Dead Luna
Chapter 23

Alpha Zachary's POV

I can certainly see Amelia's appeal. She is tall, strong, attractive, and seems to be good hearted. Plus she is apparently blessed by the moon goddess, so that makes Amelia special, and a rarity. And then she is wanted by several other alphas, so that makes me want her even more! Winning this "competition" as I see it, is important to my image.

The downside is that I am young, and still very interested in playing the field. Why settle down with one she wolf for the rest of my life, when there were so many beauties out there wanting to warm my bed? So while I really do want Amelia, I didn't want her enough to avoid stepping out for a little horizontal action with Miranda and Grace while I had Dillon and Devon showing Amelia around the pack. And then I went back for round two after lunch while mother kept Amelia busy with a makeover.

The makeover gives Amelia just that bit of polishing she needs to look the part of the perfect Luna. Before, she had that girl next door vibe going on. Now shes still all that, but with a mature edge about her. Her hair is sleeker, her makeup is understated, while her clothing and accessories says "I've got my s**t together". She would definitely be excellent eye candy to show off to other Alphas, and someone my pack members can look to for guidance on things while I continue my little side "hobbies".

As we eat dinner that evening, I'm thinking about how I'd like to take her back to my room and f**k her until she screams my name over and over. But apparently this week is supposed to be about getting to know each other, not f*****g our brains out. What a shame, I think, as well as a waste of time.

So I tell her a bit about my pack members, how we make money, what sort of schedule we have for training and a few other trivial matters.

"What can you tell me about yourself?" Amelia asks at one point. "What sort of Alpha are you?" What do you think makes you a good leader to this pack?"

"Umm," I stammer, trying to think quickly on the spot. "It's strange, I guess I've never really thought much about it. But I'd like to think I'm a fair leader. That I inspire respect. But I believe most of all that I am good at delegating certain tasks within the pack to those people who I feel are better qualified for the job at hand. Like my father for example, he still has quite a strong role in the pack, as I continue to grow and learn from his examples and experiences."

Yeah, it was a load of waffle. And she probably knew it. But none of it is a lie, either. I know dad wishes I'd grow the hell up and act responsibly. But I've got the rest of my life to turn into a stodgy respectable Alpha like him. And besides, from the stories I've heard, he was a bit of a horn dog in his youth as well. Plus I've heard a rumor recently that he has a mistress. So he can kiss my hairy a*s for all I care.

"And what qualities are you wanting in your future Luna?" Amelia further probes. This takes me back a bit, and apparently she notices because she further explains things. "In case I choose a different Alpha besides yourself, I need to know what your requirements are since moon goddess wants as many wolves paired off as possible. I will need to replace someone else for you."

I hadn't considered that. If all the single she wolves are suddenly replaceing their mates, there won't be many left to play around with. Not until some younger she wolves mature, and quite a few of them tend to replace their mate as soon as they sniff them out on their 18th birthday.

"Hmm. That's tough." I say after much thought. "I guess I always assumed that Moon Goddess would give me someone who is supposed to be perfect for me, and I wouldn't be given much choice in the matter."

"But I guess what I need is someone the pack can look up to for guidance and can depend on. Someone who doesn't nag, and isn't jealous of my past girlfriends. Not clingy. Good looking, of course, but I'm not picky. And someone who would be a good mother to our pups.

"How many pups?" Amelia inquires with interest. I can tell this is a subject near and dear to her heart.

"Oh, just 2 or maybe 3 at the most," I respond. "I'm not really wanting a large family, but I have to do my duty to the pack and provide heirs."

"I see." She says. And unfortunately, I think she does see.