Alpha Werewolf Complete Set

by Marilynn Fae

  Alpha Werewolf

  Alpha Werewolf Complete Set

  Domination | Shifter | Size Difference

  Marilynn Fae

  Copyright 2019 Marilynn Fae

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. No part in this book may be reproduced, transmitted, stored, or distributed without permission of the author or publisher.

  This four-book collection features innocent young prey shifters falling prey to powerful Alpha Werewolves. Here, you will find:

  Obedient Kitten

  When Theodore's friend dies unexpectedly, he bequests him a house and everything in it. Everything includes a young cat shifter who was under Danny's protection. A cat half-shifter, the lawyer says, eyes gleaming with greed and envy.

  Cat shifters are a rare species in a world ruled by humans and werewolves. They are considered precious and protected, and a half-shift like her? Cat ears and fluffy tail curled around her body- Well, she is worth tens of millions in the black market.

  It's the only reason why Theodore has her now. Danny knows that he has no use for more money. What he does want, however, is a mate.

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  Training Hucow

  The last thing Erik expects to see when he arrives in the newly opened mandatory Shifter class that the University had just set up that week is a bound hucow being rolled into the class like a human sacrifice It's actually a fairly accurate description. Their professor thinks hucows are made to be used and is offering her just for that purpose.

  Except he's wrong. She's not a toy to be used. She's precious and most importantly, she's his and he intends to make it clear right there in front of all his classmates.

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  Abandoned Kitten

  Anna has never dealt with change well. When Anna losses her Master, she panics and shifts into her cat form, hiding in her animal mind because she doesn't have to deal with grief if she's a cat. Except nobody tells the werewolf who had been tasked with taking care of her that she's not actually a cat.

  It's not bad, being treated like an animal, though. He feeds her and pets her. Maybe she could just stay like this forever. Except she's human too and she has needs that has nothing to do with food and shelter. When she takes her human form, she surprises the Werewolf Alpha with her pale skin and cat ears and long, perfect tail.

  He thought there was something wrong with him. When he sees her shift to her human form, he intends to claim her.

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  Lost Little Rabbit

  Ally is pretty sure she's going to die. She should never have wandered away from her friend. Now, werewolves have taken interest in her and are hunting her down in broad daylight. She's a weak - and probably delicious - rabbit, so it's only a matter of time before they catch her. There are only so many places she can hide in the city.

  That doesn't stop her from running as hard as her Shifter Rabbit heart can handle in hopes of escaping. She panics and shifts into her full rabbit form, white and fluffy and absolutely useless.

  When she's captured, it's not by the werewolves who've cornered her in the first place but a strange Alpha Werewolf who's capable of shifting into a majestic wolf. She thinks he's here to save her, but he bends and lifts her up by the scruff of her neck and brings her home instead.

  Ally’s pretty sure she’s going to die.

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  This anthology contains scenes of exhibitionism and voyeurism, werewolf knotting, MFM threesome (no MM), domination & submission, dubcon, catgirl, hucow, medical examination, fisting, pet play, lactation, werewolf knotting, size difference (large male, petite female), come inflation, creampie, gangbang, and bondage.

  Look Inside Obedient Kitten

  "Danny left you with me," he says. "And I'm going to take care of you. I'll keep your safe with me, show you the world, perhaps." It sounds cliche, but he can tell he's "Would you like to come with me?" he asks again.

  "Wrii- ith you?" she echoes feebly, tongue curling around the words wrong.

  He rumbles in reply, tone still soothing, but hands gripping her tightly because she feels ready to run. "Yes. With me," he says.

  "All- all the time?" she asks, and she sounds so hopeful, the idea of spending time with another living being is so seductive that she is leaning in as she asks this, eyes shining brightly.

  He answers, "If you want."

  She blushes and nods, her eyes wide as saucers, so lovely and trusting. The scent of fear and anxiety have all but gone now, leaving behind only the sweet smell of peaches that had drawn him in earlier. "New- new Master?" she whispers.

  "If you want," he rumbles, liking the sound of the word on her tongue and the way she tilts her head, offering her neck already in submission.

  She frowns, as though the concept of choice is foreign to her. She mewls sweetly, and then leans up to rub the top of her head on his arm. "Master Teddy?" she whispers.

  "Yes, pet. If you want," he says, pausing only a moment when he hears his name on her tongue. Danny must have told her about him. Nobody else calls him Teddy. It's a silly pet-name, one that was given to him when he shredded the teddy bear that Danny had given him on his sixth birthday. He didn't like that the stuffed animal had part of his name.

  "I want-" she murmurs. "I want pets, Master Teddy," she whispers.

  His heart melts a little bit and he rubs her hair, scratching the soft fur between her ears. She's really very lovely, quiet and sweet like this. He doesn't fell any ill-intent from her, but he hadn't felt any of that when she came at him earlier either. But she had been anxious then. "Would you like to come home with me now, pet? Is there anything you'd like to bring with you?" he asks, secretly hoping there's nothing she would want to bring with her. He would very much like to buy her all the things she needs. New things. Only the best for her. Already, he is thinking of finding someone to buy her a new wardrobe, one that would fit her better.

  The dress that Danny had gotten her is nice, but it's clearly not built with a half shifter in mind. Every sway of her tail pushes the skirt up a little, revealing the soft, smooth skin of her thigh.

  "Kitten?" he prompts when she doesn't answer.

  She 'mreows' at him, purring sweetly instead of answering. He has a feeling she's not listening to him at all. Most half shifters are like this, a little too much of their animals in charge for them to be fully human.

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  Look Inside Training Hucow

  "It's not- it's not okay, Erik," she insists, voice going a little shrill with panic. "Feels- feels weird, Erik," she whimpers.

  "I know, I know," he says even though he has no fucking clue how she's feeling. She looks like she's in pain, brows furrowed together unhappily with her lower lip caught between her teeth, biting down hard enough that he can smell a hint of blood beading there. She is rocking a little on his thighs, unintentionally undulating her hips and making her look like she's riding his cock. He knows it's unintentional because she's never even had sex before.

  While he had been busy fucking his way through high school, she had been focused on getting the best results so she can so she can get a scholarship. She doesn't like how he treats sex with the same casualness when as when he's talking about going out with friends to the arcade or watching movies. He doesn't really care for the girls he fucks. It's something pleasurable and he is careful to not sleep with the same girl twice, less she thinks their relationship is more than it is... which is basically nothing. It's cruel and callous, she says, and she doesn't understand why he would want to waste time having sex with almost
strangers. She likes spending time with him just doing little things, baking and watching movies, relaxing. He doesn't tell her he would much rather fuck her exclusively because she is so innocent still. Eighteen-years-old and she's wholly uninterested in carnal pleasures.

  She is very interested now, rocking against his thighs and rubbing herself on him like she's trying to reach orgasm just like that.

  "I can make you feel better if you want," he offers, his voice going deep and gravelly.

  She licks her lips and asks in a trembling little voice, "Can you?" she asks.

  He's used to this too, helping her and making sure she has what she needs because she's so terrible at asking. He asked his parents to adopt her when they were still children and while they couldn't because they're a family of werewolves and adopting a young child who smells so good to all of them is just courting trouble.

  She's only here today because it's Christmas Eve and they had special permission to let her stay the night. She's supposed to be in her own room, door locked and sleeping peacefully.

  "Please, Erik," she cries fresh tears and he is quick to kiss them away, tasting salt on his tongue. He can't help himself after that, pushing her back until she is under him. He lick her cheeks, washing away the scent of despair and desperation clinging to her skin and replacing it with his own. "I don't- I don't understand what's happening," she whimpers, shivering underneath him with glistening, tear-filled eyes looking up at him.

  "Shh... It's alright. I've got you. Everything's going to be alright," he finds himself saying, pulling her into a hug without thinking twice. Her scent is even more potent up close and he nuzzles his nose to her bared neck, breathing in deep. She smells so, so good.

  Letting go takes him a few seconds longer than it should have, but once he manages that, he realizes it's not as easy as just him pulling away. She's clinging to him tightly too, arms wrapped around his neck. "Don't- don't let go of me, Erik?" she pleads, her voice so terribly sweet and tempting.

  He doesn't know what to do with it. "I won't ever let you go," he promises but he does untangle her arms from his and put a little distance between them despite her desperate whines. "I think you're in heat," he says quietly.

  "In heat?" she frowns.

  "Yes. You're hucow," he continues, the word heavy on his tongue.

  "A hucow?" she echoes softly. She's heard of the word before, of course. Hard not to pick up a word or two when she spends so much time in a household full of werewolves. She grimaces suddenly and he can't help but reach for her, grasping her much smaller hands in his own.

  She's cold. He wishes he could pull her closer and hold her in his arms, but she smells so tempting and he can't trust himself not to take advantage.

  "Is that- is that... bad?" she asks at length.

  "No, no," he buries his face in his hands, suddenly grateful that they're talking about this before he loses sense of himself. It's obvious she knows less than he thought. "You're- you're a shifter," he says.

  "Like you?" she asks, beaming so happily at the idea of being more like him that he can't help the twinge of arousal that travels up his spine.

  "Not like me," he answers immediately. "You're something else." Hucow is a derogatory term. She's not part cow, part human. "You exist because shifters are a dying breed. You won't be able to achieve a full shift, but to a shifter, you would smell like one of us, like any one of us,," he explains as best as he can, remembering bits and pieces of what he's learned in the books. She will be able to mate with any shifter, wolf, cat, snake, bird... and their children will take after the father. "You're um- you're reaching full sexual maturity. You're body is ready to-" he chokes on the word.

  "To?" she prompts, leaning forward with her full attention. The front of her dress falls open a little, exposing her soft breasts. He can smell the creamy scent of milk leaking from the tip of her nipples already. He looks down and ignores the growing tension in the pit of his stomach. Blood rushes to the lower region of his body. "I feel- I feel weird, Erik," she whines again, wiping away fresh tears with the back of her hand. "Achy," she whimpers.

  "Where?" he asks without looking up.

  "Here," she whispers.

  He hears the sound of her shifting on the bed, and then a surprised 'oh' when she touches herself.

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  Look Inside Abandoned Kitten

  Melissa doesn't care about propriety now. She's is half shifted, her tall frame growing even taller. She bends over and grabs her cage by the sides and breaks it apart like it's made of paper. It shatters, the fragments falling into her eyes. She closes her eyes and curls her tail around herself again.

  "What're you doing, Melissa?!" Shadow is behind her.

  Melissa ignores him and shrinks back into her form. "Darling, how long have you been in there?" she asks, her voice softer than Anna has ever heard her before. "Come here, darling. You poor thing. Come here."

  She mewls and stumbles into Melissa's open arms, shifting as she unfurls from her little corner and she hears Shadow's sharp intake of breath. He backs away, eyes wide with shock.

  "I didn't know- I didn't know she's-" he starts but Melissa's rumbling purr drowns away whatever else he has to say.

  Anna hides her face in the larger woman's bosom, finding comfort in her warmth. She feels safe here. Her arms and legs ache from being shifted for so long and it is nice to have fingers and toes again.

  "Poor baby. Are you alright? Have you had anything to eat?" Melissa sniffs and must have smelled the can of tuna that has been smeared all over the sides of the cage and on her face where she couldn't really clean herself. It's a little comforting to see her little prison now shattered in pieces all around them. Melissa swears in a foreign tongue that she can never quite catch and then, still carrying Anna like she doesn't weight a thing, turns to Shadow. "Do you have anything in the fridge?"

  Shadow nods. His eyes are locked onto her, wide and glazed over, like he can't believe what he's seeing. Anna clings to Melissa, curling her tail around herself and ears perked back, ashamed of her nudity even though she knows, logically, that she has nothing to be ashamed of. "I'm sorry. I didn't know," he says. "I thought you were just my father's cat."

  "You would know if you had read the letter he wrote for you," Melissa brushes past him. "Come now, Anna. You're too big to be carried like this."

  "Should I change back?" Anna asks. She rather likes being carried, but she's a little afraid that if she's small, she'll be caged again. She doesn't want to change back just yet.

  "No, puppet. I can't very well cook with you here, can I?" Melissa laughs and carries her to the living room. She dumps her unceremoniously in the couch. "Stay. I'll see what I have to work with." And she's off, probably making a feast out of the meager supplies in Shadow's fridge. She curls her tail around her and mouths at the tip grumpily. The couch feels nice. She kind of wants to scratch it up a little bit and she does. She sinks her claws in the edges and picks at the seams a little bit. It used to drive Master crazy when she does this, but he's gotten used to having furniture that's all sliced up and indulges her. Her eyes burn with tears but it's satisfying to see the inside of the couch. She had been staring at the back of the couch for the past several days and it had frustrated her so.

  "Anna?"

  She startles. She had forgotten about Shadow. She is a little bigger now that she's not a kitten, so she can meet his eyes, but he's still very big and imposing and she feels so much like prey. It relaxes her a little bit when she notices that he's not looking at her like he's planning to eat her with a side of fries. She quickly pulls her claws back and stop cutting into his expensive upholstery. "I'm sorry," she mumbles, curling up even more, pulling her knees up to her chest and hugging them tight. Her tail is even fluffier in this form and she can curl it all the way around her, giving her a sense of being hidden and her hair is long enough to cover her breasts. She's still a little bit embarrassed though. He doesn't know her and she doesn't think he's intereste
d in mounting her, so she shouldn't show off her lady bits like this. Master insists on clothes.

  He crinkles his forehead as though Anna was the most confusing thing he has ever come up against. "I'm really sorry, Anna," he says.

  She shrugs and looks back at her tail. Hair is beginning to gather on her tongue. She hasn't been groomed for a while and there's an itchy spot between her ears. Her gaze drops onto his large hands and she drops from the couch onto her hands and feet. She slides up to his legs and lifts her head up until she is butting his knees. "Pet me," she demands. pushing her head into his palm.

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  Look Inside Lost Little Rabbit

  "Hello there, little rabbit." The man looms in front of her, huge and terrifying. "What's a little bunny like you doing out here all alone? Don't you know it's not safe for prey like you out there?"

  "I um- I'm just here for the event," she stutters. "If you could point me in the direction of my hotel, that would be very helpful," she says, hoping her ears are properly tucked under her hair and they can't see them. Apparently city folks are weird about Shifters like her, which was why Darnell had been so wary about letting her out of the hotel.

  "Aren't you sweet?" The man sneers, looming in front of her, closing in and grabbing her wrist hard enough to hurt.

  "Please let go," she says, her heartbeat going too fast. "I- Please," she whimpers, eyes filling with tears. She can hold onto her shift easier now that she's older, but she's fast forgetting how to keep in control because she's really scared right now.

  "Why would I do that? Sweet little thing like you," he drawls, leaning in and licking a wet strip up her cheek.

  It's really gross and she pulls away, cheeks going bright red with humiliation. The other werewolves are closing in now too, trapping her between them to give her the feeling of prey being surrounded. It's terrifying. Her breath hitches and her eyes burn with tears. She wipes away the saliva on her cheek with the back of her hand. She doesn't like the he smells like cigarette smoke.