Chapter 47
The iming by Cooper (Jara & Mason)
Mason
I knew, when I heard Jara ask Alpha Luke to stay behind, that she wanted to spend some individual
time with him. It hurts, but I also know she isn’t yet mine. I have to bide my time and I know he’s my
biggestpetition.
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But that doesn’t mean that I can’t still take care of her. I know she must be hungry. She’s been sparring
for hours and fighting against several Alphas, so I can send her some food and make sure she’s fed.
While I’m at it, I order food for Alpha Luke too. In any other situation, I’d like him, but he’s my
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I go up to my room to shower before returning to the dining hall. I notice Typhon stalking around,
growling and grumbling. I don’t miss it when he and his entire pack rise and walk outside. I look around
and realize everyone else saw it too.
I’m up and moving before anyone else. I know what this means. He’s after Jara.
I hear him before I see him. He’s obviously pushing the limits of the iming rules by trying to force
Jara into spending time with him. As his pack stands behind him, I move to stand behind Jara, ready to
support her. I needn’t have bothered. As always, Jara is glorious in her anger. I can’t help but snicker
when I see Typhon forced to submit to her.
It makes me wonder if she could make my wolf submit to her. I know once I’ve imed her, he will
submit to her every whim, that’s expected. But in a show of force? I may have to see if she’s willing to
test that. It would be interesting to see just how strong her wolf is.
I can’t help but feel a sharp sting in my heart as I see Alpha Luke begin walking her back to her
housing. That has always been my special thing with her. 1 wonder if I pushed her too farst night.
Maybe the physical contact was more than she could handle. Or, maybe, and the thought has my wolf
snarling in my head, she wants to see what it feels like to be with someone else. To see if what we
have is special.
Instead of heading back to my room, I turn and head to the training center. I have time before I meet up
with Jara this evening and right now, I need to bum off some energy. I begin by punching a punching
bag, my mind a crowded mess of images of Jara with Luke. My anger at my helplessness and inability
to im her only gets stronger until 1 punch a hole in the punching bag, sand spilling all over the
training floor.
“Did you want a real person to hit? Or are you just blowing off steam?” I turn, seeing Elder Jason
walking into the room.
“I wouldn’t mind a real person. It might help me clear my head some. This…” I gesture toward the
punching bag, “wasn’t helping.”
We step on a mat, and he gives me universal e at me’ wave of his hand. I do and he takes me
down easily.
“What’s on your mind, Alpha?” He asks as I stand back up. It’s just us in here right now, and I trust this
Elder, so I feel morefortable being open with him.
“I hate this entire process.” I say to him.
He nods, swiping at me, but I duck, getting a hit in on him before he takes me down again. “How would
you change it, but make sure it’s fair?”
“Well, that’s the question, isn’t it? Fair for whom? For the females forced into a mate bond they may not
want, or fair for the omegas who still have very little chance of iming a mate if there is a ranked
member in the iming.”
“Good points.” He says, as we continue sparring.
“The entire process is a disaster.” I say, my head starting to clear as I shift gears from thinking of Jara
to thinking of the overall iming process.
“How so?” He asks me.
“There are no rules in the iming territory except to protect the she-wolves. So, our dwindling
poption continues to kill off our species each year, continuing the decimation of our poption faster
than our females can repopte it. How does that make any kind of sense?” I say standing up and
looking at him. He stands as well, dropping his hands and looking at me, letting me get it out of my
system.
“Jara said that each imant showed favoritism to some wolves. I know in the case of Layan, she
showed early favoritism to my Beta, but he wasn’t chosen for her iming.
Why can’t they choose who is in their iming? Why are they forced to take whoever catches them?”
“Survival of the fittest.” Elder Jason replies.
“But is it? Take Alpha Typhon for example. It didn’t help him. He imed an Alpha female and now
she’s dead without ever giving him a child. Is that survival of the fittest? Did Alpha M deserve to die
because she wasn’t strong enough? No. She deserved to have a say in who imed her and I can
guarantee you, she never would have chosen Alpha Typhon.”
“What do you suggest, Alpha Mason?” He asks, taking a fighting stance again.
“We need to rework how the iming process is done. The females should have a say in who is in their
iming. Maybe we give them a number they must pick from, but they choose, not some random
lottery. That way, those that are not worthy of having a mate, don’t get one and those that are, at least
have a chance. I also think there needs to be a rule in ce that if you kill another werewolf, you are no
longer eligible for iming. If we can’t respect our species as a whole, how can we expect anyone to
respect their mate?”
As we’re talking, my head has cleared enough that my fighting technique is back to normal, and I take
Elder Jason down to the mat. I step back, giving him a chance to stand up.
“All very good points, Alpha Mason. But you will have to petition the Elder council for the change.”
“I am aware of that. I’m also aware that the Elder council is the one that is allowing things like what
happened to Alpha M and Omega Layan to happen without punishment. No offense, Elder, but the
council needs to be shaken up, presentpany excluded.”
“No offense taken. I happen to agree with you.”
We both step back, panting from our workout. “When the timees, send your petition to me, I’ll
make sure it pushes through.” He says.
I reach my hand out to him. “Thank you, Elder.”
He shakes my hand. “Go get showered. You have an Alpha to charm.”
I chuckle, turning toward the door. “Yes, I do.”