The Beta’s Unexpected Mates

Jack, Seventeen-years-old

"Oh, yes, yes! Harder! Fuck me harder!”

“Fuck, Crissia, you are so fucking tight and wet for me, baby. Is this what you wanted? To be fucked out in the woods? You are still on duty. Someone could see us, aren’t you afraid we would get caught?” I thrust harder into her making her tits jolt with the movement.

I’m not from this pack, so I could care less. This is Greenway Pack, territory of my friend Atticus, the future Alpha. By tomorrow, I will be long gone for anyone to submit any charges.

“I don’t care if we are seen. I want you, Jack. The moment I saw you at the training arena I knew you were the one to claim my virginity.” her breaths are ragged, I got one hand around her neck, securing her in place, yet not tightening enough to cut her air supply.

My chest puffed with pride. I’m only seventeen but I consider myself a catch. I have blonde hair and deep blue eyes, but my best signature is my melting smile. I’m taller than most wolves because of my birth rank. My family are Betas, and I’ll soon inherit the title from Father.

“Do you like this?” I whispered close to her ear. “Yes, Jack, I want this.” Crissia moans. She is a lovely chick, tall and already building a toned body; with light blue eyes and cherry blonde hair she makes a gorgeous warrior. A couple of years older than me, I’m dumbfounded with her revelation.

I remember her from this morning’s training. I thought she was being competitive when she offered to spar with me, but I never suspected the reason behind it. So is a total surprise for me to know she wanted me to take care of her V-card.

She-wolves don’t tend to wait around for their mates; they would be as active as any other ordinary wolf. It’s in our blood to be horny dogs. Is only when we find our fated mates that we settle down and become faithful for the sake of our bond.

When I see the lust in her eyes, I’m a feral creature thrusting mercilessly on her glistening pussy. The smell of blood mixes with her arousal and I’m about to pull out. Afraid I might have injured her. “Don’t you dare walk out of me now, Jack.”

“Are you sure of this?”

“I didn’t know a Beta pup was afraid of a little blood?”

Anger surged within me, and I pinched her puffy nipples. "Argh!” she cried. Her arousal is potent in my nostrils and has me reeling over the precipice. “Hmmm. I’m honored to be the first inside you, taking care of this.” I pat her pussy with my open hand, and that has her squirming and moaning for more. I flick her clit, giving it a little rub with the tip of my fingers. That combined with a few more strokes of my hips, I know “I’m close”, I growl and pull out. Ropes of my sticky seed spurred on the grass.

I don't want to breed any she-wolf.

After a couple of minutes of recomposing ourselves, “Thank you, Jack. That was amazing, just how I imagined my first time would be.” The girl gleamed with happiness as if she had won the ultimate prize when she was the one giving herself to me.

“It was my pleasure. I will never forgive it.” Lies. I would probably forget her as soon as I’m out of this pack. I caressed her chin and gave her a soft kiss on the lip before shifting back into our wolves.

I started running towards the woods again, worried about my friends. Why couldn’t we all share a mind-links? At least that way the four of us could stay connected. I only share min-link with Reese because we are from the same pack.

Moonshine Pack in the west, and the others are from the New Eclipse Pack in the east. We are the remaining packs in Andorra, that’s why we are on Greenway Pack territory today; all packs have an alliance to protect our borders from poachers. They are a threat to werewolves. My Alpha has a good relationship with Alpha Tyson, Atticus’ father. Atticus has been my friend since we started attending the same Academy for ranked wolves.

Tonight is blood moon night. My friend Atticus met his wolf earlier to the astonishment of many, we witnessed a quick and marvelous transformation. I find it unbelievable how Atticus withheld the painful process for the first time. He crouched in all four limbs to sprint into his wolf form in a matter of seconds. He howled at the moon in his magnificent shiny black fur beast.

Soon after, Atticus disappeared into the night leaving us three in the dark. What should I tell Alpha Tyson now that we’ve lost sight of his son in the woods? We had it all planned: Simon, Reese, Atticus and I were supposed to run together to the lake after Atticus’ first shift to celebrate his coming of age. I got my wolf a couple of months ago but it wasn’t under a red moon. It is said that werewolves who gain their wolf under a red moon are blessed by the moon goddess with extra strength and abilities.

Atticus was supposed to wait for us to go to the lake together. Reese’s voice through the mind-linked sounds irritated

I know, right? But I could swear I heard him say, ‘Catch me if you can, suckers,’ before completely transitioning into his wolf. I replied.

Fucking Atticus. The butthead knows that we don’t know this territory. Let’s turn back; I don’t want to get lost out here.

Why not keep running? Maybe you can catch his scent so we can track him. Any clues on where he took off? I questioned Reese, the tracker of the group.

I’m annoyed that Atticus stood us and has not been found.

Sorry, I’m afraid I don’t have a scent to follow. We’ve been searching for half an hour; we better go back and find help. Reese concludes.

Yes, we better go back. I’m starving.

Ha-ha-ha, you are always thinking about food, bro.

You know me: a full belly, a happy heart.

After running further into the woods, we stopped trying to track down Atticus and decided it was best to return to the pack house.

When we reached the front entrance to the pack house, no one greeted us. Fortunately, we knew where the clothes is stores in case of emergencies, it was easy to pick up shorts and t-shirts. Going straight to the kitchens, we noticed Omegas working busy for tonight’s party. As soon as we passed the door to the main hall, the aroma of cupcakes and something else mixed in the air invades my nostrils. I got carried away, just like in the cartoons I watched as a kid, I felt floating instead of walking.

”What do we have here?” I say as soon as I cross the threshold.

”Looks like a little mouse is busing herself.” Reese comments when his gaze falls on a lovely Omega swinging her hips at the beat of music coming from her earphones.

“Shall we eat the cupcakes and blame it on the little mouse?” Simon walks up to me, noticing the girl dancing and singing while washing the dishes. She looks cute in her leggings and skirt that hugs her petite frame. I’m enthralled and not paying attention to him. Instead, I’m curious if she tastes as good as the cupcakes I’m salivating over. If so, I’ll keep her to myself. My wolf's attention i peeked, and I instinctively moisturized the tip of my tongue, sliding a trace over the seams of my lips. It’s a hungry gesture that doesn’t escape her attention. But she is different, I set her a couple of years younger than us.

Before we can move, the girl is aware of the intruders in her kitchen, "Hey! What do you think you’re doing? That’s for tonight. Don’t eat that, gluttons.” She says with great effort, fear in her voice, but determined to confront us. Maybe she doesn’t realize it, but she is not a submissive Omega.

A feisty Omega, you don’t see that often. The voice of my wolf surprised me.

"What did you call us, little mouse?” Reese questions the girl angrily, making her flinch and back away. A growl escapes my lips, furious with my friend for harshly talking to her. I don’t know why I’m protective of her.

"Don’t you know who we are?” Simon asks from the entrance and struts his way into the kitchen.

"Who do you think you are to give us orders, little mouse?” Reese sized her up and down, smacking his tongue in delight at fresh meat.

Blood boiled my veins. "Leave her alone; she’s just a kid.” I intervened. Her alert eyes studied every movement.

"Tsk, you always look out for the most vulnerable, Jax. Is that your mission in life now?” Reese teases.

"What do you plan to do, Jax?” Simon, who had been silent until now, adds.

The girl looks shaken, which is more fun for the boys and me. "Let’s play a little game, shall we?” I looked at Reese, grinning mischievously. It’s not the first time we’ve cornered some random girl to play a little.

"Not so fast, Little Mouse?” My friend gets hold of her arm before she can escape. To my surprise, she puts up a fight, though her efforts are futile. Reese is a brawny redhead, 6′2, and a training enforcer.

“I promise it'll be fun.” I showed her my Cheshire cat smile.