5 months later… Today is the day. ¡POR FIN! (FINALLY!) Today is the day that Hakeem comes home. Goddess, these last five months have been absolute hell. I have missed him with every fiber of my being. My wolf whines in my head at night and I have to sleep with a pillow wearing his shirt while playing a tape of his voice to get to sleep. I sound like a lovesick pup, but it’s the only way that my wolf will relax enough to sleep. Hakeem has to do the same thing. It’s a bit pathetic. But needs must. I’m standing at the terminal gate with all of Hakeem’s family waiting for him to come walking down the hall. I had wanted to pick him up in California, which is where he had been shipped back to so he could finish his last month of his enlistment stateside, but his parents, Sha-Tira and Rahim, had insisted on seeing him first. I can’t go pissing off the in-laws, so here we are. His plane had just landed and we are waiting for him to get off. His younger brother and sister, Ra
10 months later… “So, what you’re telling me is that despite repeated warning about how much this could hurt our entire pack, how this put not only my life, but both of my mates’ lives at risk, you still thought that it would be a good idea for you to be in contact with your nephew, the former delta of a pack that we don’t have an alliance with? ¿Es eso cierto? (Is that right?)” I’m livid, though my casual tone and demeanor don’t let on. No, I think that the only people that can tell exactly how angry I am are my mate and the members of my leadership. I don’t think that I’ve ever been this upset with a pack member in my entire life. Xavier Frontída, one of the fiercest and most loyal pack members, is standing before me telling me that he defied the order that I set down at the beginning of my alpha rule not to have interactions with other packs. Well, I had thought that he was loyal. Now I find out that he’s been talking about what’s been going on with our pack to his old
Gael and I have to leave extremely early in the morning in order to make it to the Artemis pack by a halfway decent time. Ugh, I hate early mornings. “Come on, Tesoro. We have to get up. We have things to do. People to see. And…I think that nuestra compañera (our mate) may be there,” Gael whispers in my ear as I lay on the bed. I open my eyes, shooting up in the bed, barely missing headbutting Gael in the face. He chuckles as he moves swiftly out of the way. “How do you know?” I ask, my heart pounding in my chest as I look at him. He shrugs, casual, like this is something that happens every day. “No lo sé. Es sólo algo que siento. Toma. (Don’t know. It’s just something I feel. Here.)” Gael places his hand over his heart and an excited smile comes to his face. I stare at him for a second before throwing off the covers and climbing out of bed. “Then what the fuck are we waiting for? Let me hop in the shower. We can grab breakfast on the way.” I’m heading to
5 years old… “Forty-eight…Forty-nine…Fifty. Ready or not, here I come!” I call out to my friends, Devin, Zak, and Brandon. We’re in the woods behind the packhouse, a place that we go all the time to play, especially when our mommies are having their weekly picnic lunch at the edge of the forest. Mommy, and Luna Clara, and Auntie Lauren, and Auntie Christine get together every Tuesday at lunch to discuss pack business. They are important she-wolves in our pack because they are mated to our daddies, who are in charge of the pack. I think that it’s really cool that the she-wolves have important things to do, too. But, I don’t really want my mommy’s job. She works with the younger wolves, the ones that are getting ready to turn or have just gotten their wolves. I want to be like Daddy. He’s a warrior, the best one in our pack. Nobody can beat Daddy, not even Alpha Jared. That’s what I want to do when I grow up. That’s why I’m glad that Alpha Jared said that I would take Dad
Age 7… “That’s it! Good job, Charlie! Keep your arm up, Devin. Just a little higher, Zak! Just like that, good! Brandon, I could drive a car through the hole you’ve got in your defense. You’re using that arm to block your face, not just cause it looks pretty!” Delta Alistar calls to us. I have to call him Delta when he’s on the training field. Not allowed to call him Uncle Allie out here. He’s running us through our defensive poses. We have to hold them up so that our muscles remember the pose. We have to build up the lactic acid in our muscles. “That’ll help your muscles know what to do when you really need them!” Delta Alistar always says. “You don’t want to have to pause to remember where to put your hands when a rogue is attacking the pack.” I mean, I guess that he’s not wrong, but come on! We do this for the first 30 minutes of training. EVERY DAY! I’d rather be working on hitting something. I’d rather be running laps. Hell, I’d rather be doing burpees. An
Age 13… “Dude, did you hear that fart that Rosetti let out when he went to the board? I thought that he was gonna float off of the floor?” I say, laughing my ass off as Brandon and I walk through the woods, headed towards our favorite spot, the waterfall. We’re going to meet Dev and Charlie after Dev finishes up with his group for a project and Charlie finishes with cheerleading. “I know, right?! And he just acted like it didn’t happen. Like he wasn’t in a room of teenage werewolves that would have heard it. I almost pissed myself trying not to laugh!” Brandon guffaws, having to stop and lean against a tree as he tries to catch his breath. “I think that Dev did!” That just sends Brandon into another bout of laughter which takes several minutes for him to get himself together long enough for us to keep walking. We finally get walking again, talking about random shit: the math test we had on Monday, our group project that he and I were paired for and had already finished, and
Age 13… “Race you to the orchard post!” I call over my shoulder to Dev. “You’re on!” he cries and we take off. It’s an off day for Dev and I, a rare Saturday for us to hang out while our father’s are on a trip to an allied pack. Brandon and Zak actually went with them and Alpha Jared while Beta Carl is in charge of the pack. They’ll be back by tomorrow morning, so it’s not like it’s going to last long. Still, it’s nice to have some time with Dev not training. Our dads still gave us a list of things that they wanted us to complete though, so I guess it’s not quite a day completely off. Nothing huge. We were supposed to run the 10 mile track that goes through the woods for stamina training and spend an hour in the gym doing some strength training. But honestly, that’s so little compared to what we normally do that we’ll have it done before lunch and then can just chill for the rest of the day. That, and we finished all of our homework for the weekend, so we can literall
Age 16… Gus takes a wild swing at me, but I block it and push him away from me. “Stop playing with him, Charlie! Knock him the fuck out. I wanna get to the dining hall before all of Maisie’s hummingbird cake is gone!” Brandon screams at me. I smile, though it’s more of a baring of teeth at my opponent. I know that I can take Gus easily, but I have a rule that I go by. I don’t start the beat down until they land a legitimate blow. Once that’s landed, all bets are off. “Get him to actually land a punch and then I’ll get you to Maisie’s cake in record time, Brandon!” “Bitch!” Gus growls out at me. There’s a low growl from the sidelines and we both look at Zak as his wolf flickers in his eyes. I got this, I mindlink to him. All three of my best friends and I have gotten our wolves within the last six months and they sometimes show up with very little provocation. Though, it has never taken much for Zak to come to my aid if someone says even the slightest negative thing about
Age 21… Charlie closes the door, cackling as Rose leaves after introducing our playroom to us. “I thought that you would have an apoplectic fit with all of the innuendos that Rose kept saying - “ She starts, but I spin her around and push her body into the wall. I kiss her hard and fast, knowing that my erection is digging into her stomach. She moans into my mouth, immediately responding to my touch. The fated sparks bloom over my skin as my hands immediately dip under the hem of her shirt and move across her abs and up to cup her tits. Charlie arches her back, pushing her tits further into my hands and I growl, ripping my mouth away from hers and moving down to her matemark. I suck at the marking of our unity. She screams her pleasure, her nails biting into my shoulders. Growling against her skin, I tell her, “Ever since we walked into the playroom and I saw that sex swing, I couldn’t think of anything else. I need you. Now.” “Yes…” she breathes out. I pick her up, wrapp
Age 21… “Darlings! I’m so excited to see you out and about after the mating frenzy! And we’re going to be designing a sex room, I hear? I love it!” That’s Rose. She’s one of the best designers in our pack. And her special penchant? Sex rooms. Because Rose is part owner of The Sanctuary. And as a mating gift for two of her best clients, she will be designing a room for Zak and I. It’s funny that a petite little she-wolf in her 50s would have this type of hobby, but to each their own. And honestly, the rooms at The Sanctuary were gorgeous. Even the dungeons had class and panache. Textures, hidden places, furniture that doubled as cozy and restraints. And the color palates are gorgeous. If anyone will understand what we need in our own playroom, it’s Rose. “Hi, Rose! It’s so good to see you again,” I say, stepping into her arms for a huge hug. “My dear girl! You are positively glowing! Of course you are. I’ve seen what your mate is packing. I’m surprised you can wal
Age 21… “Zak, dude! Calm the fuck down!” Brandon sounded totally exasperated with me, but he can just fuck right off and I tell him so. “We’ll see how you handle everything the day before you become Beta!” I mutter out of the side of my mouth. I have been bouncing off of the walls the whole day. Tomorrow I’m taking up the mantle as Alpha of our pack and Charlie will finally find out that she’s my mate. I have no doubt in my mind that she is. I’ve always known that she will be. But having to wait for her to be sure is killing me. We’ve been dating since her birthday, just over two months. And honestly, it really isn’t that different from the time that we used to spend together, but now I get to kiss her whenever I want. Though I will never say that to her again, because it was apparently a line from the movie, Sweet Home Alabama. As much as I love Charlie and am willing to do anything for her, I think I might poke my eyes out with a fork if I have to watch that again. She
Age 21… “Charlie, calm the fuck down. You’ll be fine. You’re not doing anything life changing or anything. Just committing the rest of your life to taking care of the pack, ya know,” Devin says and he’s lucky that all I can do is throw a hair clip at him while my mom and Luna Clara are doing my hair and makeup. Lauren is painting my toenails and she also threw one of the toe separators at Dev. “If you’re just going to be a pain in the ass, son, you know where the door is.” “Oh, com’on. I’m just trying to lighten the mood. Look! She’s stopped shaking and now she’s just annoyed at me,” he says, laughing. I see Luna Clara in front of me, biting her lip as she tries not to laugh. And I lose it. I can’t hold back my laughter when Luna Clara is laughing too. “You two are incorrigible,” Mom mutters as she curls my hair, but I see a smile tugging at her lips in the mirror. “Why are you in here anyway, Dev? You’ve gotta go get dressed,” Lauren asks him, cutting her eyes at hi
Age 20… “Charlie,” I moan, opening my eyes and see that her lips are wrapped around my morning wood. Her cheeks hollow and she sucks hard, taking me all the way down her throat and causing my fingers to twine in her hair. “Oh, fuck!” I grit out from between my teeth. She swallows as much as she can with my cock rammed down her throat. It causes her throat to squeeze around me. “Charlie! Baby! That feels so fucking good.” She hums along my cock and I’m lost. I can’t hold back my need for this she-wolf. One of my hands fists in her hair, the other moving to the bed to give me leverage as I bend my knees and begin fucking up into her mouth. My head falls back as I’m thrown into heaven. Her mouth is fucking bliss. It feels so amazing to have her lips wrapped around my cock again. She is the only she-wolf that’s ever been able to take my cock down to the base and it is fucking paradise. My thrusts start slow, allowing us both to get used to the feeling of my cock moving in
19 years old… I wake up to the dom walking out the door. Guess that they are heading out to get the stuff for aftercare. Fuck, my entire body is sore from the restraints, but that was the best sex that I’ve had in my entire life. Whoever this mistress is, I want her again. I’ve never felt so much pleasure from a blowjob. The way that she took my cock all the way down her throat, something that no other she-wolf has ever been able to do. Holy fuck, that was amazing. And then watching her ride me. Those deep brown eyes watching me and the way her heavy breasts swung over me. Goddess, how I wanted to dominate her. I’ve been learning how to be a switch for a little over a year. Sometimes, my alpha needs made me have to dominate my partner. But sometimes all of my alpha responsibilities were too much and I needed to have those choices taken from me. I loved watching this she-wolf dominate me, but now I wanted to feel her beneath me. Maybe I could convince her to do anot
Age 20… “Are you sure this is something that you want to do, Charlie?” Adam asks me. He keeps trying to talk me out of it. Says that it’s really hard for those that truly love to be dominated to become a switch and become the dominant. But something within me is telling me that I need to do it. That my matebond will require it. “I’ve told you, Adam. I think that the Goddess is telling me that my mate and I will need for me to be a switch. Him as well.” I look up at him, fluttering my eyelashes as I rest my head on his chest. “And I’ve only got a year until I can find my mate, my sweet dom. I need to learn as much as I can before that.” He chuckles down at me, placing an affectionate kiss on my forehead. “Well, I guess that takes me out of the running for being your mate, pet. I will be the only dominant in my bedroom” His hand runs up my bare side, moving to the see-through lace of my bra. He takes my nipple between his fingers, twisting and pulling it until I moan.
Age 18… I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe I’m doing this. These words repeat over and over in my head as I’m sitting in the client room at “The Sanctuary,” going over the checklist that Dom Adam gave me. It is a week after my 18th birthday, making me an adult in the world of humans and paranormals alike. And my birthday gift to myself is a membership to “The Sanctuary,” a local werewolf BDSM club. Tonight is my first session with my dom and I’m trying really hard to keep myself together. As a werewolf, I have always had a really high sex drive, but once my wolf came at 16, all those plans of saving myself for my mate went out the window. I’m not as strong willed as I thought I would be, especially when I am in love with two of my three best friends and they are constantly in a state of undress around me because of shifting and training. And masturbating and sex toys can only do so much. I’ve been with a few warriors-in-traini
17 years old… Zak! It’s a wailing through the mindlink that wakes me out of a dead sleep. Normally, mindlinks are cut for us when sleeping unless there is an urgency to it, like an attack or a summons from the alpha. But the level in this wail is so painfilled, so desperate, that it breaks through. It takes me a second to realize what woke me, but by then, I’ve already gotten another link. Zak! I need you! It’s Brandon. He’s panicking, sounds like he’s crying. Brandon? Where are you? Are you ok? What’s going on? Questions are popping out a mile a minute, but I’m already jumping out of bed and pulling shorts on. I’m at the waterfall. They’re dead, Zak! Mom and Candy. They’re dead! I fly down the packhouse stairs and run outside. The second I feel the fresh air, I shift. Fuck the shorts. Honestly, fuck everything that isn’t Brandon. I need to get to him as fast as I possibly can. I tear through the forest, making the 20 minute hike in less than 10. I fe