The Warrior Queen

Michaela

This was Hell! Just having to sit there, smiling at the honor of witnessing the ceremony, feeling her fathers eyes piercing the back of her head. Absolutely, this is what Hell must feel like.

Then, there was HIM. Dean Forrester, the Prodigal Son, returned to claim his throne, looking like the poster boy for gorgeous.

Standing at a towering 6 feet and 4 inches tall, this man exuded a commanding presence with every step he took. His mane of rich brown hair, framed his chiseled jawline, adding a touch of rugged masculinity to his handsome features. But it was his piercing emerald-green eyes that truly stole the show, shining like gems in the sunlight and captivating anyone who dared to gaze into them.

Every bulging bicep and rippling abdomen was the result of years of dedication and hard work, and served as a testament to his intense discipline and unwavering dedication to training.

As he moved, his confident stride spoke volumes of his self-assurance and poise, and it was hard not to be drawn to him like a moth to a flame. And Michaela couldn't care less about all of that.

Every she wolf present at the Ceremony was absolutely stunned. They all looked like they were ready to tear their clothes and jump him right then and there.

But Michaela knew something they didn't: she was the one that was going to marry him.

Not that she wanted it. Actually, she couldn't not want it more, but her father did. The pack healer had ambition and had money. He didn't have a title though, and he wanted to change that by any means. The "means" was his daughter, and it did not matter to him one bit how his daughter felt about it.

Michaela couldn't stand a minute longer of this. She felt like she was going to implode, and had to find a way to get out of there.

Now!

She mustered up a smile and turned to her father, who was seated directly behind her.

- Dad, the heat is getting to me. I'm gonna head home and rest for a while, OK?

- What do you mean, Michaela?! his voice was a coarse and demandind whisper. You need to be here for the pack run. The New Alpha must see you running alongside your pack.

- The New Alpha will see a fainting woman if I don't get out of this sun. You know I never liked the heat.

- Even better, child. The pack healer grinned. He will have a chance to save you. Men like that, you know.

Gathering every piece of courage, she had, Michaela stood up. She knew her father would not risk a scene, he cared about appearances way too much.

- Yeah, I'm going home, dad. The Alpha can save other damsels in distress. It won't be me today.

With that, she gracefully made her way through the crowd and, as soon as she was out of eyesight, she started running.

Home. To Chris. Her one and only love. Her mate for now and forever, no matter what that father of hers had in mind.

As she entered the house, a wave of cool air surrounded her, and she breathed a sigh of relief. This is where she belonged, at home, with her soulmate, eating pizza and watching stupid shows, not in some Alpha's house, having to play a role that she never wanted.

Just as she was thinking about this, a pair of arms embraced her from behind, and a head rested on her shoulder.

Michaela smiled: "Chris!"

- I have a bath ready for you, and I am more than happy to help you wash all those pesky parts that you can't reach yourself, Chris said with a grin.

With a childish giggle of joy, Michaela darted up the stairs, undressing as she went, leaving pieces of clothing behind her.

When Chris caught up with her, she was already sitting in the tub, relaxing, with her eyes closed.

- How was it? Chris asked, settling behind her.

- Oh, just about how you would expect. Everybody and their mother was there, of course, to witness the return of the golden boy.

- Everybody, except for the unimportant Omegas, right? Chris said with a sad smile.

- Baby, you're not unimportant. You're smart, funny, gorgeous, and the single most important thing in my life. Nothing will take me away from you, do you understand?!

Not my father, not the Alpha, not the Moon Godess herself!

- Let's not think about that now. I believe I made an offer to help you wash. After all, it's my duty, as your house Omega, Chris said grinning.

- Oh, I would never dream of stopping you from performing your duties.

Michaela ended her sentence with a sigh, as Crhis's hands cupped her breasts and started circling her n*****s. One hand slid down her abdomen, and made its way to her folds, just teasing, close, but not close enough.

- Chris, please, I need you!

- You know the game, baby, you have to ask for what you need, and you have to do as I say, to receive it. Now, show me what you want.

Michaela threw her head back, and her mouth met with Chris's mouth. The pleasure from the kiss was almost unbearable, as she touched her c**t, just as she wanted Chris to touch it, rubbing and teasing at it.

One of her fingers made it's way to her entry, but a firm hand stopped it.

- Not yet, Mick, you have to ask, remember?

- Please, Chris, I want to feel you inside me.

- Like this? Chris said, slipping a finger inside her and moving it in little circles, inside her tight p***y.

- More, more! she cried. Please, give me more.

Another finger joined the first one, and started moving, than, a third, opening her up as much as she could bear.

Her hips started bucking, to match the movement of the fingers, as Chris's sweet mouth sucked her n****e hard.

- c*m for me, Mick. I want you to tighten that sweet p***y of yours around my fingers, Chris said as the rythm increased.

Michaela could feel the pleasure building, as she was thrashing around helpless. All she wanted was release, and when the moment came, a sweet string of pleasure erupted from her p***y, as she could feel her whole world concentrated around three fingers that slammed into her, relentlessly. Her p***y tightened and she came hard, shaking, and contracting against the fingers that gave her so much pleasure.

The front door slammed, and an angry voice belowed up the stairs:

- Christina!