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Haven is a small town in Virginia, which lies in the shadow of the mountains. It’s buried in lush forests.
Haven is small enough to feel different to the city that we grew up in but not so small that everybody knows our business.
Our wings are clipped. It’s not true freedom.
Yet we’re no longer living in the terrifying pit of vipers that we grew up in. We couldn’t trust anyone there but each other.
Well, apart from my gorgeous Beta friend, Lincoln. And Dad made sure to tear even him away from me.
Vito and I are both wearing black t-shirts and leather trousers.
Vito’s t-shirt is a R.E.M band t-shirt, however, and he’s much taller than me and strongly built. He looks like a rock god who’s stumbled off stage and taken on a second job as a baker.
If Dad wasn’t such a bastard, Vito could have been a singer.
Snakes aren’t allowed to draw attention to themselves, however, by singing, acting, or dancing. Dad already looks down on Vito as weak for becoming a baker. He’d tear out his throat, before he allowed him to become a performer.
Yet my brother is the strongest Alpha that I know.
He’s my hero.
He’s bouncing on his toes as he taps away at the screen, reading through profiles. He raps his fingers on the steel counter to the beat of Muse’s “Uprising.”
He cranks subversive alt rock by Beta bands (who walk the dangerous line of criticizing the government), through our home as loudly as he can, as soon as the bakery’s doors close.
We’re both secret members of the Omega resistance, fighting for Omega rights and dynamic equality.
It’s illegal to be members.
Still, we grew up in the heart of one of the most dangerous packs in America.
If we could stand up against Dad’s beliefs about what we should be as Alphas or Omegas, then we can take on the whole of America’s as well for the sake of everyone else who doesn’t have a voice.
Plus, Vito’s a ball of energy.
It kills him not to be able to sing, dance, fight, or cause a fucking riot.
I wish that I could bottle his work a sixteen hour shift and then still dance wildly in a mosh pit dynamism.
My vibe is more work sixteen hours and then collapse in bed, before binge watching a box set with a tub of raspberry ripple ice cream.
And that sounds so tempting right now…
The muscles in the back of my calves ache from being on my feet all day. Deep shadows are smudged underneath my eyes.
Vito scrolls on the phone to Seven’s profile.
Then he puts on a pretend aristocratic Alphahole voice, which I’m hundred percent (okay, ninety-three percent) certain sounds nothing like Seven does in real life, as he reads out his profile:
Do you need a no strings attached knot for your next heat…with a dominant Alpha attached as a bonus?
Chief Alpha by day. Indie rock connoisseur by night.
Politics-lover, unconventional, and into: cats, golfing, buying more books than I could ever read, checking out new bars with my pack, and cooking.
My only weakness is chocolate raspberry cheesecake and treasuring Omegas.
“Alpha in Shining Armor of the Year,” Alpha GQ Magazine
