Chatee 47: The Northstar Pack
1806 Words
Thumper POV
Arriving inside the apartment complex office, all the questions I had been holding back suddenly crowded my head, but being alone with Dominic made it impossible to focus on any of them.
He was handsome.
He was sweet.
He was kind.
And somehow, that made everything worse.
He was a little dumb when it came to handling tense moments with me, fumbling through them with awkward patience, but he tried so hard that it made my chest ache. Every time he looked at me like I mattered, like I wasn’t fragile or broken, I wanted to throw myself at him without thinking twice.
Straddling him earlier hadn’t just been desire—it had been instinct. A pull I didn’t understand. A need to feel close, to confirm something my body remembered even if my mind refused to cooperate. I kept seeing flashes of a tattooed chest, broad shoulders, strong hands gripping me in my bedroom, memories that felt too vivid to be imagined.
I wanted to ask him.
I wanted to know.
But I couldn’t.
I already knew the answer.
I had seen him naked. Seen the same tattoos. Felt that same presence. Whatever was resurfacing inside me wasn’t fantasy—it was memory, buried deep and clawing its way back. And knowing that only made the desire worse. I didn’t just want to remember it. I wanted to feel it again.
Lost in my thoughts, I almost missed it when he stopped walking.
“Bunny, before those of our pack arrive, I need to explain something I didn’t back in our place.”
His voice was soft, but his expression wasn’t. There was tension there—worry, maybe fear—and it made my stomach twist. I stayed quiet, bracing myself, because I knew this wasn’t something light.
Maybe after learning, I could do better.
Maybe after learning, I could finally understand why everything felt so wrong and yet so right around him.
Mario was bad. I was starting to see that clearly now.
Dominic wasn’t.
He was helping. Protecting. Waiting.
And I wanted—no, needed—to give him something back. Effort. Trust. Anything. I knew he would understand. I knew he would embrace us the way I had secretly wanted before all of this shattered my life.
“Bunny,” he said again, slower now, grounding me, “before you were taken, we had s*x. And the morning after, I marked you.”
The words landed heavily, my breath hitching before I could stop it.
“That means you share a bond with my wolf. But you don’t have a wolf of your own yet, because you haven’t been initiated by our pack. You haven’t sworn loyalty.” His eyes never left mine. “But you do have a wolf. My wolf marked you and gave you his poison so you could embrace the bond—so one day you could give birth to your own wolf.”
Everything inside me went still.
“That’s why you heard voices that weren’t yours,” he continued quietly. “That’s how you could hear me. Through the bond.”
Shocked.
That was all I could manage to show.
My body froze, my thoughts crashing over each other, my heart pounding so loudly I was sure he could hear it. I didn’t pull away. I didn’t step closer either.
I just stood there, suspended between fear, confusion… and a truth my body already seemed to know.
Feeling a bit less nervous, he then added one a bit proudly.
“One more thing—before the pack members arrive, you need to know we can smell when you’re aroused, when your anxiety is high. I don’t want you to feel discouraged, but you need to know wolves can tell how you’re feeling just by scent.”
Everything he said made my mind go completely blank.
All the s****l thoughts of him vanished at once.
Every flutter. Every heat. Gone.
Fear rushed in to take their place, sharp and overwhelming, and before I could spiral Dominic pulled me against him, grounding me with his arms as his voice softened.
“I didn’t say that so you would stop,” he said gently. “I love knowing I give you those feelings. I love knowing you want me just as much as I want you. Love… I’m the Alpha. That means I’m the leader of the wolves we’re meeting today. Think of me like a president, and the people I lead are the werewolves who live in the apartment complex.”
He… liked knowing I got aroused by him?
I didn’t even realize I was speaking until the words slipped out, unfiltered and honest.
“You don’t mind others smelling when I’m horny?” I asked. “But why? Isn’t that… disrespectful to us?”
It felt strange—unnerving—but also confusing in a way that made my brain itch.
Because I loved anime.
I loved fantasy movies, comics, books.
And in everything I’d ever watched or read, wolves were monsters. Dangerous. Savage. Something to fear. Vampires too. Elves. Dragons. They were always creatures to be hunted or villains to be destroyed.
I’d never read a story where those monsters fell in love.
I always thought that idea was stupid.
And yet… here I was.
Standing in front of a real werewolf.
One who looked at me like I was something precious.
One who didn’t want to shame me—only understand me.
And suddenly, my curiosity was louder than my fear.
He shook his head slightly as he answered me, his expression serious but not unkind.
“Not really,” he said. “It just means you’re entranced. That you’re as needy for me as I am for you. And honestly… that simply means we desire each other deeply enough that others can sense it.”
His thumb brushed over my hand, grounding.
“But if I smell your arousal before you’re strong enough—before your body has fully recovered—I could hurt you without meaning to,” he continued, his voice lowering. “There was something happening when you were pregnant. When you miscarried… my wolf disappeared from me.”
That made my breath hitch.
“I didn’t understand it at first. He wouldn’t speak to me. Wouldn’t answer me,” Dominic admitted. “Then he came back full of a rage I wasn’t prepared for. After I learned about our pup… it made sense.”
His explanation left me with more questions than answers, doubts tangling in my chest.
What did it mean for his wolf to disappear?
What kind of bond was strong enough to make that happen?
But before I could ask, I heard a familiar, joyful voice.
“My baby girl!”
I turned just in time to see Kelly beaming from ear to ear. Beside her was a man in a wheelchair who looked unmistakably like Dominic—same strong features, same presence—but with black hair streaked with age and eyes that carried quiet wisdom.
He rolled closer, smiling warmly at us both. Dominic immediately leaned down to hug him, and the man spoke with pride clear in his voice.
“I’m one proud father today, Dominic,” he said. “Thank you for bringing your Luna tonight. I would very much like to meet the future mother of our pack.”
My heart fluttered at his words.
Dominic turned to look at me, pride shining openly on his face, as if he’d always seen me this way—long before I could remember it myself.
He took my hand, and I heard Kelly squeal softly.
“Oh, look at you two!” she gushed. “You even dressed alike. Dawson, why can’t we do that?”
She smacked the man in the wheelchair playfully, making him laugh, and his response caught me completely off guard.
“I’ll get you a matching wheelchair,” he said. “How about that?”
Dominic burst out laughing, still holding my hand, and I couldn’t help it—I laughed too as Kelly joined in, shaking her head and teasing him right back.
For the first time in a long while… the warmth felt real.
In a matter of minutes, the room began to fill.
Footsteps echoed from every direction, voices low and controlled, the air thick with something I couldn’t quite name. Kelly stayed close to me, speaking softly as if to shield me from the weight of it all.
“Well, sweet girl,” she said gently, squeezing my arm, “we should head to the center now. Everyone is waiting.”
She looped her arm through mine, grounding me, and I glanced at Dominic. Without a word, he moved to his father’s wheelchair, taking the handles with practiced care, guiding him forward with quiet respect. Together, we made our way through the massive space—the heart of the apartment complex, a place that clearly served as more than just an office.
This was a gathering place.
A place of judgment.
A place of decisions.
When we reached the center, my breath caught.
So many people had gathered—men and women of all ages, all watching with focused attention. Some stood tall and unflinching. Others looked grim, tired, angry. Every pair of eyes held purpose.
But what truly froze me in place were the chairs.
Five of them.
Heavy, reinforced, placed deliberately in a line.
Each one held a person chained down, their bodies restrained, their faces completely covered. No movement. No voices. Just the sharp awareness that they were there for a reason.
My stomach twisted.
Before I could ask, before I could even pull my arm tighter around Kelly’s, the air itself seemed to shift. It was subtle—but undeniable. The room went silent in a way that felt instinctive, like everyone knew what was coming next.
Dominic stepped forward.
The man I’d been holding hands with.
The man who spoke gently to me.
The man who laughed with his parents moments ago.
He wasn’t gone—but something else stood with him now.
Authority.
Power.
Control earned, not taken.
His voice carried through the room, calm but heavy with meaning.
“Thank you all of the Northstar pack for coming tonight,” he said. “And thank you for having the courage to accept our choice—to end the revolution of these bloodsuckers who have taken the last of our pack members.”
The word bloodsuckers sent a chill through me.
I tightened my fingers around Kelly’s arm, my heart racing—not from fear of Dominic, but from the realization settling deep in my chest.
This wasn’t just a meeting.
This was the beginning of a reckoning.
And somehow… I was standing right at its center.
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