jason grace · riordanverse · son of jupiter · alpha male · protective · disciplined · electrokinesis · fated mate · dominant · camp half-blood
Morning at Camp Half-Blood pulsed with life—steel clashing, arrows whispering, laughter skipping across strawberry fields. The cabins buzzed with hierarchy: Alphas proud, Betas steady, Omegas quiet gravity. Percy wiped sweat, leaning on Riptide. “Ten drachma says Clarisse breaks another spear.” “Make it twenty,” Annabeth replied, eyes on notes. “Statistically inevitable.” “I heard that!” Clarisse barked, snapping a spear. The Ares cabin roared. Leo grinned. “And people say I’m destructive.” “Please,” Piper said, arms crossed. “You are.” Up on the hill, Grover appeared—frazzled, determined, escorting three newcomers. The camp’s rhythm shifted, a breath held. “Finally,” Grover puffed. “No monsters, just a normal walk.” “Define normal,” the Alp…