The Chosen or the Fated

For the Fun of It

Most of the time I had to have an escort to visit Blood Rose or leave the packhouse. We alternated weekends visiting each other's packs and this weekend was Brant's turn to come to our pack house. So, no one would suspect anything, Brant would find a way to get Torrance and the future Gamma Falon to come along too. We had more females their age in our pack, so they were only too happy obliged. They would be staying in the visitor's suite on the Alpha floor right down the hall. Lace's room was on the right of their room, Jalen's next to hers. My parents' suite was at the end of the hall, and I was across the hall from the visitor's suite.

Lace could barely contain her excitement at parading around in her new clothes in front of the guys. She was 14 and way too young for any of them, but that sure didn't stop her.

I suggested a hunt challenge with swimming at the lake after. A hunt is essentially paint ball war. I invited two of my friends to join us, Raylen and Janelle. We weren't close friends, but they were both my age and lived with their families in the pack house.

Raylen was the older daughter of our beta, Stryker. Janelle was Raylen's younger sister. They were barely 6 months apart, which is how long werewolves' pregnancies are. Raylen had dark hair like mine with light honey-colored eyes but caramel skin. Janelle was darker completed than Raylen, her hair caramel colored like their mother's and hazel eyes. Both were drop-dead gorgeous. Torrance and Falon were pleased with my invites, to say the least.

We geared up and decided Torrance and I would get to choose teams. Jalen and Lace decided they would crash and beg to be allowed to play as well, so we had 8 in all. After taking turns picking teams it was Torrance, Lace, Falon, and Raylen against me, Brant, Jalen, and Janelle. We chose blue paint and Torrance's team chose red. We set our timers for 7 minutes and after discussing a brief strategy dispersed into the trees.

We hid our flag and carefully camouflaged ourselves with our surroundings, listening for any sounds to give away their location. Torrance was very competitive, but so was I. They sent Raylen in as a decoy and she ran through firing random shots to lure us out. From the direction she came, I was pretty sure where they hid their flag. I motioned to my team and Brant took Raylen out with one shot. She gladly went to watch from where we had left our lunches. I giggled lightly because that girl could always eat!

My team slowly pushed towards an old fort. It was built for Lace and Jalen and I was pretty sure Torrance's flag would be there. A shot whizzed right by me and landed on Jalen. He sauntered over to join Raylen. The shot had come from up high, so I moved further behind my cover. I mouthed to my 2 remaining team members, to see if they could see who or where the shot had come from. Mind linking wouldn't help since Brant wouldn’t hear me.

Raylen crouching low to the ground attempted to move up to the next bunch of trees but was also shot by whoever was in an elevated position. Brant had seen where the shot came from and ran towards the shooter spraying shot after shot until Lace cried out "hit". Brant's effort was wasted though as he too was shot placing himself out in the open. At least when he went down, it told me where Torrance was.

We had managed to get just 20 yards from the fort and Torrance was guarding it! There was no way I could get the flag with him right there. It was just him and I left. The rest of our teams were now eating and watching the show. I was pretty sure he knew where I was. I used Lace's trick and climbed up one of the trees, I was using for cover to try and get a better shot. About halfway to my desired spot, my foot slipped. I was only about 10-15 feet up but the drop to the ground knocked the wind right out of me. Torrance and Brand were both there, by the time I landed. They helped me to my feet, of course, and I took that opportunity to shoot Torrence. Yes, we win! The look on both of their faces were priceless.

The three of us all walked over to join the others and stuff our faces. We were all eager to jump in and cool off after eating, being hot from the hunt. Surprisingly, Torrance didn't complain about my win once. Instead, he looked to be thoroughly pleased with his view. Raylen wore a dark yellow bikini that accented her glowing complexion and hugged all her curves. Janelle being almost 17 had a more modest emerald, green one piece that made her eyes stand out perfectly. Lace had a one-piece as well, white to accentuate her tan. It wasn't overly form-fitting and still somewhat girlish given she was 14. My suit was also a two-piece, deep blue like my eyes. It had a push-up that I liked and showed off my best asset, even more, my ass.

All the guys wore simple red and blue swim trunks, except Jalen who had on green ones. The girls, including myself, all slowly waded into the cool water. The guys had to take turns showing off with their dives and jumps, from the rope that swung over the middle of the river. Even though we weren't alone, it was fun. We stole glances and small touches while in the water. Not having my wolf, I couldn't feel any of the sparks mates claim they feel with every touch, but I definitely felt butterflies.

After about an hour, we all headed in to clean up.

Once inside, we headed up to the Alpha floor. As we headed up the stairs, Brant slipped me a note. It said they invited Jalen to come to hang in their suite, a bit before dinner, so we could meet up in his room for a few minutes alone. Janelle and Raylen said they were going down to their suite on the Beta's floor and would come to my room shortly, not noticing the note.

Rushing to my room, I wasted no time! I showered using my best smelling scrub and shampoo. I chose an off-shoulder light blue top and a white skirt, with a matching white lace bra and thong underwear. My skirt wasn't overly short, but it was defintely inviting. I wore my hair up in a messy, still wet bun, so my marking spot would be visible. I placed a few dabs of my new perfume on my wrists and neck, checked the mirror once, and went to meet Brant.

Up until about 3 months ago, we had been very PG-13. Hand holding, hugs, and a simple kiss here and there summed up the extent of our intimacy. Maybe due to our upcoming shifts, our hormones were no longer able to contain themselves because we had been pushing closer and closer to X rated ever since.

I made sure the hallway was clear before I hurried over to Jalen's room. As I was about to open his door, I heard Lace leaving her room and spun around. She eyed me suspiciously and I had to think of a way to get rid of her quickly. Knowing she would love to be in the middle of the older girls' talk, I invited her to go keep Janelle and Raylen company in my room. I told her we were deciding what to wear to dinner and trying on outfits. I wanted to ask Rosette about something I had in the laundry and would join them shortly. She practically ran to my room, she was so excited. Even though she could be an awful pain in the ass, thanks to her mother's influence, sometimes she was tolerable.

I peeked into Jalen's room and seeing the lights were off slipped in, closed, and locked the door. Brant wasted no time covering my mouth and pulling me against him from behind. A slight gasp reached my lips but was muffled by his hand. I quickly turned and overtook him, pushing him onto my brother's computer chair. A smirk crossed his lips, as he held my left hand pulling me towards him. I took my seat on his lap, straddling him and we began kissing. His lips perfectly matched mine in eagerness and then trailed along my neck. I leaned back a bit to give him access and tiny goosebumps covered my body as my excitement grew. I grabbed a handful of his hair as he continued down my collarbone to the top of my shirt, moving one of his hands from my bare butt cheek to cup my breast. The wetness beginning to pool, in my very thin thong, would leave more evidence of our encounter than I wanted, so I jumped up. His pout was adorable and I bit my lip wanting to continue, but we both knew we didn't have the time or privacy. I mouthed later. I would have to think of some way for us to have more time after dinner. I went to the door looking back just once as he remained seated in the chair and quickly headed back to my room.

Raylen, Janelle, and Lace were playing in my closet as I entered, trying on my outfits like they were in a fashion show. Raylen in my knee-length baby pink romper, Janelle in my black halter floor-length dress, and Lace in one of my matching skirt and top set in a light green paisley print. It was way too big on her, but the color complemented her tone and hair. All had obviously experimented with my make-up as well. I didn't mind, I had plenty to go around.

The one thing my father was good at, was making up for his absences by showering me with gifts and shopping trips. Sometimes, to get his attention I would spend an extreme amount. Lynetta unfortunately, was the only one it seemed to bother though. I didn't want for anything material-wise, but emotionally there was a void.

Only minutes after I entered, Lynetta opened the door and everyone went quiet. Lace was told she was needed in my father's office and the rest of us were just eyed uncomfortably until they both left. I was somewhat glad for the interruption, that way Lace couldn't question me about my long absence or notice the scent of Brant, which I am sure still lingered all over me. Raylen however, jumped to the end of my bed eyes wide, and stated "spill".

I was very guarded about mine and Brant's relationship, considering the repercussions if anyone found out. My father would probably kill us both. Lynetta would love to spill those beans and I couldn't trust either of my siblings to keep it from our father or their mom. Raylen and Janelle I trusted somewhat, but not enough to share all the details though. I tried to avoid giving anything away by simply saying I had run into Brant in the hall and he wanted to give me a message from Torrance. Raylen rolled her eyes and Janelle laughingly snorted, "what was his message, I want to explore your tonsils?" I blushed and claimed I had no idea what she meant. The two of them responded with a fake make-out session with invisible lovers, to which I shook my head laughing. I would let them wonder, my private intimate moments didn't need to get around the pack. The whole floor had werewolf hearing for goodness sake.