The strongest Alpha's and Beta's from far away warewolf clans came once every year to claim offerings from the humans. Twelve, young, virgin women. It was a small price to pay for harmony with the great beastly men. If they didn't like the smell of one, if she wasn't pure, she'd be killed immediately. If she was favored, she'd be wisked away to an unknown fate. If they found her lacking, they'd simply leave her there. That was Nicolette's goal. To be left alone, ignored and forgotten as she'd always been. But when a warm tongue first slid up her neck, her body and mind betrayed her resolve. Something deep inside her melted, and the flames of hope were ignited. The ever stoic Alpha and Beta never thought they'd find a proper mate, but when they first entered the collaseaum, they scented her. A warm, sweet, floral smell drew them in. Her body kept them there. But her mind, it ensured they'd never let her go. They had to have her, all of her, immediately and indefinitely.