Young Alpha This is How I Met Your Mom

Chapter 1

King Alfred III's POV

"Majesty, you have only two daughters. Your mate has been gone 15 years. I think it is time you found a new, young mate to give you sons," my Beta, Theodore, offers.

Long ago, mates were fated. But we, werewolves, mistreated the gift. High born Alphas rejected low born gems. Classism took over and the goddess withdrew her favor.

I look around the dimly lit room. A room so dim only I can make out their faces. I am the Werewolf King, my power out ranks the seven wolves in this den.

I wanted this room to be intimidating. Stone walls, the sounds of dipping water, a humid heavy scent. And the lights, they look like torches but are really LED. I insist any who enter wear warrior armor. If anyone looked in it would appear we are Cosplaying Medieval Times. But is really 2045 and I am just sick of six of these men. Making their lives more difficult is my greatest pleasure.

I tolerate my Beta best. He at least makes me laugh often. Right now he is all business but I can see the smirk on his face. He knows what I am about to say, I think he wants popcorn for what the Elders are about to do.

"My daughters are 25 years old. We will hold a Mate Ball. Invite all the unmated Alphas close to their age. Five years on either side. Let them chose a mate. The first daughter to give me a grandson will be Queen, her Alpha will be King, and their son will be my heir."

I make the declaration firmly and everyone whispers until I slam my fist on the stone table making all of them jump. Old fools that they are.

"Yes Majesty," The six answer.

Theodore pouts not getting his show.

"Dismissed all of you," I stand and they hurry out. Theodore and I start the short walk back to my office, shedding our armor as we walk. Omega hurry behind us to pick it up. I will reward them all with a cash bonus tonight at dinner.

"Majesty, are you sure you want your daughters to have so much power over the world of werewolves. Rachel might chose someone strong but Renee. She will be charmed by a pretty face and who knows what will happen then," Theodore says as we walk.

"All of your daughters have mates. Who do you purpose to marry me?" I ask, only half joking.

"Fred, I am insulted, but since you asked," He smiles as he closes my office door and sits provocatively on my desk. "Marry me. Let's see if we can have a son together."

"Do you have internal parts I am unaware of?" I ask, looking at him trying to look sexy.

He is a 40 year old man who in his prime was hot as hell, now has the start of a Dad Bod. Thankfully he has his pick of Sons in law to replace him when the years catch up to him.

"No, and Carolyn would kill us both," we start laughing again.

"Oh, what a fight that would be. Carolyn walks in on us. You on all fours, me behind you, in and out. Who do you think she punches first?" I ask, still chuckling.

"Frist of all, it will be you on all fours," Theodore jokes and I laugh out loud.

"You forget I am the King of Werewolves. You take, I give," I sit up straighter, making him laugh.

"What are you two boys laughing at?" Carolyn, Theodore's mate, walks in without knocking.

"Darling, tell us," Theodore asks through his laughing. "If you walked in on us in bed, who gets the first punch?"

Carolyn doesn't hesitate. "Are you there willingly or unwillingly?"

"Willingly," I say. "He just proposed to me."

Carolyn sighs and shakes her head. "My Darling Mate, you would get the first punch in the face. And I would hope to catch you both at the moment of climax so as to ruin that sensation for you both, forever."

Now all three of us are laughing.

"How could you possibly cheat on a woman like that?" I ask my Beta through my laughter.

"I heard your degree," Carolyn says, making us stop laughing. "Are you sure you want to put Renee through this? Rachel fine, but Renee? She is so young, innocent, even at 25. Rachel is more than capable. Let Rachel bare the burden. Name Rachel heir and whoever mates with her becomes the King Consort. The world will be fine."

I shake my head. "I was given twins with different strengths. I believe in them both. I won't sacrifice one for the other."

"Plus, think of how much fun they will have in the baby race," Theodore chuckles again.

"Has Renee even had sex yet?" Carolyn looks concerned. "Rachel is well experienced...."

"Don't," I cut her off. "Knowing your daughters are having sex is very different than KNOWING they are."

Carolyn rolls her eyes. "Rachel has a warrior in her room right now. I don't think they are playing Canasta."

"Does anyone play Canasta anymore?" Theodore asks her.

"You will be playing Canasta alone if you don't get serious real fast," Carolyn snaps.

"Hey, I was serious through the whole meeting with the councilors. I have earned the right to be silly."

I chuckle at my best friend.

I know my daughters. Renee is at the Pup Daycare teaching four year olds their numbers and letters. She has spent maybe a third of her allowance. The rest she gave to the widow and orphan fund of a small pack under a fake name. She is gentle kind and sweet.

On the other side is her twin sister, Rachel. I don't need a trick to tell them apart. They are fraternal. Rachel is likely entertaining a warrior, possibly her second of the day. I assigned all females to her once and she refused to talk to me until she got her old favorites back.

What I also know is both my daughters have intelligence beyond what most wolves see. I have no fear laying this into their hands. Both will choose good Alphas.

When I call my girls to tell them about this Renee, of course, appears within minutes.

"Hello, Father," Renee's sweet light voice flutters in with grace. "I heard the decree. Why do you want me to marry some Alpha and move away? Who will take care of you in your last years?"

"Servants," I answer and shake my head. "You should not be a nun to take care of your father. You need to live your life."

"I can live my life and take care of you too," she smiles at me. The same smile as her mother.

Renee is my small framed one. She might be 5 foot 6. Her long brown hair is pulled into a messy bun and she is in a gray and white sweatsuit that she works in. She looks comfortable but I notice she has food or spit up on her.

Rachel walks in wearing a dress that looks painted onto her curves. Her hair is light brown and curled, she is clearly wearing make-up. She is wearing heels that look like 6 inch toothpicks. Her mother would not approve.

"Rachel," I state with a huff. "You look like a street walker."

"Daddy, don't be ridiculous. This is couture. No way a street walker could afford it," Rachel's laugh gets on my nerves.

"You both have heard the degree?" They nod at me. "Carolyn will be approving your dresses for the Mating Ball. So be good."

Renee sighs and Rachel laughs.

"Daddy, who all are inviting?" Rachel asks, trying to sound innocent and sweet.

I roll my eyes. "Every unmated Alpha between the ages of 20 and 30."

Rachel scoffs. "Why not 25 to 35?"

I look at Renee. She might fare better with a younger Alpha. Someone who can learn to be gentle.

Rachel saw where I was looking and giggled. "Oh, of course, that makes sense."

She turns and walks away. Renee meets my eyes.

"I can handle it, Dad. I can handle being an Alpha's wife," she squares her shoulders. "I just want to be loved. That's it. Just loved."

I nod and she leaves too.

I look again at the picture of their mother. Just loved.

Chapter 2

Renee's POV

"Carolyn, I have tits I want to show them off," Rachel screams and stomps her foot.

"Yes, we all know you have tits. We can see them just fine in this dress," Carolyn holds up a scarlet dress with a straight neckline.

"I look like a nun," Rachel snarls. "I want a sweetheart neckline that contours my body to my hips then flairs out."

Carolyn rolls her eyes. "No. You will wear this one and like it."

"Why do you insist on hiding my body? The goddess made a work of art, we should show off her efforts."

I giggle at that one as the hair stylist finishes. "I mean she is not wrong."

Carolyn gives me a hard look and I giggle again. "No comments from the peanut gallery."

"We have done this before," I start laughing.

"Prom," Carolyn and Rachel answer together.

I laugh as I remember, they have always done this. Carolyn and Rachel fight like mother and daughter, but deep down we all know Carolyn would take a bullet for either of us.

My wolf is laughing too. Ever heard a wolf laugh, it's raspy and heavy.

Ro- Rachel and Carolyn are so funny. Carolyn is going to whine until she get her way. A 90 minute wolf run says Rachel is going to cut that neckline before you all walk in.

Me- What do I get if I win?

Ro- You don't have to shift.

I take in a deep breath. Shifting has never been easy for me. Ro is huge, larger than most female wolves. Transitioning to such a large creature when I myself am not that large has always been painful.

"Are you listening to me at all?" Rachel shakes her hand in front of my face.

"Nope," I answer honestly.

"You and Ro," Rachel rolls her eyes. "Do you think the Alpha from New York Enzo will be here?"

I close my eyes to remember the guest list. His name was there.

"Yes, he is seated at table 3 with Pascal and Martinez," I say with a smile.

"Can you not go after him? Enzo is the one I want," Rachel looks sad to even ask. "I feel something pulling me to him. Like if I don't have him soon, I'll just die. He was amazing the night we spent together when I was 20. I don't know why I didn't just chose him then."

"I do not want to live in a city!" I declare with a laugh. "I want someone from a country pack."

Rachel throws her arms around me. "Thank you!"

"It's time," Carolyn tells us and walks us out to the door.

"Carolyn, you can go ahead," Rachel smiles.

"No way in hell. I'm standing right here and walking in behind you. You are not cutting that dress!" Carolyn stares into Rachel's eyes.

I can't help but laugh. Rachel huffs and the doors open. Daddy has really gone all out. The hall is lit by soft lights from above and candles below. Every suitor is standing creating a gullet for us to walk down.

Rachel and I both grab for the other's hand. We walk down the line. Rachel looks, her gaze on the dark, brooding Alpha Enzo. I look around.

I see a younger man, likely got here by the skin of his teeth watching me closely. I smile and nod at him, he blushes making me giggle. Then my heart skips a beat. Brown suit, cow boy hat, and cowboy boots. I know him.

Alpha Tristian Calloway, Big Sky Pack in Montana. Almost 40,000 acres of land in both the US and Canada. Over 3000 pack members. Cattle rancher, farmer, owns four retreats for the rich and famous. And his baby blue eyes are staring right at me.

"Welcome to the Royal Mating Ball," Daddy announces and everyone turns to look at him, except Tristan.

Tristan is still staring right at me. I lower my eyes, but notice his smile.

"The Royal Pack is pleased you all could be here. We invite you all to meet my daughters and eat. The girls will join each table together for introductions. You can ask them to dance after dinner."

Thanks Daddy!

Ro- Speed Dating at a Royal Ball. So dignified! Just go to Tristian's Table or that young Alpha. He had kind eyes. You should talk to him. He makes me feel things.

I giggle.

"Seriously you and Ro talk to each other too much," Rachel rebukes me as she drags me toward table 3.

"We are supposed to start at one," I remind her and drag her over. "Stop acting like you are in heat! Make him watch you."

Rachel's smile brightens. "Yes, so smart. I love you!"

As we sit at table one I can't but notice Alpha Tristian staring at me from Table 4. Rachel notices too.

She giggles behind her hand as we try to be polite to the Alphas in front of us. We work tables 1 and 2. Rachel's pulse starts racing when we sit down at table 3.

"Alpha Enzo," Rachel lowers her eyes and I almost burst out laughing.

Ro- That younger Alpha is staring at us again. Table 6.

Me- I've seen him. He is kinda cute.

Ro- Alpha Tristian is getting impatient. But the younger one is being polite and talking to everyone. Why do I like him so much?

"Excuse me, Alphas," I stand up and nod to the other two Alphas.

Anyone can see Alpha Enzo has won Rachel. I stop at the other tables and smile to everyone. I thank everyone for coming.

The young Alpha at Table 6 stands when I approach.

"Alpha Dexter Bryant, Hunter's Moon," The young Alpha holds out his hand.

"Renee," I smile and shake his hand. I turn to the other Alphas at the table. "Thank you all for coming today. My sister and I have made our choices. Please enjoy the food and music. Several she-wolves are here as well. My you all find your mates."

I smile and talk straight to Tristan.

Ro-When he touched us...Dexter. I will remember him.

Me-Tristian Calloway.

Ro-Yeah, more our age. Tristian.

"I was wondering when you were going to finally acknowledge it," Tristan pulls me close. "It's you and me forever."

He seals it with a kiss.

Chapter 3

Rachel's POV

Enzo doesn't wait until we make to my bedroom.

"We will conceive tonight, have a son and be crowned within the year. No male in my family has had a girl in 50 generations," he explains as he fingers me in the hallway.

"Take me now. I will be the perfect Queen."

His kiss is sizzling as he grabs me and presses into me. He marks me at our climax.

When he pulls out, he pulls me to my bedroom. That night I am pleased beyond my dreams.

Alpha Enzo is everything I could ever want in a husband. I will be the next Queen for sure.

The next morning is our official wedding. Daddy meets me and Renee in our dressing room.

"How much trouble did my Rachel give you about a modest wedding dress?" Daddy asks Carolyn.

"None," Renee answers, walking out smiling. Although she is walking a little funny. "They actually didn't fight at all."

Carolyn and I hug, making Daddy laugh.

"My girls made excellent choices last night. And I see you are both marked," Daddy looks at Renee.

"I'm okay. He was gentle and kind."

I smile. "Enzo is not either of those things."

Renee and I giggle as our father makes a silly face.

"Okay, girls, let's get this show on the road," Daddy holds out his arms. I take the left, Renee the right.

Daddy leads us back to the hall. As we walk, I see Renee lower her eyes when a young Alpha stares at her.

I mindlink her through our twin bond.

Me- Who is that?

Renee- A young Alpha who has a serious crush on me.

Me- Girl, he has it bad. Are you sure you made the right choice?

Renee- The way Tristan made my first time perfect. He was so gentle, like I matter more than the result. I made the right choice.

Her words hit me like a brick. Enzo mentioned 'putting a son in me' over 20 times last night. I look up at the altar. Tristian is almost itching to get to Renee. Enzo is looking at me like I am prey.

As we get closer, Tristian walks toward us. Enzo sees him and does the same. Daddy chuckles and hands us off to our husbands.

Renee giggles at something Tristian says. Enzo says nothing.

After the vows, the Elder announces, "You may kiss your bride."

Tristian gently cups Renee's faces and whispers to her before kissing her. Enzo grabs the back of my head and forces our lips together.

"We are leaving for New York now. I have too many things going on to linger," Enzo informs Daddy after we cut the cake.

"I understand, Alpha. Remember, your promise to treat my daughter with love," Daddy's Royal Command is strong and Enzo lowers his head in respect.

"My King, she is my greatest jewel. I will keep her safe and happy," Enzo whisks me away.

My next twelve years are brutal. Each year I get pregnant. Each year I give him a girl. He tosses them to a wet nurse and refuses to acknowledge them. Each labor is brutal. I take longer to recover each time.

Finally, in year thirteen, the ultrasound shows it's a boy!

"Enzo," I tell him weakly. "Your boy is coming. Please let this be our last child."

The sting of his back hand is sharp.

"After twelve girls you think one boy is enough? You will deliver this boy and then you will give me one more boy. Then you can stop," Enzo slaps me again to accent his point.

My daughters all look hollow and weak. They should be the Alpha's Daughters, Princesses of the Pack. But they are treated worse than me. I am kept from them. I see them working in the hallways. Even my 3 year old has cleaning duties. My eldest has hard eyes like her father. I see her plotting, but I do nothing to stop her.

I deliver my son, Giuseppe, on August ninth, thirteen years to the day after we met.

Enzo is so overjoyed, he declares I may have a year of rest. It will take that long to organize a proper coronation for he and I to take over for my father.

"Can the girls now be recognized?" I ask, hoping his good mood will extend something to them.

Enzo laughs. "What girls?"

He is looking into Giuseppe's basket and smiling.

"Our twelve daughters. One will turn fourteen soon. And the youngest girl is almost one," I look at him, hoping he will think of them now.

"No one in the pack knows about girls. All our children before our son, died at birth. Do you understand?" Enzo's eyes are cold and cruel. He looks at me only to make sure I understand. "That weak Alpha Tristian may delight in girls. The way he pampers them is disgusting. Three useless girls and he acts like they are the most precious creatures on earth. I have the son. The heir is mine, the crown, the throne, the kingdom. All will be mine and then my son's. My bloodline will rule for centuries. There will never be a female in my bloodline to taint it's purity."

I look to the door my eldest daughter hears every word from his lips. I can see my youngest daughter peek in, but the eldest pulls her back.

I failed my daughters. I can't save them.