Victor.

"I'm not going and you can't make me mother".

God! What's with these people. For the last hour, they've been trying to get me to go on the mate tour. Why? I have no fucking idea, my answer is always going to be the same, just like its been for the past seven years. "NO"!. I don't need or want a fucking mate. Every year any unmated male or female that wanted to find their mate would all load up for the mate tour and every year my mother would bitch and moan about my reluctance to go. The tour started about eight years ago when all the alphas in this state had so many unmated wolves that they decided to come together and see if some could find their mates in each other's pack. There are only three packs in this state but still, none of the alphas wanted a bunch of unknown wolves on their territory so they came up with the idea that they would meet in the middle of the state on no man's lands and that's how it was for a few years. They would all meet up set up camp for a few days in the area so if you were lucky and did meet your mate you had a few days to get to know each other and decided which pack you would stay with. The meetings were so successful that word started spreading and soon other states started doing the same thing. Then, someone, I don't know who came up with the brilliant idea to make the tour bigger and move it to the Arizona desert

That was properly the stupidest thing I'd ever heard. Don't get wrong Arizona is grate if you were a horse, but we're wolves. There were no establish packs in Arizona and there was a reason for that and it wasn't because of the yearly forest fires it was more the facts that there wasn't a proper one, so maybe that's why whom every thought of Arizona. Its neutral ground especially now that the event hosted hundreds of wolves from different packs all over the country.

"Why not honey? my mother whines yet again, "you're twenty-five, surely you want to settle down and have pups of your own". Every year since I turned eighteen my mother has been trying to make me go and the mate tour but why the fuck would I want to saddle myself with some annoying she-wolf just to have her nag the shirt out of me.

"No I do not !, I snapped at her. She was starting to get on my damn nerves. "Now mother if you'll excuse me, I have a long trip ahead. Pushing past her I took the stairs two at a time trying hard not to break the polish mahogany wood. There was only one bedroom in the two store log cabin and it was that way for a reason, yet my mother was always here. My room was simple, I didn't need much. A king-size bed, a nightstand on the right side, a dresser, and two bookshelves. The door to the left of the bed was my closet and the bathroom was the only other room on this floor. I grab my bags from the closet, there were already packed and ready to go.

When I came back downstairs my mom was gone, "Thank God". Locking up my house I shouldered my bags and was out the door. Every year for the last six years I go camping up in the mountains when the tour comes around, that way I won't have to listen to my parents nag me for not going. When I turned eighteen and didn't want to go I got lectured for a week. Zeus my wolf and I got so aggravated we went on a rampage through the compound and brought a tree down on the packed house. The stupid as fuck Alpha locked me in the dungeon for a week. I hate that fucker and his son is no better the little bastard.

Getting into my Jeep I start driving through the forest. My house is about a ten-minute walk, five minutes drive from the packed house. My parents have their own house but they started getting on my nerves by the time I was sixteen so I moved out and into the packhouse thinking that would be better. That went real wrong real fast.

My first day at the packhouse a couple of the guys thought that because I was an Omega I was there to be there personal maid and tried to order me around. I tried my best to ignore them I did, then Jax future bate at the time thought he would show off to his little pussy friends and trip me while I was carrying my new stereo system up to the steps. That was my first time going to the dungeon. My wolf might be Omega but our fathers are warriors and we share that blood we don't take likely to disrespect. From anyone. I broke both his legs for tripping me and when his friends tried to jump me, it pissed Zeus off epically and we end up putting all five of them in the infirmary for a week. Alpha dick head didn't like that so I was locked in the dungeon for three days.

After my tenth time in the dungeon in a year, I asked the alpha if I could get a bit of land in the territory to build my own house and away from everyone else and he said yes. So far that has been the happiest day of my life. I wanted to build as far away from the pack as possible but the fucker said no. He picked the pots where my house is now, said that it was far away from the pack as possible but still close enough that if we were under attack I could get to the packed house for safety. If you ask me ten minutes was not far enough but no one bothered me out there. Except for my parents anyway. I built the two-story cabin all by myself. Even cutting down the trees to make a road to my house unfortunately though the road had to go through the front of the packhouse because there was only one road leading to and from the property.

As much as I was annoyed with my mother right now if I leave and don't say goodbye ill never hear the end of it, luckily I didn't have to drive to my parents' house as they were staying at the packhouse for the next few weeks. My father was head worrier so while the alpha is away he and bate ass shit were responsible for the pack. My mom spotted me first as I pulled into the yard and came running over. I hurriedly got out of the Jeep to meet here and no sooner then I did she's throwing herself at me. My mom was Your topical omega. Small, loyal, caring, and very beautiful. My father, on the other hand, was six foot six and looked as if he spent every day of his life in a gym, mom barely reached his chest.

"Mom you do this all the time", Last year she took it a step further and climbed into my jeep and refuse to get out, that's was not a good day for me. "I'll be fine, I'm only going up the mountain for a few days".

"My poor baby" she cried then burst into tears. I look up at my dad and he's pinching his nose and shaking his head. He walks up to us and tries to peel her off me but she just tightens her hold.

"Jess, leave the poor boy alone". He scolds her

"No! he's my baby and he's alone", she cries even harder. Sighing I ran my fingers through her golden blond hair.

"Mom I'm not alone, I have you and dad everybody else annoys me". I replied with as much patience as I could manage. She was my mother, after all, I would give my life for her even when she is annoying me to that death.

"You're just saying that baby, that's why you need to go on tour and find your mate and have lots of pups". I look at my dad pleadingly, am not in the mood for this right now.

"Jess honey you have to let go, he's not a baby anymore". My dad tries again. That seems to get her attention and she wheeled on him.

"You shot up Hector!, he's my baby, Why don't you make him do what I say, you're his father he listens to you make to go find his mate".

She had her hands on her hips and her feet tapping away at the ground. She only does that when she's pissed. Dad better chose his words wisely.

"Jess please, Victor is twenty-five years old and when as he ever listens to me or anyone for that matter". Wrong words dad. She slapped his chest as hard as she could then Stormed off into the woods not even saying goodbye. I looked at my dad and I can see it in his eyes he knows he's in trouble.

"Have a good trip son and see you when you get back". We exchanged a brief hug and he starts walking back to the packhouse.

"Aren't you going to go after her".

"She went into the woods which means she's probably going to redecorate your house and I don't want to be dragged into that I have a training class soon".

My poor house. Every time I leave for more than a day she rearranges my house, what's the point of moving out and having my own space if she's going to mess it up every time I turn my back. Hopping back into my Jeep I put on my glasses and started the hour and a half drive to the trail that's going to take me to my campsite.