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Monday, January 22
(Cole’s POV)
It’s the jarring of the bus as it turns off the main road onto the gravel drive that wakes me from my slumber. It’s been a grueling twelve hour ride from my home pack, Red Fang, southwest to Crimson Dawn. I’ve heard rumors about this pack. Both from those who have visited through the warrior prospect program and just the general rumors that float around about every pack.
It’s one of the hardest packs to get into through the prospect program and a warrior from Red Fang has yet to be offered a position here. Now that I think about it, I don’t think any of our warriors have ever made it into the second run anywhere, at least not during the year and a half since my father started allowing me to attend. This makes me wonder how much of the selection process is based on skill versus the negative rumors that float around.
Crimson Dawn is said to be a strict and unforgiving pack. That, just like my own, it’s easy to find yourself laid over a desk on the receiving end of a thin leather belt. These are the only packs my father allows me to go to. The ones with the harshest reputations for killing rogues and intolerances for anyone weak or different. The rumors I’ve heard about us are no different. That every pack, within the maximum twelve hour drive, sees us as barbaric and cruel. I can’t help but agree as my father is both, at least he is towards me.
Every pack that joins the prospect program has three choices; accept warriors into their training program but don’t send any out, send warriors out to other packs but not accept any in or they do both. After five years of no one from other packs requesting to come to ours for training my father changed his status in the program so that he simply handles warriors from his own pack plus White Fang and White Moon packs. This year is the first time Crescent Moon has joined since we allied with them.
This particular run is the first time that my father has one hundred and twenty wolves between four packs participating, which means we have a full roster of twenty-four wolves, between Red Fang and our newest ally Crescent Moon, on this bus. My understanding is that membership in each costs money and it was cheaper for my father to change to simply sending warriors out then to continue waiting for warriors to come in.
I am the youngest son of Alpha Charles Redmen, the alpha and sole leader of the Red Fang pack. I am the youngest of his six kids. I was born prematurely and, unlike my twin Chloe, struggled to breathe on my own. I guess that’s where everything started. My father wanted nothing to do with a weakling like me. So I became the son he didn’t want, the son he felt was undeserving of my very life.
I yawn and slowly stretch, careful to stifle the yelps desperate to jump from my throat as the injuries from the beating I sustained Saturday night have yet to start healing. I peek outside the large window of the charter bus that had been sent to my pack to pick us up for the ride to Crimson Dawn. It’s the first time I’ve been on one so large and comfortable. To cut down on the amount of time prospects were on the road the council recently mandated that only charter buses could be used on trips over three hours so drivers only had to stop for meal breaks.
The darkness outside adds to my general unease of being away from home. I was one of the first ones on the bus, eager to get away from the place that has never been home for me yet my anxiety spikes every time I enter a new territory. I’ve been to three packs since my father caved and started allowing me out of the territory. The alpha of all three packs were similar to my own, intolerant of my medical and mental health weaknesses. I take a large assortment of medication when I’m able to get my hands on them. I look down at my hands as I feel them start to shake, silently cursing my father for preventing me from walking to Red General where I had several months of asthma and anxiety medication waiting for me. It’s been a grueling three and a half months since I ran out of the majority of my medication. I ran out just two weeks before returning early from the Red Moon pack and it’s been impossible for me to get over to the hospital to pick up more. He has gone out of his way to force me to participate in our private training sessions. At least that’s what he calls it when he talks to the rest of the pack about me.
Even as a young adult I’m subjected to his abuse, his torment. My body still aches constantly from Saturday night’s beating and I haven’t quite shaken off the concussion Andre gave me. Recently, even my oldest brother and his luna have joined in his sick game. All my life I’ve been called weak and undeserving of the alpha title. That his beatings were designed to strengthen me, to teach me how to be the brutal alpha he feels is proper and respectable. He ruined my chances of ever being an alpha when he took a whip to me on my fifteenth birthday. It will be eight years since he changed my life completely in just five more days. On Saturday I will turn twenty-three, not that it matters much. Unlike the rest of my siblings, my birth has never been celebrated.
I know that at five foot ten inches I’m on the small side for an alpha, where the average height is six foot to six foot two inches, but I am not tiny. When I’m in my best condition I’m a stocky but muscular two hundred and twenty pounds. I’ve been to three packs since I’ve started the program. All three packs sent everyone in Red Fang home after only three months and anyone that gets booted early has to wait for the next run to start. Every run is a total of six months with some prospects hopping from one pack to the next for eighteen months before returning home. To my knowledge that has never happened to a Red Fang warrior.
I steady my shaking hands by starting into my most common stim, squeezing my hands into tight fists before relaxing and doing it again. It doesn’t take long, as I absentmindedly look out the window, to develop the calming stimulation that I need to deal with my growing anxiety. Oddly, the last pack I was at, Red Moon, was the first time that I was on medication during the run. It did help with the initial meeting and testing but it wasn’t enough to keep my nightmares away.
The full moon is a blessing as it illuminates the dense forest that borders the long drive into the Crimson Dawn territory. My wolf whines lightly in my head as my peaceful beast has never had the true ability to simply run through the forest as other wolves have. We found out the hard way that I will never be a “normal” werewolf. My father’s hesitance to allow me to join the program makes me wonder if he’s discovered my biggest secret, one that I want no one to know. That the whipping eight years ago permanently damaged the nerves in my lower back, making it impossible for me to shift safely. This has resulted in me doing everything in my own power to keep everyone, both my packmates and anyone involved in the program, from finding out that I’m a non-shifter.
Normally non-shifters are werewolves who are born without their wolves. True non-shifters are quite common in the omega and gamma ranks with about fifty percent of the omega rank being affected. It is extremely rare, only around five percent, to find a non-shifter in the alpha rank and even those that are found tend to be in a similar situation as me, with permanent damage that keeps their shift from being safe.
Their ability to inherit and retain the werewolf’s super fast healing depends on when their injury happens. If it happened before their first shift then their ability to heal remains in a child-like phase. While werewolf pups still heal quickly compared to humans or hi-brids, it still takes four weeks for a pup to heal the same injury that takes an adult only one. Which is the situation I’m in, when in good condition it takes about four weeks for me to heal a broken bone. No matter the circumstances, a non-shifter cannot be a warrior as a non-shifter is just as vulnerable to being easily killed in battle as a pregnant she-wolf or a pup. Fortunately my end goal is not to become a warrior.
LOGAN’s POVMOMENTS BEFORE LEANNE KNOCKED AT THE COCKPIT DOORLogan Winters sat in silence with his fingers curled up into a ball, staring into the darkened sky. Beside him, his pilot and faitful Beta, Richard Maddison went about with checking the jet controls, occasionally conversing with someone from the control tower.The sound of the turbine roared in Logan’s ears but all he could hear was the beating of his own heart. He gritted his teeth and curled his fingers so tight his knuckles turned white.Leanne Summers.He could not believe it. Was the Moon Goddess drunk and out of her mind when she decided to mate him with a whore?‘Escort my foot. It’s just a fancy name to cover up her dirty profession,’ he thought and shook his head. He would have been fine with anyone as his mate but of all people, it had to be an escort. An ESCORT! And an Omega some more!They were the worst of the lot; weak, vulnerable and basically of no help during battles. The only thing good about them was thei
LEANNE’S POVLeanne looked at him with her mouth slightly parted. She blinked a few times, unsure if she had heard Logan Winters correctly. Did he just say –“Strip.”“Here?”“Yes, unless you’d like to do it in a freefall from the jet.” There was not an iota of humour in his voice, the man was serious. But surely he didn’t expect her to -“What are you waiting for?” Logan Winters leaned back in his recliner and rested his chin on his palm looking at her with a lazy eye.Leanne stared at him, still trying to process the words that had just come out of his mouth. The man had the face of an angel, in fact, his face was the picture of perfection but beneath the chiselled features of this handsome man was the devil reincarnate.Leanne decided there and then that she did not like this Logan Winters. He was cold, rude and insufferable. She had never met a client who treated her like this before. But she would be professional. This was, after all her last job and she would do it well.Setting
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The air in the room was different.Salish’s breath caught as Liam carried her further in, her thighs still wrapped around his waist, her bare legs brushing his waist. She could feel the hardness of him parked within her clenched and dripping wet pussy.The Red Room was impossible, Salish thought. A warm red hue bathed the walls in soft light, deepening shadows and drawing the eye to the assortment of sleek, polished equipment arranged with almost surgical precision. Leather straps hung from chrome fixtures.A padded bench stood in the center like an altar. A gleaming wall rack displayed toys in neat rows. There were feathers, cuffs, blindfolds, and tools designed for exploration.Oh my.This made no sense. She had come for therapy, not some kinky threesome in a room full of sinfully, delicious toys. She vaguely remembered blushing when she first passed by a sex store near her apartment many years ago, thinking that only the foolish would use it.And here she was, relishing from the fa
Salish had only ever tasted Liam in her mouth, and no other man.But today, handsome Doctor D was the other man.Salish had no idea how different another man could be. Doctor D’s cock was big, long, hard and lean and he tasted so good in her.But the moment was short-lived for suddenly, Liam pulled out of her, causing Salish to gasp in surprise and let go of Doctor D. The sudden emptiness in both her pussy and mouth left her confused, so much so that she did not understand it when Liam grabbed her by the waist and turns her around, crushing her breasts against the couch.“All the better for us to fuck you with, my dear,” Liam said huskily, his hands still on her waist as he pulled her hips up. Salish sank onto her hands and knees, her back arched so her head was up, just high enough to see Doctor D’s hot, hard dick in its full glory.Doctor D ran his finger across her jawline, a light touch she leaned into. “We won’t hurt you. You’ll be safe, I promise.”The dominance turned her on an
Salish cried out, grabbing the head of the couch but right the next second, Doctor D pressed a remote and the dildo started to vibrate. A shock of pure pleasure swamped her body as Salish screamed out, “Ahh! Ohhhhhh!”“Good…” Doctor D said as he started to take both her hands and tie them to a coat rack behind the couch.“Doctor, what are you doing?!”Doctor D did not answer, he pressed the remote again and Salish’s body trembled with pleasure as the dildo sent strong vibrations into her pussy, causing her inner tunnel to clench and release sweet juices onto his couch.Oh, the pleasure!Such was the ecstasy that Salish did not hear the clinic door open and someone walk in. She was writhing on the couch with her legs sprawled apart and her hands tied above her head, moaning incoherent words when the person who had just entered the clinic walked over to her.“Feast on your wife’s sensuality, Liam.”Liam?Salish’s eyes immediately opened to see her husband of 10 years standing at the end
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