Chapter 1 ASS IS LIFE

ALPHA NATE

"Ass is life, Man. Ass is life." I exclaim as I zip up my pants, beads of sweat dripping down my body from the great hookup I just had.

My best friend and Beta, Raphael, laughs and moves his eyes, giving me enough privacy to cover up properly.

"I thought you love boobs more?" Raphael asks once I'm done dressing up.

"Life is nothing without boobs and you know it. Life is literally nothing without boobs," I emphasise when I remember that mother's feed their babies milk through their boobs. "While ass is life, boobs are the solution to every life problem. Imagine coming home after a long day at work, resting on your chicks huge boobs while telling her how awful your day was. The softness of those bad boys would heal any real man and instantly make him feel better. That's healing bro... instant healing."

Raphael cracks up, holding his stomach as he tries to catch his breath. "You are so fucking vain and it baffles me everytime. Seriously, ass and boobs don't matter. What matters most is the heart. You need a woman that would love you through thick and thin. A woman who would always love you no matter what. As an Alpha of the strongest Pack, you need a strong woman who would fight and stand by your side. You know we always have enemies. You need a warrior, a woman with a strong loving heart."

I stare at Raphael blankly for a few seconds when he's done with his meaninglessly unnecessary speech. He must have thought I got touched by his speech because he smiles like a father that just successfully talked sense into his teenage daughter.

Leaning closer to Raphael, I gesture for him to listen clearly. "One question. Just one question."

Raphael nods, wrinkle lines forming on his forehead in confusion as he signals me to go on.

"Can the heart shake?" I ask with a straight face.

If Raphael was confused before, then he is in the dark now. "I don't understand." He states, a deeper frown appearing on his face.

"The way asses shake when you spank it. The way boobs shake when it's wiggled. Can a heart shake the same way."

Raphael rolls his eyes when he answers, already knowing where I'm heading. "No, I don't think so."

"In that case, it is settled. Boobs and asses are the goat. A good heart is just a bonus."

I laugh at the expression on Raphael's face. He looked at me the same way an artist looks at a damaged piece of art before throwing in the thrash.

"So, who's the unlucky girl?"

I peer at Raphael from the stack of pack papers I am trying to go through."Huh?" I replied cluelessly.

"Your unlucky new mistress. Who is she? Someone new? Someone old? Someone I know? Someone I don't."

I place my elbow on my table and my palm on my cheeks as I smile mischievously. "Do you mean who they are? It was a threesome, bro."

Raphael stares at me in slight confusion before his brain clicks. "You had a threesome? With two girls?"

I roll my eyes at the stupid question. "Nope, I had a threesome with a girl and four horses."

He ignores my sarcastic reply, giving me a disapproving look. "Come on man. Can't you keep it in your pants for once? You will find your mate one day and she won't be happy when all your past flings start interrupting your bound. I'm sure she wouldn't be thrilled to hear about all this shit too."

Something in the way he spoke and the disappointed look on his face creates some kind of weird emotions in me.

The kind of emotions a man shouldn't be having and it makes me want to punch Raphael so bad. "When I find her, then that would be our problem. Try minding your fucking business." I hissed.

My harsh response doesn't faze Raphael. If anything, it makes him more determined to talk some sense into my head. "It has always been and would always be an honourable thing to wait for your mate. I'm sure she's keeping herself for you too. Imagine the heartbreak and disappointment she'll feel when she finds out that you've slept with almost all the young ladies in our Pack and their neighbouring Packs."

Desperate to change the topic and turn the tides in my favour, I bring up a topic any other man would be embarrassed to talk about. "Don't tell me you're still a virgin, Raphael boy?"

Like the strange man he is, Raphael doesn't feel an ounce of embarrassment. He rests on the chair, raising his eyebrow in a challenging manner. "Yes, I am still a virgin. Have a problem with that?"

I've got to give it to Raph, he's really one of the strongest men I know. Not only does he ever get pressured into doing what he's not ready to do, he also doesn't give two shits about people's opinions.

I can't count the number of times I had tried to pressure him into losing his virginity but he always stood his ground.

"It is embarrassing, Raph. I feel embarrassed for you. You ain't a real man yet."

Once again, my attempts are unfruitful. "Me being a man doesn't mean I have to sleep around like a professional sex worker. If there's anyone that should be embarrassed, it should be you. A real man should be able to control his sexual urges. You lack self control and it might be your doom."

Raphael's words hang in the air, creating a tense atmosphere. A part of me knows he's making a point but I would rather cut my dick off than admit it.

"Alpha Chris's twins. I fucked Alpha Chris's twins." I say, desperate for a change of topic.

Raphael's eyes widen so much that I'm almost scared it'll fall out of its sockets. "Are you crazy? Why would you do that? He's going to fucking kill you. Why the hell did you go for a suicide mission like that?"