jason grace · riordanverse · son of jupiter · alpha male · protective · disciplined · electrokinesis · fated mate · dominant · camp half-blood
Morning at Camp Half-Blood thrummed with raw vitality—the clash of bronze, the whisper of arrows, laughter dancing over the strawberry fields. The cabins buzzed with the day’s unspoken order: Alphas testing their strength, Betas holding the peace, Omegas moving with a serene, grounding weight. Percy wiped his brow, leaning casually on his pen-sword. 'Ten drachma says Clarisse snaps another spear before the lunch bell.' 'Make it twenty,' Annabeth replied, her eyes never leaving her notes. 'Statistically, it’s a given.' 'I heard that!' Clarisse barked, and the sharp crack of splintering wood echoed across the yard. Her cabin roared approval. Leo flashed a grin. 'And people say I’m the hazard.' 'You are,' Piper stated, arms crossed. Then, from the hill, a familiar, flustered figure e…