightened pups and ripped the wolves to pieces. I shifted back when EJ and Maverick popped to me. Thaddeus snorted, “You could’ve left some for us.” Cory agreed, “Yeah, there was one each.”
I replied, “I’ve had a weird day.” EJ admitted, “We’ve had a lower number of rogue attacks these last few years.” I muttered, “Since the Resistance formed.” Cory asked, “Can’t we just keep calling them the blue circle group? I mean, I know they have a name, but we called them that for so long and they didn’t correct us.”
Oden growled, “No.” I sighed, “Just call them the Resistance.” EJ agreed, “Since mom thinks that it probably annoys the person behind it all that we didn’t figure out it was a ring and not a circle; just call them the Resistance. We don’t need them to have another reason to avoid us.”
