Owned By The Alphas: Part One (2 page)

C
alt heard
the human beg for his touch and his cock throbbed, eager to feel the sweet, wet heat of her. With all that had been happening in the past month, she just touched a nerve in a way she could not have imagined. He was a new pack master and had been under a great deal of strain. To have this female human succumb to him so readily, it gave him a much-needed feeling of power. He had never been with a human female before save for one time that was unimpressive, when he was just a teen. But this female, she had the most delicious smell…

When her scent had been carried across the early evening breeze, he’d been in wolf form, searching the border of his territory while his pack still slept. It used to be that he rarely awoke this early, being nocturnal creatures as wolves are, but the new burden he carried weighed heavily on Calt. It left him waking well before the others. Calt went from being fine with playing the more languid role of second in command and protector, to being thrust into the role of alpha with all the responsibility suddenly on his grieving shoulders. And now, a breach of territory from the neighboring pack discovered just last night had him on a very sharp edge.

Six months ago, his pack nestled into their new home on the side of a mountain never traveled to by bipeds, safe and hidden from humankind. Until then, Yosemite National Forest could claim no wolves living among their resident wildlife. People often mistook coyotes for wolves but how they could, Calt and the others did not know.

The almost twelve-hundred square miles of protected land made living a private, hidden life possible. That was why they had chosen it. They could move to California where no other packs inhabited the land, where hunting would be easy, and where the weather was gorgeous, better than the dreadful cold of Canada. Trails and campgrounds were popular and regulated, and the vast majority of humans kept to the safer zones, so they would be free of them for the most part. The danger-seekers, like rock-climbers, could be avoided. Those were few. It was a brilliant plan.

At least, it had been.

In his excitement Dak, one of their own, bragged about their plan to another wolf the night before the move, in a bar in southern rural Canada. To their great confusion, they discovered the other pack had moved into Yosemite a month after them, causing them to wonder how this coincidence could have happened, and at their timing. Dak, overcome by his guilty conscience, confessed his breach. Rait had been furious. As Alpha it was his job to keep them safe, and now another pack could endanger the awareness of their existence. He punished Dak with no food for a week, an impossible torture.

To hide themselves from human eyes, that was hard enough. But…to hide two packs? And one they did not govern? Who knew what they would do–what they were capable of?

Society must remain wholly unaware that werewolves exist.

After much thought, with anger always at his side, Rait decided to try and instate an agreement. Calt had gone with him to speak to the other pack’s alpha, a wolf named Red whose brown fur was so dark it was almost black, and whose blue eyes betrayed his secret. The three begrudgingly agreed upon rules. Red agreed without question that keeping the secret of their supernatural identity was crucial. He also agreed that it would be best that humans did not know wolves had taken up residence in this beautiful forest at all. He would keep his pack away from humanity, even though he did not at all like being told to. Rait and Calt had left feeling satisfied.

Life was peaceful for four sweet months. Rait’s pack hunted, slept, played, coupled, and lived a relaxing life. But then Rait decided to make a casual patrol of the borders. Not feeling it necessary to interrupt Calt’s sexual playtime with Tawny, he went alone. When Calt had risen and joined the rest of the pack in the main cavern, he asked where his alpha was. Calus and Dak told him. He’d set off to join his master, shifting into his wolf as soon as he left the cave.

Two miles away, he heard it. A gun shot echoing off the trunks of countless trees, shaking the leaves of hundreds of branches until it reached his sensitive ears. His heart leapt into his throat and he’d run as fast as he could toward the sound. But gunshots can be tricky, the ricocheting echo sent him in many directions until he finally resorted to his sense of smell. He searched to find the strongest and most recent scent of his alpha and it took him an hour until he found what he was searching for. It was too late. Rait was lifeless and alone, blood spilled out from a hole the size of dime in his chest. Calt had thrown back his head and howled.

“You are safe with me,” he murmured against the soft skin of the human female’s neck as he nuzzled it, losing himself and his grief in her flesh. He buried one finger, and then a second, deeply inside of her, groaning as he felt the tight clenching of her sex against his skin. “Why do you trust me?”

“I don’t know,” she breathed.

“But you do trust me,” he murmured, taking the pad of her earlobe between his teeth.

“Yes.” Her throaty voice brushed against his mind, dulling the tension his shoulders carried. He slipped his fingers out to touch the hardened bean of her sex, flicking it roughly on the side. The human moaned deeply and her body bent to his touch. She was much more responsive than his own kind. She-wolves fought him off as part of the sex act. He found that fun, but submission such as this was even more so. Her body was softer and more pliable than his kind, too, and he loved it.

Calt groaned again, low and gutturally as the scent of her traveled like musky, delicious smoke into his nose. His veins pulsed harder. With unbelievable speed, he unzipped and pulled down her pants, flipping her around. Her hands smacked flat against the stone and she gasped, a sound that incensed him. If her gasps were such a turn-on, what would her screams sounds like? He pulled down lavender cotton panties so that they fell to her ankles, grabbed the ample expanse of her hips and arched her ass up. She cried out as he filled her in one explosive push, restraint a foreign concept to his wolf.

Calt had thought he would have his way with her to ease the ravenous hunger her trust and arousal had spawned in him, then deposit her afterward safely back to humanity, somewhere near a campsite so that another human would see her and take her home to wherever it is she came from. But as he fucked her, she moved on him voraciously and the strain and worry of his recent role was replaced with a feeling of pleasure, relief and power. He felt his sense of who he was becoming clearer–he was alpha. It was in his blood. It was who he was meant to be. Even if the title came by death, it was now his to bear and his to honor. He had to live with that now. And this human helped him feel as powerful as he was supposed to feel.

She bent her body to him like she knew that he was king.

He growled as the sloping curve of her ass arched up in the air. He dug his nails into its flesh, and she moaned louder, dripping down his shaft. He groaned and pressed in deeper, more roughly. She moaned, hungry for him. He watched her fingers fan out onto the granite, and he grabbed her arms and swiped her jacket off her body. Then he yanked her t-shirt up over her head. She let him, tossing her dark mane around, her rubber band flying. She threw a lascivious glance over her shoulder as she bit her bottom lip and moaned again. He drove into her harder and reached to grab her breasts. She slapped her hands onto the rock again and arched her back as he held onto the soft abundance of her flesh, teasing her nipples between his rough fingers and fucking her from behind.

It was the first time since grief had hit that Calt felt something other than pain and fury. This creature before him now, made him forget his troubles. This? This was different than sex with the females of his pack. This was no game, no fight, no demonstrating status and hierarchy. It was pure, unadulterated pleasure. Just him claiming her and her surrendering herself to him…as it should be.

The human whimpered, “Harder!” over and over breathlessly, not knowing that she was planting a seed of obsession with every moan she released.

He stared at her. Raked his eyes over her skin, memorized all of it.

She was his.

He owned her now. He knew suddenly that he would keep her and take her back to his den.

And he did not care what she thought about that.

Calt growled and shoved himself inside the human with one last deep burst, spilling his hot seed into her body. She screamed, locking onto him in hot gripping bursts. He hammered until he couldn’t anymore, watching her melt against the stone, her breath turning to steam in the cold, twilight hour. Without thinking, the alpha threw back his head and howled into the night. The echo crashed back to his ears, slamming him back to reality, to caution. To the need to be safe, for the good of himself, the human female, and for them all.

Pulling out of her, he frowned and bent to retrieve her shirt and jacket. She blinked and peeked at him, shyer now that the act was over. One of her jeans legs was on, the other hanging off, and both of her sneakers had slipped off to the side when she hadn’t noticed. She quickly stepped into the askew pant-leg and pulled them up, taking the rest of her clothes from his outstretched hand. As she tucked her feet back into her shoes, he didn’t notice the crease forming between her slender eyebrows, because his attention was arrested violently by something he heard.

Zipping her windbreaker up, she stared at him. “Everything okay? Did I do something wrong?”

Calt said in a thick whisper, “You should not have been here.” He looked to the ground deep in thought. He had never showed a human what he was before. It was a secret they all kept; none of them had ever showed normal human beings what they could be, what they could do, and what they really are, not unless they planned to kill them. But here he had no choice.

They were coming. And he would not give her up, nor let them kill her if they smelled him on her.

Calt locked eyes with the human as she stared at him, wondering why he looked at her so. “You can never leave.”

“What?” she gasped, mouth slackening.

Without explanation or warning, Calt shifted. His bones cracked and reformed, black fur sprung out over his body and he fell to all fours, his hands and feet shaping into enormous paws. He turned his back on her, thinking he may have just made the biggest mistake of his life.

H
e didn’t stand
on two legs like the werewolves in the movies. He looked like a normal wolf only much larger. To be this close to a wolf who wasn’t half human would have terrified her enough, but to know he was the man who’d just been inside of her, crumbled Ali. Her sanity and understanding of the world instantly and completely vanished. In two brief minutes she’d gone from having the most exciting sex of her life to learning that not only did werewolves exist, but she’d just had sex with one in the farthest reaches of a forest with no one to scream to for help. Shock joined her feet with the earth like roots to a tree, and she was unable to move.

He turned his back to her, planting a seed of confusion.
Oh God
, she thought,
Please leave! Please don’t eat me
.

But then she heard it–the howling–and it didn’t come from him. She went white and stared into the distance, her eyes flitting quickly to the wolf.

The beast turned its head, ears rigidly perked. It locked eyes with her, his brilliant heterochromia irises now glowed. He seemed to be urging her to get on his back. Could she be imagining that? Was there a human’s mind inside that narrowed skull? Was the thing
trying to communicate
?

She heard the howling again, louder this time. All the tiny hairs on her body stood on end and despite the fact that she was scared of the creature hitting his paws onto the dirt in front of her, eager to run, the howls coming from some unknown source were the worse of two evils. She did what she never would have believed she’d have done: she climbed on.

In one fluid motion, he lowered his head and picked up her fallen backpack with his teeth, bounding into the forest as she gripped onto the fur on the back of his neck, the fleshy skin underneath as good a handle as any.

“Ali, you’ve really gotten yourself into a fucking sinkhole this time,” she muttered through chattering teeth as they bound up the mountain, zigzagging through an obstacle course of bushes, red fir trees, sequoias and rocks. The long howls trailed behind them and she wasn’t sure of where they were coming from.

After they’d raced for miles jumping over smaller, fallen trees many times over, a fifty-foot-long fallen sequoia blocked their path, the enormous size of it hallowed out with holes, gaping invitations for a horrible fall. Ali closed her eyes as they advanced on it, gripping tighter onto his fur. Not able to stop herself, she peeked out just as the wolf leapt into the air to clear the gigantic dried trunk. Her hair whipped behind her, and as they flew over it her breath suspended in her chest, returning as they hit the ground with a loud thud and galloped away. Gasping, she glanced behind her to see if the other wolves were still following, because despite the fact that she couldn’t believe it, that’s what they had to be, right? Wolves? Were they werewolves like him, or just normal, wild, kill-you-in-a-heartbeat
wolves
? She listened hard, but the howls that had haunted their journey for too long were now absent, and she realized she didn’t know how long they’d been gone.

I’m safe,
she thought, then immediately chided herself,
Don’t be ridiculous, Ali. How safe can you be, riding a werewolf?

She expected the beast to stop now that they weren’t being chased, but he didn’t slow for what must have been another three very long miles. Ali’s arms and legs ached badly. She struggled to hold on for as long as she could, but being only human, her strength gave out.

“I can’t! I can’t! I’m sorry! Stop!”

The wolf skidded to a stop and Ali flew off of him, landing in a pile of skin and pine needles to the side. She pushed herself up on her hands, her legs bruised and scraped by the stone floor of the mountain, but not broken. Turning to look at the beast under the shadows of moonlight, she gasped. The wolf was gone, and the man stood before her again, his shift so fast she hadn’t seen it during the gathering up of herself from her fall.

“Oh!” she cried out in surprise, then muttered, “Well, now I know why you’re naked,” brushing her knotted hair from her eyes.

The man’s spine straightened and he seemed to grow taller as he informed her with the authority of a king, “I am Calt.”

She blinked up at him and said, flatly, “Ali.”

He stepped toward her and held out his hand. Staring at it, it took her a moment to realize he was trying to help her up, not introduce himself with a hand-shake; that would have been ridiculous under the circumstances and she was about to laugh at his absurd gesture. Glad that she hadn’t, she sheepishly slipped her hand into his and allowed herself to be lifted off the ground and righted to a standing position. Her hands worked to dust off her clothes and she discovered the zipper of her jeans was still undone; they’d been pulled up and buttoned hastily, to say the least. She quickly zipped it and straightened up to see he was regarding her with guarded curiosity.

“You are not frightened,” Calt said.

Ali worked with the knots in her hair. “I was, but it’s occurred to me that you saved me, so…and besides, I think I’m in shock. So, were those wolves or…like you?” She didn’t know if the word werewolf was bad to say, like how little people didn’t like to be called the ‘M’ word.

“They were werewolves, like me, yes. Members of another pack.” Angrily, he walked away from her as if he were headed somewhere, like he knew the land. Ali grabbed her backpack from where he’d dropped it, and followed him, jogging to catch up to his long strides.

“Another pack? You mean there are that many werewolves that you have packs? I’m sorry for asking questions, but the whole world doesn’t know you guys are real! I mean, this is crazy!”

He eyed her from the side as they walked together. “Just because you do not know something exists does not make it crazy. Just because you are not aware of life does not mean it has less merit than your own.”

Back peddling, she slid her arms through the backpack’s straps and winced at the soreness in her arms. “Right. Okay. But if you found out unicorns existed, wouldn’t you be surprised?”

His lips tugged up slightly. “They do exist.”

She stopped in her tracks. “What?”

Calt burst out laughing and turned to face her. “I am kidding.”

“Oh!” She grinned, and couldn’t help but peek down. Oh my. He was incredible, and she had the soreness to prove it. When she met his eyes again, she saw he was smiling.

“You enjoy this body?” he asked her without teasing.

Her mouth dried a little at the directness of his question. She glanced up at the half moon above them, silently considering what to say. She did a double-take as she realized it wasn’t full, suddenly wondering how much of the movie lore was true and how much was complete and utter bullshit.

“How could I not like your body? It’s amazing,” she admitted.

His jaw clicked. “I am more comfortable in my wolf form. I have only adopted this to not frighten you. It is not how I prefer to be.”

She glanced to the ground to avoid staring at his stiffening shaft. “You still frighten me.”

He stepped toward her and she peeked up to see the muscles of his chest expanding on an inhale. “I do? I do not smell fear coming from you, only lust.”

She gave a little sound of embarrassment and croaked, “Yes. Believe me, you scare me. Very much. Just maybe not in the way you’re used to scaring people.”

A smile played with his lips and his voice lowered. “You must enjoy fear, because I know you want me again.” The deep resonance was an unavoidable aphrodisiac to her innate femininity.
God, what am I? Some kind of nympho? This is absurd.

“I don’t,” she lied, embarrassed at her transparency.

“You do,” he argued, his two-toned eyes gleaming down at her.

Ali tilted up her chin and forgot what she’d just learned, that this man was not really human, that he could transform into an animal who could rip her heart out with his claws or teeth. For now, her mind skimmed past that eagerly, because whether it was the fear or excitement over what just happened, all she wanted was for him to fill her up again and make her scream with pleasure. She longed to be that free once more.

“Maybe a little,” she allowed with a smile.

He laughed and turned away, walking again in the direction they were headed.

She stared at his back while her blood boiled at having been toyed with. Pride held her tongue and she held her head high, following him again, but this time reluctantly. She did not jog up to be at his side.