Cursed

Alpha

Alpha Elijah Forrester

I haven’t looked at the clock for hours, immersed in endless paperwork I had put off for too long. A more tedious task than the adrenaline fueled rigorous training of wolves to join the inner circles of guardians. Brutal, but necessary. I f*****g hated it though.

As I put the last approval paper on the finished stack, I sighed, stretching my arms above my head. Looking at the clock, I realized I had worked through dinner and now it was 2:56 am. My stomach grumbled, Noctis was bitterly cursing in the back of my mind, nearly ravenous. I looked at the phone on my desk.

Do a porterhouse steak. Raw.

“That does sound good, but I’ll make it rare.” I murmured to myself, picking up the phone.

“Yes, Alpha?” Came the tentative, female voice on the other side.

“Bring me up a porterhouse, rare with garlic mashed potatoes.” I ordered, not waiting to hear her response before hanging up.

Knock, knock.

“Enter.” I said, not bothering to look up at Beta Alexander as he strode in.

“I assume you’re finished.” He said, gesturing at the stack of papers. I grunted, turning my phone on. Nothing important, except for a few she wolves I’ve bedded, desperate for a night.

“Took me long enough.”

“Did you have a moment to approve the contract of partnering with the mayor’s campaign?”

“Tell me why I should approve?”

“Partnering with the humans will benefit us in the long run, financially.” The beta said. It didn’t sound like a terrible idea, then again he has never steered me wrong. Beta Alexander is not only my most trusted, right hand man, but he is also my lifelong friend. I put my signature in the respected margins and handed him the paperwork.

“Anything else?” My tone is a little sharp.

“The Lux's have requested Lana Greystone attend human school.”

“The foster from Waning Moon? She wouldn’t be useful in the academy anyways.” He smiled, bowing his head slightly. “I believe that is it. I’ll take care of these.” He picked up the stack. “You okay?”

“It was more than I hoped. I’ve been at this for nearly 9 hours.”

"Stop slacking." He said, turning towards the door. “Let me know if you need anything.”

“Will do.” I responded as he shut the door behind him. I scrolled through the messages from the shewolves. Maybe a little entertainment would be good for me to get the best sleep. I needed a little workout after sitting in that damn chair for hours. After some time deliberating, I settled on Isis. She had sent a picture of her perfect, milky white, t**s. Flawless face, with hazel eyes and curly blonde hair. Obviously filtered, but she was still hot.

Noctis growled his approval as I sent her a swift: You still up?

It didn’t take long for her to send a video of her playing with her pretty pink p***y. I felt myself stiffen slightly, and told her to come by in an hour. That would give me enough time to eat and clean up. There was another knock at my door.

“Enter.” I commanded and my petite, redheaded secretary bustled in, silver plate in hand.

“Your food, Alpha.” She quipped, a hopeful glimmer in her eyes. I stood up and walked over to her, her eyes fluttering down to my obvious bulge. She seemed to be quivering in anticipation. She-wolves loved me. But tonight wasn’t her night. I still enjoyed the attention.

I grabbed the tray and sat down at my desk as she stood there.

“You may leave now.” Disappointment flooded her features as she bowed her head and left the room. It didn’t take me long to devour the meal. I called her back, not waiting for her to clean up, and left for my suite.

Entering my bathroom, I shed my clothes and turned the nozzles in my large walk-in shower. I sat on the bench, closing my eyes as I dwelled in my thoughts.

I had never met Greystone, nor did I particularly care to. She was a divine mistake, the only one ever heard of to have never been blessed by the moon goddess. To me she symbolized weakness, and I loathed weakness. Waning Moon was already considered a weaker pack, it was lucky for her that the Lux's were even approved to foster her. After washing up, I turned the shower off and grabbed a fresh cotton towel to dry off. I wiped the steam from the large mirror above the sink. My hair a deep midnight black, mirrored by my wolf Noctis in his true form. My eyes were a bright green. My strong shoulders, chest and abdominal muscles glistened from the steam.

Looking at my phone, I realized the she wolf, Isis, would be coming soon.

I considered getting dressed but, honestly, I was too tired for more than just release.

There was a soft knock on my door.

“Come in,” I said. She walked in, lust in her eyes. She wore a tight red dress, her heavy cleavage fighting to escape. I walked up to her and pulled her against me, not even giving her a chance to greet me. She moaned to me, pressing her firm body against my bare torso.

Noctis growled in animalistic anticipation and I dove in, ripping her dress off and resting her thighs on my shoulders. She didn’t even wear panties, granting me easy access to her moist core. My tongue flicked her sweet c**t, gently swirling and tantalizing her. She groaned, her back arching into me, her hands running through my drying hair. God, I’m so hard it hurts. I couldn’t stop myself from spitting on my hand and rubbing it on my c**k. I rubbed it against her folds before pushing myself inside of her, slowly.

She moaned, gripping my hips, pulling me further into her. I pumped into her, it was hard not to blow it all then in there as I quickened my pace. I bit into her neck ravenously as we rocked together.

My hands pulled hers above her head, preventing her from preventing my exit as I reached my climax, my c**k pulsing as I pulled it out, shooting my load all over her perfect flat belly. I groaned as I gripped it, then climbed off, grabbing the tissues at my bedside. She laid there, anticipating me cleaning her up, but at this point I was exhausted and tossed her the box, letting her tend to herself. I could tell she didn’t c*m, but I didn’t give a f**k. She had a good time, I could tell.

“Round two?” She smiled hopefully. I shook my head.

“I have to get up at seven to train a new set of newbies. You can go.” She almost scowled and retrieved the shreds of her dress.

“Sorry about that, you can take a robe from the bottom drawer of my dresser.”

After she was gone, I climbed to bed and passed out immediately.

Honestly, it didn’t feel like I slept at all. Before I knew it the sun was piercing through my window, stabbing through my eyelids. I groaned and opened them, staring at my bedside clock. It was 7:30. I’m so f*****g late. I jumped out of bed, grabbing a fresh pair of basketball shorts, white, v-neck t-shirt, socks, and tennis shoes.

Once I was dressed, I left. It didn’t take too long to get to the training grounds as it was part of the Alpha’s mansion’s property.

Upon entering the stadium, I already took note that nobody was warming up while they waited. They were just goofing around, chatting amongst themselves. Seriously?

“Everyone partner up.” I announced to the crowd of twenty. They didn’t pay attention. I rolled my neck, feeling my bones pop and let Noctis’s growl rip through me. My fingers elongated into claws, and my fangs grew, popping my human teeth out. The pain didn’t really affect me anymore, it’s really only the first few transformations that are hard to get used to. Even being in partial form didn’t faze me.. Everyone was suddenly alert.

“I know you f*****g idiots think you’re hot s**t just cause you got in, so shut up and listen” I commanded quietly, letting the power of my Alpha line blast through to them. “Now, I was going to let you guys continue to warm up but since you’re so busy doing whatever the f**k, you all are going to partner up and spar. I want to see where all your skills are at before we continue.”

They stood there gawking at me. “Did I f*****g stutter?” Who the f**k chose these guys? When everyone had found a partner, I shifted back into my human form.

“BEGIN!”

They weren’t that bad, despite being cocky bastards, they could handle their own pretty decently. After the first bout of sparring, I had all the losers sit out, and the winners combat it out, tourney style. Finally, it was down to the last two, Jacob and Will; the winner would face off against me. I watched them gauge each other cautiously, circling each other when Will launched himself forward, claws elongating and emerging from his fingers as he partially shifted into his wolf form. Jacob ducked, dropping down for a low kick making impact with his shin. I watched with interest as Will caught himself and darted around Jacob, grabbing him in a choke hold. Jacob immediately scooped his arm under Will’s, throwing him over his shoulder and pinning him to the ground with his knee pressed firmly on his chest.

They went at it for a while, neck to neck, and when it appeared Will had the upper hand, Jacob outmaneuvered him and pinned him down in a way that Will had no escape. The rest of the trainees cheered.

I clapped my hands together a few times until the group had their attention focused on me.

“I won’t shift for this, let’s see how long you last.” I told Jacob, standing in the ring. Jacob grinned and crouched, ready. I pulled my shirt over my head and tossed it to the side, standing up straight and still facing him. A look of confusion crossed his face, until he gritted his teeth and lunged at me. He stumbled past me, appearing just as, if not more confused. It probably seemed like I didn’t even move, but I’m not Alpha for no reason. He didn’t hesitate to double back and aim for my back, but before he made contact I grabbed his arm, twisted it around his back and shoved my knee into the middle of his back, causing him to buckle down. He couldn’t move. This took less than 10 seconds at a max.

Nobody said a word, but I knew what they were all thinking. The power of an Alpha bloodline was awe-inspiring, let alone the Alpha of the Crimson Moon pack, the most powerful pack to date.

“That will be all for the day. Keep up your workouts. Tomorrow we will go over combat maneuvering. It’s my hope that by at least two months, one of you will present a real challenge to me.” I looked at Jacob, pointedly. After dismissing them, I checked my phone. Alex wanted to get together to go to a popular club downtown tonight. I had plenty of energy still, so that did sound like a good idea. Wolves don’t really get drunk, unless they have special infused liquor. I didn't particularly want to get drunk tonight, but having a human female would be a tasty ego boost.

I decided to spend an hour at the gym, working out, and the rest of the day went by pretty uneventfully.

Soon enough, Alex and I were pulling up to the club. I tipped the driver and we both made our way past the line of people toward the bouncer blocking the entrance.

“Get to the back of the line.” One of the guys waiting in front complained. I paid him no mind, and presented the bouncer with my card. The owners of the place were very aware of the wolf's existence, and I got VIP treatment.

“Alpha.” The bouncer murmured, stamping my hand with a special stamp. A red crimson moon. The music thudded feverishly, and we made our way in through the sweaty mess of bodies. I donned a basic, but classy black button-up shirt, tucked casually into dark jeans, my sleeves rolled up exposing my bulging muscles. Alex, a black t-shirt, and dark jeans.

“Oh, my god, look how f*****g hot they are.” I heard a female whisper to her equally scantily dressed friend. I was grateful the material of my shirt was thin, the heat was a little much. I unbuttoned the top two buttons of my shirt and approached a waitress, displaying my stamp. Her eyes widened and she led us to a special VIP booth that overlooked the entire club on the second floor. She had two other waitresses in short shorts bring us three large bottles of Ace champagne, decorated with sparklers. Alex stood over the balcony, filled flute in hand.

“Grab us a couple bottles of Ciroc while you're at it.” He said blandly to the waitress, stuffing a few hundred in her bra. She blushed, and shuffled off.

“So, who is it gonna be tonight?” I asked him, bored. He didn’t respond for a bit, scanning the crowd down below. His eyes fixated on someone. She was easy to pinpoint, as she stood out in her short, glittery dress. Her long raven hair was perfectly straight, cascading down to the middle of her back. She appeared to be a Latina. I could tell that from there. Her ass, stupendous.

“You can take her, I can take her friend.” He said, eying the girl dancing with her. She appeared to be mixed, her hair dark and curly, her caramel skin glowing. The waitress came back with the bottles. I focused my attention on the Latina, while Alex ordered her to bring the girls to us. I watched as she went down to the main floor and approached the two. She pointed up at our section.

We raised our glasses down at them. Excited, they followed the waitress eagerly up the stairs. They stood agitated, we probably were somewhat intimidating.

“Have a seat.” Alex said courteously, gesturing next to us. They giggled, the Latina eyed me hopefully. I looked at her and nodded, patting the seat next to me. She sat down gleefully.

“Ciroc or Champagne?” I asked her.

“Ciroc.” She said, her voice thickly accented. “My name is Estella, como te llamas?”

“Elijah.” I responded, pouring ice and liquor into a drink mixer. “Mix?”

“Red bull.” She said flirtatiously, her voice deep and husky. I shook the drink mix together, and poured it into both of our cups.

“Gracias, Guapo.”

“You know a little Spanish?”

“Un poco.” I’ve had to communicate extensively with people of a lot of nationalities, so I’m fluent in a lot of languages.

“Ya veo papi.” She said, giggling and batting her lashes at me. Alex was busy cozying up with his own prize.

“How about a drinking game?” His date said, “By the way, my name is Sasha.” She said, waving at me. “Never have I ever?”

“Oooh, yes!” Estella exclaimed, clapping her hands together.

“Why not?” I said, pouring everyone a shot. “You start, Estella.”

“Never, have I ever….” She pondered for a moment. “Never have I ever had a foursome.” Me and Alex took the shots. I repoured the drinks.

“Oooh, really?” Estella said, she wiggled her eyebrows at Sasha, and they both broke down giggling.

“Your turn, Sasha,” Alex said to her. She rubbed her hands together and drummed the table gently. “Never have I ever done anal.”

“Given or received?” Alex asked.

“Both.”

Everyone took a shot, except for Sasha.

“Never have I ever lost a fight,” I said. Alex snorted, then took a shot. “Cap…” He whispered, shaking his head.

“You guys fight?” Estella quipped, her words slurring slightly. She played with her hair coyly.

“Sometimes.” I responded. She giggled, giving Sasha a knowing look. “Your turn, princess.”

“Never have I ever…” Estella purred. “Killed anyone.”

Both me and Alex took a shot. They looked at us in shock and wonder.

“For real?” Sasha said, blinking at us. They looked at each other and burst out laughing.

“I was just kidding, but damn,” Estella laughed. “Surely, you kid us.”

Their laughter died out at our serious expressions. They looked at each other, nervously. Sasha shrugged and took a huge sip of her drink.

“Estella, qué diablos estás haciendo?!” A tall Latino man yelled out, towards us. He and another guy were coming up the stairs,

they looked pissed. Boyfriends, perhaps? That would make this a hell of a lot more interesting. I looked over at Alex, who suddenly appeared gleeful. His eyes were dancing in delight.

“Puta de mierda, te he estado buscando por todas partes!” The man yelled, approaching our table, grabbing her by the arm and yanking her to her feet.

“Miguel, me estoy divirtiendo! Por qué estás tan celoso?!” She snapped at him. He slapped her cheek.

“Easy, gentleman, there’s no need to fight, these ladies merely graced us with their company.” Alex said, raising his glass at the men.

“Maldita puta, salgamos de aquí, a menos que te pague por tu tiempo.” Miguel said. Are they callgirls, maybe? If anyone was going to be paying for anyone’s time, it would be him and his friend.

“There’s an easy way to settle this.” I offered, pouring a whole new set of shots for everyone. “Last one standing, gentleman? Ladies, why don’t you freshen up in the bathroom, while me and the men talk.”

“No lo escuches, vamos.” Miguel said, starting to pull on her arm, directing her towards the stairs. She glared at him.

“No, Miguel, I want to stay here.” She demanded, standing her ground. I raised my voice, causing everyone except for Alex to flinch at the power coating it. Even humans could detect it, if subtly.

“A drinking game. If we win, the girls come spend the night with us, and you’ll get to see them safely in the morning.” I said, simply, not breaking eye contact. Sweat dewed up on Miguel’s thick brows as he glowered at me.

“Fine then, gringo.” He spit, they both slid into the booths as the girls nervously tailed each other to the nearest bathroom. “Just between us gentlemen, yeah? Settle this like men.”

They smirked at each other.

“For good measure, we will give you a small handicap.” I said, pouring two shots each for me and Alex. We tossed them back and soon, we were pouring shot after shot, and after about the eighth one, Miguel and his friend were swaying in their seats.

“What the f**k is this, man, you’re not even drunk, did you switch out your shots with water?” Miguel hissed, infuriated. He stood up grabbing the half-empty ciroc bottle and smashing it on the table. The waitresses looked at us nervously, wondering if they should stop us. They didn’t, however, and I stood up, casually brushing the glass off my lap. Damn, these were brand new jeans.

He held the broken bottle up, pointed at my throat. His hand ever so subtly, trembling. I stared at him. To him, my eyes probably appeared darker than their usual green. He stepped back a little, then stood his ground. Noctis growled in anticipation, begging to be let out, he wanted to rip him into shreds for even daring to stand up against us. Filthy human. In a flash, I had unarmed him and spun him around into a choke hold. Gently enough to where a wolf could probably break out of, but he was only a mere human. He sputtered, his face turning a dark shade of maroon, his fingers helplessly clawed at my skin as he fought to loosen my hold, but I gripped harder.

“You’ll kill him, Elijiah.” Alex said, chuckling under his breath. He raised his eyebrows at Miguel’s friend, who seemed to step closer to him, but when he saw the violence in Alex’s eyes, he stumbled backwards. I let the man go, and he fell to the ground,

grasping at his throat.

“Eres un maldito diablo!” Miguel choked out, “Mantener a las putas de mierda! Vamos Jeremy.” I laughed. Devil huh?

Cursing they stumbled down the stairs, I just realized both females were watching us from the bathroom door, awestruck. I waved them over.

“Miguel is a f*****g i***t, I’ve been wanting to dump him for a long time.” Estella purred, cozying up next to me, stroking my arm.

“Shall we continue?”

Alex opened up a mindlink with me.

I am going to do a quick walk around to scope out the area. Keep my girl occupied. He thought towards me.

Will do. I responded.

You can have a little fun in the meantime, get them to make out or something. Sasha looked at him questioningly when he stood up. He bent down to kiss her forehead.

“I will be back.” He reassured her, before leaving us and heading downstairs.

I poured more shots, watching the females slowly get more intoxicated. Soon enough, Sasha and Estella were curled around each other, kissing each other fervently. Their fingers entwined in each other’s hair. I could smell the arousal of both of them, prompting my own member to immediately stiffen, as I sat back, sipping on a glass of champagne.

I watched hungrily, as their fingers went up each other's skirts, moaning, playing with each other. They both looked at me, Estella sitting up to stroke my arm, deviously. She placed her hand on the back of my head, curling her fingers in a grip and pulled me in for a kiss. Her mouth tasted like skittles and liquor, hot and wet, her tongue tracing the part in my lips. I gave in, kissing her with equal fervor, nibbling on her bottom lip. Her hand traced my thigh, feeling for my large bulge. She could feel my girth and her eyes sparkled when she looked up at me. Her eyes practically begging to f**k her right then and there.

I had half a mind to bend her over on the table. She unbuckled me, and unbuttoned my jeans, zipping them down. I lifted my hips, letting her spring me free.

“You are so f*****g big.” She cooed, putting her fingers in her mouth, wetting them, before working her palm on the tip of my c**k. I had to fight a tremble under her gentle touch, as she worked her hand on it, stroking it up and down, and fondling my balls.

“Don’t f*****g tease me.” I murmured, holding back my own groan, I grabbed her by her hair, and pulled her head back, exposing her neck. I nibbled it playfully, if not somewhat roughly.. f**k, I’m throbbing so much, it was almost too much to handle. She and Sasha exchanged glances and they both, in unison, crawled under the table. I rested my arms behind my back, as I felt them both touch me, one mouth on my balls, the other’s tongue tracing the tip, before pushing it into her mouth. With a moan, I tilted my head back, enjoying the sensations they were giving me. Nowhere good enough for me to blow right there, but enough to satisfy the throb.

“Enjoying yourself?” Alex suddenly said on the table. Sasha leapt up, but he shook his head. “We are all having fun, right? Should we take this somewhere else?”

All clear? I mind linked Alex.

All clear. He confirmed, he offered his hand to a delighted Sasha as Estella emerged from under the table and I fixed myself back up. We would probably go to a hotel, and honestly, we couldn’t get there fast enough.

Leaving the building, I smelt a strange scent coming vaguely from the crowd. It was sweet, unfamiliar, and not entirely enticing. I wrinkled my nose and looked back, scanning the crowd for the source. Was I imagining it? It was gone.

“You good?” Alex asked, looking back at me, while he texted the driver to come to the front. I narrowed my eyes, trying to detect the scent, but no.

“Yeah, I guess.” I said, climbing in the limo after them. During the ride to the hotel, Alex and Sasha made out while Estella straddled my lap, grinding against me. I traced my fingers on her inner thighs as she granted me entrance to her wet folds. Her thin thong is saturated with moisture. She moaned as I curled my fingers inside of her, gently working her to a brink before taking them away. Her p***y tightened around my fingers, I could tell she was aching for more, but I wasn’t going to grant her release yet.

We got settled in a giant penthouse suite, the girls were sitting at the main area table, breaking some cocaine apart on a mirror in fine lines. They took turns sniffing it up, before turning some EDM dance music on the TV. They danced together while Alex and I watched. They looked at us coyly, stroking and kissing each other. Drinks later, we were all engrossed in a sweaty thrall, f*****g, going down on each other, sharing. I really don’t know at what point we all passed out, but I had woken up to a strange sensation. An awareness. A new consciousness in the back of my mind that I didn’t recognize, none of the pack were really due for

Awakening until at least a month out, so it took me aback.

Sweating, I sat up, untangling myself from Estella’s naked sleeping body. I climbed out of bed, still completely naked and walked over to the bathroom, turning on the sink.

I rinsed my face with water and shut my eyes, concentrating on the feeling. Attempting to open a mindlink. Nothing, the presence

was asleep. The presence itself was strange, it didn’t really feel like a member of my pack, but then it snapped into awareness. I stared at myself in the mirror, retrying the mindlink to the intruder.

Hello? Came a soft groggy voice, I noted. She sounded weak. I tried to pry into her mind, attempting to see into her surroundings. There was a quiet beeping sound. Flashes of a bright white room. A small dainty arm with an IV line taped to her skin. I recognized it as a hospital room.

“Who the f**k are you?” I demanded, a small panic taking hold of me as I worried about exposure. No, we had security for this, but I needed to make sure. The power of my bloodline coated my voice, but I could tell the girl barely flinched. What the f**k?

Are you in my head? She asked breathlessly. A wolf unaware of the mindlink? What kind of she-wolf was she?

“Alpha Elijah Forrester of the Crimson Moon pack, I felt your presence, but you never responded to me before. I realized you were asleep, so I tried the mindlink again.” I said. “Again, who the f**k are you? I don’t recognize you.”

Lana Greystone.

After further exchange of words, I sensed her exhaustion, and closed the mind link, sensing her exhaustion. I Immediately began calling around hospitals for an unknown she-wolf, codeword “Luna.” They know how to handle these matters discreetly. I finally found her location, grabbed my clothes and left, my car already waiting at the entrance to the hotel.

Lana Greystone, the unmarked. I felt grim, as I pondered the various meanings of this. Little did I know just how entangled our fates were about to become.