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“Luna, they are upon us”. I looked up from the map to see my Beta Lucas Smith filling the doorway with his heavy-set frame. His face was grim, fists clenched by his sides. The blood ran cold in my veins and I struggled to breathe. Alpha Wyatt and his pack had been picking away at our borders ever since the death of my late husband Mason. He had been Alpha of the Meridian pack just like his father and grandfather before, never a kind leader but my Alpha nonetheless. He had chosen me at the tender age of 13 during my first Spring gathering and waited until I was 17 to marry. He had been brutal in the marriage bed and cold every other moment but I found a way to survive him. Such was fate that he ended his life prematurely in a motorcycle accident of all things, leaving me a widow at just 22 years old with a pack to lead. And ever since his death, packs from across The South had been making the journey to our isolated base in Meridian, Mississippi to test our strength. The most successf
The happy chirping of birds woke me up at the ungodly hour of 5am, not that I had been sleeping much anyway. Immediately after I had submitted to Alpha Wyatt, the battle had been declared for him and I had been dragged back to the Alpha mansion of pack Meridian. With one notable exception; he had booted me from my own quarters and taken the Alpha’s room for himself. Every day my hatred for the conceited Alpha grew and I was sure my rage would kill me long before he found a way to. Locking me away in Omega quarters was just a gesture of goodwill to pack Meridian, a way to smooth the transition as he knew I was beloved by my pack. Through my years of suffering under Alpha Mason pack members would come to pay tribute to him from across the territory and not one ever left without giving thanks for my service. They knew he was a cruel motherfucker, and they also knew I suffered many beatings for stepping in on their behalf on pack matters. That was loyalty Alpha Wyatt would not understand.
My hands trembled as I curled my long silver hair into cascading waves over my shoulders. Alpha Wyatt had sent a blue fitted minidress to my room for me to wear that night which was so tight I couldn’t even wear a bra underneath it. It was a joke at my expense, of course; he had chosen it in the same shade of royal blue that my lingerie the previous day had been. Fucking asshole. If he had hoped to get enjoyment from the figure-hugging garment he would be sorely disappointed. My thick waist length hair flowed down in generous waves, covering my breasts so poorly contained by the fabric you could see the outline of my nipples. I applied dark eye make-up like I was heading into battle with thick liner and black eyeshadow on the top lid and a brushing of liner underneath, forming a point at the side of each eye where they met. I didn’t want to encourage any attention to areas that could be useful to him, thus I decided to forgo lipstick and worse seamless black panties that were unnotic
He furiously rammed his cock into me as deep as it would go, pausing briefly after each thrust, savouring the moment. He kept his eyes on my face as I jolted from his movements. “From this moment on, you are my Luna. You belong…to me!” he panted. “You will accept me as your Alpha and serve”. I kept my face a mask of fury and stared right back at him, my dark orange wolf eyes burning away the grey. It was taking all I could to not moan into the dawn. His large cock filled me completely, triggering feelings I had never experienced with Mason. A shockwave of pleasure pulsated from my pussy across all my nerve endings and I felt on the cusp of an orgasm. He pulled my legs over his shoulders and kept pummelling his hips into mine, and I couldn’t help but gasp as he reached even deeper than before. “Give in to it” he murmured, hot breath tickling my ear. “No” I said shakily, defiant until the end. “I have taken you, it’s over. You don’t need to fight me anymore” he said, voice heavy fro
“Thought you could hide in there forever, little she-wolf?” he raged, “there is nowhere you can go that I won’t find you!”. I gasped for air, still in shock. The impact of his body hitting mine had completely winded me and I struggled to find my voice. “Fuck…you” I whispered breathlessly, glaring at him defiantly with my glowing orange wolf eyes. He snarled in response and extended his canines, his own eyes glowing bright in return. Rather than submitting, I extended my own fangs and snapped up in his direction. He closed his hand around my throat and leaned back, scowling down at me with those piercing blue eyes. I glanced down briefly at his impressive torso and caught my own bosom out of the corner of my eye heaving up and down as my lungs fought for oxygen. He narrowed his eyes and set his face in a dangerous expression that chilled me to the core. “You just don’t give up, do you she-wolf? No matter. I will fuck you, use you as I please and punish you for as long as I have to.
I spent that night on the floor, tossing and turning to find a comfortable position that wouldn’t anger my bruised buttocks. Wyatt had slipped into bed after our last exchange and left the duvet flung aside as an invitation, which I had no qualms rejecting after last night. Marry him? Seriously? I shook my head in disbelief. He was adding insult to injury. This man would bind me to him under the laws of humans and wolves, using the opportunity to parade his new toy in front of all seven packs he ruled over. Well. I could guaran-damn-tee I would not be at that alter to greet him. I sat up gingerly, wincing as my backside took the weight of my body. He wasn’t in the bed but I could still smell him everywhere-he couldn’t have been gone long. Something caught my eye and caused me to do a double-take. Wyatt's car keys shimmered silver in the morning sun on his bedside table. Adrenaline pulsed through my veins; these keys would open a huge black Chevy pick-up currently parked just outs
It was almost 6pm when Selina turfed me out in front of the Alpha Mansion straight into the care of four of Wyatt’s most trusted men; Carter, Hunter and Jared alongside another who I hadn’t cared to ask the name of. “C’mon, Luna” Carter mumbled gruffly, hanging back to follow me up the stairs. Whatever Wyatt had told the guys had clearly prepared them for the worst. They surrounded me in every direction, none more than a half step away from me. “Fuck you” I snarled, storming past them all up to the door and hurling it open. Immediately the intoxicating smell of roast chicken hit my nose and I salivated. I hadn’t eaten since a few rushed bites of toast in the morning and my stomach was done waiting to be satiated. I followed the scent of food all the way to the formal dining room and hesitated for just a moment, acknowledging it could be a trap before swiftly deciding I didn’t care if it meant a hot meal, and barged in. Of course he was there, sitting at the head of the table. Waiti
“Alpha!” A loud, urgent banging on the door preceded Carter, Wyatt’s Beta, rushing in looking distressed. His eyes searched the room and he visibly gaped when he saw the state of us; both me and Wyatt were drenched in blood and wine, my eye already swelling from the blow to my face and his shirt torn from where I had stabbed him. We were both panting, fangs out, eyes aglow ready for the next round. “Ah…Alpha?” Carter stuttered, unsure of what to do. “What is it?!” Wyatt hissed. “’I’m busy house training our Luna here. Can it wait?”. “No, my Alpha. There has been another attack on the Philadelphia pack, this time three of our wolves have gone missing”, he jabbered nervously. Wyatt looked down at me and mischievous grin took over his face. “Well, Nova. Looks like I’m going on a little road trip up north. Seems our…discussion, will have to wait until I get back”. He flashed eyebrows at me before walking over to Carter and they began whispering feverishly between themselves. I stood