“Isla, hun, we’re here” Mr. Andrews spoke softly as he tapped my shoulder. Stretching my arms up as I yawn, I take in my surroundings. Outside the bus is a massive building, which must be the packhouse. This packhouse was far more elegant compared to the packhouse I grew up in.
This place looked like a fancy hotel. Three stories, stonework from the ground up, rich wood doors and windows. Wow, I thought to myself.
Glancing down, my shin is all healed so I grab my satchel, and make my way off the bus. Standing out front of the packhouse was a statuesque blonde-haired man. He must be a ranked member by the size of him and his muscles. Well if I’m going to live here, at least the sights will be nice. His lips curled up in a smile that showed his white teeth that contrasted against his lightly tanned skin.
“Welcome to Clear Creek! I am Beta Grayson and we are so very happy to have you here. I’ll take you inside, show you around the common areas and get you set up with your pack sponsors” he said. “Follow me”. Yessir, I will follow you anywhere. I thought to myself.
Stepping through the large double wooden doors into a foyer. Wow. This place was so cozy and inviting. Warm tan walls, exposed wood beams, high vaulted ceilings. In the common room was a large stone fireplace, and leather couches scattered around the marble floors.
Beta Grayson walked us from the common room to a game room, the main hall, various conference rooms, a large industrial kitchen, communal showers, guest bunks, and offices. Entering one of the conference rooms we gathered around the table as he started talking again.
“You all have access to pack house ground level anytime you need it. Doors are locked up after 9 at night but the intercom system is always monitored. This is your home now, all we ask of you right now is to fill out some basic details here for pack records, then we will set you up with your sponsors. Tonight is the welcoming ceremony, you will all have time to get settled before then.”
Frowning as I looked down at the form in front of me, I didn’t want to answer much. I don’t want anyone here to take pity on me. The poor she-wolf from a broken home, no this is supposed to be my fresh start. I get it, they just want to be able to get medical records, family hierarchy, and such from previous packs. Heck, I don’t think Cedar Falls or the TRTC ever fully got my records. If I leave it blank, they’ll ask more questions, I’ll just give the basics, and then maybe they won’t pry too much.
Former pack- Cedar Falls, Blood Oak.
Family Ranking - Beta/Warrior.
Family in other packs- none.
Wolf Color- gray.
There were more questions about family and contacts and about our desires for the pack and such but this was enough. Looking around the room I see Beta Grayson introducing the three other shifters that came to Clear Creek with me to their sponsors. A geeky-looking guy named Steve was to work in the tech security division, a sweet and shy gal name Suzie was to be kitchen staff, and a douche kid named Kyle was going to the accounting department. Kyle was friends with Kyson, trash personalities attract other trash I guess. As they all slowly made their way out of the conference room, it was just me left. I didn’t see any more people here to be my sponsor. Great, no one wanted me here either. Thanks, Goddess.
I kept my eyes on the floor as I sat picking at the skin around my nails, fighting back the anxiety that was growing inside me. “Well, should we get you to your quarters?” Beta Grayson said looking down at me.
Looking up at him, he must have seen the questions in my eyes. “You will be living on the second level here at the pack house along with the other warriors that are un-mated. I am in charge of patrol schedules and training, along with Alpha Zac of course. If you need anything, I am your guy.” Beta Grayson motioned for me to follow him.
As we walked out of the conference room and made our way to the second floor he further explained the layout of the packhouse. “The second floor is for warriors as I mentioned, there is a common room over there, a laundry through here and each suite has its bathroom.” Pointing at a set of stairs, “The third floor is where myself and Alpha Zac live. Your room will be right here.” He said, opening a door near the stairs. “Go ahead, make yourself at home, your patrol and training schedules are on the desk. I have some business to attend to, I’ll be downstairs if you need anything at all Isla.” He said kindly as he closed the door behind him.
The room was way nicer than the one I had at TRTC. A large bed with plush bedding, a walk-in closet, and even my tv mounted above the desk. The bathroom was equally as nice as a roomy shower with glass doors across from a vanity surrounded by lights. I decided to take a stroll through the second floor to pass the time. Walking down the hall, I admired the interior, this was nothing like the pack house at Blood Oak. Blood Oaks’s packhouse was less homey, white and black were the only colors. It was also only one floor with a common area in the center.
My father was the Beta for the Blood Oak pack. Life wasn’t always terrible there, it was mostly good until my mom died. My mom died while on patrol when some rogues attacked, I was eight at the time. After that dad was never the same, the grief changed him, it changed everything.
A cold chill ran through my spine, shaking away the painful memories, I headed back to my room. A nap would be nice before the ceremony tonight.
The patrol had nothing to report, which is a relief before we head into the ceremony tonight. Making my way through the packhouse to my room, my wolf pushes forward stopping me on the second floor. Something smells delicious, and sweet, like honey and cinnamon. Mhmmm. Someone must have gone to the bakery after the shift. After a quick shower, I tug on some jeans and a nice button-up shirt. My dad was always one for a suit or slacks at the least. That just isn’t my style, I don’t dig the formal look, I like to look professional but approachable. I decided when I became Alpha to not be one of the stuffy ones, to treat my pack as my father did, like family. No need to instill fear into them, they should respect me because of the way I lead and how I act, not because they are scared I will throw them in the cells and beat them. Rolling my sleeves up, I spray a bit of mousse on my hand and waggle my hands through my hair. Rinsing my hands as I glance at my reflection, I’d say I look re
Sitting at a table with Kyle, Steve, Suzie, and Grayson I cannot stop myself from staring at Alpha Zac as he addresses the pack. I thought Grayson was delicious-looking, but fuck he was just a snack compared to Alpha Zac. He is built like a sex god. He was at least a foot taller than me, with chocolate brown hair that was perfectly tousled. Longer on the top, short on the sides. Piercing blue eyes, the same color as the rivers around us. A slight bit of scruff was neatly outlined on his sharp jawline. I could see every budging muscle under his dress shirt. Corded forearms were showing as his sleeves were rolled back. He wasn’t an Alpha that stayed inside behind a desk, no, his skin glowed with a tan that had to be earned from working in the sun. I’d like to climb him like a tree. I shake the thought from my head. Who am I kidding? Like he would ever be interested in me. I attract weirdos like Kyson… and Kyle apparently because he is sitting across from me waggling his eyebrows
I had just sat down on the couch in my office with a whiskey in my hand when a light knock came at the door. “Come In,” I said. Fiona walked into a file folder in her hand. “Alpha” she purred, tossing the folder down and making her way toward me. She wasted no time dropping straight to her knees in front of me. I could smell her arousal as my jeans started to get tight. She ran her hands up my thighs, reaching my waistband. She licked her lips and fluttered her eyelashes as her hands started undoing my belt and jeans. Slowly she freed my hardening cock, her eyes filled with lust. I tipped back my glass, finishing my whiskey in one gulp, and setting the glass down. I ran my hand through my hair right as she swirled her soft tongue around my shaft. Fuck that felt good. I lean back, relaxing on the sofa. Fiona takes her time easing her mouth over my cock while her hand starts to pump. Finding a rhythm, she starts bobbing her head, twisting and pumping her hands over my full erection.
I don’t even remember falling asleep when I am jolted awake by the blaring of my alarm clock. Today is my first day of training and after that encounter last night, I better be on my best behavior. I can’t believe my nerve of Kyle. Who does he think he is, trying to answer for me and at that making it seem like we were involved? He was the last guy I’d want in my room. Turning the knob of the hot water in the shower on, I strip down. I catch a glimpse of the light pink raised keloid scars on my back in the mirror. Trouble is the last thing I want to be in today. Reaching in and testing the water, it's perfect. I step in, letting my body relax as the warm water wraps me up and I close my eyes. My mind starts to wander back to what I saw last night…Alpha Zac’s huge appendage was out on full display. I didn’t realize he had a girlfriend, couldn't be his mate, they weren't marked. His rock-hard cock consumes my mind as my hand trails down to my wet slit. I didn’t get to look long but
“Isla, come in, close the door and take a seat,” I say motioning to the leather chairs across my desk from me. I take a minute to appreciate this gorgeous auburn goddess in front of me. She is still in her workout clothes from training. Her perfect tits are spilling out the top of this black sports bra and the way those leggings hug her juicy ass has me sporting a semi. She sure as hell showed why she is here as a warrior, all my doubts surrounding her size are well gone. I must be staring well too long because she speaks first. “Al-Alpha, I apologize for the uh, interruption last night, it was a misunderstanding and won't happen again” I can smell her fear, does she think she is going to get punished for this? “Well that is not the reason I called you in here, but it would be appreciated if you kept your socializing to your room and didn't enter my office without knocking “ Her cheeks flash pink, “Yes Alpha” she nods. Turning back to the paper on my desk, I clear my throat and s
The last few days have been a blur. I have spent so much time on calls with The Great Council getting as up-to-speed on Isla’s dad as I could be. My wolf and I were still so angry at the thought of Isla being beaten almost to death. Who does that to a child, their child, a child with no wolf to heal her? It does answer the question of her scarring. I get chills thinking of all those scars. Each scar was an everlasting reminder of a beating she took, the pain she had to bare. Did it go on for years? Did Alpha Damon know? Surely he didn’t. What kind of sick fuck would let that go on in their pack? I have not yet had to hand down any severe punishments in my pack but I know that for certain I wouldn’t have stood by and let that happen. I have Grayson reviewing all patrol schedules to ensure there are no week spots in the coming future. Alpha Garret said he would let us know the day of transport, but due to security measures he couldn’t give more advance notice. We were going t
Audrie and I continue to meet downtown at a quaint little coffee shop before our patrol shits. Luckily she is an even bigger caffeine addict than I am. It’s during these times when she has been spilling all the pack tea - it’s nice, even if it is gossip it makes me feel so much more connected here. I tried not to be so obvious about my interest in Beta Grayson or Alpha Zac, but Audrie saw right through me. Busted. Alpha Zac and Fiona are not mates, nor are they even dating. I guess he is a “nice” guy but tends to be a playboy. Shit, with the way he looks and the energy he oozes, I’m not surprised, hell he has been the starring role in my recent shower releases. Grayson is close to the same but much more discrete. However, Audrie has experience with Grayson. She tells me about a hot and steamy hook-up they had outside of this Club on the outskirts of Clear Creek. Audrie also tells me all about her and her family. They have been part of this pack for a few generations, her pare
“HAPPPY BIRTHDAAAAY” they yell out as we clink our shot glasses together. I throw back the tequila and feel it burn all the way down to my stomach. This has to be my sixth? Seventh? shot..I’ve lost track, but the buzz I’m riding is supreme. Audrie makes her way back to the dance floor with Connor and Liz. Paul and Anna go back to the shameless flirting they have been doing all night. “So how’s it feel birthday girl?” Tate says turning to rest his back on the bar. “Well right now I feel great!!” I giggle. “Haha, I think that might be the tequila talking,” He says. “Nah, I’m good, I feel free.This is the first birthday since my Grandma died I’ve even celebrated” I respond. I see a tinge of sadness dance across his eyes. I hate that, I hate pity. “Isla, I’m sor..” he started. “Nope, nope, nope! We are having fun and that sentence doesn’t sound fun” I interrupt him. “ I am going to grab some air, that tequila has got me sweating!” I say and I head toward the door. Steppi