10 comments/ 15821 views/ 28 favorites Appel du Loup By: BustyBlonde1 "Here's your burger with onion rings, sir, and another iced tea. Is there anything else you need?" I asked. "No thanks, miss, that'll be all," the man said without a glance in my general direction. Asshole. I nodded and walked back behind the counter of the diner, planting myself behind the fan. In the summer, Mississppi heat gets really old, really fast. Especially when the diner you work at has no air conditioning. Already, I had most of the upper buttons on my uniform undone, revealing the spaghetti strap shirt underneath. Everyone who worked in the stuffy old diner was covered in a sheen of sweat, and I was no exception. I checked my watch and sighed, then stood to grab my backpack and books. Classes started in an hour and I needed to get going. Just as I was about to make my escape out the back door, Tom, our manager, called my name. "We've got a couple guys who just came in sitting at table five," he said gruffly. One of them is the son of the owner." "What, Angie can't get off of her skinny ass and do some work?" I asked scathingly. Or is she too busy sucking your cock in your office? The only reason Angie had kept her meager position was because she was Tom's whore. My remark didn't go over well. Tom's usual glare just intensified and he let out a short huff. "Just do it," he said as he walked back to his office. As I dropped by stuff onto the floor by the door and tied an apron around my waist, I silently cursed this awful place and everyone in it. I hated everything about the damn place. The uniforms especially. They were like a flashback to the 50's. The waitress's uniform was a canary yellow dress with a white collar and short cuffed sleeves. For shoes, we had to wear white tennis shoes with no brand visible and a pair of stupid white gloves. My dress was slightly too short for comfort and the gloves were frustratingly tight. When I walked out from behind the counter, I put on my best fake smile and prepared to speak in a sugar-sweet southern belle voice. People from this part of town were suspicious of strangers, especially Yankees. Immediately, I saw our group of customers. All of them were guys from the college I went to, including the owner's kid, Cody Greene. Sitting at the head of the table next to Cody was Matt Prange, a kid who I went to high school with and who somehow managed to go the same college as me. So much for the southern accent. The rest of the table was made up of a bunch of their cronies. "Hello and welcome to the Greene Diner. My name is Haleigh and what can I get you all to drink?" I asked politely, nervously shifting my feet. It was hard not to notice the way a couple of the guys were checking me out, especially Matt. Not that I wasn't flattered, but it was slightly unnerving. Matt flashed me a roguish grin and the increased speed of my heartbeat made me want to sink through the floor. As if he could hear my thoughts, Matt's grin just got wider. I practically jumped when I felt a little moisture pool in my panties. What the hell? "Hm, I think I'll have a Coors Light," Cody said. "In fact, I think everyone here wants one, right guys?" Everyone at the table nodded in agreement. "Alright then." My voice cracked a little. Get it together, Christ. "I'll get those right out." I practically ran back to the kitchen. I came back a few minutes later with at least eight beers on one tray. "Are you guys ready to order?" I asked, trying to avoid looking at any of their faces. Damn Angie and her sugar daddy. Everyone ordered a dish that was mostly made up of meat. Burgers, steak, pork, you name it. Thankfully, I didn't need to interact with them any more other than to bring out a new beer. They paid and left without incident. I left the table for Angie to clean up as I headed out the door, cursing the entire way. Now I only had twenty minutes to get to class and almost no time to get dressed. I got into my car and rushed to the lecture hall at Ole Miss, quickly slipping out of the waitress uniform and slipping on a pair of jean shorts. After the lecture, I drove back to the dorm I shared with a girl named Shelly. Shelly was a sweet little thing from Louisiana and was gone most nights to stay with her boyfriend, Joe. It was fine with me. At least I got some privacy to do homework and wasn't pestered to go to every party on the block. My roommate was a little notorious for getting drop-dead drunk at most parties she went to. I only went to one frat party with her and learned my lesson the hard way. As I was getting out of my car, I saw someone stop next to me. "Hey Eric," I said, smiling thinly. Eric had spiked one of my drinks at a frat party his house hosted and had tried to take me up to his room for a little 'private time.' Luckily, one of my other friends, Grace, noticed and intervened. She drove me home and told me what had happened while I nursed a killer hangover in the morning. Ever since, Eric had been trying to get me alone with him. "Hey Hales." I winced at the nickname. "Wanna come with and grab a drink? I promise I'll behave myself." He already reeked of alcohol and was swaying a little on his feet. "No thanks Eric. I'm pretty tired. Maybe another time," I said as I skirted around him. I flinched when I heard him chuckle. "Maybe sooner than you think," he slurred out as he stumbled away. I shuddered at the cryptic remark and hurried up to my room. I tried to forget the bone-chilling moment by stripping down and locking myself in the bathroom with the intent for a nice, hot bubble bath. When I passed my reflection, I paused to look at myself for a minute. At 5'6", I was a little shorter than most girls around campus. However, I thought I made up for it with my curves. As a teenager, I had been self-conscious about them and thought that I looked fat and chunky. When I started getting older, I started realizing that I should be proud of them. I was very athletic throughout my life and maintained that currently. My entire body was muscular from being on the swim team in high school and doing all sorts of extracurricular activities. I had grown my hair down to just at my shoulder blades and preferred to let it curl naturally rather than straiten it. My breasts had grown to be a respectable C-cup and my ass had a toned look to it that I was proud of. Smiling at my reflection, I stepped into the warm water and moaned in appreciation. I must have fallen asleep, because I woke up to banging on the door and lukewarm water around me. I jumped out of the tub and wrapped myself in a towel. "Coming!" I shouted to the banging. Shelly must have forgotten her key. The banging continued and I rolled my eyes. "Christ Shelly, Im coming," I shouted, storming out of the bathroom and jerking the door open. The next thing I knew Eric was in front of me, holding a piece of cloth over my mouth. Instantly, the world started to fade. "That's it, little bitch," I heard a voice say as I blacked out. ****** When I managed to open my heavy eyelids, I saw that I was in a van. A moving van. As I started to wake up more, I realized that my hands and feet were tied together. I started to panic and began to struggle when someone spoke. "Don't even try it. We've got you safe and secure," a cold voice said from somewhere in front of me. I whimpered in alarm and pressed myself further against the metal grate door. My eyes adjusted to the darkness and I saw Eric driving the truck. Someone else was in the passenger seat and two other guys were in the back with me. I let out another whimper and they all chuckled. "Don' you worry yourself a lick, darlin'," Eric said, leering back at me. "We're just gonna have a little bit of fun." As soon as the words left his mouth, there was a loud bang and the van veered to the side. I let out a scream as I was tossed forward. Everything went fuzzy when I hit my head on something hard. All I could register was lots of growling and snarling. The door was ripped off of the side of the van and Cody suddenly stepped inside. He tossed a couple of my tormentors out and jumped after them, a snarl ripping out of his mouth. Wait, a snarl? Before I could process this, Matt suddenly leapt in after Cody. His eyes were glowing a yellow-gold color and I could have sworn his canines looked incredibly sharp. He grabbed Eric and tossed him out with the others, then looked down at me. I screamed in alarm and tried to crawl backward, away from this terrifying new Matt. "Haleigh," he said softly. I shivered at the sound of his voice and was completely shocked to feel arousal pool in my panties. After nearly getting raped by Eric, I wanted to have sex with someone who was practically a complete stranger? Admittedly, a very hot stranger. Matt had light brown hair that he sometimes styled in a short, mohawk-like style. Usually his eyes were hazel and his teeth strait and white. I had almost memorized the lean muscles in his arms in my high school fantasies and practically drooled whenever he was running shirtless down the street. He had one ear pierced (like Cody and a few of his cronies) and was at least 6'3. He reached out for me and suddenly I felt overwhelmed. Screaming started outside and I couldn't take it. I passed out. Appel du Loup Ch. 02 I drifted in and out of consciousness repeatedly. The first time I blearily could see that I was in the back of a limo with a warm arm around me and a huge arm across my shoulders before I went back under. The second time I felt myself being carried and started to struggle before a voice made of satin soothed me and I drifted back to sleep yet again. The darkness was like a protective blanket, a shield against the horrors of the outside. Finally, I managed to fight my way back awake, shaking the bleariness out of my eyes as I took in my surroundings. I stretched languidly in bed and relished the feeling of silk sheets against my skin. All of a sudden I didn't need to fight off sleep anymore, because I didn't own silk sheets. Sitting up suddenly, I took in the room around me. Maroon curtains with cream threading covered what seemed to be huge windows on one side of the bedroom. Across from me were mahogany double doors with swirling designs covering them and gold french handles. The bed was the same wood as the doors, with a maroon canopy and gold edging. The sheets and comforter were the same color as the canopy. The headboard had a design of two wolves howling to a moon above them, surround by a forest. A single door was in the far corner, and another one was on the wall just inside of the bathroom. The wall to my left had glass doors leading to what looked like the bathroom. Just as I started to really panic, I heard male voices outside the door. Oh, God, Eric. That did it. I slipped out of the rich bed, not failing to notice that I wore a shirt far too big for my build and a pair of oversized sweats. I quietly walked across the thick carpet to the curtains, pulling them aside to reveal a balcony. I smiled in triumph as I quickly, but quietly, pulled aside the curtains and opened the door. Just as I began to take a step outside, I felt something wrap around my waist as I was yanked back into the room. I screamed in surprise and fought wildly, kicking out and biting at my tormentor. Soon I felt myself pulled against a broad chest and muscular arms wrap around me, restraining me. With another scream tears ran down my cheeks. "Please," I begged. "Don't hurt me, please! I'll give you anything you want." I felt the man behind me shushing in my ear, trying to calm me. I slowly stopped my struggles, and instead of crying I whimpered softly as my captor whispered soothingly in my ear. I sank to my knees and he followed me down, rocking me back and forth as I slowly composed myself. "Easy, sweet," he murmured. I shuddered when I felt his 5 o'clock shadow rub against my cheek. "I'm going to let go of you now, but you have to promise to not scream or run. Understand?" I nodded slowly and took deep, calming breaths as he unwrapped his arms from around me. I slowly turned to face him, then gasped at the familiar face. Matt. It was Matt Prange himself. My shock must have shown on my face, because he got that roguish smirk again and brushed a hand across my cheek. I narrowed my eyes as I fought the urge to lean into the caress. Suddenly, my stomach growled loudly and I cringed with embarrassment. Matt laughed at the sound and stood abruptly, startling me. He offered me his hand with a humored smile on his face. "Come on Haleigh, I'll get you some food and we'll talk," he said. I shook my head and scooted away on my ass until I hit the wall with my back. That didn't make Matt very happy. His eyes narrowed and his lip curled slightly. The black tank top he was wearing showed that the muscles in his arms were tensed. Instead of fear, though, I oddly felt indignant about the way he was looking at me like I was a meal. "Problem?" I asked with venom in my voice. After what had happened last night, I was sick of being afraid. I was sick of being the victim. Though, I wasn't stupid enough to not recognize the threat. When I stood up, I pressed as far against the wall as I could. Matt stalked forward and placed each hand on either side of my head, then leaned forward. HIs forehead almost touched mine as his hazel eyes looked into my blue ones. I could smell him with each breath I took, and the way his broad chest tapered down to his narrow hips practically made me drool through my anger. He had dog tags on and tucked under his shirt. He smelled like the forest and a little bit of cologne...and all male. I was suddenly aware that I didn't have on any panties on under my sweats. Matt took a deep breath through the nose and a small look of amusement cut though the anger on his face. "You'll do perfectly," he purred, and then I was airborne. I landed with an audible 'Oof' on the bed and before I could sit up Matt was on top of me. He pinned my hands to the bed beside my head when I tried to shove him off and chuckled. His canines looked sharp again like they did the other night, and his eyes had gold flecks in them. When my mouth opened to scream he quickly covered it with his own, replacing my scream with a moan. When he broke the kiss, we were both panting. "Of course, I can't have someone who hasn't submitted to me join. Especially not you," he whispered in my ear. "What...what do you mean?" I asked breathlessly. Matt was kissing and nipping his was down my neck as I tried my hardest to ignore the increasing heat between my thighs. Matt took another deep breath through his nose and moaned, nuzzling my neck. "You are mine, Haleigh. You always were and will always be mine," he said. "And now, I'm going to make you mine. In body," he licked up my neck and I moaned at the flash of desire that coursed through my body like fire. "And soul." He released my wrists and ran his hands boldly over my body, squeezing my ass through the sweats and sucking on my earlobe. The words and questions on my lips vanished and I arched my back, pressing my breasts against his body. It felt like I was being sucked in to his trap, and I wanted to go down the rabbit hole. Matt brazenly slipped his hands under my borrowed shirt, which I would have bet my life was his, and massaged my breasts. I grew frustrated with the restricting cloth and he seemed to notice. Within a second, the shirt was ripped from my body and his mouth was sucking on one of my nipples. I gasped and tangled my fingers in his hair. He pinched and rolled my other nipple with one hand while the other squeezed my ass. He soon showed my other breast the same treatment and I moaned his name. I clawed at his tank top and wrapped my legs around him. He broke away from me and peeled off the shirt, revealing his washboard abs and broad shoulders. To put it simply, I went nuts. I leapt forward and wrapped myself around the man who had been in every one of my wet dreams since I had been seventeen. Matt laid me on the bed and kissed me viciously. "See?" he said triumphantly, ripping my pants away from my body. "You are meant to be mine." "Yes, Matt, I'm yours," I said breathlessly. He growled in response and stepped back, slipping his pants and boxers off. At the sight of him, my eyes widened and I blinked in surprise. I mean, I wasn't completely inexperienced with men, but I was still a virgin at the ripe age of twenty. Matt crawled up on the bed and pushed me onto my back gently. He rested on his forearms over me and looked into my eyes. "Are you alright, love? You seem to be a little caucus about me. Are you a virgin?" he asked teasingly, kissing the tip of my nose. I carefully wrapped my hand around his member and estimated about eight and a half inches. With wide eyes I looked at Matt and my breathing started to pick up. If he even fit, it would hurt. A lot. Matt hushed my rising panic and kissed me passionately. He rubbed my belly in soothing circles with his calloused hands. "Relax, love. I'll make sure it feels wonderful," he murmured in my ear. His hand trailed from my belly to the juncture between my legs and I closed my eyes when he slipped a finger inside of my tight sheath. He slowly fucked me with it before adding a second finger. Soon, I was humping his hand and moaning as I neared release. When I looked at him, I saw bright gold eyes and his canines looked extremely sharp. However I wasn't afraid. I welcomed it. I loved this strange, mysterious part of Matt and it turned me on immensely. Right as I neared my climax, Matt slipped his fingers away. I cried out in frustration and he settled himself over me, wrapping his fingers in mine. "This will hurt Haleigh," he ground out as he pressed the head of his cock against the entrance to my pussy. "I can't stop now." I nodded and wrapped my legs around his waist. He smiled and stroked my blonde curls before guiding himself inside of me inch by inch. To be honest, it hurt like hell. He was only about three inches in before he hit my hymen. I closed my eyes tightly and braced myself for what I knew was going to happen. With a hard thrust, Matt slammed his hips into mine and tore right through the fragile barrier. I screamed into his shoulder and he didn't move a muscle as I slowly adjusted to him inside of me. It felt like I was about to explode, I was so full. Matt's pubic bone was rested against mine and as the pain faded I ground against him slightly. With a feral growl, Matt pulled out slightly and slowly began to slide in and out of my tight pussy. Every move sent waves of pleasure and it felt like being split in two with his harder thrusts. I was soon meeting his thrusts and he sat up. He flipped me onto my stomach and before I could move away he had grabbed ahold of my hips and I felt him licking my pussy from behind, sucking on my clit and fucking me with two fingers. It was heaven. When I felt him stop, I moaned my disapproval and he chuckled. Then, he started fucking me from behind. The position was brutal and I had to spread my legs wider to accommodate him. Soon he was slamming into my quickly and I was climbing toward climax yet again. I kept begging him not to stop and he reached forward to massage my breasts with one and and rub my clit with the other. Just as my orgasm ripped through me, I felt Matt sink those incredibly sharp teeth into the skin where my shoulder met my neck. The pain only added to the pleasure and I screamed his name as blood dripped onto the sheets under me. Matt practically roared when he came only seconds later, slamming his hips into mine for the final time as his cock expanded then exploded inside of me. I was so sensitive I could feel every vein, every twitch and every splash of come inside of me. Without pulling out, Matt laid beside me and spooned me against him as he pet my hair. We both fell asleep exhausted and I couldn't think about anything but the man who now had me. Appel du Loup Ch. 03 I dreamed while I was asleep. I dreamed that I was a bird, witnessing my life from afar. I saw a fifteen-year-old girl dressed in black at her parents' funeral. Her hair was short and curly, and her eyes had dark circles beneath them. A boy walked up to her and said a few words. When she looked at him, there was nothing in her eyes save two emotions. Grief, of course, and something that promised danger. Like a child looking into the eyes of a rabid dog. Without saying anything to the boy, the girl walked away and got into a silver Mercedes Benz. Suddenly I was flying, trees and sky blurring together and the wind roaring in my ears. When I saw the girl again, she was older. Her curly hair was longer. The air was muggy and hot, and she wore only a tank top, jean cutoffs and workbooks. In one hand she held a bucket full of feed and in the other she held an empty canvas satchel. She walked into a large barn that was a couple hundred meters from a giant plantation house. After dumping the feed into a trough in front of a large, brown horse. Before the horse could start feeding, she stuck her hand into the grain and pulled out a wad of cash, then a bag of sunflower seeds. "Later, Buster," she said to the horse, then went to the corner of the barn and yanked off a tarp that covered a shiny motorcycle. She went to the other end of the barn and pulled out clothes and more money from a pile of hay. I suddenly recognized this scene. This was when I ran away from my grandmother's home. I was only eighteen, but had stolen money from the rich old hag and worked many different jobs to get the supplies I'd needed. The girl looked around and stuffed the objects into the satchel. She took the sunglasses that were perched on her head and put them on. She walked over to the bike and kicked it into gear. The machine roared to life and she sped out of the barn, down the gravel road leading to the front gate of the plantation. There was shouting and the girl looked behind her and saw an old woman with a cane screeching at her from the front porch and a mean-looking young man running after her. The girl let out a cruel laugh as she sped away in a cloud of dust. The girl went into town and stopped at an old cafe on a corner. Once inside, she went to another girl behind the counter. "Alright Anna, it's done," the old me said to the other girl. Anna squealed and threw her arms around the old me. "God, I am so proud of you, Haleigh! You're runnin' off to go to college!" she said. Tears were flowing down her cheeks. "You can be someone. Someone bigger than this goddamn hellhole." "Oh, Anna, you know I'll visit you when I can. Don't cry." The old me let go and squeezed the other girl's shoulders. "I'll miss you so much, though." After a quick goodbye the old me was on the road again. The dream began to fade as I slowly woke, shaken by the sudden and odd flashback. I once again found myself to be alone in the bed. This time, however, there was a sharp soreness from between my legs and my muscles ached all over. The curtains were open and morning sunlight spilled into the room, lighting it with gold. My heart started to beat faster as I the events of the past day came back to me and I buried my face in my hands, then fisted them in my hair. I'd never felt so angry. So... used. I also felt dirty and sweaty and with a grimace stood to take a shower. Shame and embarrassment colored my cheeks when the remnants of Matt's 'visit' ran down my leg. I quickly walked to the bathroom and paused at the extravagance of it. The actual room was in the shape of a circle. Tall windows circled almost the entire room and had white, gauzy curtains that were swept gracefully to the side. Mirrors with gold frames stood against the wall between the windows. The floor was a maroon-colored marble with gold-colored marble around the edge. In the middle of the room, a huge jacuzzi grew out of the marble floor. A shower took up the entire far wall and two vanities curving along the rest of the wall. I looked through a wooden door and and wasn't surprised to see a toilet inside. As I passed by my reflection in on of the mirrors and gasped in horror. Bruises in the shapes of finger marks decorated my hips and waist, and my nipples looked red and swollen. My hair was a tangled mess on top of my head and a purple bruise graced my right cheekbone. The worst was a bite mark where my shoulder met my neck. What was odd about it was the places where the canine teeth broke the skin were deeper than I would have imagined them to be. I shook my head at the thought and jumped into the shower, then turned the water to boiling hot. Even after scrubbing my skin raw, I couldn't get the smell of Matt out of my mind. I sighed in frustration and stepped directly under the spray and closed my eyes as water cascaded over my face. My thoughts began to drift toward the sex I had with Matt. I couldn't understand it. One minute I'm scared out of my mind from almost getting raped, then scared shitless after waking up in a strange room in strange cloths and all of a sudden I'm having sex with a man I barely knew. What the fuck was wrong with me? My thoughts were interrupted when I felt arms wrap around my waist and my back pulled against a muscular chest. I screamed and sputtered, lashing out with my eyes still closed. When I opened them, Matt himself was standing in front of my in a t-shirt and jeans getting soaked by the shower spray. Anger grew inside of my and I started screaming at him, calling him every bad name I knew as I shoved at him. Matt's eyes widened and he backed out of the shower, but I wasn't finished and I was still pissed off. Granted it was at myself, but I had plenty of reasons to want to kick his ass. I followed him out while still hurling insults and threats at him as I slapped at his head and chest. I foolishly ignored the growing irritation in his eyes in response to my tirade. "... and what the fuck? What is your goddamn problem you piece of shit? You are one audacious son of a bitch. How dare you? I almost get raped and the next day you make me have sex with you?" I railed as I reached up to slap him on the side of the head. With one of those feral growls he grabbed both of my wrists in one hand and pulled me forward. When I realized I was still butt naked and dripping water, I grew even angrier, but also a little afraid. Matt could wipe the floor with me. Before I could continue with my insults, Matt cut me off with the look he gave me. His eyes were swirling with gold and I felt lightheaded at the sight. "What the hell are you?" I whispered, pulling weakly at my wrists to get away. Matt backed me up against the glass wall of the shower and looked me directly in my eyes. He had shaved recently and his skin looked soft and smooth. "That's quite a vocabulary, hun. I wonder who taught you to speak that way," he said casually, using his free hand to caress the side of my face. I flinched at the intimate gesture. "Now, I may be an audacious son of a bitch, but you didn't exactly protest much in bed. As I remember it, you were screaming for more." My face must have been the color of a tomato. "You have no right-" I was cut of by a terrifying growl that emanated from Matt's chest. "I have every right!" he roared, whirling me around and pinning me to the floor beneath him. He pinned my hands above my head and I screamed in terror. I was completely shocked when he gently caressed the bite mark he left on my shoulder. "This marks you as mine." I was panting with fear and I could feel Matt's heartbeat through his chest. "I don't understand," I said quietly. "You're insane." Matt's eyes narrowed and he stood, pulling me up with him. "Get dressed and meet me outside of the room. I'll explain everything at dinner," he said. He caressed my cheek and kissed my forehead before he left. I was freaked out by the oddness of Matt's behavior. He acted as if he owned me. I looked around the room and saw the clothes he had laid out for me. Another oversized shirt and a pair of sweats yet again. I exited the bathroom carefully and walked over to the extravagant double doors left open by Matt. On the other side was a living room area. A extravagant couch and a couple chairs were in the corner facing a large flatscreen on top of a fireplace. A fur rug was placed in front of the fireplace. On the other side of the room were floor length windows with the same gauzy white curtains as the bathroom. The couch and chairs were made of leather and the floors were hardwood. An open doorway led to what seemed to be a small kitchenette and a set of wooden doors with glass windows led to an office. Another pair of carved mahogany doors much like the ones that led to the bedroom were closed in the corner to my left. Matt stood by the fireplace with his arms crossed, looking imposing. I slowly walked over until I stood behind the couch facing him. With a sigh, he gestured for me to sit down. "This will take a while," was all he said as he sat in one of the chairs. I sat down on the far corner of the couch and eyed him warily. "Well then, you'd better get talking," I said quietly. Matt smiled and leaned back in the chair. "My family originally came from the forests of northern France as far back as we can tell. Back then, they were known as warriors, defenders of several cities from supernatural threats. Vampires, Werewolves, etc. However, the story is that a man named Jaquise Robespierre was bitten by a werewolf during a hunt. Rather than killed, his father banished him and forbade his son from returning unless he wished death upon himself. Robespierre wandered through France until the full moon. He experienced his first shift alone in the dark. He didn't change back to his human form until a few weeks later. Naked and shivering in the woods, he was found by Émile Antoine, wife of Pierre Antoine. Pierre was a Beta of the Antoine pack and the youngest brother of the Alpha, Louis Antoine. Soon, he was initiated into the pack and made a Beta. A couple hundred years later when Pierre's grandson reached manhood, chaos struck the pack. "Their Alpha died with no heir named and fighting broke out about who should be the next leader. When the pack split apart and the dangerous rogues were killed, Pierre's grandson and what remained of the pack fled to the new world in search of peace. As per tradition, the pack's name changed with the new leader. They were named and are now currently known as the Prange Pack. Pierre's grandson gained more and more members as the pack grew more powerful. Pierre's grandson died in a battle with rogues and his daughter, Marianne inherited the pack. She never found a true mate, but she had one daughter named Jacqueline and three sons named Andre, Mattieu and Benjamin. Benjamin and Andre died at a young age during a raid on the den and Mattieu was named heir to the Prange pack. Marianne retired and became a pack elder and left the pack to be ruled by her son. After only twenty-five years of his rule at the age of seventy-one, Matthieu became known as the Werewolf King of North America and the Warrior King of western civilization. Where as most alpha males find a mate within the first fifty years of their rule, Matthieu remained alone. He gave up on finding a mate and planned to name his first Beta's son, Nathan, as heir before he caught the scent of a certain young woman in an old Mississippi diner a couple days ago. He followed her though out the day, planning on how he was going to make his move when she was abducted near her apartment building by another male." I started to hyperventilate as I realized where this was going. My knuckles were white from gripping the couch and I was stiff as a board. Matt really was insane. "Matthieu followed the van that carried his captured human mate and attacked it with a few members of his pack. The man and his accomplices were slaughtered for their challenge to Matthieu and their audacity as to kidnap any female that was helpless and vulnerable." "But I went to high school with you for two years," I interrupted, challenging him. "How did you not notice that I was your 'mate' back then?" "A female doesn't fully mature until she is twenty years old in order to have the best chances of success for having pups," Matt said causally, drumming his fingers on the arm of the chair. "So, basically, you're saying that you are a mythical nightmare that isn't a myth and is a killer wolf whenever there is a full moon? You belong in an insane asylum." I said looking at him with wide eyes. Matt only chuckled. "Not exactly. We can change whenever we feel like it. Actually, if we don't change often we would go insane and the wolf would take over, making us go rogue. But, since you obviously need proof, I will show you. Even though the mating mark on your shoulder should be enough," Matt said, then stood and took off his shirt. When he started unbuttoning his pants, I jumped up from the couch and backed away. "Whoah buddy, I'm not in for a strip show. So, just....put your shit away and take me home," I said quickly. Matt only laughed and pulled down his pants and underwear. Naked as the day he was born, Matt actually began to change. His legs lengthened and grew black hair. A snout started to grow from his face as well as ears and fangs replaced the strait, white teeth in his mouth. With a few pops and a growl, a black wolf the size of a small horse stood in front of me. I was too shocked to do anything but stand there with my mouth hanging open. Matt was a wolf. Matt was a freaking wolf. Well...shit.