Forced reverse harem activity?

Luka pov

"The heat season." Sarah finally admits. 

Well, now, we're getting somewhere. I lean forward and prop my elbows on my knees because I'm more than excited to hear more about the heat situation. 

"I'm all ears," I announce as a grin spreads across my lips. Ironically, my facial expression feels like what others would describe as a wide ear-to-ear grin. 

"Can we not?" Sarah groans, hiding her flushed face behind her palms. "It's embarrassing enough as it is, don't make it worse. Please, Luka, let it go and leave me alone. Here's the deal- I promise to leave your territory as soon as I wake up."

I shake my head and answer with a question. "What if I don't want you to leave?"

Question or not, I really don't want to let her go. At least not yet. 

"I won't change my mind." She crosses her arms in front of her chest. It's fun to watch the kitten show her claws and think she's in control. 

"Well, in that case, I can't let you off the hook so easily. I need to know; we're talking about a pretty big thing, and technically, you're under my protection here. I'm not an Alpha who's willing to risk the safety of his people if there is a pack of horny cats cashing after their pussy." 

Do I sound like an asshole? Absolutely. Did I intend to sound like one? Also yes. Would I do anything to come across as less of an absolute douchebag? No, this kitty needs someone to shake the fundament under her feet, so she understands where her place is. 

Sarah is stuck in a wolf pack; she can't expect everyone to dance at her call. 

Nothing but raw rage burns in her eyes as Sarah takes a step toward me. Is she trying to appear intimidating now?

"It's not like you, dogs, would ever consider us equals or base our worth on anything other than pussy, right?" She scoffs, creating a problem where none exists. 

"Oh, sweetheart, I'm sure that YOUR pussy is worth the chase. You gave me a mere preview, and I've been as hard as a rock ever since, but even that isn't worth the lives of my people." At this point, I'm more about teasing her than anything else. I didn't know anyone could blush as hard as she does, but I suppose there's a first time for everyone. 

"Alright, what do I have to do for you to drop the subject?"

"Tell me why the heat season set you running and hiding here. I don't know much about cats, but we, dogs, really enjoy it when the heat kicks in. It's a fuckery all over the place; call it an outrageous orgy, if you will." I wiggle my eyebrows to tease her some more. 

"It's just... different, okay?"

Her answer provides no clarity. Technically, we're all shifters in one way or another, so how do our seasons differ? We all experience an irresistible urge to fuck.

"How different? Don't be embarrassed. It's just us; I'm not going to spill any secrets." I try to make her feel comfortable. All teasing and jokes aside, now I'm really curious. 

"I'm not worried about secrets or you telling anyone anything, God, Luka; you're so shallow."

How am I shallow? Since when is curiosity the same as being a shallow person? I shake my head and offer a compromise, "Well, then explain it to me and maybe I won't be as shallow." 

Sarah bites the inside of her cheek and looks around the cabin again before she lets out a breath and gives in. "If you were to meet a male cat, he'd explain the heat season as the most magical time of the year. And honestly, I understand their views, but at the same time, I despise the way they are. It's different for us, women." Something in her snaps as Sarah sits next to me, rests her hands in her lap, and stares at them. "While wolves worship their partners and go wild, cats go above and beyond. For one thing, they're more aggressive- you can't imagine how easy it is for them to turn a woman's life into a nightmare." The last sentence is but a mere whisper. 

"What happens, exactly?" For some reason, a lump forms in my throat and I struggle to force it down. 

"Well, first, obviously, they find a woman and make her their prey. Once the season starts, we have to gather in the clearing where the men call out the names of the women they have chosen." 

I wait another minute or two before encouraging her to keep talking. "And then?"

Sarah turns to me as a sad smile spreads across her lips. "Should I mention that the woman is lucky if she gets caught by one man and not all of them? If more than one man catches the woman, she belongs to them all."

Thank the Moon Goddess; we're so damn possessive. Werewolves don't tend to share their partners unless it's a special case, but even on those occasions, consent is essential. 

I reach for her hand. "So, it turns into forced reverse harem activity?"

"Exactly. To each their own, but the forced part isn't quite something anyone would enjoy, right?" I nod, eager to learn more. 

"A woman who leaves the place without injuries is lucky. Our women rarely survive their first mating during the heat. And if they do, a new step of fucked up starts. If she's still breathing, she has to be with a child, and the men will turn their backs on her. The moment our women get pregnant, they have to fight for their lives. The urge to mate during the heat is pretty irresistible; therefore, far too many pregnant women die of fever. When men "finish" their business, they leave the territory to find humans to fuck, leaving their women dead in the woods or dying in their homes. There aren't that many cat women left. Now, do you understand why I ran away?" A bitter chuckle leaves her lips. 

"Yeah, I do. That's fucked up." I gasp as my mind still struggles to process every single detail she mentioned. 

Honestly, I'm pretty sure she left some parts out to make the heat seem a little more 'humane'. I don't blame her for running; if anything, I'd encourage her to hide from those savages for good.

"Tell me about it."

Remembering how the evening went, I growl at Sarah, "And you were going back to your territory tonight? Have you lost it? Shit, you're suicidal."

"It's not like I had any other choice after the shit I pulled, remember?" She shrugs as if returning to that damn territory would be no big deal. 

"Yeah, my bad, sorry. Anyway, why don't we discuss more details tomorrow at breakfast? We'll figure something out." I glance at my phone and remind myself that before someone who wants to help, I am an Alpha, and the pack work will start early in the morning. I need some sleep. 

"So you'll let me stay?"

"Yeah. Tomorrow morning I'll take you to my office to see if we can get you a job or something. Get some rest, okay?" I get up from the tiny sofa and head for the door. I keep the extra key, just in case. 

"Okay," she murmurs. 

Before I leave, I glance over my shoulder and wink at Sarah, "And don't leave the cabin."

"W-what? Why?"

"Because I said so." I roll my eyes and let my hand slide into my pocket to find the business card. Ever so slowly, to annoy her, I turn and walk back to her, holding the card out to her: "If the heat kicks in, and you need a proper fuck," I wink. "My number is on the back of the card. Don't go around fucking random guys, alright?"

"Pervert," she chuckles but accepts the card. 

"That's me, kitten, that's me," I call out to her, leaving the beauty behind. Too bad today is Friday, not Monday. If it were Monday, I'd take her home to enjoy the only day off I have. Maybe next week.

Comments (2)
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Ese Nam
Holy virgin, Luka just got a spitfire as a kitten. Sarah Pls dnt run away from the pending orgasm the alpha has in stick for u
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Sarah Brownlow
oooooo I'm loving the two of them already Sarah seems like a spitfire .

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