The Alphas Mate ( a world of werewolves short side story)

The wolf inside (chapter 3)

I was surprised when later that day, my clothes still covered in the pricks blood, Josie came over to me in the dinner hall and sat meekly beside me. “Thankyou,” she whispered, and looked up at me with those big brown eyes, she was looking at me like I was her hero, her whole f*****g world, and it freaked me out. “It’s fine,” I snarled. I didn’t mean to but I wasn’t used to someone looking at me like that, nor was I used to this new side of my wolf, no longer repelled by the omega, instead all I saw was a small, weak black girl, with geeky and childish ways, with those wide awe filled brown eyes screaming for protection. I wants to protect her with every fibre of my being. Seeing her almost get hurt like that brought out a rage I rarely showed. Men who raped women sickened me, made me feel ashamed of the male species, they were lower then animals in my eyes.

I felt more then saw her visibly flinch at my words, and she quietly slunk off back to Jane.

Thank f**k Jane like everybody no matter their strength, because without her I don’t think Josie would have lasted long.

Jane was the same age as Josie and with her glamorous makeup, long wavy red hair and big cleavage along with her friendly and kind personality I admit I had thought she was gorgeous and really liked her. My cold expression made sure I never gave that away, but there had been a point where if she hadn’t met Michael I absolutely would have asked her out. I swear some females just have a special sixth sense for this s**t because Marie had somehow figured it out and told Jane. This had been not long before Josie arrived in our pack. I knew Marie had said something because one, if rumours were spread it was always Marie who had started them and two, Jane would blush crimson whenever I entered the room. She was well known as a chatterbox but she would blush and go quiet when she saw me. I might have felt a little embarrassed myself the first few times after I’d known why she was acting that way towards me but damned if I’d let anyone see me blush.

One night when Jane had been drunk she’d come over to me and whispered in my ear, “it’s a shame I met Michael before I knew how you felt about me, I would love to be your mate and I’d really love to know what you’d do to me in the bedroom.” She had her hand way too high up on my thigh when she had whispered those words and her lips had brushed my cheek. I knew then I had to work on my feelings and stop feeling like I did towards her because it wasn’t fair to Michael or even her. It took a couple of months and by the time Josie had arrived I felt nothing for Jane.

Marie came sitting beside me. If anyone was a perfect example of a slut and a home wrecker, she was it. With her long blonde hair, big blue eyes and pink lips, she never found herself short of admirers. She always wore tight tops that showed more then enough cleavage and tight shorts or skirts no matter the weather. Marie had been trying to make me her mate for as long as I could remember, and I’d been avoiding her or trying to. I was halfway through dinner, ignoring the fearful looks of the others at my bloodied clothes, yet Marie didn’t seem bothered, in fact, the feel of her hand sliding up my leg let me know that if anything it turned her on. f*****g slut, there was only one other woman who’d been turned on my violent side…Sally. I didn’t expect Marie to go too far but that was my mistake, she took it as an invitation and stroked against my crotch, instinctively I pushed her off and she lost her balance, falling off the bench and landing on her arse on the floor.

I noticed Josie watch me along with the others, all wide eyed and carried on eating.

A couple of months had passed since Josie had been here and we had Angelo’s pack suddenly wanting to take over our territory. When I caught one wolf by the window, looking inside, I snuck over and hauled him in. I tortured him for three hours but the fucker was tough. Didn’t give me one bit of information. When I was almost done, I heard a squeak and snapped my head around to see Josie peeking through the window before running off. Why the f**k Blaze had a window put on the door or this room I’ll never know.

I snapped his neck when I had finished and washed my hands. Opening the door I caught her scent and almost stumbled when I caught the slight smell of her arousal. Great, she was as f****d up as Marie, although I bet she didn’t detect her own arousal because overpowering that was her fear. Besides, it was more likely her wolf liking a dangerous and dominant male, someone that could protect them, then a turn on for torture.

I made my way to where she and Jane were laying on the floor of the living room and decided to play nice, for some reason I wanted her to feel safe with me.

I lay down behind her pressing up against her, gently putting my hand on her hip. She turned around in surprise and her eyes grew wider when she saw it was me. Yeah, I could be a cold hearted d**k, so I could understand.

When I explained why I was there she relaxed into me, and unbeknownst to her I could smell her emotions, happiness, excitement, arousal. f**k me. I tried to remain calm, because I realised then that she didn’t just have a crush on me like the others, she was in love with me.

Could she be someone that I could take on as a mate? She wasn’t anything like the other females, and my c**k grew hard at the thought of her as mine. I was a big boy down there and I didn’t want to scare the timid wolf, so I shifted slightly away so she wouldn’t notice.

It was a few days later and I’d gotten to know Josie a little better when she came on and my wolf almost lost control. I was staying in her room with her for protection, as you know from her story, and try as I might, I could not get away from the scent of her being in heat. Finally my wolf and I agreed to just take her, obviously i would stop if she didn’t want this though. I turned around and pulled her to me before kissing her hard and deep. She didn’t protest so I was already on top of her, ripping her clothes off and mounting her as fast and as hard as I could before she even managed to utter a word. She was so tiny underneath me, where I was pure muscle and towering six foot five, she was petite, at least five foot, regardless of the belly she had. I could see she was self conscious about her weight, but I liked bigger girls as much it not more than slim ones, there was more to grab, especially her breasts and I grabbed and sucked them while she writhed underneath me. “Come on baby, come on my c**k,” I growled and a ripple of surprise went through me when she grabbed my arse trying to make me work faster. So she liked dirty talk? And dominance? Yeah, I could take this woman as a mate. I f****d her deep and hard and came when she did.