AFTER THE MOON GODDESS

CHAPTER 2: BEFORE THE FULL MOON

He stroked her deep and hard, making her scream in painful pleasure. He turned her around and pinned both her hands down as he continued f*****g her hard, she started squirting all over the bed and screaming even louder.

At this point the younger sister came inside the room, she was shocked to find them having s*x, before the mating ceremony.

"What's going on here, Sister Lisa?"

Amos was angry at the interruption but he took a second look at the younger sister, she bore a slight resemblance to the one he was f*****g, except she was lighter in complexion.

She was also in her human form, wearing a see-through dress and nothing underneath, her perky n*****s stood under the flimsy material and he could tell that she had similar ideas as her sister, they wanted to try and seduce him into making either of them his mate.

He watched for a moment as they bickered before he howled."Enough! Clarisse, Lisa, you both want me isn't it, you both get me" he smiled cunningly"Whoever f***s better gets me".He got the best s*x of his life that night. They both took turns riding him and making him c****x, he made them kiss and touch each other's p*****s. It was pure ecstasy watching them c*m on each other's fingers.

They took his seed on their faces, in their mouths everywhere except inside them as he was careful not to give any of them his children. His inner wolf didn't want it.

Now he was in a dilemma, it was only seven days till the next full moon and he still hadn't made up his mind on any of the wolves in his palace at the moment, who were patiently waiting for the mating ceremony to be pronounced as his mate.

He was still brooding over this when he heard the whimper of a young she-wolf behind the tree under which he sat, in his wolf form to brood.

As Amos approached the tree, the whimpering grew louder. He cautiously padded around the trunk, his ears perked up and his tail held high. That's when he saw her - a small, trembling ball of fur, her big brown eyes fixed on him.

The she-wolf's fur was a mottled mix of gray and brown, and she looked unlike any wolf he had seen in his palace. Her scent was wild and earthy, like the forest floor, and it intrigued him. He sniffed gently, trying not to scare her further.

"What are you doing here, little one?" he asked, his voice low and soothing.

The she-wolf whimpered again, her eyes darting around as if searching for an escape route. But she didn't run. Instead, she crept closer, her tail wagging tentatively.

Amos's curiosity was piqued. Who was this mysterious she-wolf, and what was she doing in his territory? He sat down, his ears still perked up, and motioned for her to come closer.

And then, in a surprising move, the she-wolf nuzzled his nose, her fur tickling his snout. Amos's heart skipped a beat. No wolf had ever made him feel that way before like his inner wolf was excited, not even Cindy in all her beauty.

Amos's eyes narrowed, his tail twitching with curiosity. "Who are you?" he asked his voice firm but controlled. "What brings you to my territory?"

The she-wolf trembled, her ears folding back in submission. "I-I'm just a wanderer," she stammered. "I didn't mean to intrude."

His gaze intensified, his eyes boring into hers. "What's your name?" he pressed, his voice low and commanding.

"L-Anaiah," she whispered, her eyes darting away.

The alpha's ears perked up, his nose twitching as he scented the air. Anaiah's fear was palpable, but there was something else... something intriguing.

Suddenly, he stood up, his fur bristling, and let out a low growl. Anaiah cowered, her tail tucked between her legs. Amos took a step closer, his eyes gleaming in the moonlight.

"You're not like the others," he said, his voice low and mysterious. "You're different. And I'm not sure if that's a good thing... or a bad thing."

Anaiah whimpered, her eyes fixed on him with a mix of fear and fascination. Amos's growl softened, and he nodded.

"Come with me, Anaiah. Let's take a walk... to my palace."

He turned and padded away, expecting her to follow. Anaiah hesitated for a moment before trailing behind him, her eyes fixed on his majestic form.

As they approached the palace, Anaiah's anxiety grew. She had never been in a pack before, and the thought of meeting so many new wolves intimidated her. Amos, sensing her unease, nudged her gently with his nose.

"Don't worry, Anaiah," he said. "You'll be fine. I'll make sure of it."

But as they entered the grand hall, Anaiah's fears were realized. The other she-wolves turned to gaze at her, their eyes narrowing with suspicion and hostility. Anaiah's ears folded back, and she cowered behind Amos.

"Who is this?" one of the she-wolves, Lisa, sneered. "Some kind of stray you picked up off the streets?"

Amos's hackles rose, but before he could respond, Cleopatra, his mother, and Anaiah wolf chimed in,

"Yeah, look at her fur - all dull and matted. She's not worthy of our pack."

Anaiah's tail was tucked between her legs, and she trembled with fear. But just as the bullying was about to escalate, a deep voice boomed from across the hall.

"Enough!"

Amos, in his majestic wolf form, strode towards them, his eyes blazing with authority.

"This is Anaiah, our guest," he said. "And she will be treated with respect."

The other she-wolves snarled but backed down, their tails between their legs. Amos turned to Anaiah and smiled.

"Don't mind them, little one. They're just jealous of your unique scent."

Anaiah's ears perked up, and she smiled weakly. He nudged her again, his eyes shining with approval.

"Come, Anaiah," Amos said. "Let me show you to your quarters. You must be exhausted."

As they walked away from the grand hall, Anaiah felt a sense of relief wash over her. She had found an ally in Amos, and perhaps, just perhaps, she could find a home in this palace after all