The Pack's Hacker (by Cooper) novel Chapter 265

Yorick

I wake tired and happy the next morning but also feeling different. As I kiss my mate’s shoulder and begin rubbing my hand over her hip that is resting against mine, it suddenly dawns on me what’s different.

I’m an Alpha now. An Alpha who leads a pack. Yes, I’m leading with Cyra and yes, for me, she’s more of the Alpha than I am. But mentally, my connection to the pack is so much stronger than it was when I was part of Connor’s or Quirin’s pack.

In the past, I could feel the pack in my mind, but I had to reach out to find the person I wanted to speak to. Now, it’s like all the lines to every pack member are lit up in my head, the connections actively waiting for me.

‘I think I understand why our fathers are having such a difficult time letting go of being an Alpha. Imagine in twenty years this connection going back to the simple connections we had before. This is a bit unexpected, but we’ll adjust. I think the adjustment of returning to the quiet, simple pack connections will be much harder,’ Thad says.

He’s right. Adding the connection to the pack members will take a bit of adjustment, but it’s not overwhelming. I now have a better understanding of why some Alphas look and feel more confident. The pack’s power is the Alpha’s power. I was a strong Alpha before, so was Cyra. Our mating made both of us stronger. But adding the pack’s power to mine makes me even stronger. I think about Connor and Henry and their confidence and strength. Connor was always confident and from what I remember of Henry, so was he. But when Connor took over as Alpha, something changed in him. It was subtle, but there was a new confidence in him. I thought it was my imagination, but he seemed to stand taller than before, prouder. I assumed it was because he had become the Alpha, and it is, but not for the reasons I originally thought. He felt the strength of my father’s pack that was passed to him. And now, I feel the strength of Cyra’s pack, shared with me.

Quirin is a little different. He built his pack from the ground up. All of them are previous rogues, fighters. It makes sense that they would be drawn to an Alpha who is also a fighter, and it also makes it more clear to me why he’s so dangerous. His pack’s ferocity has made Quirin even more ferocius.

I reach out to feel the pack’s connections, brushing over them in a way that is similar to how I brush across Cyra’s mind now that we’re mentally connected. I can feel the areas of deficit in the pack as well as their strengths. They are powerful, but they could be more so. It makes me excited to lead warrior training. The stronger the pack, the stronger Cyra and I become. If I strengthen the pack by increasing their fighting skill, we will automatically become stronger.

I’m so excited, I nearly leap out of bed, ready to start the day.

‘Got it all figured out?’ Cyra asks in the mind link.

I lift my head and smile as she turns to look at me.

“How long have you been awake?” I ask.

“Long enough to feel you working through the logistics of being an Alpha who leads a pack.”

“You feel it too, right?” I ask her, wrapping my arms around her more tightly.

“I do. I wasn’t expecting the change, but Rina is adjusting easily.”

“So is Thad,” I say, lifting my head to look at the clock. When I see the time, I sigh.

“What?” she asks.

“I was hoping I had time to make love to my mate again before warrior training, but I don’t,” I say, making her giggle. “You spent hours inside me last night,” she purrs.

“I intend to do that every night. I’ll just have to get this pack stronger faster so I have more stamina and can get up early enough to start my day off the same way I intend to end it, inside my mate.”

“How about… we shower together after warrior training?” she asks.

“Deal! Now let’s get up. You have a test to take and I have warrior training to lead for the first time in my life,” I say, excited but also a little nervous.1

“You’ll be great at it,” she says, kissing me deeply enough that my body, already hungry for her, begins throbbing with need. I growl. “Up, before I skip warrior training altogether.”

She laughs as she gets up and I watch the fantastic view of my mate’s backside, as she saunters to the bathroom, watching me over her shoulder.

I growl again, flopping onto my back, before leaping out of bed to get ready. I pull on my clothes and go into the bathroom to brush my teeth. Cyra is washing her hands and the pee stick is sitting on the counter.

“How long do we have to wait?” I ask.

She looks at the box. “A couple of minutes.”

I look at the stick.

“What are we looking for?”

“One line, not pregnant. Two lines, pregnant.”

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