He’s My Alpha by Cassandra M (Jake & Clair)
Chapter 62
Jake
My head fell down at my side and jerked my body awake from sleep. I must have fallen asleep leaning on my office chair again. The clock overhead read 3: 05 AM.
I’ve been here in my office since yesterday afternoon, rummaging thru the journals of the past Alphas and Lunas’ of my pack. Elder Garret had sent in more than twenty journals including the ones owned by the previous Betas and Gammas. More things to looked at.
After what happened with Clair and what I found out about her and Aeon, I decided to work my a*s*s off to find what I needed instead of drowning myself in alcohol to pacify my frustration and my jealousy.
I was already tired from all the journal reading I’ve done in the past few days. All of them were useless, either Chosen Lunas or Fated ones but only stayed alive or as Luna for 1-2 years.
I know I couldn’t just stop or waste any more time, she was slowly slipping away from my hand. I couldn’t just slack off and let it happen. She’s mine.
I couldn’t blame her if she was really keeping her options open. I led her to this but it eventually has to stop before we bought lose our sanity. I knew she wanted me more than Aeon, I still have my edge.
I scrubbed my hand over my face to wake me out of sleepiness. I still have things to do.
There were still eight more journals left to read.
I don’t want to admit but I was slowly losing hope already. These journals were almost the recent ones and I a*s*sumed although I wanted to be wrong, that they hold the same information that was passed over to me by my grandfather. But I would try.
I don’t know why I’m still doing this. Maybe because of that little hope I was aiming for.
Just a little hope. Hope for more years with my Luna. More years with my pack.
I grabbed one of the journals and opened it, holding my breath getting ready for another disappointment.
Come on, Selene! Let me have just one. Just one.
Alpha Diego 1916 – 1938
Luna Estelle 1919 – 1938 (Fated)
Firstborn Dante
Secondborn Marco
Thirdborn Ca*s*sidy
Beta Castor 1916 – 1938
I held my breath, eyes widening as my heart thudded in anticipation. I pursed my lips trying to control my heartbeat.
There was a handwritten note that they were Fated.
Alpha Diego and Luna Estelle had 19 years together as Alpha and Luna.
19 f*uc*king years.
With trembling hands, I opened the last page of the journal to find a beautiful handwritten entry by Luna Estelle. I focused on the journal and everything else faded out.
13 November 1937
It’s been three weeks since Ca*s*sidy was born and I am still in awe of her beauty. But it wasn’t just me, her father and brothers adore her. She’s like an angel and I’ve never seen a beautiful pup as she is. My sons were beautiful as well, but Ca*s*sidy she’s exceptional!
Who would have thought that after 14 years since I gave birth to Marco, I would still be able to carry and birth another pup? Moon Goddess has been good to us.
It will be a new era for me, for us.
In 4 months from today, our son Dante will take the Alpha-ship and I, together with my fated mate will step down as Luna and Alpha of the Black Shadow Pack. We will raise our child Ca*s*sidy, for the first time as ordinary members of the pack.
Although I would miss the responsibility and the challenges of being a Luna, I am looking forward to the freedom of being just an ordinary she-wolf with my mate and raising Ca*s*sidy together in a normal..
I stopped reading. My breath hitched, I didn’t realize a smile formed on my lips.
I found one. It should be enough, I said I just need one. I don’t need more. But I couldn’t stop reaching for the next one. I crammed over the pages, flipping with more energy.
Not this journal. This was a Chosen Luna.
I picked up the next one and the next one. Until I landed on my fifth.
Alpha Marcus i860 – 1885
Luna Allestain 1865 – 1885 (FATED)
Firstborn Julio
Secondborn Arthur
Beta Mariano 1835 – 1862
Beta Maximus 1862 – 1885
26 May 1885
I, Marie Allestain Galhart will step down tomorrow as the Luna of the Black Shadow Pack. It has been a great 20 years of serving and fighting for this pack. It is an honor beyond measure.
I would always remember the first time I came here, I wasn’t welcomed for a reason unknown to me until my Alpha told me. A Fated Luna was never welcomed, and will never be considered.
But he fought for me. He wanted me and not anyone else.
It took years before they warmed up to me. Years to prove that I was not here to destroy their Alpha and their pack. Years to prove that I loved my Alpha and I would do anything to protect him and the pack.
But once they did, I was surrounded by love and respect more than anything a Luna can wish for. And for that, I am grateful.
I prayed to the Goddess that the future Fated Lunas of this pack will never have to go through what I’ve been thru. Or that they will not be rejected or discarded.
I closed the journal in my hand and rested my forehead upon it, clutching the journal tightly. I didn’t know a journal can make me weak like this. I felt her pain, I felt Clair’s pain thru her words.
But despite the heaviness of Luna Allestain’s journal entry, happiness soared in my heart.
Clair. All I could think of was her.
These two journals were more than enough.
I don’t know what life I could offer Clair and my pack after I claim her but these journals were the glimmer of hope I was searching for.
I was ready to take what’s mine from the beginning.
With the new energy in my vein, I carefully placed both journals in my drawers and opened my office window. I jumped out of it and went directly to the forest.
It’s dawn now, time to let my wolf run before I put everything in my life back to order.
I stood in front of Clair’s house, naked with a dead animal in my hand. I carefully laid the dead deer I hunted at the front of their door, crouching as I traced her name faintly on the deer’s body using its own blood. Hopefully, she would be the one to find it.
It may look creepy but it was an affirmation of my intention to court her and win her back.
Energy and enthusiasm still coursed over my body as I sped off to the forest line and shifted back to my wolf, heading towards the packhouse.
Time to freshen up and meet the father of my Luna with the good news in my hands.
AUTHOR’S NOTE:
***Please don’t be confused. I’m still learning the ways of writing and not sure how to describe and differentiate the actual event versus the one he sees in the journals he was reading. So hopefully, what I did make sense.