The large knot caught me by surprise. Near the base of his massive cock, it rapidly inflated inside me, and I cried out. My muscles clenched around it. There was no way he could leave me now. In the middle of his cock a second large knot grew. Both spread my insides wide, halting any semen from leaving my ass and forcing me to take all his cum.
The knotting had him fucking me harder, taking me down until I pressed into the quilt. He grabbed my hip and fucked me even harsher, not caring that his knots held me still. The friction was unbearably strong against my inner walls. My only relief was that he hadn’t grown a womb inside me yet, so I couldn’t become pregnant.
He came into me long and good, and it had me moaning on the quilt like a needy little slut, wanting it bad. When I finally spilled over into orgasm, I was so lost in the bliss that I forgot myself and where I was for a moment. It didn’t stop. Like a series of waves, one orgasm faded only to be taken up by the next. With each new peak, he bent more of my mind to his will until I thought of nothing but him and the glide of his cock inside me.
The knots still connected us and held me firmly beneath him. He planned on fucking me all night, as was custom. My body was already exhausted even though I knew there were several more hours until morning.
My insides sang with pleasure and pain, and I barely noticed that his knots had subsided. Without the knots, his cock easily hammered into me, thrusting in and out.
Grabbing my hips, he flipped me over onto my back. He attacked my neck with his fangs, deepening the bite mark, making it more defined. All I could do was weakly grab his dark fur as he owned me. He kept thrusting into me, moving me up and down against the quilt, adding to the lewd sounds of my claiming. His pounding grew so intense that I almost fainted. Slipping out of me, he flipped me onto my side before he grabbed my hip and thrust back inside.
My arms lay limp against the quilt, my palms weak. My knee he wasn’t holding up, moved haphazardly. I lay consumed as my alpha feasted on my body. My mouth fell open, cries, and saliva dripping out. I spurted cum like a fountain as another orgasm ripped through me, and it coated the quilt.
He pulled me into a position that allowed him to sink his fangs into my claim mark again. I cried out at the jarring pain. Reaching behind me, I dug my fingers into his mane as another round of orgasms washed me in bliss. His heavy knots grew inside me, binding me to him again.
Collapsing us face-first into the quilt, he bore down on top of me, utterly owning me. His hands covered mine and pinned me against the quilt, and he fucked me until the first rays of sunlight shown through the trees.
Chapter Two
Transitioning
Two days had passed since the Hunt, and I had been staying at my new alpha’s house. My neck held the first of three claim marks. The red bite was stark against my pale skin.
Living with my parents was no longer possible. No, I was stuck with Donovan Blackfang. He went by Don.
I had been right. I did know my alpha. An aristocrat, his family was in the same social tier as mine, and while he was older than me, I had seen him at a few holiday parties. Whenever I had, he’d always looked so cool. He was fit, wore his silver-brown hair in a long ponytail, and had mocha-colored skin. He never paid much attention to the other little kids at the party or me, but I remembered he had a nice smile.
My parents were thrilled to have me claimed by such a strong alpha, but I hated him. My alpha? Try rapist! I didn’t want to be anywhere near him. I tried to avoid him as much as possible. So far, I had been unsuccessful.
He was stronger and quicker than me, especially now. During the Offering—sometimes longer depending on the couple—something known as the Dominating began. This was when I would start becoming under my alpha’s influence, mentally and bodily. So even though I ran track, my body grew weak around him, and I couldn’t escape him. I didn’t have a car. In fact, I wasn’t even old enough to drive, despite coming of age in Wereduin society. But that didn’t matter. I was getting the hell out of there. I would stay at Shamar’s house. I hadn’t had time to call my friend, but he wouldn’t mind if I came over.
The moment Don was in the shower, I snuck out. The top lock on the door was a heavy padlock, but Don didn’t use it, which worked perfectly. The solid wood door had a habit of sticking, and for a moment, I thought about leaving it open to avoid making too much noise. But that would alert Don that I’d left. He’d find out eventually, but better later than sooner.
Not even taking a set of clothes with me, I raced down the long driveway. Don’s house, like nearly all wereduin homes, was walking distance to most things. Most werewolves didn’t need cars. Only assholes like Don had one.
Don lived on a hill. His white, squared house was almost entirely made up of glass. Except for the supporting structure and, thankfully, the bathroom, most walls were windows. The large tree that grew straight through the center of the living room was impressive to see. Much as it made me bristle, Don had quite a classy place.
Fuck that!
Why was I thinking of Don’s house as anything but my prison?
Shamar lived on the other side of the bridge that led into the bayous where most zombies lived. It was closer to my parents’ house, but still only a bus ride away from Don’s. Zombie and werewolf relations were decent enough that living side by side wasn’t problematic.
I was in view of the bus station when a Diamond-Lux turned around the curb, its silver glistening in the sunlight—sporty and sophistication in one. Something about that car made my stomach tighten. The moment it neared, I knew why. Don sat behind the wheel. Slowing down, he pulled up alongside me.
“Fern. Get in.” His tone lacked room for argument.
“Thanks, but I’m good.”
“That wasn’t a suggestion.”
It was a long shot, but I had to try it. Not looking back, I sprinted down the sidewalk. Running from an alpha only incited them, but who cared? I never wanted to be paired with this asshole—a guy of all things.
Heavy footfalls gained on me from behind before I was caught and taken down to the ground. The grass wasn’t thick, and the fall still hurt.
“Stupid, little pup, why are you running from me? What do you hope to accomplish? You’re mine now. I own you.”
I shook my head. “No, I didn’t give my consent.”
“Consent? Why would that matter, we’re wolves? Now get in the car.” Don had more than enough strength to carry me, but I fought him all the way. He yanked my hands behind my back and had me up in his arms. I kicked him again and again. “I said, stop it, or I will hurt you.”
Like I cared at this point. But his punch to the stomach had me barreling over. “Damn…you.”
“Uh-huh.” Don picked me back up and slung me over his shoulder.
“Put me down!”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. You’re coming home with me, and I’m going to teach you a lesson. You will yield to me as I will not tolerate disobedience.” I knew this period would be a power struggle. Papa had mentioned that to me, as did Mom. But the experience was far more horrible than I imagined.
He dropped me forcefully into the car, and my head slammed into the seat. I rubbed the back of my skull to soothe it. That distracted me enough for Don to close the door, clicking the lock the moment it shut. He unlocked his door and got in.
“Bastard! I won’t accept you.”
“You already have. Your body accepted me, and I won you. End of story.”
I shook my head. “Not for me. I won’t stay with you.”
“You will. When we get home, I am fucking you senseless.”
My stomach knotted with dread. Don was so excessively big. My smaller body still had to get used to the intrusion. Papa had given me a cream to help stretch me, but it was infused with Don’s alpha prowess, so I had no intention of using it. The more of Don’s essence that got inside of me, the easier it became for him to submit me. Besides, at best, the lotion didn’t seem to be made for my comfort, but rather to stretch me open so Don co
uld better plow into me. Papa didn’t see it that way, of course.
We arrived at the house way too quickly. I clutched the door handle.
Don rolled his eyes. “If you don’t behave, I will hit you again. You got that?” He got out of the car.
I clung to the door handle with a death grip, but Don was still stronger. Yanking open the door, he tugged me out from the car seat. I kicked at his legs, but this time Don tripped my feet out from under me, and I fell onto my butt.
He glared down at me. “I will be fucking you. It is inevitable. Stop fighting me and submit. Or I will make this very hard on you.”
He yanked me up and slung me over his shoulder. I grabbed the car door, but the slippery metal popped out from under my fingers. Soon we were in front of the door. I kept kicking him to make it harder for him to get his keys. Don growled. The next second, he slammed me against the door. His hand constricted my throat.
Leaning closer, Don whispered, “Unless you want me to knock you out right here, I suggest you stop struggling. You are mine now. End of story.”
The threat in his tone made me hesitate, and it was all that was needed for Don to unlock the door and drag me inside. He locked the large iron bolt at the top of the door that he hadn’t used before.
He took me all the way to the walk-in shoe closet before releasing me. The moment my feet touched the ground, I raced for the door. I pulled at the lock with all my might, but it was super heavy and didn’t budge.
Don snorted. “Yeah, good luck with that.” He went about removing his shoes, not at all in a rush.
“I don’t like you. I don’t want to be mated to you.”
“Oh, yeah? And why is that?”
“You’re a guy for one. And you’re a bully.”
“Only because you fight me.” Don was behind me in a flash. “As for being male, I will stretch you out soon enough and have you craving my cock so much that no female will be able to satisfy you again.”
I could not stop my whimper. His breath tickled my neck. I had always felt the most sensitive there, and even more so after receiving the first claim mark.
Don smirked against my skin. His teeth sank into the red, shiny bite mark, and my knees buckled. My whimper became a moan as I sank into the pleasure-pain of getting bitten by him. My new alpha was biting me.
New alpha? That thought upset me. Since when did I plan on calling anyone alpha? There were two more Offerings left, and Betas Night, I could still shake him. I had to be free of him.
He hoisted me off my feet, wrapping my legs around his waist.
“Ahh, stop…no, I don’t…I don’t want it!”
“And what part of the mating process requires your wants?” Don groaned as he sank his teeth back into my neck, deepening the claim mark. I clawed at his back, but his alpha influence weakened my resolve, and my instincts called me to submit. Compared to my werewolf claws, my wereduin ones seemed like blunt fingernails, especially against Don’s impenetrable hide—alpha skin was thick even as wereduin. Unfortunately, his essence prevented me from shifting forms.
He took me into his bedroom and threw me onto the bed. He removed my clothes with haste, popping off a button snagged by his claw.
“No…” I tried to get away, but I was too slow. Already his prowess invaded my senses. “Stop…get off me…”
Don flipped me onto my stomach. Stretching my arms out above my head, he pinned my wrists. When he breached my body, I screamed into the mattress. His thickness tore my inner walls. It hurt so badly that I could barely think.
“You’re making this difficult. I would take time to prepare you if you weren’t always fighting me. But no, you want to do this the hard way,” Don’s words hissed into my ear. “Do you think I’ll ever let you leave me?” Again and again, he pounded into me. “No matter where you run, I’ll chase you down. I’ll never let you get away from me. You belong to me, Fern. I’ll be fucking you for the rest of your life, got that? You are mine, and I will breed you and own you. And you will be obedient to me.”
I lost the battle to contain my moans when pleasure overtook pain. Each of his movements brought me to life, awoke sensations inside my body that I hadn’t known existed. To try and stifle my moans, I bit the mattress. But it was no good. Trapping me beneath his firm body, he fucked me into submission.
Shamar spotted me in the hall. “Fern! Praise the loa, you’re safe! I wasn’t sure I’d ever see you again.” Like all zombies, Shamar practiced the Voodoo religion. While he wasn’t particularly religious, he was always saying Praise the loa, this, or Praise the loa, that. On his most emotional days, he upped his game and said, Praise Ayida-Weddo!—who according to him, was the loa who created the zombie race.
The moment he was in front of me, he threw his arms around my neck. Palpable anxiety poured off him. Receiving hugs from zombies was never a warm experience, given their naturally cool skin. Shamar’s green color was common for a zombie, most ranging from green to brown. Of all my friends, Shamar was the one who didn’t need to dye his hair black. His mangy hair always looked uncombed, like he’d just gotten out of bed and sprinkled a bit of dirt on it—a trendy style among zombies our age.
I smiled awkwardly since Shamar still hugged me, but he’d always been a touchy-feely friend. Oddly, he never seemed to do this to anyone else but me. He and I clicked instantly, liking all the same metal bands, like the one printed on the worn-out Zombie Blood t-shirt I wore to school. Despite fading from too much love, the front still looked awesome, depicting the face of a human girl looking like a zombie voodoo doll. Stitches wove down the middle of her face. More sowed her lips together, then crossed her face to her ears. It had been their original album cover. That was the gig where I’d met Shamar. We had collided in the mosh pit and had been friends ever since.
He hugged me tighter. “You won’t believe how worried I was. I barely slept last night. I wasn’t sure I’d ever see you again.” When did he plan to let me go? He always overreacted to anything that remotely caused me discomfort. Arduinna help it if I got sick.
“Yeah, well, it’s not that common for betas to die at this stage.” I winced when his arm squeezed down over the claim mark, pulling away. The black scarf I’d hidden it under didn’t make it any less tender.
“You got bitten?” he asked, genuinely shocked as if the entire purpose of that madhouse was for anything else. “But I thought you didn’t want to be mated?”
I started to get defensive. “It’s not like I didn’t try to get away…geez, you make it sound like I wanted this.”
“I knew you’d get claimed.”
“What great faith you have in me…”
Shamar shook his head. “I don’t mean it like that. I knew you’d put up a good fight, but you’re a Highborne. And compared to a lot of others, you’re…” He shut his mouth. Shuffling his feet, he looked down at his worn-out shoes.
“What? I’m what?”
“Never mind.”
Alphonse and Lucian caught up with us. Lucian had an arm around Alphonse’s waist, the two of them laughing. It was common knowledge that even though all four of us were friends, Lucian and Alphonse were besties, like Shamar and me.
“So, you made it in one piece, then?” Lucian always sounded on the arrogant side. Must have been his vampire blood. Of all the races, they were the most pompous—Highborne werewolves included. The antiquated design of his ruffled tie and billowed sleeves made him look like a prince leading a princess. All he needed was a cloak and his image would be complete. Given his attire, he made me think of the vampire actor Dracula.
Alphonse would make one awkward princess, though. His black tees normally contained either band logos like mine or funny slogans. While both wore black, it was apparent where the vampire began, and the human ended. This close together, their height difference was more pronounced, with Lucian being the shorter of the two. That was ironic since vampires normally were taller than humans, and beta wereduins and zombies too.
“Wow, you-yo
u must’ve been so sca-scared!” Alphonse had the courage of a mouse, despite being a descendant of the legendary Van Helsing like all humans in our society. “I he-heard you guys can-can-can actually die in that cer-ceremony.” He also had a terrible stutter—something he’d had as long as I’d known him.
I looked away. “Yeah, well…”
“Who-who’d you get pa-paired with?” Alphonse sounded like a giddy schoolgirl with a crush. “Is she a-a hottie?”
Lucian snorted, but he didn’t comment. He released Alphonse’s waist, sulking in the background. He was always moody. It went with his look. While the rest of us were emo with a hint of metalhead, Lucian was the goth in our group. He liked to make his already pale skin whiter with make-up, and he put black blush on. He applied thick extravagant eye make-up and lipstick—all black, of course. Vampires had crazy long ears that stuck out at an angle, far past their heads. Lucian riddled his length with piercings.
I sighed. “I wish—” A distraction interrupted me before I could start talking about Don. Figuring it was something to do with people I didn’t care about, I ignored it. “He’s bossy and full of himself, not to mention a real jerk. He wants me to do everything his way.”
“I know, bu-bu-but.” Alphonse looked over his shoulder at the commotion. The tallest in our group, seeing wasn’t a problem for him. “Isn’t that wha-what all your-your alphas are-are-are like?”
“Well, I guess. But he could’ve at least been a strong female—”
“Who-who’s that?” Alphonse interrupted. “Shit, he’s hot!”
“I don’t see it,” Lucian grumbled. He sneered at who Alphonse had pointed at. Shamar and I looked in that direction too. My heart clenched.
Damn it…what is he doing here?
“Him?” Shamar asked, and I realized I’d spoken aloud. “You know this guy—wait, don’t tell me he’s your alpha?” His eyes narrowed, and he furrowed his brow— distinct anger in his tone.
I nodded. “Yeah, why does that jerk have to show up at my school?”
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