Alpha-heir Karl Jacobs had a life he was proud of. His company was preparing for another major product launch which would add billions to his bank account, his social life was full and varied, and he had a beautiful house situated more than three hours’ drive away from his home pack. Sure, his uncle Bevan, the current alpha of the Blue Moon pack, was pushing women at him in the hopes he’d take a mate and have children, but Karl was busy and able to sidestep most potentially awkward situations. However, at the party for his product launch, things changed drastically, and while Karl could adapt to most things, a male omega wasn’t necessarily on that list.
Tanner Corban’s life was all of his own making. He had a job he did well, even if he didn’t enjoy it, his own home and a lot of friends around him. While there were times when he wished for something more, like a mate of his own, Tanner knew that because he didn’t fit the typical omega mold, it was unlikely he’d ever find his happy ever after. When he spots an alpha at a product launch for some company he’d never heard of and the man walks away, his suspicions were confirmed. Besides, Tanner learned other news that night that had the potential to totally uproot his life.
Being adaptable to change is just one of the hurdles Tanner and Karl have to jump over. Thefts, fraud, and deceit from people usually trusted hits the men hard, both physically and emotionally. When the ultimate threat comes forward, both men are going to have to trust the other to have their backs, or it could mean death for both of them.
This is an Alpha and Omega story with a slight twist. It’s standalone and intended for adults only. #HEA, #MM, #Fated Mates.
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Heat Level: 4
Romantic Content: 5
Ending: Click here to reveal
Character Identities: Gay
Protagonist 1 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Protagonist 2 Age: Ageless/Immortal
Tropes: Fated Mates / Soul Mates
Languages Available: English
Series Type: Same Universe / Various Characters
My uncle’s cursed me. Karl wasn’t sure how he made it to the bar, lifting his finger for a double whiskey. “No ice,” he croaked. Shit. Pull yourself together. You own this place. He swallowed, took a sip of the drink placed in front of him by the friendly bartender, managed a weak smile in return, and swallowed again, keeping his head low.
Still reeling from his uncle’s hateful parting words, Karl wasn’t surprised to scent a hint of wolf in the air when he stood at the door of the conference room. His uncle wouldn’t have come to the city alone, and Karl dismissed the smells as traces left by his father’s minions leaving. But as he stood for a moment, bracing himself to get back into the party mood again, the scent teased his nostrils again from inside the room. It was coming from one of the party goers.READ MORE
Scanning the crowd, no one stood out. Well, one man on the dancefloor did, but that was only because he stood a good head taller than anyone else. The woman dancing with him looked old enough to be the man’s grandmother, and figuring they were related to one of his staff, Karl dismissed him with barely a glance.
But the scent persisted, and Karl wanted to moan at the sweetness of it. Sure, there was a musky element too, but all wolves carried that tinge in their scent. Moving slowly, Karl tried not to be too obvious as he sniffed the air, following the promise the smell was giving him.
The scent got stronger, Karl’s cock firmed, hidden by his jacket. Karl knew he had to be getting closer, but the tall man with his elderly dancing partner must have been blocking Karl’s mate from view. Karl twisted his head, one side and then the other, trying to see around the broad shoulders and bulky build. The man had model-worthy looks to be sure, but Karl’s inclinations didn’t swing that way. Finally, the man gently twirled his partner to one side, giving Karl an unobstructed view of anyone who had been behind him, and there she… wasn’t. There was no one behind the man.
Karl stopped in his tracks. Had the woman moved to another part of the room? But no, the scent persisted, and Karl realized to his horror, that the scent moved with the dancing hulk and his elderly partner. Oh, my gods, am I too late? She looks like she’s an inch from death and slipping fast. Would our mating be enough to save her? Could she still carry our children?
In hindsight, that was the optimist in his thinking. Karl shook his head, leaning against the bar as he took another sip of his whiskey. Saving an elderly mate would have been easy compared to the alternative. But no, it wasn’t to be. The woman was human, and while shifters could take human mates, and indeed the claiming increased the human’s strength, reflexes and ability to withstand disease, the mating scent teasing Karl’s nostrils was coming from a wolf. A wolf who was bigger built and who looked as rugged as Karl did himself.
He’s got facial hair. That little detail had never cropped up in Karl’s dreams of having a mate. He’s freaking taller than me and built like a tank. Karl swigged rather than sipped this time. No boobs… he’s got a cock… Karl shook his head as he contemplated his glass. From the moment he’d realized what joy could be found with a woman in his arms, he’d wanted one. And since that time, he’d had many. Never once, not ever, had he looked at a man with lust in his eyes, and yet here he was nursing a hard on along with his whiskey, both caused by a brick shithouse of a man.