All Chapters of Alpha's Feral Kitten : Chapter 51 - Chapter 60

BILLIE The afternoon of the flyers, and all the next day, Tristan and Dominic are in constant contact with their fathers, who in turn are in and out of meetings. They're alumni, major donors, and on the board of regents for the school, so they decide if President Spader is doing his job. The word is that he had a meeting with Hyde, Lunacy, and their sympathizers to “have a dialogue”, and that's not going well with the board. The board wants all anti-human hate stamped out. The mayor and town council of Meridian are in on it too, due to some so far isolated acts of hate against the human townies. Meanwhile, Sophie and I have been creating counter propaganda for Tristan’s spies to distribute. “The problem is,” Fleming says, “if they expel Hyde for hate speech, it's Spader all over again.” “They have to do something, classes can't indefinitely be canceled,” Rachel says. “Get this,” Raven says, holding the daily student newspaper, “the Children of Diana came out against anti-human hate

BILLIE Later that night, I wake up in bed to a very strange feeling that I'm being called. It’s after midnight, Tristan is on patrol. Sophie and Rachel are sound asleep here with me. I cautiously walk out into the hall, feeling eerily half awake. “Billie, go to the common room and open the laptop,” I hear very distinctly, but no one is there. I do as the voice says. As I open the laptop, Agnes pops up on screen. “Good,” she says. “We have a strong mindlink. Are you alone, Billie?” “Yes. What's happening?” “We just need to know if what’s happening to you–your situation–is completely consensual. That's a lot of werewolves for one Omega.” “It’s not like that. Tristan and I are fated mates. I became their Omega for protection, and they don’t normally…I mean, the orgy thing isn't our scene. Exactly. But to answer your question, yes, I'm here of my own free will, no one’s coerced me.” She nods to herself. “I thought as much, with as strong an aura as yours, but we had to check. We of

BILLIE“Cabin”, he called it.Try “rustic mansion.”This huge building on a cliff overlooking the Atlantic Ocean could be called nothing else.Twelve bedrooms. It has twelve bedrooms. A billiard/games room with a pool table, a chess board already set up, and table tennis. A theater room. A library with two levels. An indoor spa with a jacuzzi big enough for all of us. A formal dining room, and a breakfast room. And a big, beautiful room filled with soft fabrics, soothing colors, cushions, weighted blankets, and the biggest bed I'd ever seen, round, right in the middle and low to the floor. I asked Fleming about the mystery room.“It’s a nesting room. If you're a group with an omega, it's comforting to nest in a big pile with soft blankets and just commune with each other.”“We've never done it,” Tristan says, “But I've seen the tendency in you to nest down into a spot on the couch or in Thorne’s sensory room. It's an Omega trait that may not be getting met for you.”It all looked so

BILLIESomehow, we manage to ignore the many looming threats over our heads and just be college students on break. We've filled the kitchen with pre-made meal kits and liquor, and I've been enjoying cooking for everyone. I tell Tristan I've missed it. He says once we graduate I can cook more, but that I'll need help cooking in a packhouse for six wolves and their eventual mates and children. The guys have their eyes on a property already; similar to the Rock House but less castle-like, more of a rambling four-story block of connected limestone town homes; with several living areas, a huge nursery, and a surrounding forest on the property, but close enough to walk to Crescent University to teach classes. They’re pooling their money to buy it before it gets snapped up, then it will be waiting for us once the guys graduate.This is a future I try to remember I'm not going to see, but it’s my future and it still brings me comfort.Agnes comes back from hiking with Thorne looking smug, an

BILLIE I'm a werewolf now. I feel…so alive. Like everything from before was muted, but now I see in full-spectrum color. I feel in 100% adrenaline. I hear EVERYTHING. Every heartbeat, breath, pulsepoint in this room of cops, werewolves, security, administration, and werewitches. I smell them ALL. If I focus, I can sort things out enough to function normally. If I let my concentration go, it's absolute chaos. “Billie.” It’s Tristan, kneeling in front of me. “Where are Sophie and Rachel?” “I told them to lock the bathroom door in my suite and not make a sound.” “Dom, go get them.” Dom gives him and me a look of absolute anguish, then leaves to find the girls. “He'll be okay, once he sees you're okay,” Tristan tells me. I sit there on my stool, bathrobe on, blanket covering my shoulders. The human paramedics have already looked at my bite. Then they called in werewolf reinforcements, who concluded it was a clean bite and should heal soon. They took a lot of blood to test. They d