All Chapters of Alpha's Feral Kitten : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

BILLIE “Hi, I’m Abby, and I’m the black sheep of the family.” I shake the hand offered to me by the skinny brunette with purple streaks in her hair. Between her punk rock clothes and her perfect cat’s eye eyeshadow, she was the coolest girl I’d ever met. “That’s what our dad says when the topic of Abby’s vocational ambitions comes up,” Dominic tells me. “We’re simply too old money rich for a hairdresser in the family,” Abby says. “Why couldn’t I be interested in the law?” “Wait until he finds my TikTok videos on nineties culture. I don’t think he even knows what a cultural critic is,” says Dominic. I smile at them both, inwardly wishing I had parents capable of caring about who I grew up to be. My father died before I could speak and my mother is my mother. “Hi Abby, I’m Billie. Dom said you needed practice models for your portfolio?” “Yes, he did, and I’m so grateful. How far can I go? Is there anything you do—or don’t—want?” “I don’t want anything shorter than a bob. Ever

BILLIE The party is split into several rooms. Thorne tells me each room has a different vibe. There’s different music seeping out from each door, and the main room is where the Phantom is set up on his stage, controlling it all, surrounded by monitors showing the different party rooms, laptops controlling the music, and the notorious synthesizer set up he drug down here from the Music Department. Here is where he plays live, and the vibe is at its height. Rachel and Thorne start dancing in the main room, and Sophie trails after Dom. I step into the hallway and take the first door on the left. I open it up to a scene of rainbow colors and absolute debauchery. There’s something running through my veins, a restless, uncontrollable, wild energy. The music pumps through the cavernous underground space, my heart timed to the beat. Every where I look is glitter and colored fog, the lights of the broken chandelier above us sparkling down over all the colors until rainbows are all I see. The

BILLIE He helps me up, then talks to his phone. In a few seconds, a slow, dirty song comes on, no vocals, just keyboards and electronics and the relentless, filthy beat. I start dancing, slowly at first, my back to the pole, hands grabbing it above my head. I squat down and stretch my legs wide open, letting them see my panties. I grind my way back up, flip my hair, and slowly start to pull my leather miniskirt down, until it’s over my heels. I kick it away. Next comes my jacket, which I toss in Raven’s general direction. He catches it. I dance some more, working the pole in my panties, thigh highs with garters, and the laced corset top, squatting down and back up, sliding around, and gyrating my hips. At one point I hold on to the pole, then stretch my left leg straight up to my ear, showing how flexible I am. The crowd cheers. I see them watching me, all the boys I’ve made friends with, except the Phantom, and I know he can see me on a screen. And I know then, without a doubt, th

BILLIE I'm taken to an ante room in the chapel where I can get ready. “Let's stop here for a minute and take a breath,” Dom says. “How are you feeling?” Fleming asks me. “Nervous,” I say, fiddling with the beautiful, sheer white lace robe Abby dressed me in, conscious that my nipples can be seen. “What if I don’t know what to do?” “That’s the beauty of it,” Fleming says. “I offered my virginity for my initiation when I was 18 and we started initiations after high school. The Phantom performed it, and it was my job to be passive and take it–I didn't have to know what I was doing because I was bound and blindfolded. It will be the same for you.” Dominic is rubbing my shoulders while Fleming speaks. “Any cold feet?” he asks me. “No,” I reassure him. “I want this. I'm just nervous he'll change his mind about me after he gets what he wants.” “Oh sweet girl, sex is not Tristan getting what he wants, it's just the beginning. What he wants is far greater and longer-lasting than tonig

18+ Explicit Content TRISTAN I think she finally believes me. That this isn't just some con to get her in bed, or enslave the human. She seems taken aback that I've given her the deciding power over sex with other gang members. Like she expected to either be forced into it, or that I would be a tyrant. I am a tyrant, about some things. I'm a possessive Alpha wolf. But sex with fellow pack members isn't one of those things. It has its place, and growing up seeing everyone naked during their shift at least once, you lose a lot of inhibition. The only thing I'd be angry about is if it happened without my participation, and so I tell her. “You have to understand, group sex in a pack is a normal, healthy thing that has its place, and that's why you're the one who would be deciding whether or not that happened. I would be angry if you did it behind my back, without discussing it first. I would hate it if I wasn't the one in charge–the one directing everything after you consented. B