Unwilling
A shifter novel
Copyright © year 2018 Hannah L. Corrie
Published by Hannah L. Corrie at Smashwords
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M/M, werewolves, torture, a little angst and drama, explicit sexual intercourse, “happy for now”
Table of Contents
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Black Haired Devil
Envy And Hatred
By A Thread
Hunt And Hunted
Capture
Prey
Exodus
Pack Means Unity
Home Is With You
A Rope Of Sand
All Good Things
Explosion
Family Issues
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You got this book for free. You are probably wondering why.
At the beginning of my writing career, Jared and Darwin were nothing but an idea born out of annoyance with all the shifter stories that were so popular on Literotica.com in 2010, before [mpreg] became a thing. I wrote those first chapters to rebel against archetypes and because someone told me that the clichés I complained about were only there because they sold well. I, being a snot-nosed, new author with no published works, decided to prove them wrong and Unwilling grew and grew, gathered fans and became a monster of its own.
What I learned through publishing the chapters of this story on Literotica and GayAuthors.org would have taken me years to learn on my own. Far too few people acknowledge this, far too few authors think back to their roots. I could have never gotten this far without the people who helped me with reviews, e-mails, critique and professions of love for my story and the people in it. I will never forget what you have done for me, so this book is for you.
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Black Haired Devil
Jared
Jared’s eyelids drooped and he blinked and rolled his eyeballs to re-wet them and stay awake. The west wing of Statsby Hall lay before him, promising a bed, a bath, and most important of all: peace of mind. For the small price of twenty-two hours in a tiny lemon, granted, but done was done. Maybe he should have stopped somewhere along the way, but he hadn't wanted to waste another second in his quest to run as far away from his family as possible. Now Jared, finally, was free. He was so relieved, he nearly fell asleep with his hands on the steering wheel and the motor of his little Volkswagen Beetle still running.
The act of unfolding his six-foot-two-inch frame out of the tiny driver's seat made him grunt and grumble and when his feet found their way to the concrete ground he stumbled about a bit and leaned against the side of his car to get his bearings.
Jared looked up to the baby blue sky above and sighed. Only a few more minutes, then he could collapse on his new bed and sleep. He patted the left back pocket of his shaggy jeans where he kept the folded documents for his application, shoved his dead-tired carcass away from the car, and scuffled toward the main entrance of Statsby Hall.
That was when it hit him. Literally. The boomerang came out of nowhere, but that didn't ease the force of its collision with Jared's head. The shocked scream of the girl that had thrown it resonated with the sudden, painful crack of wood against bone and he went down like a log.
He woke to someone shaking his shoulders and blinked away dozens of shiny stars. The daylight hurt his eyes, but his head hurt worse. "Ow! Damn," he mumbled, own voice hollow and far away. Then the world snapped back into place, crashing into his senses.
"Oh gosh, are you okay? Hey, can you hear me?" a female voice asked. Jared opened his eyes again and looked up into the blanched face of a pretty, brown-haired girl. She looked ready to faint, but kept shaking him bravely. "Come on, pal! Say something!"
"What was that— are you Australian?" Jared mumbled, touching the side of his face. He felt a welt and some crusts and when he looked at his fingertips, he saw blood. Ah, gorgeous! Not even inside his new home yet and already he had gotten attacked. The only thing missing was another Alpha living on-campus and another round of fights for dominance over a piece of land he had no interest in whatsoever, and this place would be just like home.
"Pretty cliché, huh? Don't move, you have a concussion," she said, pushing his hand away from the wound. "You are lucky you're not dead. I'm lucky you're not dead," she added and pulled a handkerchief from her pocket to press it on the head wound.
Jared's wolf rose to the unintended challenge on his dominance. Biting down a snarl, he took the handkerchief off her to hold it in place by himself. Luck had nothing to do with him not being dead, although he could hardly tell her that. The girl was human and obviously meant well, but a hurt werewolf was dangerous and unpredictable. Killing a werewolf with a boomerang would have been an impressive feat; killing a human teen would just be sad.
"I'm alive, I guess," he groaned and slowly sat up. A small flock of students was gathering around to watch them and it made Jared more nervous. He got up although his stomach tried to crawl up his gullet. The world tilted a bit and lost some of its color.
"Whoa, you are so not alright!" she scoffed and grabbed his arm.
He swallowed a growl in her direction but tensed under her fingers, thinking calm thoughts at his wolf-instincts. "It's just a bit of blood," he assured her, threw a hard glance at the crowd and barked, "Move on people, nothing to see here!"
"I'm Darla. My middle name is take-you-to-the-sick-room. Come on, big boy," the girl said, resolutely pulled his arm and dragged him towards the entrance of the student residence.
It was either rip her apart or submit to her insistence. Jared contemplated version one for a few seconds, then hung his head and shuffled after her. He was simply too tired to stay angry.
The sick room was on ground level, right next to the students' admissions bureau. Jared threw a longing gaze to the sign when they passed it, wishing he could shake off that boomerang-throwing hell strumpet and go in there to get assigned a room. Darla unfortunately was unshakable in her quest to see him patched up and tugged at his arm demandingly when he slowed down.
"Come on mate, just a few steps more," she insisted.
Jared could have easily broken free. Hell, he could easily punch a hole into the wall, and without a scratch to show for it, but humans didn't do things like that. And heterosexual humans were into beautiful, exotic women like Darla. Jared was neither human, nor heterosexual, but this was supposed to be a new start, a new, better life. He didn't want to throw it all out on the first day.
But then he scented something strangely familiar. Suddenly Darla di
dn't have to pull him along because Jared sped up, his nose filtering the air for that scent wafting through the corridor.
Werewolf.
Jared curled his lips and bared his teeth to the sudden hint of danger. He wanted to growl, but a wry look from Darla made him close his lips and lick them to rid himself of the strange, numb sensation. Was there another werewolf on campus? Was this pack territory?
Another cloud of musky fragrance hit his senses and made his fingers all tingly with excitement. A male, young and close by.
"Here we are," Darla said, sounding very relieved when she pushed open the door and pulled Jared inside.
And there he was, standing right next to a sizable shelf full of strange flasks. Jared dug his heels into the linoleum floor when a piercing gaze from the other werewolf struck him. Even the need to play charade with humans couldn't make him set foot into the home of another werewolf uninvited.
He was a little shorter than Jared, slim and lanky, with hair black as raven's feathers and stunning blue eyes, like those of a Siberian Husky. His skin was pale, like carved ivory, but dark circles underneath his eyes hinted towards a strain and exhaustion his gaze didn't let on.
Meanwhile, his eyes fell first on Jared's bloodied face and the handkerchief still sticking to his head wound, then wandered lower and inspected his and Darla's entwined hands. His upper lip curled to a half snarl, but he seemed to grasp Jared's dilemma.
"Come in; sit down," he said.
His voice crawled right into Jared's groin. Jared hesitated, but another harsh tug from Darla made him move forward again. Realizing he was staring, Jared averted his eyes and took a look around in the room. He didn't lower his gaze even though he was in the territory of another were, because it would have meant that he surrendered to his presence - something he couldn't, wouldn't do. It was stupid and he knew it, but what was he to do? He was tired of arguing with his instincts, even if the same problem had gotten him kicked out of his last pack and nearly ruined his family. Dominance.
This wolf didn't mind, though. He simply flicked his tongue disapprovingly and motioned Jared over to one of the examination tables. "Sit, please," the dark stranger emphasized with twitching lips while his eyes followed Darla and her heroic attempts to shove Jared around like an unruly kid. Her actions seemed to amuse him, but then Jared was pretty sure that the sight was amusing and unusual. It didn't happen often that a full-grown werewolf was bossed around by a human.
When Jared sat on the table, she turned around and blushed. "I hit him with a boomerang in the head. It was an accident," she said and rummaged through her pockets to produce a small business card. "Here's my contact information, please contact my insurance for this. It was entirely my fault."
Jared watched them in silence. Okay, so he ogled the face of that other werewolf like a lovestruck teen, but at least he listened to both of them. Darla sounded sincere in her description, and since he didn't have his new contact information yet, her offer was a big help.
"Darla McIntire," the pale wolf read and smiled cynically. "I'll make sure everything is handled properly. Now please excuse me, I've got a hunting injury to tend to." With those words he pointed at Jared's head and shooed her towards the exit.
Darla trotted towards it, but looked over her shoulder when she reached the door. "I'll come visit you later to apologize properly, okay?" Her eyes flickered with a certain starry quality Jared knew too well. Another girl falling for the golden bronze hulk; he should have seen it coming.
"Okay. Thanks, Darla," he said and waved glibly, just to get her out of there.
The door clicked shut behind her. Jared turned his head far enough to look at the other were out of his eyes’ corner. Silence unfurled and crawled into every corner of the room, away from the two werewolves eying each other.
Finally, the strange one broke the spell. "I'm a paramedic," he said, "and I know you are not seriously hurt, because if you were, that chick would be corned beef." He stood still, but started to lift one hand. Jared growled and he stopped instantly, froze, and rolled his eyes. Dislike rolled off his posture in thick, numbing waves. "Growling, really? I have to patch you up at least a little. Too many people have seen your bloody kisser already."
This time he didn't move until Jared sighed and nodded, but the he kept his unhappy, exasperated expression when he finished the gesture and tugged the piece of cloth from Jared's wound.
It hurt like a bitch, but Jared didn't let his pain show. "What's your name?" he asked instead, mainly to take his mind off the burning wound. He was more than curious now.
"Darwin." The answer was short, clipped and unhappy. "I'll clean that. It'll burn. Please hold still," he said and pulled a brown glass bottle out of the shelf next to the table.
Jared's eyes followed the new object in Darwin's hands curiously because his wolf demanded it. The horny teen inside him wanted to stare at Darwin's crotch. "Is this your territory?" Jared asked as Darwin drenched a wound dressing in clear liquid. The stench of disinfectant crept into his nose and tainted the wonderful aroma of werewolf.
"No." Again the answer was short and clipped, impatient, unfriendly. Darwin concentrated on Jared's forehead and started cleaning the half healed cut, brows drawn together and wrinkled. "This university is on the outskirts of the Banes pack territory, but it is off limits to hunts and... diplomatic interactions." He sounded strained with the necessity to talk.
Of course, Jared knew what ‘diplomatic interactions’ meant: brawls, fights, and kills. It did sound logical; like at every other university or college, there were surely dozens of other weres passing through every year, staying for a while, studying and leaving again. No reason to risk their camouflage. A necessary evil for every bigger city pack.
When Darwin was finished with cleaning Jared's forehead, he turned around and went over to the sink, where he produced a lighter out of his pocket and set the used wound dressing on fire. Although the gesture seemed so natural, it told Jared something very unexpected: Darwin was not a dominant werewolf. No dominant would ever turn their back on a strange and injured were. Only submissives wouldn't think that far. They had no reason to.
Jared wouldn't have pegged Darwin for a submissive, but now his libido went on overdrive. He scented the air again, but it was of no use - the disinfectant still killed every scent in the room, making him practically nose-blind.
Darwin's voice cut through the rutty thoughts Jared delved into, clear as glass. "If you think you can come in here, get all worked up over my ass, and take what you want, you are so very wrong." His pale face held an icy glare, his lips were curled in a warning snarl. He tore a slip of paper off his clipboard, held it out for Jared to take and growled, "Here's your sick leave certificate. Now get out of my sight."
Jared didn't have a choice. If he didn't want to anger the local pack on his first day, he had to obey, but damn, it was hard! He wanted to punch Darwin, throw him against a wall, throttle him, anything to show him what dominance meant— But he couldn't. Instead he hissed, "Like I would tap that ugly mug of yours," and stomped out, nearly cracking the door as he slammed it behind him. The bang it produced echoed through the building. Damn, that little bastard got him going!
An hour later Jared was finally able to collapse onto his new bed and close his eyes. He was too tired to snarl when the last picture his mind produced before fainting was Darwin's face.
Darwin
It had been a long day. Darwin flipped the light switch of the university's sick room and locked the door behind him. A damn long day with nine hours of constant visits. The first day of a semester always went like this, or so he had been told. With so many people moving into the building, carrying heavy loads, moving furniture, and getting drunk afterward, it was bound to happen. And the vicious circle repeated itself every year: broken bones, sprained ankles, hurt backs, cut fingers, the whole hoopla.
No wonder the regular doctor had taken sick leave.
Not that Darwin minded the extra hours; he needed ev
ery penny to afford living on campus. With his father's house almost in walking distance, he didn't need to live in the student residence, but not having to go home every day was worth the work, the tears, and the missed sleep. Because of him. Not his father, he loved his father, but the other male person that mattered in his life— his Alpha.
Shuddering violently, he turned away from the door and marched down the corridor. Must not think of that man. Think about something else!
That new werewolf for example.
His dick twitched and thickened again. He had a hard time calming the damn thing down ever since meeting Jared. It had been in a state of constant, vague arousal ever since that guy had left the sick room. His libido was persistent and not easily intimidated. That hunk had looked like a sleepy force of nature, his gaze piercing, muscles rippling even on the verge of total exhaustion. The simple act of watching him had given him an instant boner.
Darwin still hated himself for his stupid performance that morning. He worked so hard on keeping a dominant facade, and he had stuck to it so consistently, too— only to be thrown off his game by a blond, stupid, arrogant, single-minded, hunky, gorgeous werewolf. That guy hadn't done anything, he had just sat there and stared at Darwin with bleary, reddened eyes like a coked up junkie on a trip. And his smell! Mary, mother of Christ, he smelled like sunshine and heated granite, with a spicy, musky note of wilderness.
It had driven Darwin mad with lust, until... well, until he had remembered his own predicament. No, it was easier to settle for hating him, pushing him away as far as possible. Keep his distance. Be a dick and scare him off, if need be, just stay away from the temptation. After all, what did he have to gain otherwise? Love? Love didn't keep him breathing. Love didn't keep his father safe. Love didn't matter.
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