The Pack's Alpha (by Cooper) novel Chapter 1

Yorick

“Happy Birthday!”

The crowd of family, pack members, and neighboring Alphas all wish me a happy birthday.

“You’ve got this,” Wendy, my sister, says in my ear before stepping away from me. I just told her my plans for the next year. I intend to announce it to my father and brother, Connor, the current Alpha, tonight.

“Yorick!” my youngest sister, Yvonne, part of the second set of twins that my parents had, says, running over. She’s thirteen but she launches herself into my arms, confident that I’ll catch her. As the youngest, she’s right. None of us have ever dropped her.

“Unh!” I grunt. “You’re getting a bit too old for that, Vonny,” I tell her.

“Quirin never complains,” she says, referencing my older sister’s mate. Now that he and Kennedy have found their way together, he’s quickly becoming the ‘favorite’ brother for my youngest brother and sister.

“Quirin has a pack of pups that are constantly crawling all over him, so what’s one more,” I say as I put her back on her feet.

“You used to be fun, Yorick,” she says, sticking her tongue out at me.

“I still love you, Big Bro,” Yana says, hugging me. “Happy birthday!”

I go around the room, saying hello to my family, my friends, Alpha Quirin, Alpha Henry, his father, Alpha Harold, and several others from his pack who originally came from ours.

I get quite a few offers from she-wolves on ways I can spend the rest of my birthday, all of which I politely decline.

When everyone is having a good time, Connor approaches me.

“So, have you finally decided to agree to my offer?” he asks me, handing me a drink as we look out over the partiers.

“Actually, I won’t be accepting your offer, Connor,” I say, pulling out my acceptance letter.

He frowns and his frown only deepens as he reads the letter.

“Dad! Did you know about this?” he asks, holding up my letter.

“What is it?” my father asks, carrying Kennedy’s daughters Kaylee and Kendra who are hanging on him. Those two will most likely end up at the Warrior Academy one day. They’re both very much like their father and even at two years old, these girls love nothing more than to spar and spar hard. Considering they’re half of Kennedy’s quads, you’d think all four were the same, but no. The other two are just like Kennedy; sweet, quiet, and studious.

Connor hands my father my acceptance letter as I harass my nieces, getting them to swat and punch at me while they hold on to my father.

“Yorick? When did you apply?” my father asks me.

“About six months ago.”

“And you never said anything?” Connor asks, looking hurt.

“Connor, you’ve always known your path. You always knew the pack would be yours. I’m an Alpha with no pack...”

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