I woke up early. I was one of those anal type of people that could go to bed at one a.m. and still wake up when the alarm rings at four a.m. I stayed the night in my old bedroom. I wanted to participate in pack training while I was on pack grounds.
Sadly, my mother only had one item on my list that I needed to make it through this meeting with Alpha Brock today. She only had long white gloves. Why I thought she would have a brown-haired wig is beyond me. Nor did she ever buy sunglasses. Wolves don’t
have issues with the sun’s glare that humans do. Therefore, there is no need to purchase sunglasses. When I asked my mother for these items, she stared at me like I was crazy and seriously needed a lobotomy.
After training, I ran back up to my room and showered. I was in a hurry to get to the mall when they opened at nine a.m. I still needed to make an appearance at the packhouse for the six-a.m. breakfast with the pack, catch up with some old friends. Gossip about who is now mated and not mated, and who was the first to bare a pup.
Then there is the issue of dressing up in a comfortable suit. I would wear a grey pencil skirt and a white angora sweater, and grey pumps to match the ensemble.
I was learning to change most recently from wearing jeans to wearing dresses more. I hated being the center of attention. I was the teenager that sat in the back of the classroom, wearing baggy jeans, a t-shirt, tennis shoes, and to top it all off, a hoodie which I pulled over my head.
I was the “A” student, the geek.That is the way I liked to be referred to throughout high school, as well as in the university I am now attending. My brothers and sisters seemed to like the attention as they walked down the halls strutting their sexy clothes and pack
members fawned over them. No one realized I was one of those children.
This saved me a lot of headaches, with males hoping to score, or gain a higher position in the pack, by making me their chosen Luna. My goals were outside of this pack, and it wasn’t becoming anyone’s Luna, chosen or with a true mate.
I really don’t think my family has ever seen me dressed up before. Today is going to be a real treat today. In light layers, I brushed my eyelids with silver eyeshadow to match my gray skirt. I had a natural blush on my cheeks, so there was no need for that type of makeup, and I had naturally rosy lips. The last touch was the mascara. The blend was a blackish grey mascara. I twirled in the mirror. I looked amazing.
I have beautiful blonde tresses that lie in curls around my waist. Today I was going to hide this in a wig, but it is so worth it. I don’t need Alpha Blake recognizing me as the clumsy interviewee who is also his mate. I have already slid on my mother’s long formal white gloves. With that, I am ready to take off in my “J” series Jaguar. I kissed my Jag good morning. I hopped into my car and was off to the mall.
Enroute to the mall, I sadly had to pass Alpha Brocks' large glass building. I tried to speed up as I saw that the Alpha himself was outside conversing with his beta. I ducked down so only my eyes could be seen above the steering wheel; I couldn’t let them see me.
Hitting myself on my forehead after I had passed them, I am asking myself how I could have been so stupid?
While at the mall, I had a shoulder-length brunette wig fitted by the attendant for me. After that, I bought a dark pair of sunglasses. I felt pleased with my ingenuity. Laughing to myself, that Alpha would never know who I am.
Today, I am now ready to meet with said Alpha, and his beta. I am my father's intern, along with my brother. Therefore, we all had to be at the meeting to discuss purchasing the building next door.
Getting annoyed about the topic of discussion, which was about wanting to assimilate our small pack with Alpha
Brock as a part of our negotiations.
I had enough and firmly stood up and glared at him directly into the eyes. There is nothing more disrespectful than staring a strong Alpha in the eyes and looking down at him while you demand his retreat from said subject. Something in me thrived off of this
banter between him and I, and I knew I would win.
"Alpha, per capita our pack may be small,. However, we are the richest pack in these states, besides the
royal kingdom itself. Our wolves are well trained and are often recruited into the royal army. Your pack may be large, however small ours is, we are better financially and in any other way and we do not need your pack in the slightest. Now, either give us your blessing to move next door, and we might use your security services in all of our hotels. Otherwise, we can move our building across town onto the human side of town, and use human security services for our
hotels!"
Alpha Brock jumps up angry at my disrespect. My father and brother also jump up, but I raise my hand gesturing to them, letting them know "I Got This". My dad is angry, I can tell, and in our mind-link my father is yelling at me things I am not willing to
answer right now. This is when I block my dad out.
Alpha Brock only understands hardball, and that is what I am going to give him.
Alpha Brock steps in front of me, I don't back away, we are practically nose to nose, and my wolf is having a
sensual fest of images of him in my mind. I had to block her out too.
"You are a very disrespectful she wolf!" He whispers into my ear.
At this point, I remembered he couldn't touch me, or he would know we were mates. I back up, "Alpha, do you welcome us to the neighborhood or not?"
I crossed my arms across my breast, standing firmly.
Instead of answering my questions, Alpha Brock squints his eyes, trying to survey my face under my dark
sunglasses.
"Have we met before?" I saw him wink at me.
That Ass he knows it was me that day. However, he doesn't have proof.
I turned around and as I walked away, looking over my shoulder, I repeated, "Let me know if we are welcome to the neighborhood by tomorrow morning, otherwise our business goes elsewhere." I turned and left the restaurant without even ordering my
meal. I stood outside by my Jag, my baby. Watching the scene inside the restaurant unfold before me. I see my father apologized for his crazy daughter's behavior and Alpha Brock laughed for some reason.
My brother ran out after me, ahead of the rest of them who were still sitting at the table.
“Stephanie, you know dad is fearful he may have to have you committed, right?” He laughed while talking to me. “Stephi, you and I haven’t let our wolves run together in a long time. Why don’t we take them out to play? What do you say, sis?”
I nodded and he ran to the driver’s side of my car, while I refused to give him my keys. This was my baby,
not his. Eventually, I gave into letting my brother drive, as he wouldn’t get out of the driver’s seat.
My brother, unlike my dad, was very intuitive and I am sure he knows that Brock is my mate, and that is the real reason behind my craziness.
My brother and I ran deep into the woods in human form. In this way, we would not be able to be seen by prying eyes, including human eyes.Having gotten far enough away from human life, we stripped off our clothes and started running again, leaping into the air as we shifted. The way our father taught us to do this is something he instilled in us as children. It is very critical if we ever have to defend ourselves.Running and shifting in the same instance are not abilities most wolves possess. While they must shift standing in place, those few minutes can mean the difference between life and death in a war.Both my brother's and my wolves are gold and white, and they share a lot of similarities. When I was a child, my siblings used to tease me about my wolf because her white fur showed where her paws were. As they teased her, they referred to her as socks.One night on a family run, we hid several cans of washable white paint spray behind trees. This is in the area where the family n
The smell of sewer permeated the air, choking the very life out of the wildlife around us, as deer and bears would flee, sensing the danger that was approaching. Rogues weren’t just unhappy wolves that left their pack for human pastures, usually they are like a rabid dog that needs to be put down.It isn’t a virus that is easily caught by touch, sex, or even by the air. Usually, some sort of drama happens in the werewolf’s life. Death of a mate, mental illness, letting one’s wolf take over for months and years at a time, losing one’s humanness. Whatever the rogues’ story is, once they hit feral there isn’t really a cure except death.Being fearful that the rogue could smell my brother, I took the spray out of the pouch that I wore around my neck like a necklace.My brother was caught off guard when I started to spray mist all around him.In a mind-link he sounds startled and annoyed. “Hey, this is no time to be misting me with some strange liquid. What is that anyway, Stephi? I will s
After my brother and I parted, I called my human friend Bethany.“Hey girl, I got my internship. Did you find one too?”Sighing, Bethany replied, “Yes, but it is for my dad’s company.”Laughing, “Me too, but hey, at least this will be one more tick for us to graduate next year. Lighten up, let's go party! Get dressed. I will be coming over around 8:30 P.M. I will even let you be a passenger in my baby.”Bethany replied a little more excited this time, “Woohoo, I am so ready to dance! Are we going to pick up Charmayne? The guys as well?”“Sure, we will pick up Charmayne, but the guys can get their own transportation to Lupo Mannaro. Give them all a call and let’s go to a party!”Bethany helped me come out of my shell during my days at the university. I quit hiding behind a hoody and started going out with friends. Of course, this was only one night a week I would do this, as I needed to make certain my grades, even now, remained exemplary.Excited, I was browsing through my closet pull
Beta Greyson’s Point of View: In spite of repeated requests, my alpha and best friend could not explain why I was babysitting the daughter of Alpha Silverton. *Sidenote the last name of the Alpha and his family are the same as the packs, many generations ago, the first Silverton created this pack* I followed Stephanie to her apartment, watched her leave once she took off the brown-haired wig, gloves, and glasses. She is hot, really hot! She was wearing a wrap around gold dress that fit her curves perfectly, with a v-cut neckline, that showed the tops of her well-endowed cleavage. I was in love.
StephanieI have the strongest sense that I need to open my eyes, but I find it so hard to do so due to my brain feeling so fuzzy. In the midst of this darkness, it seems so overwhelming. As I try to open my eyes, I'm letting my other senses take over until I am able to focus on them again. It is already obvious that my writs are on fire, and I can smell some sort of putrid odor coming from them. As I breathe in the smell, I almost feel sick to my stomach.
Stephanie – The legend speaks of wolves finding guidance from the moon goddess in a mystical land. That never happened for us. Instead of otherworldly meetings, there's just Aurina, my shimmering and bothersome wolf companion. I lounged on the soft grass, inhaling its earthy smell, until Aurina pushed me out with a crude, territorial gesture that left me speechless—she urinated right beside my head. "Aurina, really? That's disgusting," I groaned, making a face. "The ground was dirty to begin with," Aurina quipped with a smirk. "I like to believe it was clean," I countered, clinging to a nicer illusion. "Foolish girl," Aurina chuckled in her raspy voice. "I command here, and I won’t let you rest on my turf once I've claimed it." Reluctantly standing, I accepted my place outside her claimed territory. "
Brock's Perspective— Beside Stephanie's hospital bed, the room smelled like antiseptic, and I gently held her pale hand in mine. We felt a spark where our hands met, creating a strong electrifying mate connection. I knew Stephanie's family was nearby, and I braced myself for their questions. Despite Stephanie's efforts to hide our bond, I knew deep down that we were meant to be together. Seeing Stephanie motionless in her hospital bed, her golden hair splayed out upon her pillowcase, filled me with deep sorrow. Our bond was strong between Stephanie and I, which brought back the memories of my mother, who had a strong mate bond with my own father, which haunts my memories now in the presence of reliving the kidnapping and loss of my mother. It was Stephanie now lying unconscious in that hospital bed. "What should I do with you, Stephanie?" I whispered, feeling overwhelmed by inner confusion. Having thought I would never have a mate, and now she lays before me