Book 3 - Chapter 3

TYSON

If I were being completely honest, it was nice being away from my pack for once. That place could be so suffocating most of the time. I mean, my grandfather was a complete dick, and my dad wasn't much better. It's like they say, alphas always have to be in charge, and more than one alpha is volatile—an explosion just waiting to go off. In the case of my pack, there were three of us, which made the whole thing pretty combustible. I'm actually surprised we hadn't battled it to the death yet.

Granted, things weren’t exactly smooth sailing coming to Alpha Blake's pack either. We were still two alphas with competing personalities, but it was better than dealing with my father and grandfather. Blake was pretty reasonable and wasn't hell-bent on making my life miserable. Although, I'm pretty sure Blake wanted nothing to do with me coming to his pack to "check things out". But he was desperate to make his mate's family happy, so he agreed to the arrangement for the summer. That worked out great for me—I got a vacation from my family and I had some things I had to take care of on the east coast anyway.

I was technically supposed to be reviewing all of Blake's training programs and warriors to make sure they were up to par. But I didn't really give a shit. I was much more interested in getting some fresh pussy.

I couldn't lie, Blake's pack had some really nice pussy. I hadn't been here long but already met plenty of girls that were more than willing to spread their legs for an alpha. That guy must have really slain before he met my cousin. These girls were so slutty, especially for religious girls, and especially compared to my pack which was a lot stricter and more conservative. Girls back home at least liked to pretend they were pure. Challenges were fun, but there was something so sweet about a girl who was easy.

I loved uninhibited girls, especially if they were thick and curvy. That's the other thing—I liked a little cushion for the pushin' as they say. I loved meeting a woman with T and A, and thighs I could grab onto. Goddess, was there anything nicer than that, than a woman who could keep you warm all night?

One Saturday night, in mid-May, while in my wolf form, I was deep in thought about such intellectual subject matters when a familiar scent cut through the woodsy scent of pine, moss, and wet wood, and entered my nostrils. It both delighted and infuriated me simultaneously. If I had to be honest, it was the kind of scent someone dreamed about, better than anything I'd ever smelled before—a sweet, musky scent, maybe patchouli or cinnamon; no, something very unique. Some sort of amazing perfume that I had to know the name of. But it also reminded me of the biggest bitch I'd ever met in my life—the cunt that had been wearing it the day I first smelled it.

Still, I followed the fragrance, intoxicated by it, wondering where it was coming from, completely distracting me from my run of the patrol stations I was supposed to be doing. It led me through the woods until I spotted her—her strawberry blonde hair and pale skin illuminated by the moonlight, completely naked. Not wanting to approach her in that state, I instead acted like a creepy peeping Tom and hid behind some pine trees, my eyes unable to leave her body. Shit. If there was a perfect female body that existed, I was suddenly in presence of it. Her ass was big and round—better than ones I'd seen in rap music videos and on I*******m models. Her tits were spectacular—probably too large for even my large hands to handle. And she had a perfect hourglass shape, with a soft belly that dipped inwards on the sides, proportionate to her thick, beautiful thighs and hips—the types of hips I could just imagine grabbing onto as I took her from behind.

Goddess, as infuriating as she was, she was also completely mesmerizing. I didn't know why she had ended up here, completely bare in the middle of the woods at midnight, but, Goddess, what a sight. This had to be a dream. I had never seen such a perfect woman in my life.

And—fuck—I was such a creep, just staring at her, unable to avert my eyes. It wasn’t like me to do this. Yes, I was a horn dog, but I wasn't the type that did things without consent. I'd been raised better than that. I had a mom and a sister. And if some creep was staring at one of them like I was at her at that moment, they'd be lucky to be alive.

I was about to turn away when she suddenly fell to her knees, the metallic smell of blood blowing toward me and drawing my eyes to a red stream trickling from her nose. What was happening to her? Tears spilled from her eyes, an agonized expression on her face, and her limbs trembling.

Without thinking, I rushed to her, needing to make sure she was okay. Something deep within me compelled me. I was no longer myself but my wolf, my protector instincts in full gear.

Unable to mindlink with someone not in my pack, I quickly shifted into my human form, got down on my knees, and pulled her body toward mine, cradling her. "Are you okay?" I asked, locking eyes with hers.

Her hazel eyes widened, and her mouth fell open, a quiet gasp fleeing her mouth. It didn't escape me that we were both completely naked while I was holding her in a very intimate way, the clammy skin of her torso against mine.

"Please don't hurt me," she cried out, her eyelids sagging. Something about holding her felt so natural and so perfect that I almost forgot how much she'd pissed me off that day I'd met her and she'd called me a chipmunk fucker. I mean, seriously, who does that? And who the fuck would say that to an alpha? But now she was so vulnerable, I found myself both deeply sympathetic to her situation and oddly endeared.

"We need to go to the clinic." My heart beat frantically, a protective feeling emerging from deep within.

"No!" she screamed out, feebly pushing her palms against my chest.

"You're hurt though," I tried to reason with her.

"Please don't take me to the clinic," she slurred. "Please. My mom's best friend is a nurse there and she'll know."

"Know what?"

"Please, just leave me here. I'll be okay."

"I can't just leave you." As I said that, her eyes drooped closed and her body went limp in my arms. I checked to make sure she was still breathing. Should I follow her request? As I weight the pros and cons, I noticed a jar on the ground next to us. I stretched my arm out to bring it to my nose and smelled it, but was unable to distinguish what it was. Some sort of plant maybe? Nothing I'd ever smelled before. Had she eaten whatever had been inside?

I sighed to myself. There was clearly something she didn't want her mom to know. I could relate, constantly keeping secrets from my own overbearing parents. In the end, I decided to just take her back to the packhouse, not knowing where else I could bring her. Certainly, her wolf would heal her of whatever ailment had been inflicted on her.

I found her clothes laying on a rock nearby, which I put back on her. As I slid her panties up her thighs, I again felt like such a creep, especially as I couldn't help but be completely turned on by what I was doing. But, still, I had to get points for being a gentleman. I had dressed her. Certainly, it would have been much worse had I left her naked.

I shifted back into my wolf form, and flipped her on my back into a wolfman's carry, running her back to the packhouse. Everyone was already asleep when I got there. Not knowing where else to deposit her, I brought her into my room and placed her on the guestroom bed. I then wet a washcloth and gently wiped the blood from her face that had trickled out of her nose. She did have a very beautiful face, with cute little freckles dotting her nose and pouty pink lips—very kissable lips.

While indoors, her perfume penetrated the air around me, so much stronger like the first time I saw her. When she woke, I'd have to ask her what it was. It had to be the most amazing thing I'd ever smelled. I leaned closer, getting a good sniff of her neck, and then forced myself to walk away. I had to stop being creepy, taking advantage of a passed-out girl. I mean, seriously, I was a lot of things, but a rapist was not one of them.

I then sprinted back out of the packhouse, and continued my patrol run, not able to stop thinking about her. I'd never obsessed over someone so much in my life. Even after that day in that witch shop. After all that shit she'd spat at me—normally I just forgot someone worthless like that immediately. But something about her had buried itself within me, her words cutting much deeper than they definitely should have. And now—fuck! Now I wanted nothing more than to, well, bury my cock inside her, fuck her in every position that was physically possible, defile her amazing body, come on her size G tits (oh, did I mention I snuck a peek at her bra size—yep, total creep! But holy shit, I didn't even know such a bra size existed!).

And as much as my whole body was begging for me to crawl into bed with her when I got back, I stayed the gentlemanly course, and instead crawled onto the alpha living room couch, falling asleep there. But not before my hand found its way to my cock, rock hard from the evening. I rubbed it vigorously, playing out all my fantasies in my mind. And when I came onto my abs, wiping it off with one of my socks, it wasn't long before the dirty thoughts entered my mind again.

The only thing I knew for sure was that this fucking infuriating man-hating bitch had gotten me obsessed and horny as hell in a way no other woman ever had.