Chapter 4

Jordan POV

Sitting in my Dad's office listening to him drone on about how it is up to us to save the fate of our pack.

My brothers and I have heard this speech all our lives. 'How they were never blessed to have any more pups, and the curse would remain in place unless we find our fated mates and produce an heir, blah, blah, blah!'

Dad is annoyed at our lack of enthusiasm but I don't know what he wants from us.

"Are you three listening to me?" Dad shouts. "This is serious. If an heir is not produced by one of you, our bloodline ends with three of you. It doesn't seem like any of you are actively looking for your mates, and we have introduced you to a plethora of she-wolves, who would make a great Luna." Dad finishes.

I understand that it is important for us to find our fated mates, but it just hasn't happened for any of us.

We turned 24 three weeks ago, and Mom and Dad went all out, inviting every single and capable she-wolf from every pack that surrounds us, but none of us found our mate.

Jase, Jared, and I were excited and nervous, when we turned 18 and could finally receive our wolf, and possibly our mates. However, we weren't lucky enough to find our mates.

The birthdays kept passing, and still none of us have found our fated mates, but we also know there is a possibility that we may share a mate.

It is not uncommon for multiples to share a mate. Our parents instilled that in us, as we were coming up.

They never wanted a mate to come between us, especially with this fucking curse hanging over our heads.

Jase has given up on the idea of a mate. After six years of disappointment, he decided to enjoy the playboy life.

I don't think there is a single she-wolf in a 50 mile radius that he hasn't stuck his dick in.

Jared on the other hand, has been seeing one of our warriors, Yvette, for the past year and a half. However, he refuses to call her his girlfriend.

Unlike my brothers, I don't have the freedom to fuck or date who I want. I'm the responsible triplet, apparently.

I was the first born, and though we are triplets, my parents have always expected me to set the standard.

We will all hold the alpha title, but my parents and my brothers treat me like it will solely be my title.

I am always the responsible one, the reasonable one, the dependable one, and to be honest, it's fucking exhausting.

"Dad, what else would you like for us to do? We have gone to every ball, luncheon, dinner, and blind date that you and mom have arranged for us. None of us have found anybody we feel would be right as Luna to our pack.

We know we have the curse hanging over our heads. How could we fucking forget, but we won't be forced into taking chosen mates, when our fated mates our still out there!

What if we take chosen mates, and the curse is not broken, then what? Our bloodline still ends with us! And you know what could happen if we try to mate with anyone that isn't our fated mate, we are condemning them to death." I shout, exasperated.

My brothers haven't said anything yet, which is usual. They let me fight the battles with our parents, only chiming in when need be.

Jared has his arms crossed across his chest with a look of irritation on his face, and of course, Jase looks bored. He probably has pussy on his mind, as usual.

Our father is standing up behind his giant wooden desk, with his palms flat on the surface, and glaring back at me.

He takes a few calming breaths. "Let me make myself clear. I will not be stepping down and passing over anything, if you three don't show any progress on choosing a mate. Jared, if you are going to continue to see Yvette, then mark her dammit. Jase, stop fucking the entire she-wolf population!" Dad says pointing his finger at Jase.

He turns his attention back to me, and I am prepared to match his energy, but he surprises me.

His expression changes, and I notice the grey hair that is starting to pepper his temples. I know he is ready to hand the pack over and enjoy life with mom, but he is too obsessed with ending this curse.

When Dad speaks, his tone is softer. "Listen Jordan, I know you want to wait for your fated mate, but it's been far too long. We have to try something, son." He pleads.

I don't know what else to say. We had this conversation, and I want to end this fucking curse, but I am not willing to potentially kill anyone to try and break it.

"It's my night to oversee patrol." I say, turning to walk out of my father's office. "You know how low the chances are of finding your mate. The witch said only by chance would you come to find your mate. It's been six years, son." My father tries to reason, but I don't stop.

I stomp out of my father's office, more pissed off than when I first went in.

I am trying to get my mind off of the conversation I just had with my father, when I feel someone pushing through my mindlink. 'Alpha,' one of the warriors calls.

'Yeah,' I answer in a clipped tone. 'We have a problem at the western border.' He reports. 'Rogues?' I ask him. 'Not quite,' He responds. 'I'll be there in a moment!' I answer.

I don't bother alerting my father and brothers about the situation, just yet. I need to assess the situation first.

I run out of one the side doors and let my wolf, Shadow take control.

I am the biggest wolf out of my brothers, naturally being the first one born. We are all black massive wolves, with a white patch in different areas on our bodies. My patch is on my head, in between my eyes.

Shadow is an intimidating sight to see and incredibly agile for his size. He is running gracefully through the trees, making his way to the western border.

'If it's not rogues, what else, or who else could possibly be trying to breach the western border?' I think to myself and Shadow.

'I have no idea, but if it's a threat, we will deal with it.' Shadow responds.

As we near the western border, Shadow relinquishes control, so I can throw some shorts on. While walking over to one of the hollowed out trees we store clothes in, I hear shouting.

I hurry up and throw the shorts on. I run over to where the voices are coming from, and I am hit with the most delicious scent ever. It smells like a creamsicle, citrus and vanilla combined to make an enticingly delicious scent.

I take in the scene before me, my warriors are arguing with some assholes, while there is a figure laid on the ground.

I can't make out what it is, until Shadow yells, 'MATE!!'