Being an alpha was supposed to be like winning the jackpot in the lottery. You were stronger, faster, but no one told you that you could be too much of that.

When Titus found out he was a prime alpha people started to treat him differently. They acted like he was a feral animal. He wasn’t even much different than a regular alpha—just stronger, faster, and he had more intense ruts. But it was enough for some people.

Titus paced the length of the kitchen in the like a caged animal, and maybe he was. He certainly felt like it. The greasy little diner had been slow today. God he was so bored. With a huff he snatched up his pack of smokes and stalked outside. The moment he stepped into the crisp air he was smacked with a perfect scent- his fated mate.