"Alpha, I know what you are going to say." Roy interrupted him.
"You do?"
"I know that he was my brother's mate, and they didn't announce it publicly because he had trouble accepting it. I am okay with whatever you decide, alpha. He is a traitor."
"Roy," Xavier paused, his gamma had clearly been misled, he wished Roy was around when Sean confessed all of that, so that he didn't have to be the one to break it to him.
"I killed Devon, Roy."
There was absolute silence as Roy digested the information thrown at him.
"What?" he laughed hesitantly.
"I killed him."
"You're supposed to love him," he whispered, his face showing how much pain he was in.
"I was, I didn't though."
"Roy," Xavier stopped him from, arguing any further, "Look at his eyes."
They both turned to look at Sean, Xavier continued, "There isn't much time until he completely loses his human nature and turns into a feral rogue, half of his emotions and what you're saying doesn't make sense to him now."
"Can I be excused?" Roy didn't wait for Xavier to answer, he walked out of the cell and while he was leaving the dungeon, he mind linked his alpha, asking him to give justice to his brother.
"I know, Alpha, you will kill me. But there is something I should let you know. I am not the only traitor here. Are you sure you can trust everyone? Betrayal is gonna hit you so close to home..." he smirked. Sean turned to look at Selena and winked at her. Selena covered the surprised look and didn't give him any reaction. Xavier didn't miss it.
The sound of the first bullet being fired didn't register to Sean, not until he felt the pain flooding his body, then the second on his stomach, and he third one, right on his heart. He was still not dead, gasping for breath, trying to get all the oxygen he could get when Xavier stood in front of him.
"If I wasn't taught control, and if I didn't know that your mother and brother are good people, I would have tortured you. You certainly would have deserved it."
Xavier had dealt with the situation maturely, his father had told him that. Sean didn't deserve mercy, but his family didn't need to have it any worse.
However, the damage that Sean and his partners intended was already done. Xavier didn't get the wink out of his mind, and he didn't forget how Selena didn't look surprised. His wolf called it bluff, but the 'what if's had already started haunting Xavier.
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Summary: What’s a submissive female to do when she fights her nature and goes on the run as a Lone wolf to avoid being assimilated into a pack?
Word count: 1687
Of Doms & Subs Master List
A slight narrowing of his eyes was the only indication of his opinion on that plan of action. “I can work from home until you’re… settled,” he said in that way that indicated he expected no argument. The more fool he, I frowned as I followed him deeper into the house. Damn, that ass looked so firm in those black slacks my hands itched to grab a handful. I shoved my hands in my pockets to quell the urge.
“The sooner I have a job, the sooner I can get a place of my own, and the sooner I’ll be out of your hair,” I pointed out, then nearly jumped out of my skin when he suddenly whirled to face me. Not that I was concerned that he’d hurt me. It was the sheer determination in the line of his jaw and the flashing in his eyes that set me back. He was relaxing the hold he kept on his dominant wolf, in a way more so than when we’d run together through the forest. Or when he killed John. Now I truly knew how fettered he’d kept his natural inclinations to take control. The brakes were off and my heart rose in my throat like I was dropped down a rollercoaster in the pitch dark.
“What makes you think I want you out of my hair?” Those husky words were filled with the sheer power of him; and just like that I was suddenly at a loss for words, for air, even thought. When I could finally breathe again, his scent filled my lungs with the mint of werewolf and all things masculine, like I was drowning in him. I was so flustered his next words almost didn’t register. “I want… I need to ensure you are safe.” There were at least a half dozen reasons for his statement, most of which had nothing to do with me as an individual, but I had to know.
His eyes, like two bottomless wells, remained on mine when I tentatively raised them in tandem with my hand. The line of his jaw was smooth with a hint of stubble under my palm. I could feel the Alpha’s considerable strength coiled beneath the placid surface. Some restraints were still in place.
Angus’ hands settled lightly on my hips. I could still pull away if I chose, although that possibility was the furthest from my mind. Trepidation kept my spine ramrod straight, but his scent wrapped around me like a favourite blanket and I soon melted against him until he had to adjust his grip to help keep us both upright.
Continuing to move slowly, I rose up on my toes and pressed my lips to his. It was strange to kiss someone of similar height since Will had been far bigger, which he had used against me. Angus’ power and personality were so much larger than his physical being that the tangible reminder of his actual size came as a bit of a surprise to me.
I was tentative. When was the last time I was allowed to take the lead. Remaining perfectly still, and extremely receptive, he allowed me to control the pace. Parting my lips slightly he mirrored me; the soft curve of his bottom lip was too tempting to resist. Nipping the tender flesh, I quickly released him with a laugh. He growled and his mouth curved into a wicked grin. I clapped a hand over my mouth to stifle the giggles, which subsided in the tightening of his arms around me. Chuckling, he buried his face in my neck. My fingers wove their way through his silky hair.
Withdrawing to looked at me, he cradled my face like it was antique china in his hands and rested his forehead against mine.
“Before we go any further, I should tell you that my wolf and I want you for a mate,” he confessed with closed eyes. Not that he’d ever hide anything about himself from me, I knew that truth with every inch of my body; his expression was that of a man at prayer. “And we won’t go easy on you.”
The tension in her shoulders eased instead of ratcheting upward as I’d feared. Her body relaxed into mine, the soft feel of her hardly had a tranquil effect on me.
“My wolf’s picked you as well.” Her white teeth worried at a plump bottom lip, one slightly swollen from our kiss. That constant, insouciant grin quickly returned and she added, “And I don’t hate you, so that’s something.”
I drew back to avoid literally laughing in her face. “Do you understand what this means?”
“As long as you understand what will happen if you betray me.” The predatory gleam in her eyes made me harden even more. It soon faded as something apparently occurred to her. “A submissive and an Alpha sounds like a recipe for disaster.” She flashed a twisted grin that seemed born of nausea more than humour. The thought of her asshole ex-husband and her tattered self-confidence filled my mouth with iron and the imagined taste of his blood.
“Why?” I asked, although I already had an inkling of what she was about to say.
“I’m not a leader. I have no desire to be in charge. I suck at politics.” A finger was ticked off at each point. Bits of mud caked under her fingernails, which was the first time I saw them not clean and well trimmed.
“You are good with people, not machinations.” Her chocolate tresses felt like a lush waterfall under the hand that feathered up to grasp the nape of her neck. Lashes fluttered, her lips slightly parted and she relaxed into my embrace. “I spoke with your supervisor not long after you arrived. You did what’s right by your patients despite how many doctors or petty management types you crossed while following the letter of the rules.”
“You had no right to call my boss!” She jerked out of my arms to glare at me. Her hazel eyes were greener today, sparkling like peridot in her affront.
“I do now. You forget that.” I was quiet, calm even, but those brilliant eyes faded and dropped to the floor at the gentle reprimand. Closing the distance she put between us, I gently tipped her chin back up until she looked at me. Proper respect was required at certain times; discussing us was not one of them. “You cared for those weaker than you while avoiding confrontation with the higher ups. Even when you do tweak tails, your earnestness and passion soothes. That’s not just your level of dominance, that’s who you are.” Her jaw clenched under my palm in her attempt to remain angry.
“I don’t think I could handle it if someone challenged me,” she whispered, gaze dropping again to straighten the collar of my shirt. “I don’t know much about how mating works, but I do know it-it would affect you. If you were weakened because of me, the pack…” Shaking her head, she wrapped her arms around herself and tried to take a step back, but I kept my arms loosely banded around her. My heart swelled at the unspoken confession and I wanted to take her to mate more than ever. My wolf surged to the surface, nearly frantic in his desire to claim her.
“There’s no honour or rank to be gained in challenging you.” I shook my head. I’d hoped that Mickayla would explain the ability of a wolf to draw on their mate’s strength, and mated to an Alpha, she would have my power to back her up if necessary. Since she was dominant in her own right, and to my knowledge, hadn’t yet been challenged and therefore hadn’t needed to pull on their bond.
“But I’m weak, easy prey.” There was more truth than lie to her statement. She truly believed that she wasn’t strong in any sense of the word. I had to bite back a growl at that. Nothing I could say would convince her otherwise.
“And by God, there’s nothing wrong with that,” I said so soothingly that it bordered on condescending. “I’ll just have to work around it to mitigate all risks. You can’t work, of course, not that you’ll need to.” Ellie drew back to stare at me with the beginnings of betrayal dawning on her face, tamping down my humanity and the associated guilt, I plowed onward. Although it twisted my gut to hurt her. “Although this would be easier if we didn’t mate, but I don’t let go of what belongs to me so easily.”
“That is not what you said,” she snapped, small hands fisting at her sides. The melange of emotions rolling off her made my nose want to curl in on itself. “You said that I was free to find work that wouldn’t put anyone at risk. Or was that a lie? And what do you mean ‘what belongs to you’? Even if I was a member of the pack, I am not a possession!” She took a step towards me, invading my space. My wolf and I didn’t see it as the violation it would have been if she were any other wolf. Our mate would never challenge us. Well, not my position in the hierarchy, anyway.
“If you do join, you will be one of my wolves, whether we mate or not,” I replied with far more equanimity than I felt. Neither part of myself liked the possibility that she might yet change her mind. “But now that you realize how weak you are, the others will pick up on that.”
“You know what, I changed my mind.” Ellie threw up her hands between the two of us and waved them back and forth as if to ward me off, hair flying as she shook her head. “Send me to Eugene, ship me off to the Marrock, I don’t care. I won’t… mate with someone who thinks I’m inadequate. So ya can take that benevolent dictator oppressor attitude and shove it where the sun don’t shine!”
INKTOBER - URBAN FANTASY // DAY 5: THE WEREWOLF ALPHA
Made alpha too early for their liking, Dakota is almost always tired. now that their parents are gone, Dakota and their brother Erik both have to manage their family’s store full time, and Dakota additionally needs to keep the peace in their pack, and with the other packs in the area.
The situation could not have been more dire. After a red-kryptonite bomb goes off in the city, Kara has to be imprisoned at the DEO to ride out the toxins that have taken over her system. To make matters worse, it’s the first pink moon in six years which means her wolfish mate, Lena, has transfigured with her rut and has to be imprisoned at the headquarters too. (ABO Dynamics, Omega Kara, Alpha Lena.)
*OR*
Rutting Werewolf Lena comes face to face with Red Kryptonite Kara in her heat.
They stood like sentinels appraising the threat of the other behind the impenetrable walls of their glass cells. Lena pensive, tight, taut, teeth sharp and snarling. Kara not fairing much better, her brow sweating, her body shivering with cramps, though she possessed some sense of acute intelligence about her situation. Lena… Lena on the other hand looked damn-near feral.
Hours had passed, the world outside was on fire, yet there was nothing for them beyond their faint repulsion and intrigue with the other. They stared as though looking into a nightmarish parallel reality, one that was topsy-turvy and unrecognisable. The thrum of their bond, the invisible link that bound them, it pulsed and throbbed in need of the other. Kara was deep in her heat, Lena too, and yet they felt like unfamiliar strangers to one another in this state.
“Woof!” Kara finally burst with amusement after a period of silence. Her eyes sparkling arrogantly, her smirk wicked and unpleasant. “Does that mangy little dog of mine speak when she’s in her apex state?”
Lena smirked. The two jet-black pointed ears that peeked through her hair twitching slightly. Every muscle seemed to push and become pronounced, the balls of her shoulders, her etched obliques. Her skin was so pale that it almost shimmered, her emerald eyes pitch black and inhuman. Then, there was the long panther-like tail swaying and curling behind her. She was anything but mangy, though Kara amused herself regardless.
“Mangy?” Lena growled beneath her breath, slightly offended and simultaneously above it. “Be careful, my love, those who lie with dogs tend to catch fleas.”
“I am of royal blood and a mother tongue so high and ancient your earthly mouth cannot even pronounce my name. I don’t lay with anyone. I conquer.”
“You don’t conquer.” Lena prowled with her jet black tail curling behind, scoffing. “You bend, you kneel, you tremble, and you whimper for my knot in the long cold night when I’m not around to soothe you — you think I don’t hear you, but I do.” The wolf glanced wickedly, her black eyes imperceptible and obsidian. “I always hear you, slut.”
“Call me that again and I will put you down like the filthy animal you are.” Kara laughed a hard, genuine noise.
Lena’s jaw suddenly seemed to unhinge from itself, so wide and violent was her snarling growl that every razor sharp tooth could be seen in her mouth. Her body shook with indignation, her muscles contracting and fighting one another beneath her skin. She was not human, she was suddenly the legend of nightmares and world killers combined. Kara liked it. Privately, she had so long itched for an adversary of equal station to start a small war with — perhaps her wife had been right under her nose this entire time.
Summary: What’s a submissive female to do when she fights her nature and goes on the run as a Lone wolf to avoid being assimilated into a pack?
Word count: 650
Of Doms & Subs Master List
“I-I suppose I have,” I stammered. Evidently, somewhere in the whirlwind of the past three days I’d subconsciously made a decision.
“Good,” Angus flashed his brilliant, movie-star worthy smile. “I was hoping for a chance to court you.”
“Uh, wait, what?” I stuttered as wolves began pouring out of the woods. At first, I wasn’t sure if I was grateful for the interruption or not, but after my wonderfully eloquent reaction I decided to go with grateful.
The gravelled parking area soon filled with people in various stages of changing. Angus stepped aside to call Bran. Thankfully they agreed that there was no need for the Marrock’s two-person team to come to Seattle now that John had been “taken care of.” Their words, not mine. I had no desire to meet the werewolf equivalent of Judge Dredd. For some inexplicable reason, the Alpha still extended an invitation for the pair, Charles and Anna, to visit.
My wolf snarled at the idea of a strange female in our territory, near Angus. That thought brought me up short. Conversations with Mickayla and Moira swirled in my mind, their advice ultimately boiling down to figuring out what I, and my wolf, wanted. There was still time before the rest of the pack switched over to two legs. I sat on the back bumper of the SUV and turned my attention inward. Ok, girl. I felt like I was talking to Lassie. Do you just like him because he’s an Alpha or do you want him for a… mate? For once, thinking of the word didn’t make me want to shudder.
Several realizations cascaded over me simultaneously. What I had attributed to revulsion at the first time hearing the term “mate” was actually a gut twinge like highly concentrated stomach butterflies, or perhaps a hook drawing me to Angus. My wolf wanted to rub all over him until we were coated in each other’s scents, to run with him through the woods again, the two of us alone in the moonlight, then curl up nose to the other’s tail to sleep. And from both of us, tender possessiveness.
The object of our musings was keeping watch over his people while talking to Tom and Ian, both still in wolf form, about what to do with John’s body. I was confident that Angus was uninjured, but I wanted to run my hands all over to confirm, to give and receive comfort. The pieces inside that had been tumbling in confusion since Tom pulled me over fell into their final places with a sense of rightness that was staggering.
Managing the clean up and ensuring that everyone returned to the trailhead was an internal struggle when I wanted nothing more than to find a den somewhere with Ellie until my wolf was convinced that she was fine. And more importantly, not leaving. I might have been in agreement. Even after a dip in the river, I could still smell that disgusting lone all over me, which was not helping my agitation. I could taste his blood still, though that I didn’t mind.
Shane cast me a questioning look when I requested that he find another ride back, he could probably see that my wolf was close to the surface, though he didn’t argue the issue other than suggesting that Ellie drive the Escalade instead. Perhaps he had a point since I barely noted the trip back I was so focused on her and calming myself down.
“Tomorrow is Tuesday.” I stared at Ellie’s back in bewilderment at the non-sequitur as she toed off her shoes. “I assume you have to go to work.” Where was she headed with these observations? “Now that John is… no longer a threat, I don’t need a babysitter. I figure I’ll start looking for a job tomorrow. My car keys would make that easier.” Oh, her attempts at manipulation were cute.
