Hidden Among Humans

Chapter 10

“What is your angle?” I said as I walked my fingers up Fiona’s bare spine. I had to admit her skin was as soft as butter, but it still didn't mean I liked it. I watched as she would arch her back with every step, taking every pleasure in my touch. I was here for a reason, but why not seek pleasure at the same time? I was a wolf with no mate. After all, she took advantage of every moment she was alone with me. Why couldn't I do the same? I had become too familiar with every freckle on her body, and I hated every part of it.

“Take me,” she growled.

“If that’s what you want.” I began to trace my lips down her back. Her taste wasn't anything extraordinary but I didn't mind it.

“Alejandro,” she moaned my name, I would be lying if having her didn't provoke my arousal. Immediately, I lifted her by her waist, rotating her towards me. I let out a growl as I gazed upon her. Her fame was completely exposed; I began to trace her body with my fingers, only causing her to whimper in delight. I stopped over her breasts where I began to caress them in a circular motion. I planted a kiss over her nip*le to then bite down. I pulled back with the nip*le still under my teeth, causing her moaning to increase in pitch. I allowed my tongue to follow the rest of her frame up to her neck. I always just tolerated the way she tasted, it reminded me of that day at the lake, like a wet dog.

“Mark me,” she pleaded as my tongue traced over her shoulder and neck. Just the thought of marking her made my guts twist and turn inside. Every moment I spent with Fiona was only that of physical pleasure. I was never happy to see her. Just because she aroused my lower extremities did not mean she fulfilled me as a man, I doubted anyone could.

“Here,” I teased her by rolling my tongue over her neck, knowing I would never dare to place my mark on her.

“Yes,” she continued to moan in pleasure. She must think I was a fool, to believe I would mark her. I crawled my hands closer to her neck and took her by surprise. At first, she thought I was being rough with her until I said.

“I would not hesitate to snap your neck if I confirmed any acts against my pack,” I wrapped my fingers tighter around her neck. It was not long before she slowly began to gasp for air. I only watched as her breath began to leave her. I would not lose sleep if she was no longer around.

“AAHG…you...re…hu…r…r…r…t…ting m…e…e…e.” She gasped, realizing I was not letting go. I allowed my grip to continue as I watched her eyes begin to widen. I could sense the fear in her eyes, knowing this would be the end for her. Only then did I release my grip, allowing her to take in a few breaths. I didn’t give her more time before I forced my lips on hers. Without hesitation, she threw her lips back at me. There was no doubt Fiona was a beast for lust.

“You are nothing more than the town's whor.e,” I whispered into her ear. I had never spoken to another she-wolf in this way. In this case, all I wanted was to provoke a reaction. To be fair, it wasn’t far off from the truth. “I would never dare to mark you,” I made it clear to her.

“Right now, I’m your whor.e,” she smirked with delight. It was as if she took pride in her reputation.

You might be wondering about Fiona. Let me bring some light on her past. Fiona is the daughter of a Beta wolf, granddaughter of Elder Stone. Everyone loved her, she was even in college by the time she was fifteen. Her fate was tied to an Omega male of another pack. I recall the first time they made it official. She was fifteen and he was seventeen. As far as I knew, she loved this Omega, she was happy. Things all changed when Fiona turned sixteen. It shocked everyone when she suddenly rejected her mate.

To this day I cannot say why. What I do know is that he never returned the rejection, so the bond remained. After a few days, Fiona rushed to his side, having a change of heart. Sadly, for Fiona, she arrived moments too late. As she reached his front door, she felt the bond break. His life came to a painful end due to her rejection; Fiona was never the same afterward. She tried to attend his funeral, but his family would not allow it.

I was only fourteen years old at the time, but I understood what was going on. For weeks everyone heard her cry, until one day it just stopped. She began causing trouble among the pack to the point that she was locked away for days. I remember when she turned eighteen, she left the pack for months at a time. No one knew where she was or what she did during that time. When she returned, she wasted no time running after lone or widowed wolves. The only problem was anyone who would pay attention to her.

I was surprised to find her multiple times at my bedside while I was in the hospital. Immediately when I arrived home, she took every possible moment to arouse me in her favor until I gave in. What can I say? I was a wolf with no mate and she took advantage of it. Almost four months later, I still found myself at her bedside.

I waited several hours pretending to sleep beside her, but nothing eventful occurred during that time. Just when I was about to leave, her phone began to vibrate. I could feel her gently moving around, poking me a few times in the process. Likely making sure I was not awake.

“Wait,” I heard her whisper on the phone. For a wolf, she was very careless and loud. I felt her fingers over my ears right before she placed earplugs over them. Although I could still hear through them, they did muffle a lot of sound out.

“No further developments sir,” I heard her speak as she made her way into another room. She went silent before she spoke again. It was difficult to make out the words on the other side of the phone. “It’s not like I can just ask him,” she hissed into the phone. “What I can tell you, his mother will be gone for a few days, but the pack's security is not letting down.” I tried to make out the words on the other side but still, I could not. Of one thing I was sure was that it was a man. I would have removed the earplugs, had I believed my movement would have gone unnoticed.

“Fine,” she continued. “Next time don’t call me, he’s in my bed.” It took all my willpower to not rip her throat out. My suspicion had been correct, she was a traitor to the pack. Fortunately for her, I still needed more information from her.

I could hear her moving around the room as softly as possible before once again she stood over me. Her touch always made my heart ache in pain, but the pleasure of the night made up for it. As she pulled the plugs out, she quickly made her way towards the window where she stood in silence.

Just as I thought she was not going to speak again. She let a slight whimper as if she were in some type of pain. She began to whisper with sorrow in her heart.

“We have lost too much to turn back now.”