"De sobra sabes que eres la primera
Que no miento si juro que daría
Por ti la vida entera, por ti la vida entera
Y sin embargo un rato cada día, ya ves
Te engañaría con cualquiera
Te cambiaría por cualquiera/

You know too well you are the first one
That I do not lie to when I swear
That I would give my whole life to you.
Regardless, for a while each day, you see,
I would cheat on you with whomever,
I would change you for whomever..."

Joaquín Sabina's song was resonating trough the dark room.

"Pareze que tienes razon, Joaquin, hijo de puta, y Michael el mas grande hijo de puta aun.../ It seems you are right Joaquín, son of a bitch, and you Michael are an even bigger son of a bitch," muttered Angel to himself balancing a bottle of tequila in his left hand.

It had been one month, one months since he had killed his brother in law Amaru in battle and became Alpha of the South American pack.

Alpha... he thought about being many things in his life but Alpha had never been one of them. Regardless, the laws of nature were clear and urged him to obey.

"Angel! Abre las ventanas, dios mío, que está haciendo de nuevo aquí sentado solo en la oscuridad?/ Angel, Jesús, open the windows, what are you doing again here sitting alone in the dark?" said his sister Alejandra that stormed in an jancked the curtains open, letting the merciless Mexican sun invade the room.

"Ah joder, Ale, que estás haciendo?/ Ah fuck, Ale, what are you doing?"

"Angel, hermanito, tu eres Alpha ahora, comportate como tal. En unos minutos habrá una reunión de la manada de lobos, ¿lo has olvidado?/ Angel, little brother, you are Alpha now, act as such. In a few minutes there will be a pack meeting have you forgotten?" she said taking the tequila bottle from his hand.

"Ya déjame en paz. Que pasa si no quiero ser Alpha? Nunca quise esto./ Leave me alone. What happens if I don't want this? I never wanted this."

"Pues entonces no deberías haber matado a Amaru./ Than you shouldn't have killed, Amaru," said Alejandra bitter.

"Lo hice por ti, perra ingrata/I did it for you, ungrateful bitch," said Angel angry and disturbed.

"No. Lo hiciste por ti mismo. Ahora toca el papel/ No. You did it for yourself. Now stand up to the part."

The door opened once more and four men stepped in.

"Angel," said the oldest of them and bowed his head somehow mocking.

"Rodrigo, Manuel, Juan, Pablo. Bienvenidos," said Alejandra.

Angel sighed again but stood up and tried to pull up an alpha attitude. How much he hated that, that was anything but himself.

He also hated Amaru even beyond his death, because as dead as he was, he seemed to still manage to fuck up his life.

He didn't want to do that. Sit there with these guys that he didn't like at all, most of all Rodrigo, Amaru's former Beta.
What he wanted, was to be in Scotland with Michael, drinking and fucking, but that was not an option anyone.

He had accepted the fact that Michael could be Alpha one day. That was a possibility that was not foreign to him, but if that would ever happen, he always imagined to be at his side as his lover.

When Erik came back into his body he couldn't have been happier, thinking that that would nullify everything, Michael being Alpha, his linage with Charlotte, but Erik had to fucking die for real and now they had to deal with the mess.

And there was also the super surprise factor, Charlotte's pregnancy.

'Werewolf can conceive very difficult.' That seemed at this point the biggest bullshit he ever heard. Both Charlotte and Mila seemed to have gotten pregnant after only one night. If that wasn't a jest of destiny Angel didn't know what was.

Or maybe the Wittfeld sperm was magical, thought Angel annoyed.

He needed a drink and a friend, he concluded. As much as he loved his sister she became very irritating lately. He understood that Amaru had been her mate and the mate bond made her feel and act like that in part but Amaru had beaten her and had treated her awful,he would not shed any tear for such a bastard if he were her.

And there was that endlessly annoying meeting. Rogues this, rogues that, Rodrigo's annoying face....

"Que piensas, Angelito?/ What are you thinking of, Angelito? " he heard him say disturbing his thoughts.

"What?"

"Pues que tomes una decisión carajo. Comportarte como Alpha, niño. O es mejor que yo tomé tu lugar? Alejandra precisa de un nuevo hombre en su cama. Hombre de verdad no como tú... ya sabes... a qual le gusta tomárselo por culo/.
Well that you make a decision, for fuck sake. Or is it better if I take your place? The pack needs a leader and Alejandra needs a new man to warm her bed. A real man, not like you I mean, you know... Not one that likes to take it up his ass..." he said and grinned maliciously.

Angel stood up from his chair livid with anger. His eyes started shining brightly while he streched his hand out to Rodrigo.

"Que ... estas haciendo...cabron?/ What are you doing, asshole?" said Rodrigo breathing heavily, suddenly drenched in sweat and with tears running down his cheeks.

Angel frowned once more and his pants became wet with urin.

"Nunca. Nunca me vuelvas a faltar el respeto, los oyes? O eliminaré todo el agua de tu cuerpo como lo estoy haciendo ahora, hasta que te mueres como el pero que erres.
Never. I mean never, disrespect me again, do you hear me? Or I will eliminate all the water from your body, as I am doing right now untill you die like the dog that you are..." said Angel not recognizing himself.

He breath out and let the grip on Rodrigo loose.

"You will no longer be Beta. Pablo, you are up to take his place, the ceremony is tonight. Now out of my sight, all of you and carry him out too."

After they all exited mute with respect, muttering that Amaru had not been able to conjure magic like that, Angel sunk down on the sofa and cried for an hour.

After his tears dried he went to search for Alejandra.

She was down in the garden of their estate tending to the horses.

"Vaya hermanito, me contaron que pasó/ Little brother, they told me what happened. I didn't think you have it in you, eh."

"Yo tampoco.../ Me neither..."

Alejandra smiled at him and stroked his hair.

"Hermanito, necesitar una Luna... ya lo sabes./ Little brother you need a Luna, you know that..."

"Lo se, pero no quiero./ I know but I don't want to."

"Eso ya lo sé. But life isn't always about what we want. I know you miss him, but Michael moved on and is doing his duty and so should you."

"Don't remind me, I fucking know," said Angel and walked away, in an even worse mood.

It was hell of a day that didn't seem to have an end. In the evening Pablo came by as requested and he marked his body with the Beta signs while he pledged to be his sword and his right hand.

It was ok, Pablo was somehow nice, he liked him certainly more than Rodrigo.

What he didn't expect was to find Pablo's sister Anamaria afterwards naked in his bed.

"Ana..."

"Si... dime.../ Yes tell me..."

She pushed the blankets away. She was indeed totally naked underneath to Angel's surprise.

Her golden skin was shimmering in the moonlight. She was beautiful with her silky long black hair and intense dark eyes. Her body was petite and curvy.

It disturbed him somehow. He had never been with a woman, he kind of always knew that was not his thing, but times change, people change.

Michael did it too and that made him angry. Michael chose duty over him and that hurt him terribly.

Sitting down on the edge of the bed he moved his fingers slowly across her belly. He skin was pleasantly soft. Too soft. He cupped one of her ample breasts and pinched her nipple. She smiled revealing perfect white teeth.

"Mas.../ More..." she whispered and stood up to kiss him on the lips with glowing eyes.

Her lips were smooth, too smooth...

"Eres muy bonita, Anamaria./ You are very pretty, Anamaria."

She climbed onto his lap. Despite the sexual tension and the fact that Anamaria was indeed very attractive he was only semi hard. He was definitely not straight. But maybe he could be a bit of bi, for the greater good.

"Cojeme, como quieras.../ Fuck me, however you feel like doing it," she whispered into his ear and bit his earlobe.

That damn girl was a fire cracker but he was ironically the water Alpha.

"Pablo me contó que le hiciste a Rodrigo, y me puse tan mojada.../ Pablo told me what you did to Rodrigo, that turned me so wett..."

"Así?/ Is that so?" said Angel kissing her and embracing her small figure.

It was... strange.

"Ay, eres tímido. Entonces déjame ayudarte./ Ah, you are shy. Let me help you then."

Anamaria licker her lips and pushed Angel down on the bed.

She pulled his t-shirt over his head and started licking and biting down his torso.

It felt somehow interesting, even pleasant, if it would have been with Michael, it would have been explosive.

She unbuckled his jeans.

"Ah this alpha markings make me particularly horny..."

"I bet they do," Said Angel with a hint of irony, sliding his hands into her hair when he felt her kneeling down on the ground between his legs.

She pulled his jeans and underwear down and licked along his penis in a long stroke.

Normally it would have sent rivers of shivers down his spine but at that point he felt as neutral as Switzerland in the world wars.

Even when he felt her tongue slide skilfully over his tip, or her mouth warm and wet against him, despite getting hard in the end and coming into her mouth, while biting his lips and staring wide-eyed at the ceiling, he felt just infinite emptiness in the end.

"So you don't want to fuck me?" she asked laying down besides him.

"Not today, but thanks," said Angel kissing her on the cheek.

Marking her and fucking her would mean making her his Luna. That was not something he wanted.

"Vale, hasta la vista, Angelito..." she said standing up and sliding a dress over her body without bothering with underwear.

There was indeed something about this girl's raw sexuality, just not something for him...

"No me llames Angelito/ don't call me Angelito."

"Esta bien, hasta pronto, Alpha Angel. Me pones super cachonda./ Ok, See you soon, Alpha Angel. You make me super horny."

The darkness in the room mirrored the one in his soul. He missed Michael and hated him at the same time.

He also missed Mila terribly, he would have wanted to call her and complain about the situation or have a drink. He missed an authenticall friendship.

He wondered if she rested in pace, if her and Erik had found each other in the afterlife.

By now he was not even very sure what happened. He wanted to think everything was Kiril's fault but his behavior at the end was ambiguous. He saved Mila, protected her and even brought Erik back into his body and stabbed the goddess. Anyway he was dead too so it didn't matter anymore.

If things would have turned out differently they wouldn't be in that mess, he would be still in Scotland with Michael and Mila and Erik would be expecting their child.

The world now was however in pieces. He was Alpha, a pretty unprepared and bad one. Michael was one too, and that forced them apart and Michael to take a Luna that he also fucking impregnated in the first try.

And there were the rest. Samira was dealing with her own fragile pregnancy, a dead mate and a crumbling legacy. Yarran the new Alpha of the Australian pack was most probably trouble. Nodin, who he visited lately because of the diplomatic relationships that were necessary because of the close proximity was only a shadow of himself after his mate Mei died on the volcano, maybe much like himself.
And there was the new Alpha of the Asian continent, Sanjay, that seemed very ambitios to say the least.

"Angel why are you packing?" asked Alejandra when she entered his room the next morning.

"I need to go on a trip."

"Where to? You are Alpha you cannot just leave. Did you meet Anamaria?"

"To London. Precisely because I am Alpha I can do whatever the fuck I want..."