Max Ralston

Max Ralston is an alpha. He's twenty eight. A calm and collective man who could generously give a helping hand. At his darkest, jealousy and possessiveness takes over until he has what is his.

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“That’s a terrible idea.” Warren said, without missing a beat, but his expression never shifted. He pulled his weight for the Bidones. Things had been exceptionally difficult following his father’s death, and Ren hadn’t even been in the country for the immediate aftermath. Patching up what he could was the least he could do in the face of his mother’s generosity. “But you can give me a run down of human activity over the last six months.”

“There were suspicious people. Call them mundane, but they owned guns,” he said, retorted. “I’d sniff out what I can, but things are going pretty well so far. I’m content with this peaceful atmosphere,” he said.

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Malia shivered as his thumb brushed over her mark, her eyelids fluttering closed as she bit her bottom lip, a pleasurable sensation running through her. She let out a low growl, her eyes opening in a glare. “Not fair.” She complained. He knew exactly what he was doing, and he knew that she had no way to reciprocate the torture here, in a public space. “And to think I was just nice and took away your headache.” She grumbled, pouting slightly. “Maybe we should leave.” She suggested, shifting in her seat a little bit.

Max’s head tilted back in awe at the reaction he gotten from this woman. He bare part of his front teeth, almost sneering. “It’s fair play. Toying with you that is,” he replied. “Thank you for fulfilling your duty as an Omega. Just kidding, but you diid break my hand,” he said, laughing. The shifty movements. He knew that look from anywhere, poutful and shifty. He resumed to wrap his hand around her neck whilst he stood up and lead her off of her stool. He rubbed her mark again then proceeded to put his hand on her lower back to be a gentleman.

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She hummed into his kiss pleasantly, not deepening it, just enjoying the moment, letting herself relax into his embrace. When they parted, she shrugged slightly. “They sounded fairly legit, and I’m meeting them at a club, so it’s a public place. If it would make you feel better, you’re welcome to come and watch, keep an eye on me.” She offered, not wanting this to be a problem. She knew already that he was extremely tolerant to even let her conduct her pole dancing lessons after the bonding, so she wanted to make sure he was completely comfortable with everything about her job, and she tried to be as open and upfront about all her clients and appointments as well. “Might be fun. After the appointment we could stay out for a little while, if you wanted.”

As an alpha he felt responsible to watch over her. The suggestion was simply something that was thought out loud. He did expected it though. “I’m planning on watchin over you and if I see dancing even sexually,” he said. “There are more than one benefit from keeping your ass off of a possible wolf’s bane carrier,” he said. He used his thumb which meant his hands were still holding her neck and ran it softly over her mark’s spot, a known weak spot for her. “I wouldn’t let any hunter lay a hand on you”

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Malia frowned, leaning forward and cupping his jaw in her hand, smoothing her thumb over his cheek, her eyes fluttering closed as she searched for pain and found a tension headache, permeate through his temples and down the back of his head. She focused for a moment and drew the pain away, wincing as she felt it flow through her own head briefly before disappearing. She opened her eyes and frowned. “You’re stressed.” She stated, her brow furrowing as she leaned closer and nuzzled his neck gently, placing a kiss to his jaw. “Do you want to go home? We can relax a bit and go to bed?” She murmured, wrapping her arms around his middle, offering what physical comfort she could, shifting so she freed his hand from between her legs and draped her legs across his lap, knowing the closer she was, the more calm he’d feel. “I’m not sure. I didn’t recognize the name on the phone. But they just wanted a basic session. I’ll teach them a simple routine to a cliche song like Pony, and hopefully be in and out of there. I don’t think it’ll take the full 2 hours, but I book in 2 hour blocks.” She shrugged, slipping one hand under his shirt, rubbing the skin of his side gently. “I don’t have any sessions or classes on Saturday, though.”

He didn’t dismiss his own pain from his hand which he wanted to ignore, but enjoyed the counter reaction from her comfort. Her efforts weren’t empty, the pain went away like a drainage. “I’d be careful about that client. They might be hunters in disguise. You never know,” he said. Being too careless while they were out pretending to be human was dangerous. He didn’t want to lose one of his own. “And Saturday sounds great,” he said. He used both of his hand and grabbed the sides of her neck and kissed her mouth with a delicate innocent, closed mouth kiss. 

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“They gonna crawl up my ass while they’re face deep in my shit, too?” Ren asked, meeting the other alpha’s stare with a quirked brow, and less annoyance than the situation might have warranted. It was a thankless job, and everyone who did patrols knew it, but someone had to.

Max shook his head. “You seem stressed out. Why don’t you take a breather? Would it be too irresponsible to have one of your pack take over for a shift?”

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She rolled her eyes. “I doubt old people could keep up with us…” She grinned looking over to the bartender and signaling for another round, her buzz losing some of its edge. “What’s that sigh for?” She asked, her hand absently trailing up and down his arm. It was almost a subconscious act, the physical contact just something she was so accustomed to by now. “Would you rather do something else?” She cleared her throat as she remembered something. “Oh. I booked a private session on Friday. It’s a bachelorette party, so it’s late. From 11-1. So I’ll be home late that day.” 

“Just breathing out like that makes it sound like a sigh. I’m a bit worn out,” he lied. Day dreaming while he stared at his bonded person was natural. Didn’t take him long to snap out of it. He was fine with her schedule as long as he was awake for her to greet him. “Might be asleep by then, to be honest,” he told her. “Whose party is it?”

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She tossed him a playful glare. “Hey! You calling me weak?” she squeezed her thighs together with a little extra strength to prove him wrong. “My thigh gap could kill a man if his neck got caught in here.” She smirked and tilted her head to the side. “I think we could make a day of it though. Go for a hike, take lunch, find a waterfall or a lake or a meadow or something. That’s romantic, right?” She joked. After a year together, they were much more casual about formal dates, much to Malia’s appreciation. “I could wear those bike shorts you like so much…”

Max cocked his head at her interesting reaction. His hand was nearly cracked in the back of his palm. Two fingers became departed. Within a few seconds of it happening, it healed on it’s own and kept departed with her thigh hurting him. He enjoyed his hand’s torture. It was tragically a thrill, a simple one that had his hand very close to her and better yet inside her. “It’s extremely romantic. Sounds like something an old couple would do, but here it’s a common date,” he said. “A waterfall is cool down, too,” he complimented. Then Max stared hard and sighed at Malia’s face.

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She nodded, taking her shot and humming as it went down smoother than the last, leaning into Max a little more. “Nothing much. I’ve been antsy… It’s like I want to go DO something, but I dunno what.” She shrugged, crossing her legs, the top one going over the hand he had on her thigh. Hmm, warm. She thought, the comfort and safety of having her Alpha so close rolling over her in waves. “We should go for a hike, or something. I’m in the mood to like.. run off steam or something. Like I have pent up energy.”

As naturally warm creatures, Max felt his hand become nuzzled by her thin thighs. So thin and yet, firm. He didn’t give the suggestion a second thought. “Wonderful, I’d love to see you on all fours again. In the woods, we could, but during the day? Hmm,” he said, squeezing what his hands on the thick parts of her thigh. “That would eradicate and expose us to the hunters. I’m joking of course. You may have a thigh gap, but I can hardly see your abs. And I could feel your leg bone,” he added, after some given thought that took seconds. Also a pressing grip to her thigh with his round hand.

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She nodded, turning on her stool so her thigh was barely touching his. She wasn’t sure what it was, probably something to do with the bond, but physical contact was a calming thing, and he seemed irritated and she wanted to quiet a little of that. “What’s wrong, Grumpy?” She asked conversationally as the bartender set down two more shots of bourbon in front of her. She slid one over to her Alpha. 

He reached over to the bourbon and gripped it slightly with a light touch, carefully not to break the glass by mere strength. His frown formed in between his brows as he gave her this look. “Grumpy?” he repeated. Then took a long sip. “I’m just lost in thought, that’s all,” he said. “You shouldn’t have to worry about it thing,” he softly ran his hand over her thigh. “What’s going on with you, today?” he asked.

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maliajarach:

The brunette set the shot glass down on the bar in front of her, hissing as the alcohol burned her throat. “I’ll take two more.” She turned to look at the person sitting next to her. “You want one?”

Feeling a bit peckish was a reoccurring feeling. He felt like this after he saw Malia taking a sip of what looked like alcohol from her reaction. “I could wet my beak,” he answered.

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scphias:

“Um, you haven’t happened to see a husky puppy anywhere around here, have you? Like, in the last five minutes? Mine, uh, well, she got out, and I lost track of her a couple blocks back. And my dad’s gonna kill me if I lose her.”

“I have a hard time believing this was a puppy,” he said, then glared. He glared while his one nostril flared and he sniffed in deeply for the aroma of a dog. Just precisely enough power to catch the scent of every werewolf, instead, around them.

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“Oh no, it’s nothing. I’ve just been distracted lately, having this weird feeling but it’s probably nothing, just me being weird.”

“If that’s really all, then..I’ll leave you to your business.”

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“Oh sorry, I must’ve misheard then. Or maybe it was someone else.”

“Is something the matter?”

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“More patrols? You’ve got to be kidding me.” Ren protested with a lot less vehemence than he intended. At this point, it felt like he was just complaining for the sake of moving his jaw. Ever since he’d returned to The Mond, he’d been nothing but a good little worker bee. Call it clearing his dues.

“You do know we haven’t gotten an attack in over a year, right?”

“Its a bottom-pit job. Though if you don’t take your role seriously, the attackers could see it, feel it right through you,” he said, eyeing the guy. 

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“Sorry, I was distracted. Did you say something?”

“You didn’t hear me say something’.”