“I’m ok.. but what happened to the beta villagers?”
“The bugs? Well there were lessons to be delivered. We Bavosis teach through pain and punishment.”
“Oh no.. and Dillon?”
“That delta will get what he going to him. According to section 18 of the law of our wolves, he is guilt for meandering in beta territory without permit. He is a threat now. He is in prison and serving for the festivities for our thrall.” He said monotonously, like he was reading it off a manuscript.
“But you can’t do that!” she exclaimed.
“I know he’s a friend of yours, and that it pains you deeply, but these are our ways.” Regan said flipping his tone. It was as if there were two sides to him. “We put order above all else and uphold the rules.”
“And don’t worry about that friend of yours, the one that saved you. The fabric dealer. The guards had brought him before me and I served the final bite in his throat. That’s what happens to those who dare to strike our kind.”
Tears started falling down her porcelain cheeks.
“Look I know it’s hard for you, but I feel you. I don’t want to go through this, but everything is riding on this. I know what it’s like ok? To be part of our machine, unable to express ourselves. But this is our roles, our destiny.” He told her. For an alpha, Regan shows a lot of empathy. “Don’t worry, I know how you feel. I want you to know that you will be my queen, my red wolf and I shall protect you with all my heart, my fangs and my blood.”
Streaks of tears rolled down her chin and fell on the hard ground.
“I just don’t know anymore. I don’t want Dillon to be hurt!”
He looks at her.
“If you don’t make sure he’s safe then I’m not going to let you thrall me,” she said.
The young alpha-to-be craned his neck amused at her sudden aggression.
Express yourself. The voice of Batlhus resonated deep within her.
“How do you suppose to do that?”
“I’ll… I won’t let you imprint me!”
Scenting means the alpha would first have to sex her, imprint his scent on her. This prevents other wolves from attacking her when they reach the peak of their animal side during the full moon.
Regan thinks about this
“Ok. Dillon will be freed.” He was soon to be alpha and she was to be his queen wolf. To him that was what mattered.
“I really hope you turn to like me.”
Chapter 8
A familiar knock greeted her ears.
“Dillon!?”
“Sorry to disappoint”, he stood by the door. “It’s Regan.”
She returned to her blank expression looking out to her window.
His steps were paced heading steadily towards her. Each step was narrow, calculated, poised with dignity, as it made its way to his target, his prey, her.
Regan existed, bred, for the sole reason of ruling the territory. To rule them he first had to learn to rule her. The intricacies of imprinting of a female had been taught to him, and he had taken some of the beta females as practice before unleashing them in the arena.
It was methodical, a fire dance, to get her to respond to the aroma that his body secreted. His royal sweat on her back, as the protocol said, was the means to convey to the female of her position underneath you. Young, vibrant, he was her supposed lover. They had been both, from birth, destined to fulfill their roles in wolf society. That was their way; they shouldn’t question.
He stops a few steps away from her and started unbuttoning his shirt.
She peered at his handsome face. Again she found herself looking at his broad chest. The corrugated leanness of his flat abdomen hinted at his youthful age. His body was still firm, sleek, and slender, with its fine musculature that has not compacted. She found the moonlight delightfully revealing the hard slab of his body. A curiosity made her steal a glance at his thick hardness.
From behind he approached. Grabbing her waist, he leaned on her as they both looked outside the window. Placing his hand on her abdomen he closed the edge of his lips to her ears.
“Are you ready?”
She takes a deep breathe, and exhales in a controlled manner. She was still by the window looking sorrowfully at the valley. Acting as though she did not want him, nevertheless her body called out to him, teased by his masculine scent of arousal.
“Yes,” softly she said.
He started unbuttoning her dress. As it falls loosely on the ground, he closed his teeth around the soft pad at the bottom of her ear, while his tongue flicked the sensitive flesh. Her mouth moved, opening and closing, but no words came out.
Two large arms bore down on either side of her, caging her beneath his large chest. Moving one to the shoulder, he pinned her firmly to the edge of the window. The region between her legs began to throb, as if preparing itself for him.
Regan reached for her beautifully formed, burgeoning, naked creamy breasts. Cupping them firmly, he fondled them to his enjoyment. Resting his hips on her warm fleshy seat, he craned his lips towards her creamy mounds, and suckled on her bare tips.
His throbbing manhood grew harder, fuller, as he gently kneaded and stroked her aching breasts.
Regan reared his head. Drawing breathe, he ran a hand through her thick hair, pulling it firmly. Her back arched as her head extended beyond the window.
“Get ready.” Imperiously said Regan. Samantha obeyed by thrusting her rear generously to him. Her body ached for him.
The blunt tip of his manhood came along the drenched opening of her most tender flesh. She groaned trying to position herself better, but he firmly held his grip on her hair, keeping her in place.
“You’re incredibly tight,” he said breathing heavily. She clenched the muscles of the doorway to her femininity on his throbbing hardness.
Regan growled the deepest growl she had ever heard, and entered her fully with one deep thrust, expanding his fullness deep in her doorway. A soft cry left the tips of Samantha’s mouth. His breeding had produced a worthy shaft that wobbled her inside. His member was so large that pleasure danced with pain.
The pain subsided as Regan increased his pace. Pulling her hair and her hips, he slammed his pole between the juncture of her thighs. Samantha lost herself in the rhythm of his undulating hips.
Groaning and matching his pulsating pace she felt waves of sensation cresting over her. She started slamming herself down the thickness of his rod, making a loud clapping sound that echoed from the room and into the valley. Jolts of sensation were accumulating in her tight depths.
The sensation could not be contained. Samantha cried as wave after wave released into ecstacy inside of her.
Sensing this, Regan, increased his ploughing down on her soft mounds. His growl turned harsher, and Samantha sensed he would be exploding into her.
He plunged deeply into her one last time, releasing himself in a slamming thrust of climax. She felt his pulsating seed spilling into her.
Samantha’s head collapsed on the edge of the window. Regan released his grip on her hair with his softening shaft still buried in her. He pulled her down on the ground as the moonlight entered the room to form the image of two bodies spooning.
Once the haze lifted, her thoughts returned to Regan. But he was gone now, and her duty was to her empire.
Chapter 9
The thrall dress grew moist from the tears that she shed. She kept telling herself to forget about him. She belonged to Regan now. It was her duty to be and a good lover a good mother to the empire. Stupid girl.
She was supposed to breed with the alpha. That was it. Her life was insignificant. It had no meaning. It was not hers to control. There was no meaning to it, no space for expression. She was just another part of the machine that was her empire. Her life was just a progression of colorless days.
This dress was going to be destroyed and there would be absolutely nothing she can do to save it.
A familiar knock on the door made her smile.
“Madam” Dillon entered limping.
“DILLON!” she ran to embrace him.
“Easy easy.. ribs.. cracked”
“What have they done to you?”
Dillon regained his composure. Bruise and battered, his friendly smile still shone with radiance. Her friend, the only friend she had in the wolf fortress.
“Deltas, madam wolf. We are not well received by our kind. They called me and beat me. I thought I was going to die,” he paused, “but thanks to you I didn’t.”
She remembers her agreement with Regan. She wishes she could have done the same with Balthus. The sight of Dillon had reminded her of him.
She sat down. The dress laid in from of her. As a tear drop fall again to the dress, she somberly said, “they killed him.”
“They killed who?”
“Balthus.. “
“What do you mean?”
“They killed Balthus!!!”
“Hmmm,” Dillon considered what he was about to say. “He lied to you then.”
“The lover of yours cannot easily be killed,” said Dillon as he looked at her straight in the eyes. His eyes were changed. It held a rage within. Rage for what had been done to him. “He lives. Balthus lives.”
Shock was the emotion that shot through her. Quickly her shock turned into anger. She hadn’t felt this anger at this intensity before.
“I didn’t tell you this before but Ali had told me a little secret about the beta pack.”
Her eyes lit up.
“It seems like when our people came here they failed to kill the alpha.” This information could get Dillon killed. But it doesn’t matter to him anymore.
“The alpha had been hiding ever since and all our efforts had been bent of finding their alpha, but we have largely failed.”
“It had been Regan’s bane. But it wasn’t his fault for being able to deliver the head of the local alpha. The Santas are known to be adaptable. They seem to feed of chaos and are highly reactant to change.”
Chaos of the fire she recalled them climbing to the trees.
“According to Ali, the sigma had left the shores. He became a merchant trader. Observing the empire from each its massive corners.”
She started breathing heavily.
“Regan knows about him. The Sigma. Alpha of the conquered. The Sigma is a threat to the empire. Nothing would make Regan happier than to see… your fated mate.. between his fangs”
“Balthus..” she said softly
“Balthus. The Sigma. The hunted alpha. The broken king.”
“Not sure if you are familiar with this madam, but with the Sigma on the loose, this means that Santas are actually capable of launching an assault on the empire, starting with us. If we are attacked then the other betas across the areas would be emboldened to attack our alpha clans. This tip could spark the rebellion that would spread to the heart of the empire. This could be a big threat for the Bavos empire. ”
“Then I lead them straight to him!” she panicked. “I sent him to his death.”
“They are looking for him as we speak. But.. “
“Tell me! Tell me NOW!” She rumbles with ferocity. A sudden spark of an ancient werewolf betrayed her eyes.
Dillon steps back. “Well he has his ship hidden, and will only leave the peninsula when the coast is clear.”
“My thrall!!!!!!” her eyes reddened with rage.
“Yes, that would be the most opportune time for him to leave.” Dillon said. “He’s going to leave at that time because he won’t have anything to stay for after it.”
“I’m going to see him!” she quickly responded.
She rushed to the door but when she opened she was greeted by two hulking figures.
“Get out of my way!” She exclaimed. “Reclaim! Reclaim! Reclaim!”
The guard stood there motionless.
“Will not fall for that again princhuz”
They blocked her door entrance. She tried to push them but they shoved her back to her room. They wouldn’t budge and she fell on the hard floor, desperately spent.
Chapter 10
The setting sun revealed the silhouette of the full moon that marked the night of Samantha’s thrall. Lethargically, she ate her food in her tower prison. She put her food away, half eaten venison flesh meticulously cut and portioned, and watched from her window as werewolves marched on the road to the arena.
She lost the life that had sustained her. But the memory of the Sigma Batlhus stirred something visceral in her. He was her fated-mate; her simple rebellion.
But her rebellion ended with a simple fact: her scent was given to the werewolves. If she were found she would be brought back like a pigeon in a wolf’s mouth.
That wouldn’t stop her. For the first time, she chose herself. The wolf inside of her refused to be ripped.
She carefully steps to the window ledge where birds would perch. An abrupt breeze would have prematurely ended her escape but she held firmly. Step after step she eventually reached the platform and greeted it with a welcome relief. Exhausted she lay flat on the edge peering down at the road.
On the corner was a bush. It might be enough to cushion her landing she wondered. Or it might just be a thin shrub. This was the uncertainty of life that she would find out for herself by jumping.
Not wasting time, she jumped with abandon.
As she regained her feet, feeling the hard road, she was thankful that she was alive. The pack marched close to her as she hid in the bushes. It made her feel feral. Like a hunter, bush after bush, she made her way to the gateway by darting unseen to one corner to the next.
She saw two different guards stationed in the gateway. Her instincts kicked in. The bridge had a small canal underneath it. She could use this canal to bypass the guards she thought. Stealthily, she darted to the edge of the canal.
She lunged in the water barely making a sound. The frigid water knocked the wind out of her lungs. But her fingers held firmly on one side of the canal as she looked to the other side. It was barely 10 meters. However, there was a strong current that increased in the center. The canal collected water from the mountain rushed down to the sea.
It didn’t seem like she would make it, but she full-heartedly kicked off the side of the canal and lunged against the current anyways. But the current was stronger than she realized, forcing her violently downwards and sideways, away from the other side.
She thrashed against it with all her strength. Wave after wave came crashing on her with the purpose of derailing her. But she wouldn’t be ripped. She was a Bavosi. She prevails over the chaos of nature. She was a strong wolf.
Underwater, the clarity of her situation dawned on her. It was her realization that life consisted of different forces from different directions. Nobody cared that she was struggling to stay alive, she had to choose herself for she was the steward of her life.
Swimming against the current in a desperate struggle to keep alive, with reward coming only if one is able to make it across. The current kept forcing her sideways and downwards but she kept kicking hoping to make it across. She closed her eyes and kept lunging her body.
She hit solid ground.
She made it to the other side. Exhausted she pulled her body up and rested with her feet still dangling in the water. Gasping for air she suddenly heard a low growl.
“Luk at What We have here.”
Horrified. She realized the water had washed away the potion and the two guards had smelled her as she came up the canal.
Chapter 11
The full moon had peaked behind the mountain. The wolf fortress casted its shadow down the rock mountain side, beyond the wall, across the valley and into the sea. Six hundred eyes in the arena watched the podium waiting to see her creation ripped away from her.
Samantha sighed as she looked at herself in a thrall outfit. The tears of her eyes had dried leaving them puffy and painful.
Wearing the scarf Remus had given her, she looked out the window to the eerie moonligh
t as it shone across the valley and into the sea. She wanted to be in the sea with him embarking on an adventure.
Was she foolish? To have fallen for a werewolf like Balthus?
Maybe she was not meant for anything else other than living an uninspired life inside the wall of the empire. With her only duty raising werepups so that they may hunt down the likes of those she truly loved.
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