Werewolf Academy

01 - The Alpha King

Rafael grunted with pleasure as he watched his recent new addition to the harem with her mouth all stretched out to accomodate his large size. He loved seeing her pale skin against his tan c**k. She was the youngest daughter of the Fire Wolf clan’s Alpha, and also the youngest member of his harem.

Amber was only sixteen when her father gifted her to the Alpha King in hopes of strengthening their alliance. If only he could see her now; at what she had become, she wondered if he’d be proud. She pushed the image of her father away as she straddled the King, carefully moving her a*s down.

A cry escaped her lips. He was too big, she couldn’t bring him all the way inside of her without it hurting her too much.

“It’s okay.” the King reassured her. “You’ll learn to get comfortable with it soon enough, my little whore.” He lifted her off of him and sprawled her out on her back, her striking red hair resting on the silk sheet of the bed, driving him mad with desire.

“You are my new favourite toy,” he commented before kissing his way down to her most sensitive spot. She felt herself burning with pleasure as she erupted in moans. Her thighs tensed as they made their way around his neck, sending her into c****x.

“Pardon me my Lord,” the Alpha King’s Beta interrupted him before he could re-enter her. “I apologise for interrupting you at a bad time, but the white wolves have delivered,” he said, keeping his head low. “Should I go tell the men assigned to the Whitewolf clan’s borders to return to their posts?”

“Ah… not yet,” Rafael replied while re-positioning Amber so that he could continue. “I need to see the girl first before I return my protection to their lands,” he said as he pulled Amber’s hair from behind, rocking her back and forth. “Where is she?”

“She’s outside waiting.” He paused, before adding, “She seems to think she’s here to be your servant…”

“Send her in.” Rafael said while grunting.

Meanwhile, Sahar stood outside the large thick red curtain drapes, anxiously waiting to see the King. She never imagined she’d get to see the castle in her lifetime. Everything there was massive, like it had been built for the giants in ancient times. It certainly looked old enough for that to be plausible.

The Alpha King’s Beta took her one small suitcase and escorted her in.

“Um…” Sahar didn’t at all expect that she’d be in the King’s bedroom of all places. She thought the throne room would be waiting for her on the other side of the curtain. Nothing could have ever prepared her for what she was looking at. On top of the very large bed, was a red-haired girl resting on the edge of the mattress being f***** from behind by a man, she could only assume was the Alpha King, and he was staring right at her!

Rafael stared at the girl in the height of his pleasure, and that was enough to send him cumming inside Amber.

The girl’s big, rounded dark eyes widened at him, and he almost laughed.

“What is your name?” Rafael asked, quickly dismissing Amber away as he zipped up his pants.

Amber looked at the girl before being forced to leave n***d, and felt a pang of jealousy. The girl was short in stature, a cute little thing, whereas she was slender and tall with very generous breasts. It was hard to tell what the girl’s body looked like underneath the baggy clothes she was wearing.

Sahar had a dark tan complexion, which all the more made her wavy long white hair, that fell just above her ankles, stand out.

Amber had never seen anyone with white hair before. Suddenly, she didn’t feel so unique anymore. The King had been drawn to her exotic looks, but now it seems he’s found someone more exotic than her. Just when she thought her plan to become the Alpha King’s Luna was going well, that girl had to come along. There were eleven other girls in the King’s harem, but she felt confident she had the edge among them, but now she wasn’t so sure. She walked away feeling furious.

Sahar stared at his shirtless, perfectly sculpted sun-kissed torso, and she felt herself moisten in between her thighs, as he walked towards her.

“I’m Sahar,” the girl introduced herself, waving the strange new feeling away. She had no idea how to address royalty, so she lowered herself to the ground and bowed her head on the floor. That was what her story books taught her as a child, and she didn’t want to piss him off on the first day and ruin her clan’s chances.

No one has ever bowed to him like that before, Rafael thought. He instantly felt aroused by how seemingly innocent and obedient she was, he was already thinking of all the things he could do with her.

“Cato, let the men know they can return to their posts on the white wolves’ borders.” He commanded.

“Yes, my Lord.” Cato bowed and left.

Sahar could hear his footsteps approaching her, and she felt her heart start racing.

“Look at me.”

And so she did. She dared not disobey the King of all the Alphas.

Sahar was surprised by how tall he was. She was too stunned by what she had witnessed earlier to actually get a good look at the King beforehand. He was almost as tall as a giant. It made sense now why everything was so large.

Rafael knelt down and grabbed her chin, bringing it closer to him so that he could examine her face properly.

It striked him how pretty she was. It made his heart skip a beat. She had the prettiest face he’d ever seen. Her dark grey eyes hypnotised him as they stared innocently at him all wide-eyed. He noticed she had a beauty mark to the right of her top lip. The sudden strong urge to kiss her made him come close to tasting her small, full pouty lips, but one look at her fearful face made him restrain himself from doing so.

Sahar stared at the handsome, chiseled face in front of her. He had stunning deep blue eyes, and a full beard, that made him look even more intimidating. His hair was a wavy dark shade of brown, tied nearly at the back of his head. She thought that this would probably be the only time she’d be able to get a good look at his face because of how tall he was. That, and she probably wouldn’t even get the chance to see him much at all because she’d be too busy cleaning around the castle.

Embarrassed by how intently she realised she was staring, she quickly darted her eyes away.

“Get up.” He commanded.

“Yes, your highness.” She stuttered, bringing herself up.

They both stood there, staring at each other in awkward silence. Something about the way he was looking at her instantly made her feel heat rise up in her body in anxiety.

“I’m not a very good cook, in fact, I almost burned down my tribe, so I have no idea why they chose me. I’m pretty sure they don’t like me, that’s probably why they sent me away here,” she said, stammering all over herself in a fit of anxiety. “Oh, goodness, I’m sorry I suck,” she apologised quickly. “I can definitely clean though. I was delegated the task of cleaning in my tribe.” She paused, looking up at him. “I’m really, really good at that. Not to say that your castle is dirty of course.”

“Uh.” Rafael blinked twice at her. He had never been speechless before. “That’s okay,” he finally said. He might have misheard her, but he was pretty sure he heard her say that she was good at sucking.

“So…” Sahar said, hoping he’d excuse her so she could catch up on some sleep. She had been travelling three days and she was ready to flop into bed.

He looked at her, noticing how short she was. The top of her head lined up to his elbows. The Whitewolf clan were aware of how tall he was, he was 7ft 2, so he was surprised they had sent him someone tiny. She must’ve been as short as 5ft.

“Interesting,” Rafael said, amused at the s****l thoughts going through his head.

“What is?” Sahar asked.

Such an innocent girl, he thought, thinking of all the fun he’s going to have with her.