Equals: War And Love

2.

On the basketball court, Mac O'Brien is a player. In addition to his height, he possessed a robust physique. In addition to having brown eyes and light brown hair, he has a square face, which makes him an extremely handsome man.

Eric Perez, a Latino man who is very attractive and has a brilliant smile, tanned skin, and dark brown hair that is curly, is very captivating the attention of people. It is his diamond-shaped face, his body of average height, and his eyes that are a grayish blue that make him look so stunning.

In addition to having very light blonde hair, Natha Jones has puppy eyes that are a light grey color. It is very close to Mac's height that he is. In spite of the fact that he has a robust physique, he appears to be feeble. His presence reminds me of a wild animal, but at the same time, he reminds me of a cute puppy.

In an effort to get closer to the table, I am wearing a huge smile on my face.

Don't laugh so much! Eric boasts, "We are aware that both of us are attractive."

When I say, "You know me," I click my tongue and make a handgun gesture toward him.

This year, I will turn 29 years old, making me the oldest member of the group. Consequently, there are times when I make an effort to appear more mature and caring, but my dearest friends completely demolish that facade.

Oh my goodness, I adore them!

Mr. Zach

At this point in my life, which is the twenty-second spring of my life, I still do not have a partner.

"Even that omega had two true mates!" Nelson, who will be my beta in the future, points out the window.

There is no need for me to take a look because I am aware of the person he is referring to.

As the next royal alpha of our 'Crimson Moon' pack, I, Isaac Sirius Dasan, make the announcement. It is common practice to refer to me as Isaac or Zach in human society, whereas among werewolves, I am known as Sirius.

The story goes that our human ancestor had a s****l encounter with a wolf spirit, which he had conjured up with the assistance of a shaman's assistance. Because of this spirit, seven wolves were born, each of which had the ability to assume human form. Those seven brothers were the first werewolves, and when they eventually came to rule the tribes, they were revered and feared as the royals. They were the original werewolves. Both the alphas and the royals that they fathered were considered to be members of the royal family. A royal descendant of the first brother, third brother, fourth brother, and fifth brother was the only one that survived the passage of time; the other members of the family, with the exception of two or three warriors, were extinguished. In order to preserve the seven original bloodlines, the descendant of the first brother, who was also the king of werewolves, made the decision. So he selected the most qualified individuals who were still alive from among the families that had been wiped out and declared them to be the heads of the families. As a result, he was able to preserve the seven royal families, despite the fact that the chosen alphas were not considered to be royals and that they lacked the same level of power as the actual royal families.

When we, the werewolves, are in our human form, we allow our animal instinct to operate within our souls. On the other hand, when we are in our animal form, we allow our human instinct to operate within our souls. There was no way that this harmony between our two contrasting natures, which consisted of a hunting and cruel beast and an intelligent human, could have been useful. By shading the blood of their loved ones, members of their family, and even innocent creatures, our ancestors had shaded the blood of their victims. This harmonious nature of our mixed soul is something that we are able to inherit as a result of the many sacrifices that our ancestors made as well. There are a few categories that we fall into based on the strength of our beasts within our souls. The beasts that are the most powerful are known as the Alphas, while the beasts that are the weakest are known as the Omegas. The beta, who is the shadow and right hand of the alpha, the warriors, and the regulars all come in between them while they are in the middle.

The fifth royal brother's bloodline is the one that I fall under. Crimson Moon was the name given to the fifth royal brother because of his pale complexion, which was similar to that of the moon, and the red glare that his eyes had when they were in the dark. The 'Crimson Moon' pack was created as a result of this.

In accordance with the custom, the birth of an alpha werewolf is what determines the ruling period of the alpha of the previous generation, which typically falls somewhere between twenty and twenty-five years back. Taking this into consideration, I have every right to succeed my father as the leader of my pack and assume the position that he currently holds. In spite of this, I am the one who is experiencing feelings of lethargy and putting off taking responsibility for my actions. Even though having a mate and being the leader of the pack are two entirely different things, I am currently waiting for my mate. The fact that I was enthralled by the sight of my beta's passionate love for his mate and that I felt envious of that omega who had two mates is something I do not want to admit.

There is no true love between my parents. After falling in love with one another, they decided to get married. The fact that their true mates never showed up is a fortunate coincidence. I am fascinated by the way my beta described how he felt when he met his mate for the first time, how profound and passionate they felt for each other. Although they are all happy in their own unique ways, I find it fascinating how my beta shared his experience.

The same goes for me. I am looking for my soul mate!

In addition, I went to each of the packs and their respective branches. Nevertheless, that hella' mate was nowhere to be found. At each and every moment, I anticipate the arrival of that particular aroma, that particular warmth, that particular heartbeat, and that particular presence.

Many people began to refer to me behind my back as the "single loaf of a sandwich" from the time they saw that I was obsessed with finding my partner. I am completely knowledgeable.

The fact that I do not know who this person is or where on earth they reside is causing me a great deal of confusion and frustration. Despite the fact that I have discovered a great deal in virtually every pack in this world, I have not been able to identify that individual. There is no way that I can identify that individual's scent.

Is the person described dead?

Is that person a hellish person?

Then why in the hell am I unable to locate that i***t of a companion of mine?

As soon as I see a flower vase close to my hand, I immediately throw it away without giving it any thought. A loud sound is made as the vase is smashed against the wall, and the shards of the vase are scattered across the ground.

It's me, man! Why in the hell are you acting like that? Nelson goes into a panic.

To be honest, Nelson! Suddenly, I became overly enthusiastic and threw that flower vase. Do you think you could clean it for me?

To hell with it, I'm going to clean up your mess! It is not my job to clean up your temper tantrums; I am your Beta, not your servant or your mother. Due to the fact that you have not yet assumed the role of Alpha, I am still not considering myself to be your beta user. As a result of you, I am unable to hold the position of second most powerful individual in the group. Find out who your damned mate is, or marry some wolf girl, and proceed with your life. Please provide us with a Luna who will ensure that your sanity is intact. Simply put, we prefer not to have any depressed and crazy Alphas. Your best bet is..."

Honestly, I didn't require such a lengthy response, even though it was anticipated. The fact that I am staring at Nelson in a menacing manner while assuming a stance to attack him prevents him from finishing his sentence. Simply put, he is a jerk to me. We both end up falling onto my bed as a result of my pounce on him. Then I grab his neck, and he grabs mine at the same time.

"My dear Beta, you certainly use a lot of words. On a daily basis, I observe you playing a romantic role with your Al. What you do and where you go are both known to me. "It really irritates me."

Don't refer to her as Al; instead, call her Alice. You can only refer to my friend as Al. Howdy! It is very frustrating to you sexually. Wow, that's hilarious! Go out and find out who your f**king mate is as soon as possible.

"You-"

The words "Zach, Nelson, just get out of my house before breaking it into pieces, you stupid brats!" are yelled by my mother, and she almost throws us out of the house.

In order to get to our university, we decide to ride in Nelson's car.

The 'Blue Shots' is one of the musical bands that represent our university, and I am a member of that band. While Nelson is the drummer, I am the guitarist for the band. There are a total of five people in our group, including Patrix, Ricki, and Sean. Patrix is the primary vocalist that we perform with. These days, we are devoting a greater amount of time to practicing together in preparation for the upcoming concert that will take place on campus.

Argh!It's very dull to live!