The Alpha, The Rogue & The Beauty

Almost

Connor POV

Running in wolf form was exhilarating and invigorating. David, who had turned eighteen a couple of weeks ago, had described the feeling to me after his first run but this was so much more. I felt alive, running side by side with my dad, the wind ruffling my fur and the soft grass under my paws was heaven. The only thing that could make this better would be to have Beth beside me, sharing the experience.

After an hour of mindless running, my dad signals for us to return to the house and the rest of my birthday celebrations. We turned back and I speeded up, wanting to get back to Beth as soon as possible. I run so fast that I leave most of the pack behind me. Only my dad and David could keep up.

When we got back to the garden, I was surprised to find it empty. Although a lot of pack members came on the run with me, there should still be those wolves that can't shift, like the under eighteens, around. But there is no one.

I stop by my pile of clothing and shift back into my human form to get dressed. My dad and David do the same beside me.

'Where is everyone?' I asked them. David just shrugs, but my dad stills for a moment, obviously mind-linking someone.

'David, why don't you head off home?' He tells my best friend. 'Connor will see you at school tomorrow.'

David and I look at each other blankly before he nods and turns to leave.

'What's going on, dad?' I asked, confusion and worry making me tense.

Dad places his arm around my shoulders and guides me to the house, 'everyone is waiting for us in the kitchen.' He tells me.

We walked silently into the house and entered the kitchen. My mum and Beth are sitting at the table, drinking what smells like hot cocoa, whilst Sarah is stood to one side pouring tea from a teapot into two mugs. What shocked me was the sight of the man sitting next to Beth with his arm around her shoulders.

Before I can stop it, a growl rumbles up from my chest and leaves my throat. My dad places a restraining hand on my shoulder to stop me from leaping forwards.

'Patrick, Connor.' My mum smiles at us. 'Did you have a nice run?'

'What's going on?' I demanded, ignoring my mother's question.

'Connor, sit down.' My dad instructs, pointing to the empty chair next to Beth.

I reluctantly sat down, my eyes not leaving the man sitting the other side of her. Beth immediately reaches out to take hold of my hand and her touch calms me.

Sarah set a hot cocoa in front of me and a mug of tea in front of my dad before sitting next to the stranger at the table and passing him a steaming mug. He smiled warmly at her, showing his thanks.

'Connor, you've met Alpha Leon, Beth's father.' My mother said. 'He recognised Sarah earlier, so after dropping his Luna and daughter at their hotel he decided to return and catch up with her. He now knows that Beth is his daughter.'

'What!' I cried and went to stand up, but my dad's hand on my shoulder and Beth's tightening grip on my hand stopped me.

'Beth has nothing to fear from me, I would never harm my daughter.' Alpha Leon informs me, looking lovingly towards Beth. 'However, I cannot say the same about Luna Stacey or Lizzy, so the fact that she is my daughter will remain a secret for the time being.'

'How do we know we can trust him?' I asked, looking around the table. Beth looked at me in shock.

It's Sarah that responds, 'we can trust him.' She tells me before sipping her tea.

I looked around the table, incredulously. Everyone looks in agreement. Can't they see the danger this puts Beth in?

I went to open my mouth to ask them this, but my mother spoke first. 'Connor, you still have the history of werewolves book in your room, don't you?'

I just nodded, dumbly. What's this got to do with what's going on?

'Well, why don't you show it to Beth? It would give her more insight into our lives as wolves.' My mother suggested, smiling encouragingly at me.

Taking the hint that the adults wanted to talk without me and Beth, I slowly rose from my seat, my hot cocoa still untouched in front of me. Still holding Beth's hand, I helped her rise as well.

'I will see you soon, Beth.' Alpha Leon tells her.

'I look forward to it, dad.' She replied as I led her to the door.

'Oh. And Connor.' My mum says, making me pause and turn back. 'Beth isn't eighteen yet, so even though you are mates you will sleep in your own rooms.' She tells me sternly.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at her comment before muttering, 'Yes mother.' And leading Beth out of the kitchen.

We walked quietly up the stairs and into my room. Once the door was closed behind us, I just stood in front of Beth, still holding her hand in mine. My other hand comes up to stroke her cheek and I smile when she presses her face into it, relishing my touch.

'So, you met your dad?' I asked and then promptly kicked myself internally for making such an inane comment.

'Yeah.' She moans out, my touch affecting her as she sighs longingly.

I took a step closer to her, only a breath of air separating us, as I looked into her eyes. The movement of her tongue wetting her lips drew my gaze. My hand slides round the back of her head and I pull her towards me as I lower my lips to hers.

The kiss starts off gently, but when her hand touches my back and she presses her body against mine, it deepens immensely. I let go of her hand that I was still holding so that I could wrap my arm around her waist. Instinctively, my hand cups her pert bottom and gently squeezes it.

A gasp causes her lips to part and my tongue takes advantage, invading her mouth. Our tongues do battle as I taste every corner of her mouth.

Before I know it, I have her pressed against the door and her legs wrapped around me, the skirt of her dress is around her waist, and I am grinding the bulge in my trousers against her most sensitive parts.

My lips leave hers and drop to her neck as I suck and nip at the place that I will mark when she turns eighteen. My hands are massaging her thighs, I slide one hand underneath her leg and stroke her through her panties. She groans and tips her head to one side to allow me better access to nibble at her neck.

Her hands find their way under my shirt and press against the bare skin of my back, her nails digging into me as she moans and tightens her legs around my waist. My finger finds its way under her panties and slides across her damp folds. I'm amazed at how wet she is, and the thought makes my member throb.

She throws her head backwards against the door, her nails digging in deeper into my back. 'Oh, Connor!' She moans as my finger moves faster, spreading her moistness around, and I continue to grind myself against her.

Just as my finger slides between her folds, I hear the front door close and my parents talking as they come up the stairs. I froze, aware that I had gone further than I should have done with Beth.

Withdrawing my finger from her panties, I slowly lowered her feet back to the ground and rested my forehead on her shoulder. She is still holding me tightly and our breathing is ragged and coming in gasps.

After a moment, I pushed myself away from her and walked to the window. 'I'm sorry Beth. I went too far.' I am cross with myself, ashamed of how far I would have taken it. My c**k is throbbing and pressing painfully against the confines of my trousers.

Beth appears in front of me, she grips my chin and turns my face so that I must look at her. 'If I didn't want it, I would have told you so.' She smiles at me, and I feel myself relax. 'I was enjoying myself.'

I wrap my arms around her and pull her in for a tight embrace, 'I love you, Beth.' I tell her. I know it's too soon; I know that we only spoke to each other for the first time a few days ago, but it already feels like my whole life revolves around her.

'Perhaps you should find that book your mum mentioned. I'll go and read it in my room while you take care of your little problem downstairs.' She suggested.

I laugh as I release her from my embrace. 'Is it that obvious?' I ask her.

Her eyes drop to my bulge. She shrugs her shoulders and tips her head to one side before replying, 'yep!'

I walked to my desk and picked up the book. Turning round, I found that she had followed me across the room. 'Here you go.' I said, handing her the old book.

She takes it carefully, almost reverently, from my hands. 'Thanks.' She says, her eyes lighting up as she leans forward to kiss me on the cheek. 'Goodnight, Connor.'

'Goodnight, Beth.' I replied, as she slipped out of my bedroom.

I stood there for a moment, staring at the closed bedroom door, my mind replaying what I had just been doing with Beth against that very door. My c**k twitches in my trousers, wanting a much-needed release.

Undressing, I headed into my bathroom for a cold shower and a hand job. Thoughts of Beth's moaning and groaning had my release coming almost as soon as my hand enveloped my p***s. One stroke and I had drenched the shower wall with my c*m.

Beth POV

After leaving Connor's room, I headed to the guest room that Mrs Baines had told me to use. On the bed I saw a lovely silken night dress laid out waiting for me.

Placing the book on the nightstand, I sat on the bed to remove my shoes. Flexing my toes on the nice soft carpet. Standing once more, I peeled my dress from my body, before donning the silken night dress, luxuriating in the smoothness of the material against my skin.

Padding into the ensuite bathroom, I did my pre-bed routine, before sliding under the covers on the soft double bed. Although tired, I found sleep elusive as my thoughts drifted to what happened in Connor's room.

I found myself getting warm and wet, my body constantly shifting to find a release. Before I knew it, I had pulled the nightdress up and was stroking myself through my panties, feeling the dampness soaking through.

Needing something more, so I slid my hand under the waistband, my fingers running over my moist folds. A moan escaped my lips as I brushed my thumb over my nub and slid a finger inside. I moved my thumb, rubbing my nub as my finger pumped inside of me, stroking my walls.

I could feel the pressure building inside of me, my hips rocking as my thighs clenched. My other hand came up and caressed my breast through the silken material and squeezing my n****e between my thumb and finger. My breath came in gasps, my thighs clenched together, as my fingers sent pleasure crashing through my body. I pinched my n****e hard, and a groan escaped my lips, my muscles quivered in ecstasy as I reached my c****x.

Removing my hand from my panties, I let my arms fall by my sides as I was totally spent. While I waited for my breath to calm down, I felt shocked at what I had just done. I had never pleasured myself; I had never needed or wanted to. Just the thought of Connor and I making out had me wanting something more.

I decided that I couldn't wait until my eighteenth birthday. I wanted Connor now. I wanted him to take away my innocence.

When my breathing returned to normal, I got out of bed and cleaned myself up.

No longer feeling tired, I returned to my bed but sat up against the headboard. Reaching over to the nightstand, I picked up the book Connor had given me at his mother's request. Opening it, I scanned the contents page. The origins of werewolves, Pack hierarchy, Mates, Blessed wolves, the list went on. Where to start? Mates!

Flipping through the book to the section on Mates, I started reading.