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
16 years old… Hearing Gus call Charlie a bitch, not once, but twice, AND seeing him hit her nearly had my wolf surging out of my body. It was all that Gamma Richard could do to keep me back with his aura. My wolf was clawing at my insides, scrambling to get out as we watched the fucker attempt to hit her over and over again. That is, until she got inside his reach and started beating the shit out of him. Jabs, right hooks, even a fucking round house kick where she jumped at least three feet off of the ground. His nose was broken, blood pouring from cuts on his cheeks and a busted lip, and bruises showing up all around his ribs. The fact that he wouldn’t concede actually fed into my wolf’s need to beat the shit out of him and watching Charlie knock him the fuck out was extremely satisfying. Until I saw Charlie running out of the locker room, naked and crying before she shifted. Dev and Brandon were calling after her, but I immediately shifted, not even bothering to take off
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
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
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.
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… “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