Alpha's Playmate

It was the night of the annual culling. All the newly turned 18 year old female wares must attend a ceremony to be paired with their keeper. It was a custom among the surrounding allied packs for all females to be paired at 18. All the neighboring packs attended. Many found their mates, and all the remaining females would be assigned a male keeper. Their keeper could teach them what was expected of them to "please" their male. The highest honor going to the female chosen by the Alpha. This year, that honor would go to Haven Winterborne. Haven dug through her clothes at her meager home, looking for something suitable to wear tonight. Truthfully, she was eager to please her keeper or find a mate. It had to be better than living in squaller and avoiding the beatings from her drunk father and sleezy brother. The only thing she had known from life so far was neglect and pain. After tonight, she wouldn't have to worry about her brother coming into her room at night. She somehow had managed to remain a virgin, not for the advances of her brother. There was a trick she used to lock her door at night to keep him out, and when he did manage to get in, she would fight him, which gained the attention of her father. Her father always sided with her brother, telling her, "Females were here to please." While she understood that this was a byproduct of their culture, she had no presumptions of "pleasing" her sleezy brother. A lot of girls had lost their virginity well before they turned 18. It was a very ware related thing. Werewolves libido was extremely high, and no one was expected to wait for their fated mate. Haven didn't have very much clothing to choose from and settled on her only tattered, pale pink dress. It had no frills, and honestly, it looked like it was 59 years old, but it hugged her frame nicely. Usually, Haven hid her body underneath baggy clothes to ward off her brother's advances, but today, she wanted to showcase her assets. If she returned home after tonight unchosen, she would not be able to deny her brother anymore. Female must pair, and undesirables reverted back to their family for "safe keeping " and training. She would run away before she returned to this shithole to be hee brother's s*x slave and beaten by her father more. She brushed her hair and made herself as presentable as she could in tattered clothing, with no makeup on. She wasn't ugly. She was a very beautiful girl with long brunette curls and lovely violet eyes. She was petite and curvy in all the right places. When she was finished getting ready, she did her best to sneak out of the house unseen. She creeped along the stairwell and hid in the shadow of the hallway, listening for anyone before darting for the door. Her father and brother wanted to keep her from going to the culling. They had other nefarious plans for her, and they didn't care that her attendance was mandatory. Haven had almost made it to the door. Her slender hand rested on the lock when a sharp rap slapped across her knuckles. Her father had hit her knuckles with a thick yard stick, making them sting like fire and turn bright red against her alabaster skin. Her brother appeared on the other side of her with a rope. "We told you that you aren't going to the culling," her father said. "We don't need anyone to train you, Micheal has volunteered. So, at least we know that next year, we will be able to sell a well trained woman to the highest bidder." "Dad, you have to let me go," she pleaded. " If Alpha finds out, you could be kicked out of the pack .You would be a rouge." She tried to make them see reason. Her brother had used her distraction to pull her hands behind her and begin to bind them. The ropes were so tight that they made rough indentions marks against her sensitive skin. The pain made her arch her back, and her breaks pushed forward, her n*****s pushed against the fabric of her thin dress. "Why haven't you worn this dress for me before," her brother asked. " It looks like you should be a maid in it, but it does make your n****e stand out," he said while he reched around rolling one n****e in between his fingers. "Stop!" She said, not liking where this was going. "If you don't let me go, as soon as I'm free, I'll report you to the Alpha. I'll make sure you two get kicked out!" She screamed. Her father looked wary. He might not be a big member of this pack, but it was far better than not having a pack at all. "Let her go, boy. We have nothing to worry about. No one is going to want her. Look at her." He insulted Haven. Her brother had no choice but to listen to their old man and release her. "I'll be looking forward to your return, sweet sister. I'll finally know just how sweet you can be," he mused in her ear, undoing the rope. Haven didn't waste any time getting out of there and rushed down the dark street to the venue. The event was to be held at the pack house, and the yard had been decorated with pretty, white string lights and decorated tables for couples to sit at. She quickly took her place in the line of girls just in the nick of time, earning her a glance from her Alpha, Nicklaus. He only glances at her, but she feels like his heated eyes seared her body. She blushed deeply, and on her fair skin, it was a pretty pink hue and squeezed her legs together momentarily to discourage the sudden rush of lust that filled her body. It couldn't be helped. Her pu**y was wet in response to his attention, no matteechow brief. Alpha Nicklaus was godlike. Every eligible bachelorette wanted to bag him, not just for the prestige. His dark hair tossed across his head, and his piercing slate grey eyes promised to appease every s****l fantasy a girl ever had. His eyes were so sexy, but in an instant, she had seen them change to a deadly intensity when he noticed her wrists. For a moment, it seemed like it was just the two of them. His eyes swept down her body, pausing on her hardening n*****s, taking in her tattered dress, red knuckles, and rope burned wrists. His face darkened in anger. Haven didn't understand why he appeared angry and worried instantly that she had made him angry somehow. Maybe because she made eye contact. She couldn't help it. His eyes were hypnotic. She instantly looked at the ground. The girls stood in a straight line while the eligible men walked down their ranks, eyeing them. The first pass was to cull out any fated matches. Several girls screamed happily as they were swept up by their fated mates. They hugged their necks as their males carried them off to complete the mating ritual. Haven was disappointed she didn't receive a mate first off. That would mean she would have to be chosen by an eligible male or get sent back home to that hellhole. The remaining men made another loop in front of the girls. Several were eyeing her appreciatively. One of the men stopped in front of her and reached out for her, only to be stopped by a menacing growl. "Mine," Alpha Nickluas growled loudly. He shoved the man aside and stood at full height, challenging him. The man bowed and quickly picked a different girl. They scurried off. Haven was shocked. She felt for sure he had been angry at her, and she felt very intimidated by his presence. She looked up demurly through her eyelashes at him. Her violet eyes peered at him curiously, and she smiled softly, then respectfully looked back towards the ground. Nicklaus made a low, appreciative rumbling sound and slid his big hand up under her hair, cupping the back of her neck. He lowered his face to hers, in front of everyone, and pressed his soft lips to hers. His kiss was so unexpectedly gentle that she creamed her panties even more. Her smirked. He could smell her arousal. He kept his hand at the base of her neck and pulled her from the line to go with him. "Complete the culling," he told his Beta. " I'll be busy for a while," he said.