Meine Sache

"Meine Sache" - Broilers

🎵 Meinen Mittelfinger sehen! / Was ich mit mir trage / Kann ich mit Niemandem teilen / Nicht mit dir / Mit Meiner Liebe 🎵

[Dominik POV]

I rode my motorcycle on the Autobahn, pushing well over one-hundred ninety kilometers an hour, weaving past the other vehicles on the road. I knew that Sibylle would kill me if she found out that I'd usually ride without a helmet because it's useless— I'm a fucking werewolf, so what do I have to worry about getting into a crash? I'll just heal, and that's that.

Still, not wanting to piss off my Beta anymore than I do on a regular basis, I wore that stupid helmet as I raced down the road. I'd begrudgingly purchased one of those motorcycle helmets with Bluetooth capability, thinking that it'd be a good idea to handle any sort of Alpha business while out on a ride. Most of the times the other Alphas avoided me, which I liked. I drove on my way to work, my cheeks feeling a painful throb in them as I smiled widely— something I'll admit that I wasn't used to.

"Um, h-hallo, mein Name ist Max," I heard the angelic voice of my sweet, precious mate as he introduced himself to his class. I couldn't help the chuckle that bellowed out of me at the thought of my poor boy trying to speak Deutsch. I love Max to pieces, but he's horrible at Deutsch. "I, uh, soy de Canadá... wait."

Gott sei dank I packed the stuffed wolf with the camera in it into his backpack. So far, that's been the best fifty euro that I've ever spent. Over the past seven years, I've used that camera to keep a watchful eye on my mate while he was back in, *grrr, Canada.

I couldn't fight the snarl that erupted from my chest over how much it had fuckin' hurt to not have had my mate by my side. I'm the only future Alpha in the history of werewolves whose had their mate completely ignore them. And thanks to the stupid territory treaties, I'd been prohibited from stepping foot outside of Europe as a wolf with the Alpha gene without expressed permission from the Alpha of whatever territory I was wanting to enter. For an Alpha to enter another Alpha's territory without permission is viewed as a declaration of war. I was only lucky that most of the Alphas in Western Europe were on friendly terms, and hence we all allowed free travel within our respective territories. Unfortunately, despite allowing some of her pack members to do some favors on my behalf, the Alpha of Vancouver, Canada had kept denying my requests to enter her territory.

All I had wanted was to see Max one more time— to hold him in my arms and tell him that I love him with all of my heart and that I'm so sorry for hurting him all those years ago. Even though it was seven years ago when I'd idiotically pushed him away in a sad attempt to protect my fragile ego, I still can't get the heartbreaking image of the love of my life crying out of my head.

Sometimes I see mein Hase crying in my nightmares, and it makes my own heart ache because I know that it's all my fault. In those bad dreams, I phase into my wolf form and sprint as fast as my four legs will propel me forward so that I can try and comfort Max and dry his tears away; but each and every time, right before I reach him, he vanishes. But I can still hear his sobbing as I frantically search all over for him...

Then I wake up in a cold sweat, and it takes me a few minutes to calm down my inner wolf. I use to only be able to relax by checking the camera in the wolf plush that I'd given Max, and seeing his beautiful face on my phone screen would help ease my racing heart.

But now that he's back, I'm going to show Max that he's my world and that he's made for me.

Already, I've been fortunate enough to have been able to hold him every night since he's come home. All I have to do is wait for him to fall asleep (my baby's a heavy sleeper) and then I crawl under the blanket with him and hold him to me. He must know subconsciously that he's mine because as soon as he's in my arms, his body relaxes and he instinctually uses my chest as a pillow. My inner wolf turns into an excited puppy and I can't help but nuzzle Max and pepper his face with little kisses as I hold him. And I even kiss the mark that I left on his shoulder as a declaration that I have a claim on him.

I can't wait until Max actually kisses me back.

And even more, I really can't wait for Max to call me "Daddy" again.

I know that he'd only called me it sarcastically, but as soon as that word left his full lips, I... I felt something inside of me. The way my precious bunny looked up at me with his emerald eyes, that hot bratty expression on his face as he foolishly believes that I'm not in charge, calling me "Daddy" got me rock hard on the spot; and it took all of my self control to not pounce on him right then and there.

I couldn't bite back the pleasured growl that rumbled out of my chest as I already envisioned Max calling me "Daddy" as I knot him in our bed. I'll be gentle of course, but there's no way my poor boy will be able to walk afterwards for a bit.

It took me a second to realize that I'd been riding my motorcycle with a dazed grin on my face, my tongue even lolling out of my mouth to side like a dog. I straightened up when a driver in a Bug gave me a weirded out look, so I just snarled at her and she quickly looked away.

"What the hell?" I heard Max's voice whisper through the speakers in my helmet. "I barely understood this in English..."

It was hard not to chuckle a little bit, and I made a mental note to help my boy out with his homework tonight. Truth be told, the possessive side of me likes that he has to rely on me to act as his translator here in Deutschland. Given that I'm possessive by nature coupled with the fact that I'm an Alpha werewolf means that my sweet Max will learn that he's all mine soon enough. I'll make sure of it.

In fact, as soon as my father and Paul are out of the house, I have a plan—

A faint electronic rang in my ear, indicating a phone call.

"Antworten," I huffed, already annoyed with whoever had the balls to interrupt my feed of mein Hase. This shit better be important. There was a little beep in my ear, the phone picking up. "Was?"

There was a scoff on the other end, and I almost ended the call. "I'm trying to reach Dominik Stubbe," a voice sighed. This voice belonged to a woman, and it was light and airy, but there was also a heavy tone of irritation in it. Whoever it was spoke in English.

"This is him," I responded in English too, wondering who would be trying to reach me. I slowed my motorcycle down a little bit, moving into the right lane so that I could cruise at a lower speed. "What do you want?"

There was another loud sigh. "This is Emilia," the caller huffed, "Paul's daughter."

I grimaced, having absolutely no desire to talk to that bitch. "What do you want?" I groaned, already clenching my teeth over having to listen to her voice which was like nails on a chalkboard. Sure, she may be my love's sister, but I'm forever grateful that they don't have much in common besides DNA. I could easily imagine her snarky face rolling her eyes. She always thought that she was better than everyone else she passed on the street. Stuck up bitch.

"Look, Dominik, I wouldn't be calling you if it wasn't important, okay?" she huffed, and her voice cracked a little bit in the middle of her sentence.

"Yeah?" I grunted, swerving around a slow Prius that was going well below the speed limit. I made sure to bare my teeth to the driver to emphasize my frustration with their horrible driving.

Emilia took a deep breath on the other line. "I think Maxie might be in trouble," she finally said.

I flinched so hard at her words that my motorcycle wobbled a little bit. I had to steel my nerves and correct my stance so that I wouldn't splatter all over the asphalt, slowing down my speed until I pulled over onto the shoulder.

Hase's in trouble! my inner wolf roared, and I could already feel my clothes grow tighter as I almost phased on the spot. I was already baring my wolf fangs, and I couldn't help but bellow out a low growl.

"What do you mean?" I growled, unable to control my voice. Max was in trouble, and I was seeing red at the idea of anyone being dumb enough to fuck with an Alpha's mate. That was a death wish that I'd be more than happy to grant.

"Look," Emilia pleaded, and I could easily hear the concern in her high-pitched voice (something very uncommon with her), "some strange guy came to my work because he couldn't find him. He seemed eerily insistent that he find him."

"'Insistent' how?" I pressed, noting that my Alpha voice was creeping in, making my voice sound much more deeper and insistent.

"He was different," Emilia said. "I know that doesn't explain a lot, but really, the dude reeked of desperation — more than you do — and he had those lame ass yellow contacts that you wear. Oh, and he had a frickin' bouquet of roses."

"Oh?" I asked, trying not lose my cool over the phone. "And where does he live so I can have a little chat with him?"

"He lives in British Columbia, Dumbass," Emilia snorted. "I know that you'e not allowed here without permission, so go ahead and drop the tough guy façade."

Again, I flinched at the mean girl's words.

How did she know that I wasn't allowed to enter Canada without permission? I mean, as an Alpha, I required said territory's permission to enter his or her territory, otherwise me stepping foot on their land could be viewed as an enormous insult and would likely result in me getting hunted down. And I'd tried to get permission to go to British Columbia time and time again, but each and every time, Alpha Angelique of Vancouver would deny my request. And despite how many times I'd tried to explain to her that my mate lived in Vancouver and that all I'd wanted to do was see him (and try to convince him to come live with me... or steal him), she would refuse.

And I hadn't made things better by threatening to stomp her head in if she ever entered North Rhine-Westphalia. Yeah, I have a bit of temper. Either way, that had gotten me banned from Canada, but whatever. I'm also banned from the Queidersbach's Wasgau for getting caught stealing; I'm banned from Ettelbruck, Luxembourg for beating up the Alpha's son (he'd claimed that mein Hase "wasn't that cute" when he'd seen his school photo that Paul had gotten... and that I'd photocopied, so I'd knocked out most of his teeth with one punch); and I'm also banned from Disneyland Paris because I may have sorta accidentally attacked one of the mascots because my inner wolf mistook them for a chew toy... oops.

"I don't know what you mean," I stammered, trying to play things cool.

"Listen up, Uggo," Emilia spat, "don't you dare try to insult my intelligence. Your dad fuckin' growled at the pizza delivery man when my dad answered the door. I've read Twilight. I know you and Alaric are werewolves."

Damn it, Dad! And also, Twilight? Really?

"Um, I don't know what you mean..." I tried to say, but yeah, it was really obvious. Truth be told, I don't know how my Max didn't know.

"And I've also seen the way you look at Max, which is why I called you."

Again, I couldn't help but try to deflect due to twenty-two years of denying any sort of werewolf correlations. "I, uh, I don't know that you're talking about—"

"Dominik, you may be a lot of things, okay? You may be annoying and an edgelord who comes off as the cringiest incel imaginable. And you may have no fashion sense whatever, and you may never be ever be able to dance well. And none of your jokes land, you smell like you bathe in Axe, your nose is crooked, you have a really big forehead, all of your clothes are dirty, you have no friends, you're irrelevant, your acne is out of control, your voice is grating, I'm pretty sure you have a microdick, your hair looks a mess, you always make a face like you're constipated—"

"Is there a point to this?" I interrupted.

"Oh, I can go on," Emilia stated matter-of-factly. "But despite all of your many, many flaws, I know that at the end of the day, you'll treat my brother well."

I may hate Emilia with a burning passion, but at that exact moment, I couldn't help but feel a slight kinship with her. Before any thought on my end, I found myself saying, "I promise I'll take good care of him."

And I meant it.

I'd learned my lesson from being an idiotic teenager who worried about what other people thought about him. That self-consciousness had clouded my mind and had resulted in me pushing Max away, but no more. I'd already beat the shit out of the three wolves who'd dared to laugh at us, and I'd already announced to the Bedburg Pack that Max is mine... well, with the exception of Paul per Dad's request. But whatever, he'll learn eventually. And if he doesn't like it, what the fuck's a measly human gonna do? Does he seriously think he's a threat to an Alpha werewolf?

Emilia was silent for a moment, a first for her. "As much as I don't wanna admit it, I know you will," she finally relented.

My inner wolf and I couldn't help but feel as if Emilia had inadvertently given us her blessing. I puffed out my chest with pride over the fact that she probably called me first when it came to mein Hase.

"But it's weird though, Dominik," Emilia went on. "Lately, there's been a lot of men combing Vancouver for Maxie. I don't think he knew that they were interested in him since he's really dense—"

I growled and felt my upper lip curl over my fangs.

"I meant that he can be a little oblivious. Anyways, all of the guys seemed to be really desperate to see him again. Like, really desperate. I cannot stress that enough. And they all had those hepatitis yellow eyes that you do. Every single one of them!"

I'll ignore the hepatitis comment about my eyes for now, but I couldn't outright pretend that I didn't hear that all of my boy's potential suitors (GRR!) all had the same color yellow eyes. Unfortunately, yellow eyes are an indicator that someone is a werewolf— well, unless they have red eyes, then that means that they are a habitually man-eating werewolf. Therefore, if all of those fucking idiots were werewolves, and they were looking for MY Max, then it must mean that they mistook him for their mate. Of course their wrong, since Max is my mate. Still, werewolves rarely ever casually date due to the possibility of them finding their mate. We're kind of a romanic species.

Plus, Erik at the Wasgau had also mistaken Max for his mate, as he'd told me when we'd visited there the other day. Therefore, he's evidently not the only one who falsely believes that they have a connection to mein Hase.

Or even when I thought back to our beach trip, and that freak Felix had tried to casually take him away. When I'd confronted him, that look on Felix's face was cunning, ja, but it'd pissed me off the way he's dared to look at Max with such adoration in his eyes.

Something is wrong. I've heard about situations in which a mate may have multiple suitors; but that's extremely uncommon, especially for humans and especially for males! But, Gott forbid if Max was in a predicament like that in which he had tons of werewolves trying to take him away from me— um, I mean, trying to court him, then that would mean that he could be in danger.

Werewolves are very desperate creatures when it comes to their mates. I would know!

"Thank you for telling me," I told Emilia. "As I said earlier: I will take good care of Max. I promise."

"Yeah, about that," she said, her typically attitude drenching her words, "you've been behaving yourself, right? I can easily fly down there and whoop your furry ass if you're perving out on my little brother!"

"...right."

"And are you still calling him 'Your Bunny'? 'Cause that's cringey."

"Um, you're breaking up. I can't hear you anymore! Tschüss!" I coughed as I hung up. I never would've pegged Emilia for being smart, but she had me nailed.

My mind raced as I considered the horrible possibility that was becoming more and more likely, despite how impossible it sounded. I needed to speak to my father in order to confirm it— but I wished with all of my heart that I was wrong:

Max might be attracting mateless werewolves to him.

If that's so, then I need to make sure that I make courting him myself my number one priority. I'll be damned if I let another wolf take what's mine—

*Cough, I mean, I will have to make sure that Max is safe at all times and that the werewolf he chooses will be a wolf who will love him and cherish him and take care of him and cuddle him and kiss him and knot him and treat him like the treasure he is— and that werewolf is me.

Max is made for me and I'm the best choice for him. After all, I'm an Alpha (well, I haven't taken over the position officially, but I carry the gene). That means that I have the capability to give him whatever his heart desires. I'm already on the look for a house of my own, so I'll make sure to offer him as much input that he can so that I can build our home exactly as he wants it. I'm taking over my father's security company and I fix cars on the side, so I have plenty of income to support Max. I know that Max wants to be a veterinarian, and I researched some schools in Deutschland and discovered that Hanover has a renowned veterinarian program. Max reads loud as he writes in his diary, so I know every crevice of his mind thanks to that camera I'd snuck him. Sure my methods may not be a bit orthodox, but fuck it, I got results!

All that matters is that at the end of the day, I'm the best man for Max. I fully intend on showing that, too.

Mark my words, as soon as it's just him and me, then I'm going to start courting him.

Max is mine. And it's time I really start showing him that.