My Story: Lesley James

~Lesley~

I may be the heroine of my story, but I'm definitely so our of line from being the protagonist.

Three hours later, my step brother smiles at me and tucks me to sleep. It was sure after midnight, and we were naked.

He is two years younger to me, and I am without a mate in my pack, as old as twenty three years. And I have my urges.

More than any other female wolf.

I was born an alpha.

You see, my father had the biggest frown over his charming features when he found out I was born into this world with a vagina, to a woman he loathed having as his paired. Oh, he loathed my mother. So much so that after she gave birth to me, he left her writhe in pain as she died holding me in her arms.

I was suckling my first and last of my mother's breast milk while she was dead on the floor.

That was how I was born to James Castell, my father. He has forced his name into my surname, because I apparently cannot be carrying his proper surname. Because I was born with a vagina.

After my mother Mary's death, he immediately went to search for a second chance. The second mate who shall be my mother.

He came bath three years later, with a baby boy in his arms and a smile I've never seen as such on his face.

In front of me was a witch like woman with tall legs and dark, amber hair. Her eyes were as dark as the night's sky. And they were almost as despicable as a demon's gaze.

They walked past me, and our pack's beta - Eugene - took me into his arms. I could feel his warm tears soaking into my soft hair that day, but I was too oblivious and young to notice that he was actually crying for me.

He held me close and whispered, "You will gain your freedom soon, young alpha. You will become the bridge for both of the worlds, soon."

And he sealed the promise with a kiss on my forehead.

The next day...Eugene hung himself from the chandelier as a welcome gift to my father and his new family.

Later, as I got older, I was told that Eugene was the brother of my mother and couldn't bare to see the atrocities my father was doing to his family. He escaped reality, leaving me behind.

Now, twenty years later, I sleep with the same step brother I had started loathing in my childhood. He was good in bed, that made up to the resentment I held in my heart for him.

Say what you have to say about our relationship, incest, or whatever.

This is pretty common amongst our species.

As werewolves.

The next morning, someone barges into the room without prior notice and begins screaming at my half dazed state.

"...YOU WRENCH!! WAKE UP! YOU'RE FORCING YOURSELF ON AN UNMATED PRINCE OF THIS PACK!? WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU!?"

It was his mother. The one that looks like a demon.

"...he asked me to sleep with him first—" a slap sends my face to the other side. As it makes my body move, the sheets rolls off my body and exposes my nudity to the audience around me.

Would I feel ashamed?

Not at all.

It's all going according to the plan.

She spat at me, right into my face, on my cheek.

"Get the fuck out of my house..."

I could scoff right now.

Since when was this her house?

As long as I can remember, my mother was the heir to the pack's throne. Because of patriarchal shit, my father is now the indirect alpha of our doomed pack.

An hour later, I was draped in a plain dress as a public statement was to be conducted against my name. They were going to send me away, from the biggest pack of the territory around here.

Send me away...More like promoting me to turn me into a rogue alpha in the dark woods soon.

I knew this day would come sooner or later. I just didn't expect it to hurt me this badly.

As I walked, I saw Desmond, my step brother turning his gaze away from me. He was already draped in royal clothing which made me question the rules of my abandonment.

Soon after they are sending me away...they also plan to coronate Desmond as the new alpha of this pack?

Absolutely fucking beautiful.

Thank god that they are sending me away before that happens.

Or so I thought.

"Lesley, I uh...I wanted to ask you if you would still sleep with me if I agreed to cancel your abandonment tonight. If it's a yes...you can become the Luna of this pack, with me."

Ha! Like I would!

He disgustingly stares into my flat cleavage as I could easily smell the shift in his pheromones. Desmond was turning horny, for me.

"Go to fucking hell, Alpha."

Saying, I see rage build up in his eyes as he signals something to the guard.

They were working together...on something.

"W-where are you taking me!? Desmond!" Unfortunately, there was not a single soul in the hallway as I screamed for help.

Suddenly, we were inside the closed room with the lights blaring on my face.

"Bring her in," with the same eye contact he gives me, he turns to the side where I stare at, in horror.

"Rosy...? Rosy! No! Desmond! Don't fucking do it!" I tried to break free from the restraints, if only they weren't made of silver alloy.

Rosy was manhandled by the delta as she was thrown on Desmond's foot harshly. I could read the fear bubbling in her innocent eyes as she stared at me for help.

Rosy is a friend of mine. The only friend, I suppose.

"You see, Lesley...I've been fucking her."

"What the fuck do you mean? She has a mate, Desmond."

"Exactly, Lesley. I am her mate." Fear crosses my eyes as I look down at Rosy.

"Rosy...is that true?" She doesn't speak a word.

"Desmond...no! No! What the fuck are you doing to her!"

I watch as tears flow down her face as a bunch of men just watch Desmond rip her maid gown away from her body, forcefully. It was brutal, but the unthinkable just happens in front of my eyes.

Rosy was being forced to take him in, naked, in front of all these men. Desmond was screwing her carelessly while licking the tears of shame that flow down her eyes.

What a monster is he...

And just when I thought all of it would end sooner or later, they drugged me with a careful proportion of wolfsbane concoction...and I was forced to drift into sleep.

I was blacked out for at least three nights and four days.

I could tell, because my skin had started rotting over the wet, mushy rainforest floor that I was dropped into.

There's no mistake.

It was the dark woods they've thrown me into.

Taking a deep shaky breath in, I groaned as I sat back up with aches all over my body.

Even my vagina.

I scoffed, laughing and crying at the same time.

Desmond really cannot control his urges around me, isn't it?

I want to kill him.

With my own hands.

I want to wash my body off his sins with his own blood.

But before I do that...I want to present my mother's grave a gift for her sacrifice.

My father's beheaded head over her tombstone...

The emotions...they stir too intensely in me.

I looked up at the sky and screamed, and suddenly, the clouds have started crying with me.

After a few moments...I gathered myself up.

I should be happy now, right?

I'm a rogue now. Abandoned of accustomed familial sins and given the power of freedom. I shouldn't be complaining now, right?

I should just...move on from my trauma...right?

Wrong.

Swearing to get as strong as possible, to even fake down a hundred men in battle, I enter the lake which was eating at my wounds on my arm and thighs.

I screamed in agony. It was a pain like no other.

With the rain washing my tears away, I slowly started drifting like a dead log around the lake. It felt serene. The cold air brushing over me and everything natural like that.

However...my tranquil state was shaken when a man's loud breathing was heard.

Oh no. It wasn't a man,

It was a wolf.

It was snarling at me.

It stood beside the tree, by the shore. It's fur was chocolate brown, and so warm even with it's coat so wet and dripping.

The size of his wolf...there's no mistake here.

He's an alpha!

Or...a she.

But what surprises me the most is the fact that the brown wolf stops snarling at me and stares at me with it's grey eyes.

We stare into each other's eyes for more than a minute...until it clicks me.

My wolf, my soulmate — Sky — voices to me in my head in a whimpering voice.

'That's our mate...Lesley. He wants to mate with you,'

Mate with me? So soon?

But...it was somehow better than being a rogue, right?

As I keep staring at him, Sky keeps telling me how hot she feels under his gaze. The water was almost bubbling around me, that's how heated Sky had become for the wolf that she claims to be our mate.

This nameless werewolf alpha in front of me softly dives into the water. It's body sinks into the cold, dark abyss of the lake. I do not see him at the moment.

But I could definitely sense him.

He resurfaces over the ripples of the water.

The wolf head was cute,

Until the man dives down again.

The God's most sculpted face appears back from the surface of the water. His dark brown hair and grey eyes resembling his wolf.

'Mate...mate...mate...' My wolf has been chanting and moaning in my head.

But I was too.

His face alone was enticing me as a human.

He swims closer and closer, and closer.

He was just as shocked to see how ugly I look in front of his beauty. The thick, curled lashes of his eyes were clear to me even under this weather. He flutters his eyes when some water spills over his face, and I bring my gaze to stare down at his lips.

They're bold and red, glistening and soft.

I want to taste them right away.

As I bring myself close to his body, he wraps his arms around my waist and so do I over his neck.

Oh...this man is big.

And thick.

"My mate..." he utters, sighing heavily as he slides into me,

Oh no...

I've never had size this big slip into me ever before.

I feel like I'm birthing a child under water as he buries himself completely into me.

"Mark me...mate. My name is Lesley," I say, wrapping my legs around this stranger who is now my mate.

"Nice to meet you, Lesley," Oh, his voice...

My vagina could make this whole lake slimy with the amount of arousal simply forming in excitement of his voice. Without any reason, I was smiling over his shoulder.

"My name is Jean.

Jean Bloodmond."

At once, I could feel the air of my lungs start to choke me as I gasp at the name.

There's no way it's him...right?