My Mate’s Mistress and I

First warning

The next morning Piper woke up ridiculous early and prepared herself for another long and difficult day. Starving she eventually found the kitchen and was irritated to find several members of the pack preparing for training. She recognised two from last night’s awful dinner.

   “Morning boys,” she greeted sighing,

   “Good morning Luna Piper,” they replied as she ploughed through the fridge. She rolled her eyes at the meaningless title. “Are you coming to training, Luna Piper?” one asked nervously. Piper thought about it as she ate yesterday’s chicken cold and with her hands. The other warriors glared at him, they had all witnessed Elijah’s punishment for trying to help Piper

   “I suppose I have nothing better to do. I could watch,” she replied almost as a question with her mouth half full “Yeah, you lead the way...” she waited,

   “Jacob, Luna Piper. My names Jacob,” he replied blushing.

Last night’s events had travelled around the pack. Everyone knew of Porters blatant disregard for his mate and planned to take advantage of the situation. She surmised there were 500 hundred warriors training. Jacob had explained to her that many of the warriors had other jobs and responsibilities, so sessions ran on rotation. Only a fifth of the warriors were in front of her. How big was the pack really and where else were they hiding, Piper thought? Porter had lied to her father and the Wolf council about his number. She was afraid for whatever he was preparing for. Getting word of the Luna presence on the training field Elijah jogged over to sit with his old friend. They embraced each other briefly not to anger the Alpha.

   “I’m sorry about yesterday,” Piper confessed,

   “Don’t be sorry I understand,” he replied placing his arm over her shoulders “We need to talk properly, in private,” he whispered almost undetectably,

    “What’s there really to say Elijah, leave the past where it is,” she replied shrugging out from under his arm as she spotted Porter approaching. “Good Morning Alpha,” she greeted him with a wide smile. Porter ignored her glaring at Elijah until he moved.

   “Why are you here?” Porter asked edging closer to his mate,

   “Because you ripped me from my home,” Piper replied sarcastically rising from her seat on the floor. She attempted to walk away when Porter wrapped his large hand around her wrist, dragging her back towards him. Neither backing down they glared at each other. “You’re hurting me,” Piper groaned trying to escape his hold. Porter was fighting his wolf for control, he wanted to pick his little mate up, throw her over his broad shoulder and slap her juicy bottom. Once for being rude, once for flirting with his Gamma, twice for her general disobedience, three times for constantly making his d**k swell in his too tight pants…

   “Let go of me,” Piper screamed snatching her hand back so hard she fell on the floor. Elijah ran over to help her up,

   “Stay away from her Gamma,” Porter commanded snapping out of his trance. Porter swallowed hard. “Go and wait in my office Piper one of my warriors will escort you,” Porter explained turning his attention to the rest of the warriors training. They shifted nervously as he ripped off his shirt and stretched preparing to spar.

 The warriors lead Piper to Porter’s office and waited outside. The room was a lot emptier than she had imagined. There was a mess of paper on every surface, his desk, and the few chairs for the visitors. She turned around looking toward the right side of the door and found Sophie asleep on the brown leather sofa. Piper bit her lip enraged. Being careful to keep quiet she crept around the desk and sat facing her and the door. Three quarters of an hour had passed. Piper had burned every detail of Sophie’s attire from the triangle bra to the lacy Brazilian briefs. It took a certain type of woman to walk through the main pack house flimsily wrapped in a see-through floor robe. Was every item of her clothing yellow? Piper wondered, her anger bubbling. Sophie slept very pretty. Her breath was soft and silent, her lips were slightly ajar and her gently curled mousy brown hair still looked perfect. She was so thin that even though she was on her side with one leg crossed over the other the dip at her waist was on level with her bottom. Piper Wolf could not keep still she burned to be close to their mate and wanted to rip Sophie to shred. Suddenly Piper’s Wolf had stopped moving beneath her skin completely. Porter was close.

Violently, Porter threw the door open startling Sophie awake. With laboured breath he stalked towards Piper,

   “Why do you try so hard to aggravate me?” he whispered oddly livid. Porter was struggling against his wolf, against his true feeling and even against the moon goddess. He had become irrationally jealous over his pack members spending time with (looking, speaking or breathing near) his mate, especially Elijah. He had punished and warned his warriors by beating a handful of them to a pulp. Unfortunately, he still had not found the release he was looking for. Piper stood up from his desk chair and rounded the table to leave. Porter locked onto her hips and dragged her back in front of him placing her on the desk. Sophie cleared her throat tying to gain Porters attention, but he did not notice her.

   “What’ve I done Alpha Porter?” Piper asked tiredly,

   “You… you. You’re disobedient, you embarrass me in front of the warriors, you speak to my Gamma more than you speak to me…,” he replied with a whine squeezing her hips with his large hands. Piper was shocked,

   “You make crazy demands and assumptions Alpha Porter. We don’t speak because you insist on spending all your time with her,” she replied pointing at Sophie. Infuriated that he had expressed such emotion in front the two women, Porter clasped his hands around Piper’s neck.

    “Don’t misunderstand me Piper,” he laughed “this is not a counselling session. You’ve had it easy up until now. Naturally you can overpower the warriors, but you will defy me no longer,” he explained before throwing her to the ground “Now dress for dinner. Both of you,” he demanded