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Chapter 2

 

The next sun had set behind the mountain tips which towered the valley of her new home. The evening was still warm when Cynthia awoke in a small hut just outside the mouth of a cave. She had been practicing being a nocturnal, a creature of the night, but found it was still a relatively major transition. Groggily, she fastened her hair with a single booby pin that Mila had given her ‘to control the volume.’

 

Rila, her wereguard had been assigned to be with her. It was a touch of jealously that Rila had over the humans. Born as a female werewolf, her womb was naturally infertile. Rila watched with bitterness at how her clan mates responded to the human females, ogling at them, checking them out, and treating them with reverence. Rila hated all that. But she had accepted the fact that human females were a necessary evil for the continuation of her specie. For the pack to expand, human females needed to be procured for the alpha.

 

When Rila’s pack had been crushed by the berserking Thane, she would have also been locked in the cage, tormented beyond her wits, if it weren’t for her role as a breed-mother – that is – to find human mates for the alphas. The breed mother was a special inter-pack role held solely by Rila for the benefit of all the clans. As a breed mother she acted as a correspondence between the human world and the werewolf world, ferrying human females and delivering them to their alpha’s territory.

 

When she picked up Cynthia and Mila they had already been chosen. This meant that they had gone through the lengthy selection ‘process.’ This process included being imprinted by the alpha, and more importantly, introduced to his territory. Cynthia and Mila had both lived and bonded with their respective alpha male and his respective pack.

 

“I want to see Asch,” said Cynthia.

 

Rila made a slight growl.

 

“No.”

 

“What do you mean ‘no?’ First, you tricked us into coming here, then you’re going to deny my right to see my alpha?” exclaimed Cynthia.

 

“I bought you to your alpha,” said Rila. “Thane is your new alpha.”

 

“Thane isn’t my alpha!” shrieked Cynthia.

 

At least, as long Asch lives, Cynthia would not consider any other. She knows the rules. She belongs to Asch. If he still lives then she can reject Thane.

 

“What do you care about who you serve anyways?” said Rila with a swollen look, “you just do what you’re told human bitch!”

 

“Listen, I don’t know what your problem is. But I demand you to bring me to Asch. I have a right to see him. He’s still alive and let’s not forget that you were supposed to bring me to my alpha. Well my alpha is still alive and I want you to bring him to me!”

 

Pack rules. Rila still had to conform to them. Cynthia had a point. She’s still bound to present her to her alpha. Maybe Thane doesn’t have any sense of responsibility, but Rila still had a shred of dignity inside of her.

 

“Sigh. Let’s go.”

 

****

 

Two passages crowned the mouth of the cave. The first headed towards Thane’s resting place and the second towards a roomy dank prison cellar carved in stone. Cynthia wanted to visit neither. But she reminded herself of her alpha, Asch. Stepping forward the passage leading to the prison, Cynthia could feel a gloomy aura envelope her body. It felt like the souls of the tormented still lingered in the stones. But again, she shut-off these thoughts, thinking that souls were not of the analytical mind, and was of no use in improving her situation. She was a woman of science. A rational thinking woman, who was emotionally invested in her alpha male.

 

The narrow opening of its entrance opened up to a large cavernous hall.
 

 

“This way?” Cynthia asked.

 

Mila nodded and waited by the entrance.

 

Looking around, she found make shift cells in roomy pockets of space etched from stone framed by thick steel bars.
 
Most of the cells were eerily empty. Only one of the cells contained life. Movement stirred inside of it.
 

 

A familiar sight called to her. The sight of her alpha, Asch. She found herself running towards his cell, falling to her knees upon reaching the steel bars of his prison.

 

He was lying on the ground with a chain on his neck.
 
His corrugated leanness shocked Cynthia to disbelief. Cynthia leaned forward.

 

“Asch..”

 

Asch abruptly arose to her presence. Sniffing, Asch’s head slowly turned to her. His wild snapping lunge was only thwarted by a metal collar that chained his neck. His werewolf transformation was quick and unexpected. In her horror, she found his eyes with the same malignant hatred that she had seen in the lieutenant. She could feel the rage stay on her.

 

His hate-filled glare turned soft. He recognized her. The blackened slit of his pupil expanded. The crisscross veins slowly softened. The creases on his face relaxed. The pent up anger discharged. He morphed, collapsing to the ground, human.

 

“My.. love,” he uttered with a guttural sound. “I… am sorry..”

 

He called her my love. Cynthia instantly knew he was still in there. Her king was still alive. She would do anything to make sure he lived. Loyalty, she reasoned, was the trait of a good werewolf mate. A good werewolf mate had to be strong for her alpha. She rallied the strength to try to break down the bars. Pulling and contorting her body, she tried to break the steel mesh of the bars. But the futility of it dawned her. There must be another way.

 

Surveying the area, her scientist instinct took charge. Several steel bar cells stood in the prison. There was a keyhole for every bar. Maybe if she tried to pick the lock, then she could free her lover. She’d seen it in movies, and besides, she reasoned, how hard could a lock truly be. The contraption only seemed to consist of simple geared machines and there had to be a lever.

 

Grabbing the last of her bobby pins, she fashioned a twig of metal incisors. Inserting it to the lock, she felt like a young crook. Slowly fiddling, she was certain to find it. Listening to the heart of the lock, she silently prayed to hear a click; this would indicate that she had moved a lever.

 

*click*

 

Her heart paced. Drawing out her bobby pin, she was disheartened to see that it had broken in two. Her body collapsed on the cave’s bedrock. There has got to be some way. There’s got to be keys. I need to get the keys.

 

“I’ve lost everything,” Asch’s low thickening voice called out to her.
 

 

“You haven’t lost me,” she said.

 

Chapter 3

 

The other passage at the mouth of the cave, the first passage, reeked of pines and ground and masculine. Drawing in breathe, Cynthia would now face the tormentor of her love and the destroyer of her clan. This was an alpha’s cave. It was not her alpha’s cave but it still needed to be dealt with respect.

 

Cautiously she treaded, glancing around her surroundings. Bits of bones and human skulls adorned the cave walls. One skull in particular caught her eye. The skull had a familiar scar. Quickly she shut-off the thought of the lieutenant, and instead she decided to keep walking towards the torches of light further down the cave. Whatever happens, happens. There were no wereguards, unlike in other alpha dwellings. This alpha had a lethality to him that called for no protection.

 

“Finally come to visit me?” boomed the voice of Thane as he arose from shadow.

 

A harem of women followed him. They had a metal collar attached to them. But unlike in the cells, their collars were unattached to any chains. Their movements seemed lackluster. Their arms clutched their bodies as if to hold it together. Their vacant eyes showed no desire to flee or to be alone. Stands to reason, thought Cynthia’s scientific mind, that these girls were the captured werewolf mates of the other alphas in the region.

 

This was a renegade act, she thought to herself. Stories from field researchers indicated that human females were always set-free when a clan had been captured. The human breeders were seen as a respected member, a neutral observer, and a dangerous ally. Lest Thane forgets, humans are known to rage their own battles with werewolves, often sending in skilled hunters to ensnare a werewolf head for a bounty. But this werewolf neither followed the rules, nor any regulations of the werewolves. It had gone berserk, which is to say, and as Cynthia had diagnosed– it had fallen to its animal side.

 

“I’ve come to negotiate the release of Asch,” said Cynthia.

 

The cavernous slabs of rock lining the cave echoed with Thane’s laughter. Deliberately raising his eyebrow, Thane titled his head looking at Cynthia inquisitively.

 

“And what do you have to offer me?” his imperious voice tore from the spacious chamber of his chest.

 

Cynthia cleared her throat and started unbuttoning her shirt
. Isn’t this what he wants? Isn’t what all animals want?

 

The eyes of Thane glowed the sight of the Cynthia undressing herself. Leaning forward, he inspected her.

 

She was a curvaceous woman with hips widening at the rim, hinting at an hourglass figure of fertility. Her large breast bounced excitedly upon being released from the constraints of her bra.
 
A healthy sheet of fat covered her body, resting peacefully at the slabs of her behind. Yet, her body was not unhealthy, for she had meticulously developed the areas that would excite her alpha.

 

Developed muscles lined her sides, carved ‘love handles’ for the heavy pounding of her mate. The musculature of her back and shoulders displayed subtle strength, developed specifically so she could withstand his pounding when crouched. A layer of body fat lusciously enveloped and complemented her curves, giving her a natural motherly look.

 

Every detail of her body she sculpted for her alpha. Even her long black hair was no exception. She grew her hair to serve as a handle to pull back on if her alpha desires. Diligently she worked on her body, exacting each detail for what werewolves grow mad with desire. That was the level of loyalty for her Asch.
 

 

A wide grin formed in Thane’s face as his senses heightened towards the fertile female that stood in front of him. Licking his lips, smiling, he leaned forward.

 

 
“Ultimately,” as his feet pointed towards her. “I will have you. You see your lover is the last of the clan leaders. When he falls I would have complete control. From his fall, from the fall of your alpha, I will lay siege to my prize. You will be my final meal. And I will savor every inch of you.”

 

Cynthia held her stomach as if in pain. It isn’t enough to him that I offer myself for my alpha. What a beast. Turning her torso she grabbed her clothing to cover herself.

 

“You will never be my alpha..” Cynthia said in a low tone.

 

Puffing his chest, Thane laughed arrogantly. In a loud voice full of bluster he remarked, “There can only be one alpha. And I will be yours in time.”

 

He turned her back to her, signaled to one of the females, and disappeared in the extended caverns of the cave.

 

“Cynthia..?” a soft voice called out to her.

 

Cynthia’s eyes widened as she sees her good friend. Cynthia immediately noted Mila’s puffy eyes lacked their usual vitality. Her hunched posture made her seem dejected and spent.

 

“What happened?” Cynthia asked with a kind, soothing tone. “Are you ok?”

 

She walked to Mila and squeezed her shoulder.
 
Mila eyes darted to the ground. Her chest caved, and her chin dipped down.

 

“I thought,” Mila said as her arms tucked into her sides. “I thought he’d love me.”

 

“But he’s just using me! He doesn’t care about me!” Mila said breathing loudly.

 

He enjoyed rutting her, which meant that he would only please himself. Mila had thought that the alpha would be more caring towards her. Yet she would find that Thane did not have compassion. Instead he treated his female breeders as objects to satisfy himself. The alpha image that she had in her mind didn’t match to the cruel dominance of a ruthless alpha.

 

“He would not even call me my name. He would call me ‘bitch of Caim’ – that jerk!” Mila said.

 

“And I have to share him with all these girls!” Mila said as she stomps on the ground.

 

“I miss Caim,” she finally said as her eyes darted to the ground.

 

But Caim had long been adorning the entrance of the cave wall along with the lieutenant. He would have loved her and respected her. In time she would be raising his children. But there is no more time. The cave is now her home and this nightmare would be her new reality.

 

“You have to get me out..!”

 

“How can I?” Cynthia said. ”We’re out here surrounded by forests. The mountain towers over us. And let’s not forget we’re surrounded by werewolves!”

 

“There’s got to be a way!” Mila said. “Can you use that big brain of yours?”

 

“Well there is a way. But we’ve got to get Asch out here first. If I can just free him..” Cynthia said. “..I can make for the lagoon over the mountains. The research facility is housed there. They won’t be able to come near it.”

 

Although, Cynthia had a problem. Asch was locked in a cell.

 

“Do you know where the keys are?” Cynthia asked. “The keys that they have for the prison cells?”

 

“Oh. I don’t know where they are,” Mila said, “but… I think I know somebody who knows where they are!”

 

“Who?”

 

“Rila”

 
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