"I want to be Alpha," Megan said.
Charmaine, the grey-haired head omega of the pack, snorted. "You are an alpha."
"No. I don't mean alpha. I mean Alpha."
Charmaine paused, looked her over, not holding her eyes. Omegas found it difficult to meet alphas eyes when they were riled up, and Megan was definitely riled up now. "Look. Megan. You're dominant, but Master is tough. Plus, you're only fifty. You're still coming into your own and you've still got a baby face."
Megan tried not to pout, knowing that her smooth skin and apple-cheeks would just prove Charmaine right. Sometimes visitors from other packs would assume she was a mere teenager. "Baby face or no, I want to be Alpha now."
"Why rush, you've got all the time in the world."
"Master was my age when he made his challenge," said Megan, tilting her chin up. "Fifty isn't that young. I want this now. My wolf wants this now."
Charmaine looked at her, holding eye contact now. "Have you t
That seemed to be all that Master needed. He leant down and kissed her, hard. She met him with equal strength, licking along the seam of his lips. He growled in approval and opened his mouth, letting her explore him. Her hands roamed his chest, squeezed his arms, felt the lines of his abs under his coarse chest hair. Gods, he was handsome.Master's hands went straight for her behind, cupping it over her dress and squeezing roughly. Megan moaned into his mouth as he did. He smoothed one hand up her waist, around her front and cupped her breast. She didn't have the biggest curves but it was enough to fill his hand. He teased her nipple through the fabric and Megan broke the kiss to cry out.Master took her in his arms, moved her to the bed. He threw her down roughly, paused there to look at her as she landed. Her dress had floated up as she fell back, exposing her. His eyes went between her legs, his brows drawing down. Megan stayed there, breathing heavily. His lips wer
"Again."Megan, in her wolf form, breathed hard. Through their mental pack link, she said, "Elvin, we've done this so much already this morning. I won't even get to fighting Master if I don't pass the other challenges."Elvin's large grey wolf suddenly lunged at her and she dodged, nipping his throat as he passed."Plus, I've been able to beat you for years," she said, not able to stop the smugness creeping into her tone. She'd first won against him eight years or so ago. She had been able to beat him more often than not for the last three years, after she'd really come into her own as a dominant wolf."Master's much faster than me, even if he's not as quiet," Elvin said back as he landed on his feet, began circling her. "You should train with Charmaine as well, you know how fast she is, even for an old wolf."Omegas didn't get too involved in play fighting alphas since the latter usually began bristling and growling, signs of dominance omegas stru
The last trail was a fairly good sized chamber, with no obvious chasms to fall into, tight spaces to bar their way, or icy pools to freeze them solid. No poisonous gases, no signs of imminent geological activity, no unsteady ground. Just a large room with a few solid lumps here and there. Maitreyah advanced to inspect the lumps more closely. "They look like bag chairs," he whispered to Shakilah. "Made out of fur and skins. Not very well made, but..." he shrugged, and shone the light on another lump.Maitreyah swallowed bile with effort as the light shone upon the corpse of a humanoid creature. It may have been human. Or maybe not. The species of the victim was undeterminable after having been flayed of its skin and drained of all its blood. He shone the light on other lumps, which proved to be other corpses of a multitude of species. All of them both flayed and desiccated.Then... something moved.Maitreyah shone the light on the movement. A fur lined bag couch,
“There is a chance that she might actually defeat him,” said her wolf to Camilla and she yawned and said,” If there is any chance that we are going to destroy that man then we need to make sure that we practice and we fight and that we keep on fighting. That is the point. Everything happened so easily with me because I gave in. I gave in every single time he electrocuted me, he pushed the cattle prod and watched me writhe and scream. He is a sick bastard and yet he thinks that he is fit to take control of people.”“That is the reason that you have to fight him and take control,” said the wolf in a whisper and Camilla laughed at the voice and said,” You can try and get me killed but I am not going to die. I am more resilient than you actually think.”The wolf went silent and she finally rose up to small slit of the window that was in the room and watched outside. The wolf named Megan was getting ready for challenging the A
Percival knew that today was the night that was going to be one that he did not wish that came but it did. It was the night of meeting with the werewolves at their pack house so that they could sign the Peace treaty which would keep the violence between the vampires and werewolves at a bare minimum. It was not like that the fightings did not happen between the werewolves and the vamps but now with the Peace treaty in effect the cullings of both the races had been reduced to almost none.And he wanted to keep it that way.Morgan brought a chilled jug of fresh blood and placed it on the table in the silver ware. Percival looked at him and smiled,” You really wish this to go on without any hitch right?”“Of course, my Lord. I always wish for you to be safe and not fall in any kind of problems. However you are the one that thinks that going to the witches while they are mating and forcing them to create potions for you is a good idea. You do know t
Her husband was angry.And she was so upset.He'd said these things. "What do you mean you can't find it?! Why can't you support me?! What kind of wife are you?! Can't even find one stupid thing?!"So very upset, and so cold."I don't want anything to do with you!! You can walk home!!"He'd literally dragged her out of the wagon and thrown her onto the hard, frigid dirt road. Whenever she tried to get up, he'd only shove her back down. The last push had her hurting her foot a bit. That gave him enough time to get back in the wagon and direct the horse onward.Reaching out, the woman screamed and faltered a few steps ahead, but she couldn't catch up. The wagon was hauled away.Cherise collapsed on the road as disbelief soaked through her body. Snow began to fall, dusting her fur-lined, hooded cloak.He'd change his mind eventually. That's how he was. He was the most inconsistent person she'd ever known. Once, he was so angry tha
Camilla’s DreamYou are in my bedroom, bathed in candle light, lying on my antique bed. Your arms are above your head and tied at your wrists to the rod iron bed frame with black silk rope. You have nothing on, only a black silk sheet at your hips. I stand at the end of the bed with black silk bathrobe. My hair is curled and cascading down my tattooed back. I am wearing dark eye shadow and dark red lipstick. I untied the bathrobe and let it fall off my body. I am nude except for the black lacy garter on my left thigh along with my black knee high heeled boots.I jump up on the bed on my knees and began to crawl up your body. Arriving at your strong chest, I rest my bare body on your pectoralis muscles with one leg resting on your shoulders. Looking down at you, I smile and tilt my head to the left. This is my silent way of asking you "would you like to eat me out?" You smile back at me, the tips of your fangs poking from your lips. Nodding your head, you rise you
Megan sighed as she finished licking her paws clean of her final meal in isolation. She was sweaty, stank something chronic and was sick of eating nothing but rabbits and birds.It was day seven of her living out by herself. It wasn't the first time she'd done such a stint. Most alphas, as well as some betas and omegas, would give it a go at least once as they came of age. But that would usually last a few days at most. Wolves grew up around a pack, the voices of their pack in their heads. Megan had thought this would be a breeze, but by day four, she'd begun to feel the immense weight of isolation. She'd begun to feel the pressure of being alone, of surviving by herself.She'd never really understood the point of this challenge. Why bother with something most wolves did for fun? But she understood now.Megan watched the sunset from the little hill she'd found, once it was down she huffed a sigh of relief. The darkness meant seven days had passed and she could g
Her father was not home when Alison arrived, which for once she was grateful for. She was in desperate need of some quiet time to contemplate what just happened. Not even bothering to go inside the house, she took the small stone pathway that twisted around the back of the main house and headed straight for the gardens. She loved her father's garden. Tall green hedges sectioned off different areas that all had their own unique theme. Her favorite section was the lily section and whenever she visited she made sure to stop by and take a nap on the cushioned bench that was found there. It was luxuriously relaxing to simply lay there and breathe in the scent of flowers and fresh air.Today, however, her mind was in a whirl and even meditating on her favorite bench didn't seem to be helping. The men she overheard in that room wanted to keep her around for whatever they were planning, but what was it and how did she fit into that plan? She felt incredibly vulnerable and wished that
Braden had not been able to sleep that night. Thinking about Alison facing the king made him feel like he was just punched in the stomach. He was well aware of the interest that Medeas had in Alison's work, and he knew for a fact that the king had not just recently taken interest in the biomagical field. In fact, it had been about two and a half years since the king first heard about it. Whether Alison knew it or not she was about to be horribly exploited, and unfortunately there was nothing Braden could do to stop it. He had been called to the capital earlier in the week so that he could be told to his face that if he warned her at all he would never see the end of their harassment. This arrangement was the reason he had never pursued Alison before, but eventually he just couldn't take it anymore and he had to be with her.He had been instantly smitten with Alison the very first day they worked together. While she was classically beautiful, she also had a penchant for making
So early Saturday morning had found Braden and Alison standing in an empty field that was surrounded by trees and sectioned off from the rest of the nature reserve that was near Braden's apartment. They had decided to spend the night with each other because Braden's lack of control over Fire made it too risky for him to stay by himself. That, and the intense fear they had felt earlier had them both hesitant to leave the other's side.The morning began with them taking turns walking each other through the basics of their elements. They quickly discovered that they had all the abilities of advanced Air and Fire elementals, most likely because Braden and Alison were each advanced in their own element and the stuff they were exposed to was extracts of their own magics. The problem facing them now was control. Braden could easily produce fire balls, but if he wasn't extremely careful they would grow too large in size and Alison would have to step in to contain it. Likewise, Alison
Alison woke to a weird sensation pooling around her back. It was both cool and hot at the same time and caused her skin to tingle. She slowly opened her eyes and was greeted by the sight of Braden gloriously stretched out next to her. The image of Braden's naked chest immediately made her forget about the annoying sensation.We need to get moving; we can't stay on the floor all day long,she thought to herself with regret.Braden hugged her closer and slowly opened his eyes."mmm, I wish we could stay just like this all day. That would be spectacular." He said as he slowly stroked the skin of the thigh that was thrown over him."Yeah until the janitor comes to empty the trash and finds two naked people on the floor.""Ha, Steve could use a good pick me up. I hear he doesn't get much as home."Gross I never want to think about Steve having sex.."Even an guy like Steve deserves to get some lovin' every so of
"God that was fucking incredible." She said to herself after awhile. But while she wasn't expecting a response, she got one."I'm glad you thought so little one."Her eyes flew open at the sound of the familiar voice."Braden?""Yeah it's me Ali." His voice was raspy and husky sounding. She bolted out of her lab chair and began to pace back and forth in front of the desk."This is so embarrassing." She said meekly, looking down at the floor and playing with her fingernails. "I can't believe you just saw that." Even though she knew that Braden had been responsible for the air-induced orgasm, she was still embarrassed at being caught in such a position.Braden waited for her to pass by him again and then reach out for her arm, pulling her so that she stood in front of him. He ran his fingers along her temple before tucking a stray hair that had fallen from her pony-tail behind her ear."You have absolutely no reason to be embarrassed. Y
To be a warrior, you must make friends with pain. It is a constant bedfellow who hung around just to say hello every so often. It lived as a reminder of the hazardous nature of the profession. It was a hazard that Aneesa knew about from a young age. The spirited woman was raised a fighter and proud warrior, one who shook off the occasional stabbing or attempt to decapitate her with a smile on her tanned face. In fact, she took pride in them, treating each scar as a new trophy to add to her collections of war stories. So Aneesa was no stranger to pain. Usually, she would grin and bear it, but this time it was different.The poor woman's arms hung over her head, extending slightly behind her as they were chained to a point on the ceiling. It was a slow-burning pain as she had been in that position for what felt like hours. The chain gave her no slack as she fought to keep her body upright, leaning forward would only tire her more. The bind that she got herself in was ingenious
Her eyes followed the red liquid as it flowed through the coiled plastic tubing and entered the glass collection beaker that was sitting on her laboratory table top. She needed 5 more milliliters of the stuff and then she could analyze its magical content and complete her thesis. Alison was a 24 year old master's student at the University of Sunderland and was apart of the first wave of bio-magical researchers that the kingdom of Sunderland had ever had. Wishing to stick to the traditional view that magic was a deep seated ability inseparable from the soul, most of the population refused to believe that there was a biological basis for their special abilities or that magic could be analyzed, quantified and experimentally manipulated.But Alison was about to prove them all wrong. The red liquid that was painstakingly dripping into the glass beaker was what she called Potion de feu, and was actually an extract of her own Fire magic. It had taken her four years to determine the
The Ancient lowered her cup."Of course, there is more to this particular tea ceremony than merely drinking tea," she whispered, her kimono parting to allow Taiju a quick glimpse of her spotted but seemingly firm brown breasts.Taiju suspected as much. That was the reason he had climbed for five brutal days through the unforgiving mountains to reach the witch's aerie. It was told that Ancient had uncovered the secret of life and death. Some said she was 200 years old. Others said 1000. Most people of course said she didn't exist. No one who returned had ever been able to find her.The deep creases surrounding her eyes seemed to twinkle as she pulled the kanzashi from her hair, spilling her silver tresses down her back."If you wish to gain eternal life, then we must drink each other," she whispered and shrugged her shoulders, spilling her silk kimono onto the floor. She stood, shameless before him in her nakedness.His eyes were drawn to the white
"Even if you do, you'll never make it out again. The others will tear you to pieces."Ean smiled grimly."That's my plan. Now let's go."They walked towards the mansion, Ean holding Adele in front of him. There was no one else in the garden, but as soon as they stepped inside the house they were noticed. Surprised shouts and yells of "Tenumago!" soon had them surrounded by vampires. Ean grinned at them."Come any closer and she's dead!"He pushed his claws in even deeper in her throat making blood trickle down her skin. The vampires backed away, knowing that he could tear her head off if he wanted to."Good. Now where's Percival?" he growled."Don't tell him!" Adele croaked."He's no match for Percival, Adele!" one vampire shouted. "In his office. Down that hall, last door on the right.""Much obliged. Now, all of you: get out!"The vampires hesitated, then did as they were told, reluctantly filing through the doo