"That means that the Alpha is likely the mate of whatever of your female friends thinks of you as her best friend...you know that, right?" Jane timidly spoke up. "As he rejected me, she'd be his 2nd chance mate."

          "Aww shit, man. No, I did not know. Now I guess he should meet my friends? That's going to take some scheming...if I want the Beta bad enough to do it." Charlotte grumbled. "Anyway, bud, this mojo you're putting out is a pain to deal with. You went from a hot boy to 'omg, be still my ovaries'. You're not going to have any peace until you assert yourself. Let chicks fall on their ass, have Jane sit on your lap and friggen make out or something, for lunch."

          "Or just command that they leave you alone." Jane said it softly. "I should have had an Alpha tone of my own, so you've inherited it. Just demand what you want with some force and it responds naturally to your intent. The more serious you are about your demands, the stronger the command."

         "So, to not order people around unintentionally..." I didn't know how to phrase the question but Charlotte caught on quicker than Jane.

         "You make suggestions, you ask people to do what you want, but you avoid demanding anything unless you have a firm control on you desire."

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         I started following their advice--chicks fell on the floor, my lap was rarely empty, and I'd never been good about keeping my hands off my mate anyway. On the rare occasion that girls wouldn't take that as reason to back off, I'd tell them to leave me alone, and it seemed to be working alright.

          Now, it had only been 2 months into the school year, and Halloween was here, and we were allowed to dress up for Halloween. We went as Lurch and Wednesday--her choice. I'd have gladly done Gomez and Morticia, but she knows we look more like the first 2. Pity, as they were always portrayed as a very romantic and completely unavailable couple. I feel like there is more security in those characters.

         At lunch, Jane had to go to the bathroom so she and Charlotte went together. I was stuck at a table with our food.

         And yet again, some chick trips and falls her way into damn near faceplanting into my midsection.

         "That is some cool vein-work!" She reached up to grab a hold of my face--which could mess up the makeup, forget that she should at the very least be apologizing and getting the fuck up off of me.

         It was a blind rage, boiling deep below my surface thoughts--now that I'm older, I know what it was that I was feeling that short period of time. I didn't even know it was there until it erupted from the depths, and I bellowed, "Get away, whore!" as I quickly stood up, dumping her underneath the round table.

         I placed both my palms on the table, standing over this girl--whom I was sure was shocked, though she was trying to scurry out from under there like a cockroach suddenly hit by a light source.

         But my focus wasn't on her. I raised my voice even louder. "I don't know what the fuck problem got into all the little hos at this school, but y'all need to lay off me. I have a girlfriend. I don't want or need your attention. If there is a legitimate reason to speak to me, you fucking ask my girlfriend's permission politely before coming near me. I'm about ready to start decking bitches. Y'all wouldn't tolerate this shit done to a girl by any of the guys here, so don't act like some douche dude towards me. I'm big enough to hurt you."

         The ho was out from under the table, bawling her eyes out. Years later, knowing what exactly drives all these women, even against their will, I kind of pity them...but all these compulsions do is drag out the natural monster within the person. Each one of us is capable of greater amounts of stupidity than we'll ever know, until sorely tempted to give in.

        I didn't have compassion back then, though. I plopped back into my seat, drained. I didn't have the history or mental exercise of wielding what I had used in that moment. My mate and friend walked back in, with big grins on their faces--blessed were hearing.

         I had her mark and mate me that very night. Screw whatever practices they usually did for all this, I was done. I actually grew fangs myself and bit her back. Surprised the shit out of both of us because that doesn't normally happen between weres and humans.

         Some years later, before this story was requested of me, the Alpha and the Omega councils both decided that the power potential of true runt mates was too much to pass up with a permission barrier against attempting to turn the human mates. As in, Alphas want more Alphas to monitor the wild were and human populations, and the Omegas want guaranteed protection for the runts to be increased, both of which comes from a fully shifted partner.

         It comes with risks--this is genetic changes being done very rapidly on the body. Just like vaccines, there are reactions, sometimes even leading to death. It is thought that those with traces of were ancestry will take the transition better--and you bet, since I had the teeth out of nowhere, I'm one of them.

         It was miserable. I'd rather take that Covid shot 10, 20 times over. I'm only now on the other side of this mess, barely in control of my chronic rage--I don't even know where that came from. I've always been such a laid back guy.

         I'm also one of those guys who is so in agreement with my wolf, that he's not really a separate entity. We're a seamless whole.

         Back to that anger: I think that my wife--yes, we got married for my mom's sake--channels all her rage at me. Everyone babies her, which she takes graciously, but I'm thinking she doesn't like it.

         The reason I'm thinking that is I'm getting food cravings and she doesn't get a single one. 5 months along, and we're wondering if she will have normal babies or more children like her. We don't know--the pregnancies are that rare.

         Crazy stuff, man.

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         Alpha Keith Richards, no pack affiliation. Council enforcer/mediator. No affiliation with the Rolling Stones.