This is a gay book,

This is the first book I've ever written and I swear it gets better as you go.

This book is Chapter 17&18 will be removed once I get to those chapters.

17 and 18 are the only two

boy-girl/BxG sex scene in the entire book. That sex scene is going to be remove.

. That means male pregnancy, slick and sex scenes are EXTREMELY graphic.

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Prologue

Werewolves are extremely tall, much taller than humans.

Alpha Thaddeus is one of the tallest at 7' tall, with long wavy light brown hair and natural blonde highlights that rest just past his shoulders. He has light brown eyes, light tan skin, and tattoos that cover most of his muscular body.

Thaddeus is the strongest and most feared Alpha. He became Alpha of the Midnight Moon pack at the age of 17 when his father died. His pack is one of the largest and strongest packs, with over 1,500 members, all warriors.

Thaddeus has continued his father's legacy. Trying to rid the world of all the bad and evil Alphas.

A lot of Alphas haven't kept up with the times and still believe in the old ways. Back then, Omega's were forced to be slaves. They were raped, beaten and starved, forced to live a horrible life.

Thankfully times have changed and most Alphas don't think this way anymore. Most Alphas have learned how special omegas are.

But unfortunately, not all Alpha has changed.

Thaddeus's father wanted a world that was safe for all werewolves, including Omegas. He's been looking for Alphas that still believed in the old ways.

After his father's death, Thaddeus took over and is trying to continue his legacy, to rid the world of all the bad Alpha's. To help other packs who are good, and teach them how to fight and protect themselves. To help them grow and become stronger.

Unfortunately, at the age of 20, when he was helping a neighboring pack that was under attack by rogues, he was stabbed in the spine while in human form. This left him crippled and confined to a wheelchair.

But being confined to a wheelchair doesn't make him weak. He is still strong and fearless even in his human form, but more so in wolf form.

Especially since the paralysis didn't affect his wolf. When he shifts to his wolf, he has full use of all four legs.

18 is the age when a werewolf's mating instincts are triggered, allowing them to identify their mate. And at 21, Thaddeus has still not found his mate.

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POV

Age now 21

"Thaddeus, where are you man? We need to leave! We were supposed to leave 20 minutes ago, Come on big guy!"

My Beta Xander said to me through the mind link.

"I'm on my way, I just had to put a few more things together for Noah." I said to him through the link.

Man, I hate these stupid Alpha conventions. This year it's all the way in Florida.

This time of the year, Florida is way too hot for me. I prefer the cooler temperatures here in the upper peninsula, Watton, Michigan.

After setting everything up for Noah, I headed out to the car and prayed I didn't have to hear Xander's dad jokes all the way to the airport.

....

I growl, contemplating pushing this idiot out of the damn car. Xander never stopped talking the whole way there, and now I have a massive migraine.

I've known Xander my whole life, we grew up together from diapers. Our parents were best friends and his father was my father's Beta. Once I became Alpha, Xander became my Beta.

Marcus is my third in command and head lead warrior. He came to our pack when he was five, and the three of us have been best friends ever since.

I don't have siblings, so they're like the brothers I never had. I trust these guys with my life.

Marcus is 6'6 muscular, with light brown skin, long dreadlocks that sit just past his shoulders, and gray eyes. Flawless skin, sharp jawline, and plump lips.

Marcus is the polar opposite of Xander. He is more on the serious side but has a big heart. He is very protective of the pack, and those he loves and cares about. He is my best, and strongest warrior. These traits are the reason he's my third in command, and lead warrior of the pack.

Xander is 6'7 muscular, with a light tan, striking blue eyes, and brown hair that's short on the sides and a bit longer on top.

He has a goofy personality and is

the life of the party. He always says the goofiest shit, and the man can talk! I mean he literally never shuts up. And the lame dad jokes, Goddess this man is full of them!

I came so close to pulling over and throwing his ass out of the car on the way here.

Hopefully, he doesn't make me toss him out of the plane.

At least we have a private jet, maybe I can sleep the whole trip and not have to listen to his ass talk the whole time.

....

Once we got there, we didn't have time to check in to the hotel, so we went straight to the convention, which is where we are now.

At least today it's just dinner, so we don't have to listen to all the lectures and boring stuff.

As Xander and I finished eating, my wolf started to stir and pace in my head. It felt like he was pressing against my skull, trying to claw his way out. He was practically howling in my head, which was beginning to hurt.

"Knock it off Zeus!" I growl at my wolf. He huffs then completely ignores me and continues what he's doing.

I looked around, trying to figure out what was making him act like this.

As I turn my head in the direction of the door I smelled it...

That unique amazing scent that I have been waiting my whole life to smell, the scent of my mate.

My heart began to race and pound in my chest. I couldn't believe this moment was finally here. I was so excited until I made eye contact with him as he stood near the entrance.

The look of shock and anger on his face surprised me. He looked so angry, almost disgusted.

I could see his jaw clenched tight from here, and his hands in a fist so tight, I could see blood dripping from them.

The next thing I know, he storms through the room, and out the back door, leaving me there in shock.

I wheeled myself out the door, to go after him so I could see what was going on.

When I get outside, I find him pacing back and forth while mumbling to himself.

He finally stops when I get in front of him and just glares at me.

I look at him for a moment, trying to figure out what's wrong.

"What's wro..." I started to say, but he quickly cut me off.

"This must be some sick fucking joke of the Moon goddess.

I mean you're a man, I'm not fucking gay! I like women!" He yelled

"Pussy, not dick!... And look at you," He said, motioning towards me with his hands.

"You're in a fucking wheelchair, how pathetic!" He yelled with so much hate in his voice, and his face contorts in disgust.

"What the fuck did I do deserve a pathetic mate who can't even fucking walk?! This is complete bullshit!

If she was going to give me a fucking fagot as a mate, at least she could have given me one that wasn't such a loser and stuck in a damn wheelchair!

How the fuck can you even be an Alpha when your ass is stuck in a damn wheelchair?!

I mean what the fuck! This is bullshit!" He yells in my face.

"Boy, the moon goddess sure does hate me. First I don't even get the Alpha position, Nooo!... That was given to my brother and now I'm stuck being his fucking Beta!

And now I'm not only mated to a man, but one in a damn wheelchair!... Just fucking great!" He yelled, throwing his arms out to the side, before dropping them, slapping them against his sides.

He continues his rant, screaming in my face and poking me in the chest.

All the while, I'm sitting here completely shocked! Because to me, a mate is a gift from the Moon goddess. Gender doesn't matter!

It's her gift that she created for us. The other half of my soul, the person that was made perfectly for me. The person that completes me.

I don't care if my mate is male, female, black, white, Chinese, or whatever it may be.

Everyone in the world could call my mate ugly, and I would still want, love, and think my mate was the most beautiful person to me.

I could never imagine or even think of saying any of the hateful things that are coming from his mouth.

And here he is, spewing venom with so much hate and anger at me. I couldn't even speak or move, I was in such a state of shock.

The next thing I knew I felt a sharp pain, as my head jerked to the left.

Normally, if this would have been anyone else, I would have snapped his neck so fast, before ripping his head off, for talking to me like this. That's not even mentioning the fact that he dared to lay a finger on me.

But it wasn't just anyone... It was my mate.

There's not a single cell in my body that would allow me to hurt him.

I turn my head back to look at him while holding my jaw. He laughs at my surprised face then yells,

"I'll never stay mated to a man!" He yelled then hit me again.

Throwing a punch to my face which I didn't block or even try to stop. My head whips to the side and I felt my lip split as the coppery blood fills my mouth.

He throws another punch to my stomach, then another one. I feel the bruises and welts form on my stomach.

Sure, it hurts, but the pain is nothing compared to the feeling of my heart breaking.

I wasn't doing anything to stop his assault. I just couldn't bring myself to react. I think I was too broken at that moment, that I figured if he felt he needed to hit me, then I would let him.

This seems to anger him more and he yells at me.

"Hit back!.... Fight back you fucking fagot!"

He yells as he finally stops and stands there looking at me with his chest heaving.

I wipe my lip with the back of my hand, then look at him.

"No! I won't hit you. You're my mate!" I simply say.

For some reason, this only enraged him. He screams as he kicks me in the chest, which knocks me backward, and out of my wheelchair. When his foot connected with my chest, it knocked the wind out of me.

I lay there, holding my chest as I coughed, trying to fill my lungs again.

After taking a few deep breaths he walks over and looks down at me for a moment.

"What's your name?" He asked through gritted teeth.

I knew why he was asking for my name, and my heart broke even more. My wolf was howling and whimpering in my head.

I lay there looking at him for a moment. I could feel the sting of tears, pricking at my eyes but I won't let them fall.

Spitting out blood I said, "Alpha Thaddeus Anderson."

The next words he coldly spoke, but I hardly even heard them,

"I, Jackson Morris, Beta of the Blood Moon pack, reject you Alpha Thaddeus Anderson as my mate!"

I know he spoke the words but I couldn't hear them. I couldn't hear anything he said, not his name, not his pack, nothing, as he spoke the rejection.

His words were a distant sound, and I went numb before I felt the intense pain in my chest as I felt the mate bond break.

I squeezed my eyes closed tight, and gripped my chest, as I felt the strings of the mate bond snap in an instant.

The pain was incredible like a knife stabbed into my heart and then twisted. Each breath burned, as the pain radiated through my chest.

It felt so hard to breathe.

After a few moments, I caught my breath and looked up at him,

"I, Alpha Thaddeus Anderson, accept your rejection." I said.

His eyes went wide before he grabbed his chest and then dropped to his knees crying out. His eyes squeezed shut as he cried out. I could see sweat beads forming on his forehead. He sounded as if he couldn't catch his breath, as he hunched over with one hand bracing himself on the ground, and the other clutching his chest.

After a few moments, he stood up, then shook his head as if he was shaking it off.

Then, without looking back at me, he just walked away...

That was the last time I saw him. I never did see him again at the convention. Although I did end up leaving early. The pain I experienced each night became too much, and I was becoming weaker as each day passed.