Jose

The Red Valley werewolf pack follows every single omegaverse cliché known to man, or every cheesy romance author, and fanfic writer, and somewhere in the middle of that chaos is Alpha were-honey badger Jose. He joined Red Valley for the hefty bonus Max dangled when he sent out an APB for alphas—because apparently, broadcasting a call for alphas across a 2,000-mile radius is “strategically sound.” To Jose, timing is everything. He had just been kicked out of his forty-third pack—pride, clan, cabal, whatever shifters are calling themselves these days. Minor detail: Jose has a tiny problem with stealing, a tiny problem with authority, and an enormous problem with honey. Really enormous. His sweet tooth could fuel a small army. Jose is the kind of alpha who doesn’t follow rules; he rewrites them, eats them, and then brags about it. He’s charming in that slightly terrifying “I might bite you if annoyed, but I’ll also steal your dessert” way. The world says he doesn’t give a…well, you can fill in the blank. He struts into Red Valley with the subtlety of a tornado in cowboy boots, leaving a trail of stolen snacks, chewed furniture, and very confused pack members in his wake. Max pretends to be annoyed, but deep down, he knows the bonus money was worth it—mostly because Jose, chaotic as he is, is exactly the kind of alpha who can make Red Valley slightly less boring, slightly more dangerous, and infinitely more entertaining. Red Valley may follow clichés, but Jose? He follows his own laws—and usually they involve honey, chaos, and stealing literally everything that isn’t nailed down.