by Aisha Brooks
He looked around and his eyes landed on Bradley, looking longingly at the deer. He walked slowly and deliberately toward him, then started smelling him. Now Bradley was reluctant, but he could not put up too much of a fight. He knew his place. Rudolph was trying to take in Bradley’s sent, forcing his muzzle under his tail. He knew Bradley did not want it now, but that made him want to fuck Bradley even more. Bradley tried walking away but Rudolph pounced on to him, pushing his tail out of the way as he climbed behind him. Bradley whimpered. He was about to fuck Bradley, about to enter him, when out of nowhere, Tyler came running and pushed him off Bradley.
“Control,” he said.
“He is an Omega, why the fuck do you even care,” barked Rudolph.
“I am telling you now, back off. Wait till tomorrow!”
Rudolph was not scared or afraid of Tyler, but what he said somehow resonated with him and he stopped. Tyler followed Rudolph back into the den, while Bradley, breathing heavily, attacked the game and ate till his fill.
Chapter 6: The Sacred Ground
The full moon shined brightly in the clear sky. The forest and the thorn bushes were sprayed in white snow, glistening in the light of the moon. The moon was directly above the fighting pit, giving it a cold, white glow.
Estelle stood on the rock at the edge of the cliff, appearing as the silhouette of a wolf under the moon. A picturesque scene, about to get bloody. Some members of the pack, especially the Omegas were already there. Tonight was the night.
Estelle howled, loud and clear; a long howl that continued for over 10 seconds. It was the summoning call. She looked down at the forest as the glowing pairs of yellow eyes continued to increase. The entire pack was gathered, even the workers at the Infirmary were in attendance.
Rudolph walked from the den, among barks of encouragement from the wolves gathered, and stood at one end of the fighting pit. His beautiful white skin glowed in the moonlight as he stood, ready to fight. He took off his loincloth, howled, and shifted into a huge brown wolf. His crystal blue eyes turned yellow, glowing brighter.
From the other end, Tyler, already in wolf form, entered and made straight for the fighting pit.
“We are gathered here on the full moon to see and welcome our new Alpha,” began Estelle.
The entire pack howled.
“The Samúð og Styrkur pack did not last for centuries for nothing. It is for our rituals and values that we stand while many others broke into chaos and vanished.”
More howls.
“So, with the full Moon as our witness, may the strongest and the most compassionate win. Let the The Trial begin!”
Both Tyler and Rudolph jumped into position on the opposite ends of the pit.
“May the strongest win, brother,” whispered Rudolph to Tyler.
“Best of luck,” he said, smiling.
Adrenaline rushed through them both. They started eyeing each other, and walking in a circle, eyes fixed on each other, waiting to pounce, to attack. Rudolph made the first move but Tyler dodged it. Rudolph was smug, already sure that he was going to win. He pounced again, and Tyler dodged again. Tyler had a “No first strike” policy and he was adhering to it. Rudolph knew it, and he wanted to take advantage of it, of striking first, of wounding his fellow Beta.
Rudolph took a few steps back, then quickly picked up pace and launched himself at Tyler. Tyler got down and kicked him from below with all fours, pushing him out of the pit. Rudolph yipped while the pack barked, urging him on, and then stormed back into the pit.
They looked deadly as ever under the full moon. Rudolph’s thoughts were running wild, his barriers were down. Tyler could sense his impatience, his desire to flay him alive, and he knew that he had to use it to his own advantage.
“Come on,” barked Rudolph, “Don’t be a pansy, hit me!”
Tyler wanted to test his patience. He was working Rudolph up, moving in circles.
Rudolph inched towards Tyler slowly, each step deliberate, and eyes still fixed on his every move. Tyler was prepared; he was observing Rudolph, just as he had in the past. He knew his moves and anticipated them.
Rudolph's ears were raised and forward, his forehead was furrowed and his eyes were wide, wild, and angry; his muzzle furrowed with lips lifted high and his nose puckered. He bared his fangs with his tongue tucked back and almost completely out of sight. His pelt became bristled, hackles raised, and his stance changed. He crouched, ready to leap. His tail was straight out, raised, and its tip began twitching to the left side. He was tired of waiting for the opportunity to attack.
Tyler was relaxed. He knew Rudolph was angry, un-composed and ready to attack. Rudolph lunged at him. Tyler got on his hind legs and defended with the front. He stopped Rudolph’s blow with the left arm, and punched his face with the right. He bared his claws and slashed Rudolph’s face. Rudolph retreated, starting to bleed.
From up the cliff, Estelle could see what Tyler was doing. She smiled to her self as she saw Tyler’s ears raised, while his forehead and brows were relaxed. After defending himself from Tyler’s blow, his eyes also relaxed along with his muzzle. His mouth was slightly agape, but his pelt was relaxed and his tail raised.
In that moment, Estelle knew who the new Alpha was. She could clearly see who was wiser and dominant from among the two who fought in front of her. It was the one who was calm and relaxed, the one who used his brain.
But even she was not prepared for what happened next.
Rudolph went into a frenzy, jumping on Tyler and pinning him to the ground. He kicked Tyler in the balls, disabling him, then tried sinking his teeth into his neck to mortally wound him.
Tyler suddenly slithered from underneath Rudolph and head butted him with his full force, throwing the brown furred beast into the crowd. And then, standing in the middle of the fighting pit, right under the moon, Tyler howled. This was a savage howl that went on for what seemed like twenty seconds, suddenly turning into one of pain. Estelle straightened up, trying to penetrate Tyler’s barriers to see what was going on.
Rudolph was about to enter the pit, but he suddenly stopped as Tyler began shifting. He howled with pain. Tyler had mastered transforming into man to wolf and wolf to man, but right now, he had no idea what was he transforming into from a wolf. All he knew was that it was fucking painful. The pain was unbearable. No other wolf in the crowd had any idea as to what was happening either, and all together they broke into a frenzy of high-pitched barks, whimpers, whines, whispers, and woofs.
Chapter 7: The True Alpha
Some of the wolves tried to enter the pit to help Tyler, but Estelle had realized what was happening. Her excitement was apparent in her voice when she spoke, because even she could not believe something like this was happening in her lifetime. She had not expected it in the least.
“Do not interfere. Nobody enters the fighting pit, and nobody leaves the Sacred Ground. The Trial is not over.”
All the glowing yellow eyes shifted from the cliff to the fighting pit.
Tyler, it seemed, had turned into a cross between a wolf and a man. He looked like a crooked man, bent, taller than he normally was. His muscles swelled, and his face bore a semblance to his human face, but with wolf written all over it. His eyes were closed as he fought the pain.
Then he opened his eyes. A moment Estelle had been waiting for.
The packed stared, stunned.
Tyler’s eyes were red.
“And we have our new Alpha,” announced Estelle from the top of the cliff, delighted.
“The fight is not over,” barked Rudolph, and lunged at this newly transformed Tyler.
Tyler reached for Rudolph’s throat and held the wolf with one hand for all to see, like a man holding a pup.
His red eyes glared into the golden eyes of Rudolph.
“You want to fight?” He asked, his rage overpowering Rudolph.
“I give up,” he said, as his yellow eyes turned into icy blue and he began shifting form again.
Tyler dro
pped him on the floor.
“He is a freak,” shouted Rudolph. “What is this…this is a freak.”
“You are misinformed,” barked Estelle calmly from the atop her rock.
“This is an abomination,” Rudolph continued. “We can’t have an abomination for an Alpha.”
“And you are willing to challenge him,” she asked with pride in her voice.
“No, but he’s not the Alpha. I challenge and fight with wolves, not freaks.”
“With Moon as my witness, I swear that we have been blessed with a True Alpha. And you have all been lucky and privileged to witness it.”
She looked at the stunned wolves. Only two or three of them seemed to have an inkling of what had happened and what was going on.
“I understand that many of you may have questions, and, if you do, please ask now. Questioning a True Alpha later on will only get you in trouble.”
Some of the wolves asked questions, made inquiries, simply to know more about a True Alpha.
“It is in the ancient books of lycanthropy. How a True Alpha comes to be is not fully understood, but it is believed that they have the blood of the First (the first werewolf) running in their veins. The arcane books are filled with information on True Alphas, and if anyone of you wants to know more, feel free to head to the Abandoned Library.”
She waited for a moment to let the information sink in, then invited Tyler to join her on the cliff. As Tyler made his way up to the rock, he motioned for Rudolph to come along; he was still the Beta.
“I am proud to present to you all your new Alpha, Tyler, the True Alpha,” shouted Estelle. Then she howled, long and jubilant.
Then Tyler howled for the first time as the new Alpha.
The entire pack howled after him, chiming in with him. “The True Alpha,” they all said in unison.
Then Tyler issued his first command as the new Alpha.
“Lift the Mountain Ash.”
This was greeted by barks of joy from the crowd.
“Let the period of mourning end, and let the mating season begin.”
Estelle retreated to the den with Rudolph following close behind her. She was relieved now, and she knew that Rudolph will not be making any more of the unwanted advanced toward her. Not after his defeat at the fighting pit.
Tyler stood on the cliff, watching the pair of yellow eyes die down and disappear. He was overwhelmed, unsure of what had happened. He did not understand what Estelle had just said. A True Alpha? How could he be one? How could he have the blood of the First when he did not even know who his parents were?
When the entire gathering had dissembled, Tyler crouched on the rock, enjoying the moonlight. But, somehow, he felt like someone was watching him. He could not tell who, he was far too overwhelmed for that. With the wolves out of the mourning, the winter setting in, and the start of the mating season, he had some big decisions to make as the new Alpha.
Normally, Alpha’s have time to get the hang of things. The worst time to become an Alpha is during the start of mating season, because then there is the added pressure of mating with the strongest female, instead of being able to choose who you want to mate with.
Tyler respected Estelle, but he had no intention of mating with her. The she-wolf had practically raised him like a son, and it just felt wrong for him to mate with her. Although he knew she would not resist if he choose to mate with her, he knew she was still in mourning. She had sacrificed her love, her Alpha, for the good of the pack.
Tyler wanted to go to some place quiet and alone. He wanted to be somewhere where the pack could not see him or find him, and he knew where that was.
He slowly climbed off the rock, his gait unsteady, and started walking. He knew someone was following him. There was no threat, he could tell. His senses were heightened, and he detected no danger nearby.
Chapter 8: The Mating
He walked to the lake in the woods.
“Come out, Bradley, I know it is you,” he said.
Bradley came out from behind the trees, his yellow eyes glowing.
Tyler walked into the lake, swimming when he reached the middle. The water was cold as ice, but his body soon adjusted to the temperature. He reached the island in the middle of the lake, a small patch of grass. The moon was reflected in the clear water, the cool breeze was blowing, and the trees rustling. It helped relax him, and he stood there, taking in the surroundings.
Bradley, still in wolf form, followed Tyler. Tyler was hot, it was true, but in his new form, his masculinity had become further exaggerated. Far too exaggerated for Bradley to remember his place. He threw caution to the wind and swam across the lake.
Tyler saw the pair of glowing yellow eyes come in towards him slowly. He shifted his gaze to the other side.
Bradley could see the moonlight reflected in sweat off Tyler’s muscles. He was already buff, but now he had literally become a creature of supernatural beauty. His skin glowed in the moonlight, his long hair hanging back loosely, his body covered with hair, and his eyes, his beautiful red eyes, slanted slightly. He could see that Tyler still had fangs in his semi-human form, the True Alpha form.
As soon as Bradley reached the patch of grass, he shifted into his human form. He was cold and dripping wet. Tyler saw the naked beauty walk toward him confidently. Bradley shivered in the cold, aching for the warmth of Tyler’s body.
Tyler looked at him, his red eyes piercing into Bradley’s green eyes.
“Do you know who I am?”
“You are the new Alpha.”
“And who are you?”
“I am the Omega.”
“And, yet, you dare to come to me uninvited.”
“I don’t care,” began Bradley. “I have fallen for you. I fell for you the day you took me in, and you can kill me or cast me out, but I can’t help give this a shot.”
He proceeded toward Tyler, reached for his neck, and pulled his face down, close to his. At Bradley’s touch, Tyler shifter back into his human form.
Tyler was uncertain but he allowed the Omega to do as he pleased. Bradley kissed Tyler on the lips and then parted his own lips as Tyler’s tongue entered his mouth. Tyler liked the way Bradley tasted, and he was strangely comforted by the touch of the Omega. Bradley was only 5’8, and stood on his toes as Tyler kissed him.
Tyler pushed him to the ground and climbed on top of him. He smelled him from head to toe, and then began licking the Omega’s body. He bit him on his thighs, his arms, his neck. The more Bradley yipped, the harder Tyler got. Every now and then Tyler would reach for his mouth and steal a kiss. Bradley could feel Tyler’s erection, and having sucked his 8 inch monster cock before, he knew that something was different.
Bradley slowly pushed Tyler back on his back, and reached for his cock. He could not believe his eyes when he saw what a monstrosity Tyler had for a cock. He was now 10 inch long and an inch thicker than he usually was. Fear ran through him for an instant, unsure of whether he could take it or not, but he knew that there was no going back, that he had walked right into it.
Bradley slowly took Tyler’s cock in his mouth, taking it in about 5 inches deep into his throat, as deep as he could. He was sucking harder and harder, licking his cock from shaft to balls in a desperate attempt to please him. With the tip in his mouth, he tried pushing his tongue into the slit of Tyler’s cock as he massaged his balls. He spat on both of his hands and wrapped them around Tyler’s 10 incher, working his head up and down in sync with his hands.
Blood continued to rush into Tyler’s cock and it was throbbing hard. Tyler got up and stood on his feet, and grabbed Bradley by the hair. As Bradley tried to get up, Tyler guided his mouth back to his hard cock. He fixed the Omega in place with one hand, and held his head steady with the other. Then he forced his cock deep down into Bradley’s throat. Bradley tried to move, to gag, but he was fixed firmly in place. Tyler pulled all the way out to let the Omega breathe, then forced it back in.
As the Omega relaxed, Tyler picked up speed and
started fucking his face hard. Bradley was salivating and drooling as the 10 inch cock was forced in and out of his mouth. Then he smiled as he tasted the first drop of Tyler’s pre-cum at the back of his throat. He knew a big load was coming.
Tyler’s own head lolled back as he was about to come. His body grew tense, hard as a stone, and he pushed deep into Bradley’s mouth. Bradley’s face with pressed into Tyler’s groin, a patch of dark pubes rubbing into his face, as the 10 inch cock inside his mouth finally began shooting.
Tyler shot his load, spurt after spurt, and then began pulling out while still shooting. Bradley noticed how Tyler’s cum was different now. It was thicker and more viscous, and far more in quantity than before.