3: A GOOD DICK-DOWN

“Kitty, as in Kitten? I like it,” he whispered, and she smiled. He was the most beautiful man she had ever seen. She wished to give him every one of her holes if he would have them. She would let him fuck her in every which way he wanted. She never felt that way about anyone but Mitch. Kitty was horny, and she had to stop herself from begging him to fuck her right there in the parking lot. She saw that he seemed uncomfortable. He was smelling the air as his eyes got a bit dark. He swallowed hard, sniffing the air like an animal.

The werewolf king followed Katherine and her friends to the bar, masking his scent to avoid being detected by any other werewolves around. But as soon as he spotted Katherine sitting on another wolf's lap, he unmasked it just for a bit as a warning that he was there. The young werewolf detected the smell of the werewolf king, but it was faint and he thought he had imagined it.

“What's your name?” Katherine questioned. Her question broke him out of his trance.

“Ah, right. It's Alph -Umm James, but everyone calls me Jim,” he smiled, but still had his eyes surveying the area, just in case.

“Well, it's a pleasure to meet you, Jim,” Kitty licked her lips seductively, but James didn’t catch on.

“You too Kitty. Let's go inside." James quickly scanned the area with his eyes again, but he saw nothing out of the ordinary.

“OK, let's go inside then,” Katherine nodded her head in response, and she quickly took James's hand, catching him off guard. They both headed inside. Katherine spotted Marla, and she hurried over to her. “Where's Cassie and Cherry?” She asked.

“Beats me. The two of them got into a heated argument, and then they sped off dramatically and headed in the back,” Marla pointed to the rear as she explained to Katherine what transpired. Katherine excused herself from James's company, and then she headed to find her friends.

James, however, went to find his best friend. He spotted him dancing with a bleach-blonde bimbo. His friend saw James too.

“Hey bro,” his friend greeted as he hurried over and hugged James.

“Hey, Mitch. I'm glad to see you're still popular with the ladies,” James eyes the blonde. The two guys moved to sit in the privacy of the VIP booth. Mitch noticed the females looking at James hungrily, drooling like love-struck puppies. Mitch was so used to being the centre of everyone's attention, with his dark chocolate skin and muscular frame, that he found it fascinating when he was not.

“And I see you are still searching for your mate. You do realize it's the 21st century. Mates are a myth our parents told us to keep the peace among us werewolves,” Mitch laughed. He smelt that James was still a virgin. James ignored his statement.

“So you are dating the blonde girl?” James asked.

“Yes. I intend to take her as my mate after we graduate. You know I will soon take over the Alpha position. My parents are dying to retire,” Mitch explained.

“But isn’t she human?” James questioned.

“Yes. But she’s great,” Mitch sighed. “I plan to tell her about us when I ask her to marry me.”

Mitch Brownpaw was the Alpha's son and the future Alpha of the Cerulean Moon Pack. They were also the third-strongest pack in the country, but they only had 3500 wolves, whereas Alpha James had 10,000 werewolves in his pack, the Crimson Flame Pack.

“Lucky you. At least you get to live as a teenager. I have been the Alpha of my pack for 5 years now. Since I was 15,” James flexed his cheek muscles as he remembered the reasons he had to step in so early. His parents died in a rogue attack, so he took up his role as Alpha immediately. But he was sad because he was twenty and hadn't found his mate yet. It was the way of the Moon Goddess, and many other packs like Mitch's pack didn't live by the way of the Moon Goddess any more. James' pack was very ancient, going back to the first werewolves. They lived by the old rules and still worshipped the Moon Goddess. He exhaled. “Tell me, don't you want to find your real mate?”

“Sexual attraction is the tingles they talked about as mate bond all those years ago. Gretchen is close enough for me. I love her and I will do anything for her.” Mitch answered.

“OK,” James sighed, feeling sorry for the lost wolf.

“So how long are you in town?” Mitch asked.

“I can only stay for a few weeks to a month, at least until I help get your borders safe,” James responded.

“Thanks, man. You're the best. My parents know they can always count on you and your pack,” Mitch replied.

“OK. I am heading to your packhouse now. I need to talk over some business with your father,” James let out.

“OK, Jim, but whatever you do, don't tell my parents that I am at a club,” Mitch begged.

“Sure,” James laughed before he left. Mitch went to search for Gretchen.

Meanwhile, Katherine was at the bar getting shitfaced drunk after what she had witnessed around the back. She was there at the bar for around fifteen minutes, throwing back shot after shot, sinking in her thoughts when she was distracted by a commotion taking place in the centre.

“I am not your property, Mitch. I can kiss whoever I want to,” Gretchen shouted. She was in the arms of another man.

“You are drunk, and you don't know what you are saying,” Mitch said sternly.

“Maybe I am drunk, but I still wish to end—whatever this is. I don't love you, I never have. You were just a way for me to get popular. I am in love with someone else,” Gretchen slurred.

“This loser right here?” Mitch asked pointing to the man wearing the mullet hairstyle.

“No, no. He is just fun for now until my love leaves his wife,” Gretchen held on to the man’s arm.

“Do you hear yourself?” Mitch was getting angry, too angry. He ran towards the back with his eyes closed.

“Run Mitch, that's all you do. Run away when shit gets real,” Gretchen yelled.

Katherine felt bad for Mitch. She had some alcohol in her system, so she got brave and followed him around the back. With Gretchen out of the picture, maybe Mitch might see her in a different light.

It was 1:15 am. She would love a good dick-down to start her birthday in style.