Werewolf’s Heartsong

Chapter 12 

Alpha Andrew‘s POV 

I‘ve been getting messages and reports all morning about what was happening. I was in the Principal‘s office when my Master Trainer of the Alpha Class came in. He reported the scene on the school‘s front lawn. So I had stayed in the office for the eventual confrontation with Allister and Bettina Northmountain. We also got the camera footage pulled and ready for when they came into the office. As expected they had come in mad. 

They started of asking how we could let Alora and two brutes bully their precious princess. We played the footage of what happened before we informed that no punishment would be exacted against Alora, or the boys who helped her. Neither would his son or his new mate Serenity. A she wolf I happened to know was sweet as could be, she loved to be helpful, but she was so shy it was hard for her to talk to people. I knew my boy was head over heels in love with her. 

My Beta and his Mate came in after the Northmountain’s left. We replayed the footage for them. My Beta was furious that his son would be so stupid, his mother was horrified at his cruelty. I knew they wanted to confront their 

son, but there wasn‘t time. We had to get to the Arena for the Training Finals. I didn‘t want to miss my son‘s or Alora‘s fights. I had wanted to talk to them both before the matches. But this mornings events prevented that. 

I make my way to my seat, My Beta and his mate to my left. My mate comes up on my right, sits down, then cuddles close, wraps an arm around mine and leans her head on my shoulder. “So... I’ve heard it‘s been a very eventful morning for our son and Alora.” she looks up at me inquiringly. I lean down and kiss her forehead. I love this she–wolf with all my heart, and my entire soul. 

Even with age she is still the most gorgeous woman I‘ve ever known. Her hair was still a solid deep dark red, almost black, her eyes a cerulean blue tilted up at the edges were large, she had a petite face with a pointed chin, her nose was cute, tilted up a little, her lips full and pouty, were a natural dark pink, she was lean and her breasts were perfect and full. Her bottom even at fifty was still firm and round with a beautiful bounce to it. Her legs were long, her thighs were just the right mount of thickness, toned with muscle. 

I loved the way her muscles moved under my hands as I touched and kissed my way all over her body. Even after all these years my mate 

it has been an eventful morning for both.” I look across the Arena at both Darien and Alora, they were sitting next to each other in their assigned seats. “Our son found his mate, a she–wolf I believe you will approve of, and

mate. “I‘m afraid so, how he could do something so foolish, and for that she wolf Sarah.” Lissanna looks angrily in the direction of that she–wolf. “Alora would have been a blessing to our household.” she looks up

at Lissanna, her look sad as well. “I hope your son will get a chance to redeem himself and hopefully get a second chance. One I hope he‘ll appreciate.” Lissanna nod‘s then faces forward as the

not even making it to the third round. Further into the fight, my eldest son Damien starts to message me.

happened this morning.

it this afternoon, however, it seems your

she said she‘s not holding

did not

arm. “Honey look at our son‘s picture, isn‘t he just darling.” She coos smiling.

was how she coped with all the horrible things done to the girl. Some we can only guess at based upon reports given. We can only tell because of the smell of blood, or

mud, blood, cuts and bruises. We rushed the poor child back to the Pack House. My mate ran the Pack clinic being a Pack Doctor, she was

of the girl, and the condition she was found in. My wife said she was not to be moved for at least a week. It was all the reprieve we could give her. But in that week, that gorgeous little pup found her way into

bad feeling about

glared at the program list, it looks like they found Alora‘s name and rank. Before I can reply to Damien my wife shakes

Serenity, Darien‘s Mate.” she points

pointing at the other opponent