Chapter 2- Amara

The guards take me out of the dungeons and across to Matteo’s home. We don’t have a pack house, some packs do, but we have the Alpha’s house. His house is huge of course. The bottom floor is open to the pack and is where meetings and events are held. Everyone has their own home or apartment. We are a very functioning pack and a wealthy one. Matteo might be a strict alpha, but his policies keep our pack wealthy which means we all live well, even the omegas. 

The guards dump me off with a few omegas in the kitchens and gives them their orders. I know the two omegas they are sixteen year olds who work in the kitchens after school. They are best friends, Sammy and Eilse. They are sweet girls and I’m glad it's them. Not that any of the staff here hates me, although they might now if they blame like the Alpha does for Cheryl's death. Sammy and Elise smile at me. The guards leave and the three of us make our way to the second floor. They draw me a bath while I shower off some of the grim so the water isn’t totally nasty the second I get in.

Normally, I’d just shower and shave, but Luna’s must bathe in some special milk bathe that’s been blessed by an elder. I’m not sure what the hell it’s supposed to do, but it’s a tradition. Wait, I’m going to be Luna of a pack that might hate me for getting their first Luna killed. Oh what the hell did I do to deserve this shit? I’m a good person. I’ve dedicated my life to being a nanny and educator to pups. I help where I can, do what I can for others because I like it. I like helping. My mother was big on teaching my siblings and I to be giving souls. My father died after I was born, I was only six weeks old when he died. He was a warrior and he was a good one. 

It was the four of us for a while, but slowly my older sisters left as they found their mates in other packs. I partly applied for the nanny of the alpha and luna’s pup because the job came with live in quarters if needed. My mother was leaving our pack. She wanted to join one of my sister's new packs. Mom couldn’t stand the memories of my dad everywhere she went so she left leaving me alone. I had already spent a year training to be a nanny and would work on my education degree as soon I could. Getting the job of my dreams I was thrilled. I would have a place to live so we could sell our house. There was no need to keep it and it was a good family home for a new family starting out. I had a good job making good money. I wonder what happened to my stuff and money. 

There is only one thing I care about and that’s my baby book that my dad made for me before he died. It has a picture of him holding me, a little note he wrote is on the page next to it, there’s a few family stories like how my parents met, the birth of my older sisters, and of course how I came to be, and other little things that he put in there. It’s special. It’s literally the only thing I have from him. It has so much meaning to me, I’d hate it if something happened to it. 

Once I’m clean I get to shaving. I do my legs and pits first then I work on trimming up my vaginal hair. I don’t know if Matteo likes his women to be clean shaven, groomed, or totally wild down there, so I’m going to go with the middle option. I wash my hair a few more times and go over my body once more. I feel like I can’t scrub the grim away. Before I make my skin raw I step out of the showr into the warm milk bath. There is lavender, rose, and lemon oils mixed in. There is also a hint of mint and jasmine. It’s an intoxicating scent that relaxes me. I feel like I can breathe better. Well at least this isn’t horrible. I can’t say the rest of my night will be this relaxing. 

I’m nervous for him to mate me. The marking I know is going to hurt. I have to mark him too, although as my alpha he unfortunately can deny me marking him. Only alpha’s can do that. I have a feeling Matteo isn’t going to let me mark him. In fact, I’m not going to do anything to hint at me marking him. I have a feeling he’d take offense at it. He hates me and that’s what scares me about the mating part. I’m a virgin. I’ve only ever kissed a guy. I know it’s lame, but I was focused on making a career for myself as a professional nanny and educator. When I didn’t find my mate right away at eighteen I decided to focus on me instead. It can take years to find your mate. I was in no rush. I wanted to be independent. 

My sisters had their mates and pups, my mom was living with my one sister, I was on my own and I was determined to be successful as an independent she wolf. I did what I set out to do, well mostly. I started training at the nanny academy, it sounds weird, but werewolf pups need a special type of nanny. We are half animal, things can get a little intense sometimes, especially with children who struggle with control. It’s common for pups to struggle with control of their emotions and wolves. We don’t transform till thirteen or fourteen, but our wolves are with us from birth. It’s a special bond. We can’t talk to our wolves, but we can feel them, read their feelings and emotions. It’s a strange physic like connection. Our wolves don’t have names either, they are a part of us, we are one in spirit. 

Anyway pups struggle with control of their wolves because they can’t transform yet. They tend to have bad temper tantrums. There is away to soothe them and nannies need to know how to do that. Some mothers know that, but nannies are very popular among werewolves as many she wolves like to work. We all do different things in the pack. We are like a mini society of our own. We have our own doctors, nurses, shops, traders, hunters, farmers, and many other professions. We honestly don’t even need to trade with other packs or the few humans that remain, we do it because we can. It makes us wealthy and we are able to give back to our community, ubt also others as well. We are a highly respected pack. 

I wanted to be a nanny and an educator. I love pups. They are special. I’m very maternal and I thought I could help other moms while I wait to become one myself. Then I wanted to also become an educator to teach history. I love history, especially werewolf history. I mean the humans have some interesting stuff and sometimes our histories overlap. I figured I could also do tutoring on the side. I wanted to give back to the community and help our younger generation since they have a soft spot in my heart. 

Proud, that’s what I was of myself. I became the independent she wolf I wanted to be. I had a top nanny job, I was on my way to finishing my degree in education, I could pay my bills, and save money for the future. I was doing well for myself till we went to that stupid birthday lunch to celebrate one of the Luna’s turning thirty. The rogues attacked without warning. Most of the she wolves got out with their children, they were able to get to  the safe room in the pack house, but Cheryl, Lana, and I were one of the ones that couldn't. We were in the bathroom not with the main group. We were trying to make it to the safe room, but a rogue cut us off. Cheryl was closer to the rogue while Lana was hiding behind the corner in the hallway. I was behind her to make sure no one would sneak up on us while Cheryl checked ahead. The rogue had her cornered. Lana and I stayed hidden in the corner hallway. We backed ourselves up to the bathrooms. I didn’t see Cheryl die, but I heard it. Her scream, her plea in my head to save her child, that’s how I knew she died. She died fighting, but the rogue was savage and just tore through her. Lana and I stayed hidden long enough for the warriors to arrive and take out the rogues. They were too late for a few Luna’s and some pups as well. There was even a nanny who died. It was a sad day. I’m glad I was able to save Lana and I’m happy I was able to spare her seeing her mother get torn apart. 

My mind is drawing on the memory of that day. It’s all I thought about for the last three months. Trying to figure out if there was another way that I could have been the one to die, but I always come to the same conclusion. If I had tried to save Cheryl I would have drawn attention to where Lana and I were hiding. Lana might have been able to run in the bathroom in time, but that wasn’t worth the risk. Cheryl and I both knew it was better if I took Lana back to the bathroom to hide while Cheryl was the distraction to the rogue. Cheryl couldn’t run to us or else once more the rogue would have been drawn to where we were hiding. Cheryl staying while Lana and I made it back to the bathroom to hide  bought us enough time. The rogue was close to knocking down the bathroom door. It was one of the single family style bathrooms and it had a lock, but was not a strong one. The feral wolf wasn’t having an issue loosening. It’s why we left in the first place. 

It was the right call. It was unfortunate, yes, but her sacrifice wasn’t in vain. Lana is still alive. I don’t care that I’m alive, I was more concerned with saving Lana. I did my job and I hate that Cheryl paid the price. I wish it had been me, but Cheryl insisted she went ahead to scout the area. Worst case we were going to go back to the bathroom, all three of us. The bathroom didn’t have a window, well it did, but it was far too narrow and high for any of us to fit through. I’m not sure outside would have been much safer though. The savage rogues were everywhere; there were a couple dozen of them and savage wolves are hard to fight. They are pure animals, their humanity is gone. They never leave their wolf form. They are dangerous and always put down. Lately there have been a lot of savage rouge attacks. The packs are trying to band together to figure out what or who is causing the issues. 

“Come on, Amara, we should get you dried off and dressed.” Sammy’s sweet voice breaks my thoughts. I was so relaxed I didn’t realize I had closed my eyes. It was strange, my body was relaxed, but my mind was filled with never ending thoughts. I could feel the anxiety creeping in. Fear of what I was about to face. 

I climb out of the tub and dry myself off. Once I’m dried I head to the guest room that’s attached to it. I wonder why they didnt’ take me to my old room? Unless my old room is no longer my old room. Worry creeps in to what happened to my stuff. I don’t really care about the money, I mean it would be disappointing to lose as would my clothes and other belongings. However, my baby book from my dad, it’s the only thing I truly care about. I don’t know how I would feel if the only piece of him I have is gone. It would feel like losing him all over again. I might have been a baby when he died, but I felt his loss all the time growing up. 

My older sisters had memories of him that I didn’t. My mom had the most memories out of all of us. They would talk about him constantly remembering the good time and I hated it because I had no memories. It didn’t affect me till I was older when I could fully realize that I had no memory of him, not one and it bothered me. It ate me up on the inside at how unfair it was. I have one picture with my dad, one, while my sisters and mom have armfuls of pictures with him. I felt like I could never relate to them. I had my dad for nothing, none of my firsts and it made me so sad. His baby book, his one and only gift, filled with the only moments I had with him, I cling to it like the piece to the missing puzzle that would connect me to the rest of my family. If I lost that book, it would be devastating. 

Pulling myself from thoughts I focus on slipping into I flowy strappy cream colored teddy. The neckline has some lace on it. The material is sheer so there is nothing left to the imagination. I don't even get a thong, or panties, nothing. It feels strange to be going to the Alpha’s bed chambers. I’ve been all over this house, but I’ve never been in his private room. Cheryl and him had separate bedrooms. They were on opposite sides of the hall. Lana and my room were in the middle along with two other bedrooms on the second floor.. I’m on the first floor now. I can’t believe I have to parade through the Alpha’s house. At least it’s after dinner no one should really be around now. Once I get to the second floor it won’t be as bad because no one is allowed on the alpha’s private floors. 

“Do you want something to eat?” Sammy asks. 

“No, I don’t think I can eat, I’m nervous. I don’t think the Alpha would like it if I vomited all over him.” 

“Probably not. Once word spreads he’s found his second chance mate, people will be happy. No one blames you for Luna Cheryl's death. Alpha Matteo had the security footage pulled up, the footage was shown to everyone. Everyone saw that you saved Lana. You would have risked getting her killed if you tried to help Cheryl.” Sammy informs me. 

“Well, if only Alpha Matteo felt that way. He hates me and he certainly blames me. I’m not sure he’s going to be a kind mate to me.” I hold back the tears I feel pricking my eyes. This is not how I pictured finding my mate. I’m a second chance mate to the person who hates me. 

“Don’t say that, Amara. He is just upset and hurting. He and Luna Cheryl weren’t in love, but they had a close friendship. He misses her friendship, we all see it. Not to mention he is hurting for his daughter who you saved and Lana already loves you. You will be a wonderful mother figure to her.” Elise says encouraging me. 

“The Alpha will come around to you. Once he works past his grief it will be okay. He will accept you fully then.” Sammy adds. 

It’s what he does in his grief that scares me. I’m the target for his grief right now. I don’t say that to the sweet girls in front of me. I plaster a smile to my face and thank them for their encouraging words. They are too young to understand the predicament I’m in. They also admire our alpha as many do which might be a problem for me. Everyone will side with our Alpha over his second Luna. I mean it’s a fucking trap for him to get revenage. I don’t know if he would be vengeful like that, but I don't want to find out either. 

Walking to the alpha’s bedroom I take deep breaths. Sammy and Elise give me quick hugs and then scatter when the doors open. Matteo is already here naked with three Alpha’s. I don’t know their names, there’s far too many to keep track of, but I guess I will have to know their names now that I'm Luna. Also they are about to get a free live action porno. I step nervously in the room. It’s a fairly large room for one person. There's a king sized bed in the middle of the room. A huge fireplace with a black leather chair in front of it. Book shelves carved into the wall are on either side of the fireplace filled with different things like pictures, books, trophies, and other collectable items. There is a huge dresser near an open closet door. There’s also another open door that leads to a bathroom. 

The three alphas stand near the door and dresser. Matteo leads me right in front of the foot of the bed. “These are Alpha Jasper, Alpha Jones, and Alpha Victor. They will confirm my marking and mating of you.” Matteo informs me. 

“Mark her first, Matteo.” Alpha Jones instructs. 

“I fucking know how to do the mating cermony. In case you forgot, Amara is my second mate since my first one died.” Matteo snarls and I have to resist taking a step back from him. 

Matteo turns his attention to me. His calloused hands take off the teddy I’m wearing. It pools around my feet. He brushes my hair to one side. I can see his old mate's mark on his right shoulder. Matteo puts his hand on my upper arms and leans into my exposed shoulder. “I’m marking you, but I’m not letting you mark me. At least I finally get to fuck you. That’s right you really did catch me staring at you undressing you with my eyes. Now, I get to fuck you when ever want, how I want, when I want. At least I’ll have some sex stress release.” He says low to me. I’m not sure if the other Alpha’s could hear him or not. 

It doesn’t matter. I hear his fangs extend as his grip on my arms tightens. I close my eyes and try not to tense as his fangs and teeth sink into my skin. I have to hold my lips really tight to stop the cry that wants to come out. Damn it hurts. It doesn't last long though. Matteo removes his teeth and my wound heals. One of the alphas hands him a towel and he wipes his face. He then takes the towel and cleans my shoulder. Some of the blood had dropped down my breast. He wipes the blood off and his fingers drop the towel and start to touch my breasts. I hold my breath as he touches me. 

“At least she's pretty, Matteo.” I hear one of the alphas say. I’m not focused on them right now, nothing they say matters to me. 

“That she is, at least she has a nice body.” Matteo spins me around so they can get a full view. Well this is only slightly mortifying. Matteo plays with my nipples and he’s actually giving me pleasure. I can feel the tingles around my clit as I rub my thighs together. I can smell my arousal fill the room. Oh crap they all can. “Looks like I didn’t misread your desire when you looked at me. Do you like how I touch you, Amara?” I nod my head. “Well, I’m a bit of a rough lover, Cheryl could never handle my tastes in the bedroom, let's see if you can.” 

Matteo pushes me towards the bed. I climb on it and lay on my back. I already know that’s what he wants. Matteo gets on top of me. “If you don’t want to be completely dry when I stick my dick inside of you, I suggest you touch yourself.” 

My mouth drops a little. I know what he wants me to do. “Alpha, I…” I just stop because I don’t know what to freaking say. I don’t want to do that with three other males watching. 

“Let’s see how wet you can get yourself before I tie you to the bed.” He says reaching for the rope under the one pillow. What the hell? Oh crap. 

I don’t know why, but I stick my hand between my legs lightning quick. I know he’s not bluffing, he will restrain me. I usually take my time pleasuring myself, but this time I’m in a rush. My fingers slide between my folds finding my clit. I start to rub my clit. Matteo grins satisfied that he got me to touch myself. He takes my free arm and starts to put the rope around it. 

“At least let her finish.” I hear one of the alpha’s say. “At least for our enjoyment.” Gross. 

Matteo watches me studying me as I touch myself and my legs spread open for his viewing pleasure. I feel him insert two fingers. “Oh she’s tight.” Matteo comments. “She might just be a virgin after all.” He mocks. “That’s right, keep making yourself wet and ready for your Alpha and Mate.” Well at least his last words turn me on. I rub circles rocking my hips as he moves his fingers in and out of me. He doesn't’ go deep, just more or less teasing me at my entrance. 

“Please, Alpha.” I beg him as a satisfied grin spreads across his face. 

“Yes, cum for me, Amara.” Oh damn that sends me over the edge. 

I’m wet for him alright. He ties the rope around my wrists and then ties it to his headboard. He settles himself between my legs. Crap no escaping now. He rubs the head of his dick in my juices then pushes inside of me slowly. It burns a little, but when he pushes past my resistance I give a slight whimper. He’s satisfied as he moves inside of me at a slightly rough pace. The rope pulls on my wrists as he pounds into me enjoying himself. I know tears are stinging my eyes. At least he let me get nice and wet because this would hurt so much more. Matteo finds his release inside of me. He climbs off me leaving me tied to the bed. He looks at his blood stained dikc. 

“Guess you really were a virgin.” He says, shrugging his shoulders. “Well, are you all satisfied?” Matteo asks the alphas. 

“Yeah, we’re good. Enjoy your new Luna and mate, Alpha.” One of them says as the three of them leave. 

Matteo walks back over to me. “Are you going to untie me?” I ask, feeling my hands go numb. “Please, Alpha, my hands are numb.” I beg. 

“Maybe I like having you at my mercy, or maybe I’ll fuck you again tonight.” 

“I am at your mercy, you don’t have to prove that by leaving me tied to your bed. You can fuck me when ever you want, I’ll stay the night, or whatever you want. Please untie me.” 

“Oh you’ll be staying in my bed. I’m not doing the whole separate room bullshit again. I might hate you, Amara, but if I’m having a second chance mate I’m doing things my way this time. You’ll stay in my fucking room in my bed. You will take care of Lana and tend to your Luna duties. When you aren't doing those things you’ll be entertaining me and my whims.” 

“Yes, Alpha.” I respond, trying to move my wrist to loosen the rope. I look at him begging him with eyes. 

“I’ll leave you here for a bit. I have to go put Lana to bed. Maybe when I come back.” 

He walks to the bathroom. When he comes out he has black and gray flannel PJ pants on with a black t-shirt. He slips into his black slippers and leaves the room shutting the door behind him. I can’t believe he is leaving me here tied to his bed. 

I’m tired so before the numbness reaches my arms I close my eyes. It’s the first time in three months I’ve slept in an actual bed. I’m going to take advantage of the situation and get some sleep. Despite my wrists being numb and my arms aching I find myself drifting off into sleep. I need it if I’m going to face whatever fresh hell my mate is preparing for me.