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Beta Bait

By: MistressRum_Cocoa



June nudged Yellena, "Come on! Just go! You know we could win that money if you just join the damn contest!"

Yellana looked around the establishment. It was a relatively full house, Cha-Cha's Chance Room was a pretty booming spot for night life on weekends. It was a club that hosted events a few times a month, so very often customers got more than just excellent dance music. Tonight they were having a dance contest and the winner got a thousand dollars plus a second appearance at one of the posh upscale clubs. While it sounded all swell and good June and Yellena were not there for that. Yellena was on a mission.

"I don't think so, June. I'm not here to salsa. I just want to have a good time." Yellena fidgeted with the clasp of her purse.

"Psh! What you got to lose? You've been dancing since you were four!" June egged on. Apparently, June hadn't gotten the message. It wasn't about the dance. Yellena turned away from the stage and walked back to the bar, June on her heels.

"I'll think about it, June, just not right now." Yellena was feeling flighty and nervous. Despite what her friend thought it wasn't because of the crowd or the dancers that she was nervous. There was some other kind of tension in the crowd directed toward her and it was a familiar feeling. For the life of her, Yellena couldn't pick out the culprit who directed his attentions toward her. Normally she was really good at this; being raised by werewolves taught one the subtleties of a changing crowd. Yellena quit dancing with this particularly pushy guy who kept trying to get his hand up her skirt. After slapping his hand and pushing him away she meandered her way through the crowd. Upon reaching the bar she was greeted by one of her father's pack members. She flagged the bartender over and ordered herself a drink. It was her first one for the night, June was already on her third and flirting furiously with a guy for a fourth.

Yellena just couldn't get with that, not in the least. She slid onto a recently vacant stool and greeted the man who gave it to her. James was one of her father's Betas. She shrugged her blazer off her shoulders. The mini-dress she wore was a cowl neck made to purposely fall right between her cleavage. It came in gently to hug the hips and the back was embroidered. Twirling her dark brown dreadlocked hair in one hand, she brought it over her shoulder, exposing the back of her neck and shoulder, her blemish free copper-brown skin glowed under the bar light.

Samuel had spotted and recognized the female from the moment she stood by the stage. Yellena St. James was her name and she was the adopted daughter of the Alpha who ran the Northeast territories. Adopted by default because she was left at Alpha Henri's estate gate. It was perfect timing from what he heard and no one ever came forward to claim her. Samuel had only seen her a handful of times in various stages of her life, from the girl of two who defiantly stomped on his foot when he opposed her father in a meeting. Everyone knew she was hiding under the table but if Alpha Henri wasn't going to mention it the rest would follow; until she kicked Samuel that is. He smiled at the thought.

Yellena was leggy, about 5'7 in height, copper-brown skin dotted with freckles. She wasn't really curvaceous, but those supple limbs were deceptive. She had a dancer's body and therefore strong enough to give any werewolf stepping out of line a good right hook. The last time he saw her she was maybe fourteen or fifteen, maybe. She must be about twenty-four now. He thought. Samuel had heard she was a force to be reckoned with. Quick to speak her mind, determined to get what she wanted, but absolutely fun-loving. But something seemed to have her distracted tonight.

Truth was he wasn't planning on coming out tonight but a former co-worker and pack member encouraged him. Samuel wasn't the partying type but every one in a while he went out to socialize- and get laid- outside of the pack. From the moment Yelena had walked in and he spotted her, his instinct to protect kicked in. She was one of their own. It wouldn't be very gentlemanly to have his host's daughter harmed in anyway. Of course, Yellena had been too preoccupied with her friend to notice him watching her. They were having a conversation about something and she kept shaking her head. There was too much noise in the club for him to pick out a single word of their conversation. Samuel had no doubt her friend was trying to talk her into dancing in the contest. He watched as the two girls danced with various guys and growled as she had to push away a particularly pushy guy. When the two girls separated Samuel knew it was his time to make his move.

He crossed the floor with ease plopping himself down on a bar seat and waited. James, his co-worker had been sitting next to him. The two were pretending to discuss other things but when she approached the bar, James got up and winked at Samuel.

"James..." Yella paused, smirking upon recognizing the man. "Not here to keep an eye on me I hope?"

"Come now, darling!" James kissed her on each cheek, "You're old enough to have more than a bit of naughty fun."

Yellena laughed and took James's seat.

Samuel watched her from the corner of his eye, sipped his own drink. He noted her movements were graceful and practiced as she raised her hand and out of thin air the bartender was summoned to do her bidding. Samuel smiled; she seemed to have some sort of effect on people.

"Raspberry Martini, please. Olive on the side." She smirked playfully at the bartender. Immediately the bartender got to work making the martini, then placed it in front of her. "Thank you."

She took out her wallet to pay but a card slid across the bar, "I'll be paying for any of the lady's drinks tonight."

Yellena's hazel eyes looked up at Samuel's honey-brown ones, his slacks seemed to tighten a little. It was strange, even when he saw her at fourteen he never felt compelled to win a place in her heart like so many others.

"Nice try, Mister." She slid his card back at him and handed the bartender her cash. He wondered if she recognized him at all.

Samuel grinned, "I had a feeling that wouldn't work."

"Clearly it did to an extent. You have my attention." She smiled at him, turning in her seat to face him. She crossed her legs and tilted her head to the side, "To what do I owe to gain the merit of your drink. You know, I'm not as easy as I look."

"Looking pretty has little to do with chemistry." Samuel scratched the scruff on his chin.

"Ah..." Yellena exaggerated and sipped her drink.

"Beautiful to be exact. Every pick up line that comes to mind seems to wither in the face of your... goddess-like aura!"

Yellena burst out laughing, "Laying it on strong, aren't you, Mr. Alvarez?"

"So you do remember me." Samuel chuckled, "Something had to make you drop your guard! And we've known each other long enough for you to call me Samuel."

"Certainly, you've always had a way with words." She said giggling still, "I cannot believe you! 'Goddess-like?' Please promise me you won't ever use that on any woman again."

"Only if you let me buy you a drink then it is a done deal. No more cheesy pick-up lines." He locked eyes with Yellena again, she smiled at him over the top of her martini glass. Looking away she then swirled one finger over the rim of her glass and opened her mouth to speak, he cut her off, "And ginger ale doesn't count."

Yellena's smile widened. "Alright, no cheesy pick up lines and you pick up my tab for the rest of the night."

"You drive a hard bargain!" Samuel took Yellena's hand and kissed the back of it, "I would be honored!"

Yellena snorted and playfully rolled her eyes downing the rest of her drink, "None of that either!" She sipped her drink again relaxing a little. "."

"Not very romantic, are you?"

Yellena shrugged, "I've learned about that the hard way. Besides, I haven't seen you for ten years and now you want to flirt with me? That seems like motive if I ever felt one."

"You were 14, I think that would be grounds for jail!" Samuel laughed, "Hmm... too many suitors trying to win favors with daddy's little girl?"

She blushed slightly, looking down at her empty glass. He tucked a twisted-lock hair being her ear and watched the expressions on her face changed as she thought. Briefly, Samuel thought that he could get used to seeing those expressions and some.

The fact was Yellena wanted to take a gamble. For some reason Samuel Alvarez always drew her attention. The accent, the smile, his wavy raven locks, and his honey-brown eyes. She loved hearing him speak Spanish when she was present on a rare occasion. Built like a soccer player and coming in shy under 6'3, Samuel was always far too easy on the for this Yellena. Yet, he never looked at her the way he did tonight, even when she saved his life at 19. Of course he wouldn't remember that, he was barely lucid for the days he was put in her care. She was the only one he would let near her. She shook her head and ordered another drink.

"Three buttery nipples and two jaggerbombs for my friend, here." Yellena glanced at Sam then back at the bartender, then muttered too low for him to hear over the music. "Let's get together and start making some bad decisions."

By the time the bartender finished preparing the shots, Yellena pushed all but one in front of Sam.

"It's hard to get a werewolf drunk so these should go down like water for you." She smiled mischievously as he picked up one of the shots. "Oh and Samuel? It doesn't matter how many suitors. Only one suitor matters tonight just like every other night before. Cheers"

They clinked glasses and downed their drinks. When Yellena looked up at Samuel again he knew he was not going to let her leave with her friend tonight.

Two more shots later, both Yellena and Samuel were walking arm in arm to his cherry red range rover. Samuel was surprised that Yellena was quite steady on her feet and lucid. While his goal wasn't to get her wasted, her goal was certainly to do the same to him. He laughed when she said drinking games against a were always ended badly.

Now the beauty leaned against the hood of his suv. She ran her hand along the side of the paint, caressing it gently.

"You're car makes me so wet. Beautiful choice of red."

"Liar, I doubt it is the suv so much as the owner that makes you that way." He came to her side and leaned against the door. "To you it is a suv just like any other suv. Shiny and rugged."

They looked at each chuckling. "Can't blame a girl for trying."

Samuel sighed and opened the door for her. Instead of getting in, Yellena pushed him in and shut the door behind them. She climbed onto his lap, straddling him and on default Samuel's hands went to her waist. She looked down into his eyes as if searching for something. Any hesitation, any sobriety, any lust; she wanted to see it. There wasn't any. When she realized that Samuel was focused on her, Yellena then captured his lips. The kiss was sensual like someone savoring the first bite of dessert. It was as if she knew exactly what he needed at the moment. Samuel swirled his tongue against hers because while she savored, he was a thirsty man in a desert.

He growled into the kiss puling her closer to him, grinding his hard on into her crotch. Yellena broke the kiss whimpering.

"You're not the only one who can be forward." Samuel whispered in her ear and nibbled on her lobe. She leaned into his tugging and nibbling. When he licked her ear, Yellena ground her hips into his hard on. Samuel had to grab her hips to keep her seated. He didn't want to bed her here and if she kept up with this there wouldn't be much restraint for him. The scent of her arousal was already intoxicating.

"Yellena..." Her name was all he could get out before she kissed him again. He hands roamed the front of his chest and caressed his neck. When did she open his shirt? It didn't matter because she was relentless. Samuel's hands slid the dress off her shoulders, caressing her skin gently before taking each breast in hand, groping it. Yellena moaned into their kiss. His thumbs brushed against each nippled and gently tugged. She gasped and grasped his shirt. Samuel kissed along her jaw line while she rocked her hips against him. Grinning against her neck he slipped his fingers into her underwear and rubbed her clit.

"Oh, God..." Yellena pushed her bare breasts against his chest, and played with one of her nipples.

"You're an impatient one, aren't you?" Sam teased his finger against her opening. He hadn't noticed when she freed his cock until her cool fingers grasped it gently and began to stroke. Holy shit... Samuel gripped her wrist but finally began to finger her. First it was one finger gently teasing her g-spot and while it gave her pleasure, Yellena still wanted more. She bit his lip as he slipped a second finger and moaned louder. This time he gently prodded and rubbed her spot.

"More..." Yellena panted, gyrating her hips to meet his prods.

"More what? What's the magic word?" Yellena shook her head in response.

"Stubborn, aren't you?" He thrusted his fingers against her spot and she cried out. Shivering, close to climax.

"Again!" she replied.

"No, where are your manners, little one?" He grinned as he slowed.

"Please..." She whispered eager for release, "please..."

Samuel took one of her nipples in his mouth and teased it between his teeth. She gripped his hair and threw her head back in pleasure.

"Come for me, mi'jo." Samuel mumbled between sucking her nipples. He thrusted his fingers against her spot quickly and repeatedly. She was so slick that he could hear the sounds of her wetness as his fingers moved. Yellena's voice sung out as she creamed all over his hand. She laid against him panting for a few minutes before Samuel spoke.

"Yellena, we have to leave here..." Samuel whispered caressing her thighs. "I will not bed you here like some common whore, guapa."

Yellena growled. Didn't he realize that it didn't matter by now as long it was him? She nuzzled his cheek and sighed. He was right of course, it really was a sign of respect. Ever the gentleman, Samuel always was.

She smacked his hands away and grasped his jaw with one hand. "I tell you what? if you ask nicely, I'll be more than happy to pleasure you when we get back." She ground into his hard on, teasingly.

Samuel closed his eyes. There was just so much about this girl that threw him off. For one thing, he couldn't find her scent. Aside from the muskiness of her arousal, there wasn't anything else. His eyes fluttered open when he felt her stroking his cock.

"You're not asking..." she teased

"Wolves don't ask, they take." He retorted gruffly.

"Then i'd best be on my way." She slid off of him but he grabbed her midway.

"Okay-"

"Nope!" Yellena cut him off. "If you ask right now with me about to leave, you sound desperate, old man." She climbed out of his truck and stood in the open doorway. "And I will seem like a slut. You're a gentleman, Sammie, stay that way."

With that Yellena left him to his own devices. As far as she was concerned, phase one had already begun.

Beta Bait Ch. 02



Thanks everyone for reading the first chapter. I'm sorry for all the mistakes so I've gotten myself an editor. Great thanks to Mococoa20022000 for editing!

I've also made a change. I decided that Yellena would be illegitimate instead of adopted.

Enjoy!

MistressRum_Cocoa

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Chapter 2

Samuel tossed restlessly in bed for an hour before kicking his covers off out of frustration. The sun was going to be up soon, and it seemed like he was not going to be a happy wolf today. He was both sleep deprived and horny. Rolling over onto his stomach, Samuel grasped the king sized pillow and pulled it under him. God, how much he regretted not dragging Yellena back with him from the club. She would have come too, or so she made it seem. It didn't matter, though. The bottom line was that now he was all alone in his bed. As soothing as the cool sheets were to his scorching skin, the fact of the matter was that it was still cold.

He rubbed up against the pillow and buried his face into it. How could he forget the way she felt on his lap? His wolf stirred from the moment she entered his line of vision in the club. Just the thought alone made his cock twitch in his pants. Those long legs would part easily for him with just the right coaxing. Samuel was raging hard now remembering the feel of her body and the warmth emanating from under that smooth copper skin.

Eyes still closed, Samuel groaned as he grinded against the pillow. There was a faint gasping sound. He slid his hand down the front of the pillow as though it were the smooth planes of her body which were soft and welcoming, just like her breasts. Those were like perfectly rounded canary melons but softer. Her breasts were a C cup but closer to a D. They fit perfectly in his hands. Moaning, he bit at the pillow where Yellena's nipples would be and teased the edge gently between his teeth. Sam could almost hear the moaning and panting that would escape her lips as he rubbed his hard on against her crotch. He imagined the way her fingers would lace their way into his hair and grip his waves firmly. . Under his tentative touch, the pillow became Yellena. Samuel slid one hand down to "Yellena's" ass and the other to her mound. There was a small, well groomed patch of dark curly hair there just trimmed enough for him to get a peek at her aroused clit. He rubbed his palm against it and heard a moan escape her lips.

God! He couldn't smell a single thing but her arousal. That arousal was exceptionally delicious. No other scent clung to her skin like a light sheen of sweat. He tasted it in her mouth and on her neck. He licked it off his fingers after she came. The scent and taste was like dark chocolate. It was delectable, like something bitter, but forbidden and hidden in his deepest of desires. Yet it was his ambrosia. Most importantly, it was primal and appealed to his wolf's senses, and therefore he was hooked. Samuel felt like he could live off of it. He would live for it and devote his life to it.

He remembered at that instance that he was straining against his skin. It took every ounce of his self-control not to take her then and there. What more could he want from her? He should have been content with just seeing her, but no. His wolf wanted more. Samuel's wolf wanted to claim that which was his.

With one thrust, Samuel firmly planted his cock in Yellena and came just as the sun peeked through the windows.

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Samuel's eyes shot open just after mid-day. He didn't need the scent in the room to tell him that he nutted in his boxers like a randy school boy, but he looked over at the pillow for good measures. At least that was in its original state from when he went to bed last night. There were no signs of it being ravaged or stained. It didn't matter anyway. What good would it have done him?

He snatched up the pillow and threw it across the room. All it did was remind him of the feelings of loneliness, to say the least. What the hell kind of dream was that? It was as though something in his subconscious mind was drawing him out of his own self-contained loneliness and pointing firmly to Yellena as the culprit for the new stirrings. What lies must he be telling himself? Yellena doesn't want him. She didn't want him last night, and he didn't want her before last night. Or did he?

Almost two centuries since being turned outside the city of Gibraltar, two dead wives, five dead children and one suicide attempt later, Samuel just couldn't understand how one woman could plant herself firmly in his mind. Samuel had spent the last 80 years of his life, since he moved to North America from Spain, as a rogue. A very well connected one to most of the packs on the east coast, but a rogue nonetheless. It was a decision that came on the heels of the death of his second wife. Samuel pressed his palms to his eyes. Packs were not for him, yet here he was, back again. Whenever things felt like it got too much, Alpha Henri St. James was always willing to take him in. The wolf was a social animal. It required affection, pack structure and extensive hunting exercise.

This was the second time in all his years that he landed on Henri's land when the depression took him. It was the second time in five years. Samuel frowned as he looked up at the ceiling. Why did he come back here? Why did he always come back here? This household was the only one that he had a pending title of Prime Beta. He was given the offer to stay when Yellena was a toddler, but he never took it. No one in this pack was strong enough, maybe apart from the alpha, to actually challenge and win a fight against Samuel. Samuel just preferred the quiet of his own mind or the lack of orders to follow. Forget starting his own pack, he preferred not to be responsible for anyone, especially since he couldn't get his own depression under control. In the last 10 years it seemed to have been coming on strong. And then five years ago... Well, if Yellena wasn't going to mention it, neither am I.

Rolling off the bed, Samuel marched over to his private bath and violently flipped the lever on the shower. Dropping his boxers and stepping in, the rainforest showerhead opened a steady stream of cool water down on Samuel's body. He hung his head, rubbed his face and ran his fingers though his hair. Lathering up the planes of his body, Samuel took his time in an effort to cool the burning desire that was just under his skin. Yellena's arousal hit him harder than it had five years ago. He couldn't understand how she was the absence of scent, but once the right buttons were pushed...

Samuel deftly tried to avoid touching himself, but it was inevitable of course. He couldn't leave his room with such a blatant display of excitement. And it would only get worse if and when he saw Yellena. Of course, she'd just grin about it. Grasping the base of his shaft, Samuel worked his way up to the head and groaned. Imagine what her lips would feel like. Those full lips would curve from a grin to forming an "o" around the head of his shaft. Samuel thrust into his hand slow and steady, rolling his hips just as he would if he were fucking her mouth.

He passed his other hand along his abs to emulate her caressing his skin, and that spurred him faster. Samuel panted as he sped up. The thought of the soft fluid motion of her lips and tongue against his ...

Bang, Bang, Bang!

The sound of someone banging on his door shocked Samuel out of his reverie. He growled letting out a string of curses. God help him!

"Sam! You gonna sleep all day or what?" James poked his head in the bedroom door. "I mean, Jesus, I know it's a Saturday man."

Samuel cut the water abruptly and stepped out the shower, slamming the stall door.

"Can't a man have a moment to himself?" Sam wrapped the towel around his waist exiting the bathroom.

"Sure thing, but not right now. Henri wants you down to review the security detail for the Super Moon Ball." James leaned against the closed door.

Samuel stood with arms folded and jaw set as he looked at James accusingly. He bet James jumped at the chance to come up and wake him. James was what you would call a "dandy" to say the least. Wait, what was it they called them these days? Metrosexuals? Either way, James was a pretty boy and a playboy. His dirty blonde hair was always well groomed atop his head, and he mainly wore suits. Today's well-tailored suit was charcoal grey and pin-striped. It matched his grey eyes. James's body was slender, like a model, and he came in just about 6 feet tall. He also was British, which helped tremendously to worm his way into the ladies' panties. Despite his ways, James was a fierce fighter. Samuel had the pleasure of being on the receiving end of a fight five years ago. James led the small party of betas to take him down when Samuel was on his rampage.

Samuel crossed the room to his closet unit and pulled out a pair of jeans and a t-shirt. He pulled out and slipped on his boxers and dropped the towel as James went on.

"I mean if you ask me, the security should be amped up to more than just the perimeter. You should have seen what Alpha Bitch Lady Beatrice wore to last year's Super Moon Ball. Christ, security should have thrown her out for such fashion faux pas."

Did he forget to mention James was a terrible gossip?

"Anyway, since this seems to be your specialty and not fashion..." James tossed back the t-shirt and pulled out a button up, tie, and vest. Samuel rolled his eyes but complied. "I think perhaps you should just stick to checking security and guarding Yellena."

"What?" Samuel stopped fumbling with his tie long enough to glare at James.

"'What, what?" James began to work on the tie nonchalantly. "You will be guarding Yellena a week from now at the ball. Unless something happened that you don't want to now."

He had a mischievous twinkle in his eyes and a faint smirk played on his lips. Of course, that's exactly what James wanted to know.

"Nothing happened. It will be no matter." Samuel turned away from James. He retrieved his socks and pushed his feet into his shoes.

"Ah! Something did happen!" James goaded, grinning widely.

Samuel merely glared at James and marched out the bedroom into the hallway. James fell into step easily, winking at one of the omegas as they passed by.

"Come on, Sam. You two left together last night but then you came back here alone smelling the sweet muskiness of -!"

"Madre de Dios! Sometimes you are worse than a woman!" Samuel growled just loud enough for the two of them to hear, stopping to face James. He poked his finger in the beta's chest. "Nothing happened!"

Samuel paused as another group of maids went by quickly.

"It would be a great disrespect to her father and to Yellena to bed her like some common whore." He hissed under his breath.

"Is that why you came back with a serious case of blue balls?" James gave Samuel a sympathetic look. "That sense of morality of yours, boy, I tell you."

Samuel threw up his hands in frustration and stalked down the stairs, toward the dining room. This was the time that most of the wolves in the household were having breakfast. Actually, Samuel was a little late for breakfast, which was usually unlike him. He absently looked down at his wrist to check the time and realized he had forgotten his watch. His shirttails were hanging out and his sleeves unbuttoned. How could he be thrown entirely off his game by just a dream?

There wasn't anything thing he could do about it now. Samuel strode into the dining room and the first scent he perceived was that dark, bittersweet scent that he'd come to know. His eyes closed instantly, and he dragged it in like an addict taking a hit of the strongest cocaine. When he opened his eyes again, they were glowing gold. The few occupants at the table were all looking at him. There wasn't a single shred of shame in his body as he crossed the dining room and stood right next to Yellena's chair. He had to side step the big gray wolf pretending to sleep at Yellena's feet.

The grey wolf was Donovan. He'd been with Yellena since she was found as an infant. However, he often stayed in wolf form since his mate was kidnapped seven years ago. Some say he went mad, but this was not the sign of a mad wolf. Just one that was heartbroken. On average, a wolf who could not function within a pack was killed, but Donovan proved otherwise by shadowing Yellena's every step while she was in house, in the open woods on the grounds or down by the rock beach. James generally took over the duty of tail when Yellena left the grounds for town or the city.

"Afternoon gentlemen and ladies." Sam bowed slightly to the alpha pair, Henri and Anya. "I apologize for being late to our impromptu meeting, Henri." He took Anya's hand and kissed it gently. Anya's pink lips curled to a polite smile at the gesture.

Yellena suppressed the urge to roll her eyes. While it was no secret she and her stepmother were not exactly on the best of terms, ever, that didn't mean that they had to express it always. But why did Samuel have to make such a gesture knowing full well how vain Anya was. Anya was a Slavic blond hair and blue-eyed petite. Her features were pinched, hair perfectly framing her face and curling under her chin. She thought she was the perfection of beauty so it was no wonder that Henri taking in his illegitimate daughter was a slap to the face. That's right, no one thought it was possible for a mated wolf to sleep outside of the bond, but Henri somehow did. It was a mystery that only two people in the pack knew about.

"Glad you can finally join us, Sleeping Beauty. I hope James gave you the kiss I sent on my behalf," spoke the alpha. Henri was of English-Romanian blood. He had olive skin and hazel eyes with dark brown hair. He was about 6feet tall and buff, though watching his languid demeanor you'd never know how fast, strong or agile he was. He smirked and waved for Samuel to take the seat next to him, across from Yellena. As he sat down, Samuel noticed that Yellena's right hand was wrapped in gauze and medical tape.

"I see you've been exhausted from your trip, Samuel." Anya said teasingly, "It is unlike you to be late. Your military practices are slipping."

"With all due respect, Dama, it was not exhaustion that had me late this morning." He smiled as he glanced around the table, eyes lingering on Yellena for a second longer. The place setting was cleared in front of Samuel and he was served a fresh meal. As he lifted his glass of orange juice, Anya gently placed her hand on his and subtly stroked it. It was a rude gesture meant to be more cunning than caring. A rude gesture that crossed the Alpha's place setting to touch another wolf. Henri and Yellena both cleared their throat at the same time.

"Like father like daughter, I see," Sam grinned. He chose not to acknowledge Anya's insult but instead reached across the table with the same hand Anya touched and gently grasped Yellena's. "I see you're back home safe, but not safe enough. When I left you last night at the club you did not have this."

Yellena tried to retract her hand, but Samuel held fast, brushing his thumb over her fingers. She looked at him suspiciously then shrugged.

"I had too much to drink and fell down." Before she could say more, Samuel unwrapped the gauze and gazed at the wound. Her knuckles were swollen and there were serrated marks traveling down the back of her hand.

"More like you punched one of those horrid popcorn walls." James waltzed in and plopped down next to Samuel.

"Or a really buff man and rebounded into a wall." Anya pursed her lips.

"Perhaps, more accurately, a wolf's jaw where your aim wasn't quite right. The teeth scraped at your flesh." Henri frowned at his only daughter.

"Close enough." Samuel looked at Yellena questioningly.

"She won't tell me anything about any of the other bruises either. Nor let any of us heal them."

"Other bruises?" Samuel's hand tightened around Yellena's fingers involuntarily. Yellena resisted the urge to flinch as her hand flexed, reopening the wound. Every wolf in the room inhaled, and it almost seemed like they were holding their breath.

"I'm sorry," Samuel fumbled. Her blood smelled absolutely intoxicating. Before he could stop himself, Samuel was lapping at the wound with his tongue. His face was only partially shifted to accommodate his wolf teeth and tongue. The thin pink tongue was smooth and soft. Yellena had not objected, in fact, she held still while Samuel worked to clean and close the wound.

Even though he knew he was overstepping boundaries, Samuel continued and risked a glance up at Yellena. It was meant to be only a glance, but the look on Yellena's face held him. Her head was tilted to the side so that her locks would slightly hide her reaction from the alpha pair. Yellena's eyes glistened with mischief, and her mouth smirked cheekily. They were having a very intimate moment at a table full of betas and the alpha pair in the middle of a meeting.

Donovan's large grey paw banging against the cutlery broke the reverie. Half his body hung over the table as he growled and looked as though he would pounce at Samuel's throat. Samuel casually released Yellena's healed hand and cleared his throat, holding his palms up in peace. Donovan seemed to calm down and eased into a sitting position.

"I apologize. I'm not sure what came over me." He showed his neck to his alpha. The sound of laughter bubbled from Henri's chest.

"My daughter has that effect on people."

"On wolves! She should be sent away to live a life of her own!" Anya snapped.

"Careful, Anya, your fangs are showing," Yellena retorted, gathering up the gauze.

"You're a liability. You would be safer among the humans," Anya continued. "And once again the Super Moon Ball returns and we must expend energy to make sure you are kept safe from our more primal instincts."

"Well, that one year she spent the Super Moon with her friends they got scooped up by vampires. It took us three days of searching different vampire covens before finding them," James chimed helpfully to Yellena's case. There were various sounds of disgust and anger throughout the room.

"Humans get enthralled all the time. Not all die!" Anya snapped. "And I trust you haven't forgotten your manners beta, or need I remind you to stay silent?" Her eyes glistened dangerously with the wolf behind them ready to appear.

Henri, who had been listening to the exchange, spoke easily.

"That's right, we had to barter for their release, and still they were reluctant to release Yellena after tasting her." He looked at his betas. "Remember the Super Moon is an even bigger celebration for vampires than it is for us. Which is why security needs to be doubled this year considering how rowdy the vampires have been getting as of late and their insistent need to pick off a wolf or two or 10 when drunk on their power."

"I won't need protecting. I probably won't even be here, Pa. Work seems to be calling more strongly these days." Her eyes glazed over as Yellena seemed to look at something only she could see.

"Well you won't be going alone this time." Henri settled again. "You're getting too close to something which is why you were attacked last night."

"I wasn't attacked, damn it! They tried to force me into a vehicle in an alley. I fought!" Yellena hissed exasperated, finally snapping out of whatever she was concentrating on.

"Oh really, now?" Henri leaned on his hand and sarcastically studied his daughter. "Now you're definitely not going anywhere alone, and even if you stay for the Super Moon you'll be guarded."




Beta Bait Ch. 02



"Excuse me, but am I 12 or 24?" Yellena groused coolly.

"It doesn't matter how old you are. You're weak as you are and not strong enough to fight for your own survival in this world!" Anya interjected, annoyed. "If she stays, it would be best if she made herself useful in the kitchens. Out of sight and out of mind. The omegas will look after her, and the guard won't be short-changed."

"No this bitch didn't just try to send me to the kitchen," Yellena rounded on her stepmother understanding the implication behind the words.

"Well in my day..." Anya smirked not finishing.

"Enough, ladies." Henri rolled his eyes looking exasperated.

Samuel cleared his throat. "I'll be sufficient to watch over Yellena."

Everyone looked at him like he had the face of a clown.

"Are you volunteering the freedom of your Super Moon celebration? All that dancing, fucking and hunting?" Anya looked at him incredulously. "If anyone needs the release, it is you, Samuel.

"Language!" Henri groused light heartedly.

"But I thought the duty was already designated to me?" Samuel looked at the alpha pair confused and then looked to James for support. The look was not lost on the table, and they all erupted in laughter including Yellena.

"It seems James pulled a fast one on you, Sammie." Yellena chuckled as she played with one of her locks. "On default it would have fallen to James, Donnie here and two of his comrades."

"I am most gracious for your generosity, Sam!" James grinned at him. Samuel gave him a withering look. He should have expected this from James. Honestly from the way James acted, you would never believe he was older than Samuel.

"Then it is settled. Samuel will accompany you." Henri smiled. "Now to discuss other matters."

That signaled the beginning of the rest of the meeting which became much more serious. After going down the list of who would be coming and where they would be staying, there was more talk of security. Every once in a while Yellena would zone out and her eyes would glaze over in concentration. Samuel was curious about that. He had seen her do it as a child as well but never intentionally.

The meeting lasted about an hour and a half. Because it wasn't considered the greatest of pack importance or strategy, Yellena was allowed to stay. Yellena looked as if she was about to burst with impatience coming toward the end as she got quieter. It was kind of like a silent fury. As soon as the meeting was done, she was on her feet and almost silently padding out the door with Donovan on her heels. It was as if the wolf knew its mistress well enough to move on cue. Yellena's movements were always so fluid, quick and silent, Samuel noted.

"There she goes again." Henri stood next to Samuel with his hands in his pockets. The Beta stood up and stretched. "I never quite get used to seeing her move in action."

"Going where?"

"Following a trace." Henri began to walk and it was clear that Samuel was to follow.

"A trace?"

"Mm..." Henri nodded his head and led them nonchalantly out the back way to the gardens. For an alpha he was surprisingly gentle with plants and had a green thumb. "It is a particular trail, like yarn, she says. You see, ever since she was young, my daughter had a knack for finding things. Then it became people. And that turned into specific people."

"Huh uh?" Samuel walked behind his alpha wondering where this was going. He always knew there was something strange about Yellena, but any wolf could pick up a scent and find someone. Ever polite, he remained silent as not to sound like a skeptic.

"She explained it to me like the red string of fate. Ever heard of that?" Henri paused by the pond, stooped and watched the koi swim around.

"No, sir." Samuel pondered, "But I'm guessing it has something to do with fate tying each and every one of us together?"

"Yeah, except the red string ties certain people together. Like someone you are meant to help in life, or become really good friends with, or lovers. So Yellena sees these relationships like strings from yarn. Depending on its conditions and distance, it would either be too strong to break or extremely weak."

"Is that what she was concentrating so hard on all this time? An invisible string?" Samuel smiled.

"I honestly reacted the same way myself when she came to me. From the moment Yellena could talk, she'd been trying to tell me about these strings." Henri groped around some pots before finally finding the fish food.

"Imagine what she could do to a whole pack. Or to mates." Samuel stared down at the pond, thinking.

"Exactly. Donovan's mate was taken in an attack, and when we tried to track her, we couldn't. Yellena kept saying she wouldn't be able to do it. At that time she was still working out what she could and couldn't do. Donovan got more distressed, angry and aggressive as more time passed. In an effort to keep him with her, Yellena snapped the cord between them and tethered Donovan to her. It worked for a while, but every time Yellena left him alone with us he became irritated and violent. As you can see he doesn't quite like others getting too touchy with Yellena either."

"You're planning on getting rid of Donovan before the Super Moon Ball without telling Yellena. He's no longer functioning in a pack. And you want me to take his place." Samuel was careful to hide his apprehension.

"At least temporarily." Henri began to walk away. "Oh and amazing display of affection at the table today, Sam. It is nice to know you've taken to her. If you ever lick my daughter like that in front of me or the others again, I'll rip your tongue out from the root."

With that Henri walked away whistling.

-_-_-_-_-_-

For the rest of the day Samuel wondered if not telling Yellena about Donovan's fate was really the right course of action. Apparently none of the other wolves thought to mention it either, so there was probably an unspoken rule against it. Or it could be that no one wanted to be in that line of fire.

While tending to the security details of updating the system and running checks, he'd made up his mind to tell her. The only issue was no one had seen Yellena since lunch. She didn't show up for dinner, nor did she turn in for bed (he waited outside her suite). The security cameras caught her leaving, but they were down half the day for updates.

Yellena had not shown up or called for two days. Everyone bustled about like it was normal, and so Samuel had no choice but to go along with the flow. The tension was unmistakable, though. There were rumors going around that maybe she heard of Donovan's execution and left because she couldn't bare the sight of it. Others were afraid she may turn up right in the middle of it.

The whole business had Sam feeling restless and uneasy, even in sleep. On the second night he snored heavily after fighting to get some rest. Yellena snuck into Samuel's room easily by pushing against his wardrobe. The house her father built was old, and it had quite a few secret passageways the omegas used when they needed to be quick and silent. After spending much of her childhood without many children around, she knew exactly which path led where.

It was a rather warm spring night, so she simply wore a short black halter sundress. Her footsteps padded silently across the hardwood floors as she made her way across the bedroom. She listened for any signs in his breathing. Samuel's eyebrows were knitted together even as he slept. Apparently he had to be worried about something. Allowing her gaze to travel down from his face, her eyes lingered on his bare chest. There was a small patch of hair there, and Yellena very softly ran her fingers against it. Samuel stirred but didn't wake. She smiled at the fun she was going to have, at least until he woke. Her fingers gently traced his olive skin against the lines of his muscles and noted the places where his breathing hitched. Like most wolves, he hated the sweltering heat, so the AC was on. To her delight Samuel was nude tonight, and his cock was not flaccid, nor was it hard. She could change that.

At 24 most young people were searching for one night fucks, but not Yellena. She wanted what all wolves had when they found it. Yellena wanted her one and only. Perhaps it was how she was raised, she pondered as her fingers snaked against his dick. Some wolves would have woken up by now, but she could tell he was tired.

Daring herself to be braver, Yellena bent and barely pressed her lips to his and used the light touch of her fingers to massage the soft skin of his dick. Oooh she was getting wet just thinking about the things he could do to her. Yellena's breathing became ragged, her nipple taut and strained against the fabric. She placed butterfly kisses gently along his body and nuzzled the happy trail that led to his treasure. Yellena suppressed a moan. Samuel was hard now. There was a light sheen of pre-cum at the tip of his dick. Unable to control herself, her tongue flickered out and caught the drop. But she couldn't stop there. Yellena pressed her lips to the crown, lapped at his hole and her tongue swirled the head. Becoming carried away was dangerous. She knew this but that didn't stop her as she took the mushroom head into her mouth and began to suck gently.

Samuel's breathing became uneven, and then he gasped and groaned. Yellena froze when Samuel stirred. She waited for the shock and rejection. Nothing came. Calling this her lucky break, Yellena eased her mouth off his dick and gently blew on it.

There was a time she used to be content with merely watching him from afar. Then five years ago in his delirium he had pressed his lips to hers and pleaded with her not to leave him. Don't leave him ever. Did Samuel mistake her for someone else? Was he hallucinating? These things had plagued her mind for a long time. Yet still she watched him from afar, waiting for him to come back to her. Until now. Well, not really. But a girl can dream. She snorted.

That night at the club couldn't necessarily be counted in her favor. She was looking for him, but he had found her first. From the moment he looked at her with interest, Yellena knew that she would only get one chance to hook him. She knew the things that were said behind her back. That she was the "Helen of Troy" for wolves. One look at her and one inhale of her scent at ovulation and the wolves fought tooth and nail to get at her. She was the only human female most of them had known to have that effect. It was so bad that even the mated wolves had the hardest time keeping their hands off. She even had problems with the vampires like that.

Donovan had once told her that her biological mother was the same way. Men would fight over her, but she only wanted Henri. That was all he would say before locking her up in her suite or driving her to June's house. That was until they found a solution to mask her natural scent. So biological warfare was what she used on Samuel that night. She made sure he got a chance to capture her real scent, taste her in almost every way and feel the warmth of her body. Maybe this was what it was like for her mother. Maybe they were doomed like this. Destined to obsess over and seduce men who were deemed off limits.

Absentmindedly, Yellena stroked Samuel's cock as she thought. Was it really fair for her to do all this? Probably not. Kissing the tip, Yellena turned on her heel to leave when Samuel suddenly shot up in bed. Her first instinct was to hide at the foot of the bed. She crouched and waited as Samuel grumbled to himself. There was silence for some time, and then she heard him moving on the bed. In hopes that he would go to the bathroom, Yellena got ready to bolt. But instead she was greeted with a yell.

"Yellena?" He peered down at her. "Dios mio! What in the seven hells are you doing here?"

"Well, I just got back and wanted to see you." She smiled bashfully trying not to look guilty. He had gathered the sheets around his privates. Silently she thanked the gods that he hadn't noticed anything out of the ordinary.

"In the middle of the night, Yellena?" Samuel eyed her suspiciously. She looked like a kid who got caught with their hand in the cookie jar.

"Yes, but then I realized how foolish I was being. Then I startled you out of your sleep and tried to hide so you wouldn't be too mad at me, but now you caught me so..." she chuckled nervously. Gods she was rambling on. She stood to leave when he reached out and took her wrist.

"No, wait..." Samuel started, "I don't mind, not too much at least. I was having a strange dream anyway."

"Really? How strange?" She was grateful for anything to change the topic of her being in his room.

Samuel opened his mouth then shut it. How could he tell her that he had this weird dream she was sucking him off? He couldn't even tell if the dream felt all too real.

"Wait here." He scooted off the bed and went to one of his drawers for boxers. Yellena marveled at his ass as he stepped into the boxers and pulled them up. When he faced her again, she was standing by his night table pouring herself a glass of water.

"I'm sorry. I know this is a rather strange turn of events." Yellena guzzled the water and poured herself another glass.

"No one has seen you for two days, and you show up in my bedroom! I'd more than say that's strange." Sam leaned against the bedpost watching her. In the moonlight her light linen dress wasn't as solid as she thought it was. It was short, mid-thigh and tied around the neck. He could see the outline of her nipples and how stiff they were. Her locks where brought together in one large braid that hung over her shoulder.

"Get over here and lay down. You look like you haven't slept in two days." He noted her hesitation. "Intentions are pure, I assure you."

Gently, Yellena climbed onto the bed, grinning, but didn't lie down.

"Yeah? Since when?"

"Since your dad threatened to rip my tongue out!" He gave her one of those rouge-ish smiles. "So where have you been?"

"Idle threat." Yellena rolled her eyes, "Out. Have you seen Donovan?"

Samuel tensed, and the action was not lost to Yellena.

"Out where?" he folded his arms.

"Father had to lock him up, didn't he?" she continued not answering.

"Yes, to say the least." Samuel frowned, "He attacked one of the omegas yesterday. I don't think the magical string bond thingy you two have is working anymore." He sat next to where she was kneeling.

"Father told you about that, huh?" Yellena nodded with a sad look on her face. "I already knew that. I just needed time, but now I am running out of it."

"I think you've already run out." Samuel took her hands in his and stroked them gently.

"I know my dad plans on executing Donovan soon. I just thought it would have been after the ball, not before it."

"Sometimes we can't help those we love. No matter what we want." He gently lifted her chin with his finger and looked into her eyes. Samuel's finger traced the contours of her eyebrows and her cheeks, over her nose, gently brushing her lips and then along her jaw line. His hand slid down the side of her neck, and then his expression changed.

"Is that a bite mark?" Samuel hissed, brushing her hair out of the way. "Yellena have you been with vampires?"

Crap, she'd forgotten. They were having a really good moment, too. A real good one but now...

"It's not that big of a deal. Small price to pay for information." She tried to sound light hearted as he turned over her wrists to see the faded marks there as well.

"No! It is a big deal when they leave you butchered!" Once again he began licking the half healed wounds on her wrists. She gritted her teeth trying to suppress the oncoming arousal. "What information was so damn important that you had to get bitten for it?"

"Very intriguing information, really. Do you know that mates have been going missing from the wolf packs along the east coast? Especially pregnant ones." She looked up at him inquiringly. "Of course not."

"That doesn't make any sense. I think we would have heard about it." Samuel looked down at her.

"Hmm, yeah, no. See I tried to track down the usual routes --finding connections, asking alphas --but most of the other alphas don't want to talk to me much. Men seem to hate talking about their failures and shortcomings. Especially to a woman."

"Powerful men, to be exact. Men are still men, however, and need I remind you I am one."

"Not after that glorious display a few minutes ago, no. I am fully aware of just how much man you are." She shivered visibly then grinned as if playing around. It was easier for her to make a joke about it than squirm guiltily for causing such a hard on.

"Pretend for a few minutes that I didn't offend your virgin eyes." Samuel stated sarcastically, smirking. "So continue."

"Well there haven't been enough disappearances from each pack to cause too much alarm. There is usually a few months to a year 'til the next pack gets it." Yellena's fingers rubbed her chin in thought, "And the story is always the same. These individuals sweep in leaving no scent trail, attack the compound or houses of known werewolves and are gone again."

"That's stupid. Why go through the trouble when they could be killed?" Samuel got up and paced the floor. "And there isn't any way of masking a scent completely. Aside from you, but even now I can smell you."

"I'm not sure of that yet." She watched him, "But as for the scent, they must be using the same thing I use to mask my scent. I have to bathe with it and rub the cream on my skin, deodorant, etc. During ovulation period I generally soak in it." She looked down at her hands as Samuel scrutinized her. "But the whole shebang goes south once I get aroused or if I get dumped in a pool or something. The creators are working on waterproofing it right now."

"But I smell you even when you're not aroused." He returned to his spot on the bed.

"That's because you've tasted my very essence." She responded in the smallest of voices. "You licked your fingers after..." Yellena made a "come here" gesture with two fingers. "Remember? Then you licked the blood off my hand. Taste, scent and memory are linked together, scientifically speaking."

Samuel studied her for a moment, eyes traveling down to her lap, staring at the v where her legs and womanhood met. So that's what it was. Stupid of him to have to be told that his wolf was only tracking what he considered his. He would recognize her in any crowd, no matter how many bodies rubbed against her. He could pick her scent out from anywhere, all because he knew the basic elements that made her Yellena. His eyes traveled back up to her face and then lingered on the bite mark on her neck.

"What else?" he asked darkly.

"Well, sometimes those kidnapped end up on vampire tables." Yellena swallowed visibly.

"Like you did?" Samuel frowned, "Come here. Let me heal the one on your neck." He tried to sound as clinical as possible.

"N-no thanks. I'll just..." Yellena strayed away from him. She saw the way he stared at her crotch with hunger. Her hand and wrist was one thing, but the neck was an intimate affair. Samuel was not to be deterred. Moving too quickly for her, Samuel snatched Yellena up and onto his lap to straddle him. When she attempted to slide off, he grasped her thighs firmly.

"Stay!" He growled with authority. She stayed and force herself not to tremble when he leaned in, brushing her hair out of the way. Cupping her neck gently, Samuel passed his tongue along the bite marks and tried to make that the only contact. He had to keep reminding himself that he was in her father's house, but then she whimpered.

Yellena began to melt in his arms. His hold on her tightened, and his lips found the tender flesh of her neck. Then her arms were around his shoulders, and her hands were caressing the hard muscles there.




Beta Bait Ch. 02



Samuel looked up at her with glowing eyes.

"Sam, stop it!" Yellena tried to keep her voice steady. With every breath she took, her sensitive nipples rubbed against him through the fabric. She was supposed to be doing the seducing, damn it! Yet here she was turning to putty in his arms. Samuel's hands traveled up her thighs to her ass. Always turning to putty!

"Where else are you bitten?" He asked with eyes filled with lust. Yellena shook her head.

"Nowhere else." She swallowed and kept his gaze. To a wolf, holding his gaze was a challenge. Suddenly he flipped her onto her back on the bed, and he stood between her legs, wrists pinned above her head.

"Don't lie to me." He glared down at her. Samuel pressed against her, his hard length pushed against her clit.

"I'm not," Yellena gasped. The scent of her arousal began to fill the room. There wasn't much else on her brain aside from the feel of Samuel's hard on pressing against her mound. He must have seen silent prayers in her eyes because he swiveled his hips against her and she moaned.

His gaze traveled over her and stopped on a mark just above her armpit. Lowering himself against her, Samuel whispered in her ear.

"I think I'm going to have to each you a lesson on not lying to me." He began to rock against her most sensitive bud. The only barrier between his cock and her lips was her underwear. Samuel flicked his tongue over the bite mark on her arm. She moaned softly. Yellena opened her legs wider to give him more access.

Samuel nibbled on her lobe and then grinned wickedly at how eager she seemed.

"But first, before I teach you that lesson..." he paused for effect to lick her lips.

"Huh?" she breathed eyes closed.

"How about you tell me why my essence is on your lips?"

"What?" Yellena's eyes snapped open. Samuel rolled off of her just in time as she launched herself off the bed.

"Well you drank water, but you forgot a little something," he traced the corner of his lip, indicating her own. Yellena's hand flew up to wipe her mouth. Samuel's eyebrows went up. "I mean I don't mind, but at least let me be awake to enjoy it."

"Shut up!" Yellena's initial shock turned to embarrassed mortification. "I would n-never. Ever! That's disgusting, and if that's the kind of-of dream you were having then keep dreaming!" she snapped at him.

"See, now I was only joking but given your reaction..." he grinned deviously.

Yellena made a frustrated noise, crossed the room and yanked open the balcony door to leave. They were on the second floor, but she knew exactly how to land on the shrubs as to not hurt herself. Before she leapt over the side, Samuel spoke again.  

"You know, I think we should actually get a chance at a serious conversation and a real menu first, before you start deciding you can swallow me whole."

Yellena slammed her palm down on the stone banister. "Stop fucking hanging around James so much!" And then swung herself over the side. Before she could land safely, Samuel caught her hand easily.

"And lastly no more bite marks, Yellena, I'm serious." Samuel's eyes glowed gold as they glared at each other. "Next time you won't get off with just an easy grind session."

"I didn't get off." She muttered under her breath then looked up at him grudgingly. "Is that a threat?"

"It's a promise!" He growled and let go of her gently. Yellena landed nimbly and stalked off down the path to the other wing of the house without so much as a glance backward.



Beta Bait Ch. 03



Yellena had always hated mornings for as long as she could remember. She was always sluggish but never late, thanks to Donovan. She hated the smell and taste of coffee, the sun peaking through the windows hurt her eyes and overall Yellena just seemed to get more done after lunch. Normally, she would go to bed just before dawn, just like most of the other wolves and creatures of the night, but this time she couldn't sleep. Not after what happened with Samuel. Even now, Yellena wasn't quite sure if Samuel had been joking about knowing she gave him a blow job or if he was serious.

Hours after her encounter with Samuel, Yellena sat in the bay window of the house looking down at the town street. The sky was clear and there was a nice breeze sweeping off the Atlantic into town. It was an hour before dawn, and although the street was still, there were the few early birds hurrying to their destinations. In the shadows of the ally across from her building, there stood a figure in the shadows. It didn't take a genius to figure out that the individual was looking at her. In fact, Yellena was almost certain that the person wanted their presence known but not their identity. Why would anyone want to play tail early as hell in the morning? This is when people were more than likely to pour piping hot coffee over your head for invasion of privacy.

Rubbing her eyes, Yellena yawned then stretched. She straightened her legs, bent at her waist and touched her sock-clad toes. She remained like that for several seconds. A chance at a real menu, huh? Maybe he'd said it out of the spur of the moment. No matter how much her mind tried to put a damper on the thought, her little measure of happiness never faded. Yellena opened her legs into a split then stretched her body to the left, arms out. She wasn't sure when her childhood crush on Samuel turned into love. Though she was pretty sure of her feelings by the time she was 19, when he would only allow her to enter his room, dress his wounds and soothe his mind. However, Yellena didn't want to make a damn fool out of herself. What if everything she perceived from his end was only out of respect for her father?

Yellena saw the figure in the reflection of the window before she heard anyone. As she sat upright again, Yellena stuck out her hand, palm upturned.

"What did you find out, Gus?" Yellena asked nonchalantly. Gustav squatted behind Yellena's outstretched left leg. Taking her hand, Gustav bared his four sets of fangs, top and bottom, and was fully prepared to sink them into Yellena's palm when she snatched it back. "Info first."

Gus sighed like a petulant child. "Totally unfair. Can I at least get a, 'hello, Gus? How was your night?'"

"Hello, Gus, how was your night of gorging yourself like a pig on a sorry unsuspecting female's blood?" Yellena retorted as she rearranged her body to sit Indian style. She wasn't really in the mood to play these games. There was only today and two more days before Donovan's death. Yellena glared at Gustav waiting patiently.

He was what most would consider cute. Gustav Moreau had unique boyish features -- a nose that was a little too long and light brown eyes that seemed to be shadowed by the strong features of his eyebrows. He had curly dark brown hair, creamy skin and dressed like a hipster. Though that was always his thing even before the hipster craze began. Now that the hipster craze was in full swing, Yellena could only imagine the damage he must be causing to young girls everywhere considering he was turned in his 17th year of life.

Gustav was Yellena's closest friend other than Juniper. Coincidentally he was also her ex-boyfriend and June's current boyfriend. June thought he was the best boyfriend in the world; however, Gustav's nature made him quite the playboy. He required more than one food source and had his favorites carefully highlighted in his fancy iPhone. Yellena thought at one point she would have been fine with his nature, but drawing blood was also a very sexual ritual that didn't always end in just a drink. June didn't have to know all that though. Yellena felt like it wasn't her place to say anything considering it was a very complicated matter to explain to your good friend that her boyfriend was a two-timing son-of-a-bitch who used his blood sucking parasitic nature as an excuse to pick up chicks every other night. June still thought vampires sparkled and were all going to sweep you off your feet in their angst, self-hating mood. Come to think about it, Yellena wasn't sure Gustav ever drank from Juniper.

Realizing that Yellena wasn't going to get much more patient than that, Gus twisted his face into a mock expression of hurt. "I'll have you know I was out the entire night working tirelessly on your fruitless mission, Lena. That woman is dead. Been dead for seven years, take some months away. That blood bag didn't last very long on vampire tables, let me tell you."

Yellena's hand shot out and slapped Gustav across the cheek. His cheek was warm and turning red, which was an indication that he really had fed recently. "I'll have you know that that 'blood bag' had a mate who loved her deeply, a name and a child she cared for like her own since she couldn't have any!" She snapped glaring daggers at Gustav.

"Sorry," he mumbled, looking sincerely apologetic as he resisted the urge to rub his cheek. He knew perfectly well how much this meant to her. "You know my kind ... We kind of have to be insensitive to stomach what we do."

"I know," Yellena sighed rubbing her temple. Taking out her frustrations on Gus wasn't going to help her any. Tomorrow was to be Donnie's execution, or so she heard through the grapevine. But if she knew her father the way she did, today would be Donovan's last day on this earth, giving the pack tomorrow to mourn and then the Super Moon Ball to release the tension.

It was planned out perfectly really. Her father wasn't expecting her back until the day of the ball. Samuel was the only one she visited. She didn't even go back to her rooms, but she was pretty certain her father would trace her scent across the grounds. That didn't matter because she had run out of time and felt like such a letdown.

"But I did find something else, though." Gustav reached out and toyed with one of her locks.

"Yeah? What's that?" Yellena asked half-heartedly. Gustav took her hand and placed a small glass vial on her palm and then closed her fingers around it. His hand was warm and soft.

"We vampires have a saying, 'Responsum est in sanguinem.'" He looked at her seriously. "We don't like to make it common knowledge that we can siphon out memories from blood. Take care with the knowledge that you know."

"Yeah, okay." She stood up and grabbed her bag off the floor. "You were a real big help today." There was a hint of sarcasm in her voice. Yellena turned and began to walk away when Gustav grasped her hand again.

"I want to be able to take Juniper seriously. Do you think you can help?" Gus asked looking almost shy. Something twisted in Yellena's chest and she ripped her hand out from his.

"Like you took me seriously?" It was an old question and a new one. Trying to stay on focus, Yellena continued. "You didn't have to look that hard for that information because you already knew it. And someone somewhere higher in the fucking food chain that you told you that you could relay it along with this!" she shook the vial.

"Look, before you get too crazy, let me stop you." Gus's eyes blazed. "I really like you Yellena. Always did from the first day we met when you were 14. So as a friend let me say that the questions you are asking can be your death. And if I have to keep a secret or two or a thousand from you so that your heart can keep pumping, I damn well will! I also want Juniper's heart to keep pumping, in a manner of speaking, and I would like to continue walking this earth in my half dead state for a while longer, thank you very much! So show a little god damn gratitude because I went the extra mile in trying to find that for you!"

Yellena snorted. "Well, thank you for giving me a useless vial of blood and a Latin quote. But I'm not a witch, this doesn't help."

"She said you would know exactly what to do." Gus was suddenly by the door. "And if you're smart you will stop with just Donnie and forget everything else you picked up along the way. Be careful getting back. There are people watching you. I can only shadow you but so far because the sun's coming up." Then he was gone.

"Who the fuck is 'she'?" Yellena grumbled as she left the studio.

By the time Yellena returned to the estate the sun was up and casting an eerie glow through the mist. It was peaceful, as it should have been since most would still be sleeping, but also unsettling. Today would be Donovan's last daym and with each step taken Yellena felt heavier and heavier. She'd failed miserably to bring Donovan around. The truth was she had already known Donovan's mate was dead. She'd tried in vain so many times to pick up that string, but it was never there. In vain she thought something had been blocking it, but nothing could do that except death.

Yellena pushed through the double doors and entered the foyer. The house was silent. Too damn silent. She stood in the foyer and listened. Children born from werewolves and humans always had some kind of strength. Whether it was better hearing, being stronger than the average, keen sense of sight or smell. Sometimes a combination of a few, but they were still very much human. Yellena didn't have their sense of smell or strength but she could see better than the average person at night, and her hearing was superb.

There was very little moving about around the house. The omegas were not craftily moving about fetching clean linens or preparing breakfast. Matter of fact there was no scent of breakfast being prepared. That's right, the morning deliveries were still at the side gate and it was a little after 7. Yellena surmised that they'd been out there for at least an hour if her timing was correct.

A sick feeling bubbled in the pit of her stomach. Since she was a kid Yellena would always get the worse stomachaches if she was nervous, scared or something just wasn't right. A pair of omegas came through the foyer, footsteps heavy and eyes filled with dread. Once they noticed Yellena, they glanced away and hurried down the nearest path.

This put Yellena on edge. Where was Donovan? Was he still in lockdown? Could it possibly be the two maids acted the way they did because they thought she didn't know? Or was it that her father had already taken Donovan? Everyone was acting like they were in mourning already. She marched her way down the left corridor and then hung another left down the stairwell that led to the kitchens. Instead of going left to the kitchens, Yellena hung a right toward the cellar but kept walking down the dim lit hallway.

At the end of the hall were two men sitting at the entrance to where all the cells were. One stood right in the entrance all twitchy and nervous while the other was in a squatting position, mulling over a set of dice and a list of points scored written in chalk on the stone tile. The one squatting was Sully. He was a black Irish-American male built wide, but not so much tall. He and Yellena were about the same height, 5'7, but Sully had what she lacked -- muscle. Sully had a buzz cut and a scar running across his right eye which had a blank milky grey appearance to the iris. Everyone knew he had lost use of that eye in the military. No one wanted to really ask how.

Sully was not known for his patience or his kindness. He was deadly, and he knew it. This he used to his advantage when he took his time in getting payback for any transgression made against him. Even on a good day, Sully scared Yellena. He made her very uneasy the way his one good eye followed her movements sometimes. Other times, he simply ignored her, or at least he pretended too like he was doing now. Taking a deep breath, Yellena attempted to skirt around the imposing Sully without actually having to touch him.

The other guy, Rat, stood his ground in the middle of the entranceway. His beady black eyes glistened, watching her silently. His nose twitched as he leaned in as if to get a whiff of Yellena. She leaned away as she tried to skirt around him too. Suddenly there was a tight grip on Yellena's calf and she looked down to see a very grim Sullivan looking up at her.

"And where do you think you're going?" Sully's gaze pierced into her. Yellena did her best not to shrink.

"To see Donovan." Yellena stated simply, as if it wasn't obvious.

"To see who?" Sully pretended to think for a minute as he threw the dice with his free hand. "I don't believe he's taking any visitors."

Yellena blew out air in relief and annoyance. When she tried to jerk her leg away from Sullivan's grip, he only tightened it.

"Well that's too damn bad! I'm going in!" She snapped at him, jerking her leg again, but this time Sullivan's grip was tight enough that it hurt. Yellena knew that there was going to be a bruise there pretty soon. "Let go of me before I get angry."

Rat snickered as he stepped to Yellena to flank her on one side. Sully finally stood and was eye level with Yellena, flanking her opposite, skinny, jittery, Rat. He was like a large shadow in the dim hallway. His face was hard, grimmer than usual, and his eyes gleamed as he leaned in.

"And then what?" Sullivan challenged. "Nothing. Then nothing. So hear what I'll tell you. You came in this morning so tired, you took a wrong turn while half asleep and ended up down here. Now run upstairs to your room, little girl, because there is nothing for you down here."

One of Yellena's biggest peeves was condescending pet names. Before she could think about it, her hands balled into fists, and her right one struck home on Sullivan's jaw.

"Fuck what you think, asshole. I tell your sorry ass what to do!" She snapped. No sooner had she finished the sentence when Sullivan's large dark hand closed around her neck, constricting her air flow. He had her against the wall now.

"You are lucky you are who you are, bitch, or I would snap your neck now and fuck your corpse." He growled leaning in. They were gaining an audience but Sullivan didn't care. "I don't take orders from you."

After a few seconds of contemplation he pushed the gasping Yellena into Rat's deceptively strong arms. Rat then proceeded to push Yellena back the way she came. She fought him, but growing weary of the fight, the two wolves grabbed Yellena by each arm and proceeded to drag her back up to the main level. Her legs dangled as she furiously struggled and kicked.

Anya descended the stairwell, smiling. It was a smug expression that remained plastered to her face even as Yellena glared at her.

"Twenty-four and throwing a tantrum? How unbecoming." Anya stopped in front of the trio. "What's it this time? Oh, I know, your little pet is going to be slaughtered today."

Yellena bit her lip as she continued to glare at her stepmother. It wasn't worth an answer. For reasons unknown to her, this woman always took pleasure in trying to make Yellena suffer. Maybe it was like Cinderella or some other movie with an evil stepmother. That would be far too cliché for her liking.

"Whatever. Tell these mongrels to let me go!"

"See now, this is what I mean. If you were a wolf you would have been able to do that yourself." Anya taunted. "I guess your social status really isn't as secure as you thought."

Yellena didn't answer. To her, that didn't merit an answer. Anya had been giving her grief and smiling in her face all her life. The older woman leaned in and whispered in Yellena's ear.

"Be prepared, Yellena. Your last line of defense is going to be destroyed today. And I am going to yank you out like the weed you are. Then your father will be all alone." Anya leaned back, "Take her back to her quarters and see that she doesn't escape!"

Dutifully, Rat and Sully made sure to toss Yellena on her face once they got to her suite. She pushed herself off the ground and kicked the double doors in anger. It was moments like these that she noticed her weaknesses. If she were a wolf, this would have been a challenge. Yellena would have had the right to fight and kill. Unfortunately she was a human in a den of wolves. Nothing was going to change that sans mating with a wolf for rank.

Yellena whirled around and paced her sitting room. The fact that they were keeping Donovan from her now meant that her father was going to execute him within the hour. That was what the silence was about. She'd returned early, and in preparation for that Anya had been lying in wait. She growled in frustration.

Yellena looked at the vial, rolling it over in her palm. How was this going to help? Doing the one thing that made any sense, she uncorked it. She didn't have a great sense of smell like the wolves or the vampires. All Yellena smelled was iron.

There was a commotion outside the door and she looked up at it. In walked a disgruntled Samuel. He'd shut the door behind him, crossed the room and studied Yellena's neck. He whispered a few choice swear words and glared at Yellena.

"Where did you go?" The look on his face made it clear he was in no mood for games.

"To the dance studio." Yellena wasn't in much of a mood for a fight. "Yes, I met a vampire. No he didn't bite me."

"So what did Gustav say?" Samuel kept his face pretty stoic. He'd told that little leech years ago to stay away from her.

"You know Gus?" Yellena questioned for a moment before shaking her head. "Nothing I didn't already know the answer too. Besides all he gave me was..."

Yellena held up the vile then looked at Samuel. Her head tilted to the side as a thought struck her. Of course... She almost missed it. The vial wasn't meant for her. It was meant for Donovan. However, being that she was barred from visiting her caretaker one final time before his death there had to be another way to get the little present to him.

"Oh, Sammie. It's just been so much!" Yellena closed the gap between their bodies. "And now Anya's threatening me. Well. Come to think of it she is always threatening me."

Samuel placed his arms around Yellena's waist and rubbed her lower back. He couldn't help but take in her scent and buried his nose in her hair. She was trembling slightly. Though, Samuel wasn't sure if it was out of fear or anxiety. All he could pick up was the scent of her pheromones, those a person can't block out. To be quite honest, it was all so overwhelming considering it mixed with Yellena's usual scent in the room. It was the scent that most missed because she dosed herself in those scent canceling products. However to him, it made his mouth water and between his breeches tighten from the slow growing hard on.

"It's alright. Anya's only spouting off at the mouth." Samuel whispered. He knew he was lying. Anya had tried to get rid of Yellena twice before. Once when she was a baby and the second when she was a teenager. By the end of this week, Samuel was going to fix that once and for all, but he had to be careful about it.

"Samuel..." Yellena pressed her head flat against his shoulder and stroked his chest. Today he wore another button-up shirt. The material was checkered and made from fine, smooth, soft cotton. Yellena traced her nails over and around where Samuel's nipple was located. She felt it grow stiff under the pad of her finger. By this time, his hands had stopped rubbing her back but stiffly held her hips.

"Yes?" Samuel answered a little gruffly. It was unintended, but he couldn't quite do all three things at once. Talk, breathe and exert control over his rapidly growing hard on. His hands slid off her hips and over her butt. She was still wearing the linen halter dress from last night. How easy it would be for him to lift the skirt or better yet tear it off of her. He could smell the beginnings of her arousal. Was she even wearing underwear? Gods! His mind was straying and he was fighting the change.




Beta Bait Ch. 03



"Thank you for being here right now." Yellena tilted her head and nuzzled Samuel's neck. Her breath tickled his neck softly as she spoke. "And about last night, I overreacted and lied because I was embarrassed I got caught."

Her tongued flickered over his neck before gently sucking on his neck. The more she pressed the more Samuel felt his self-control slipping. From the inside his wolf clawed at his conscious mind. The need to rut and mate wound its way from the inner regions of his working mind down his spine and flooded every nerve on the way down. Coincidentally that also meant he was changing into his wolfman form. His hands began to shift and become larger, nails became claws, muscles bulked up and his head began to shift.

Yellena felt it too especially since his grip on her tightened and his chest muscles forced the buttons on his shirt to strain. She understood perfectly well it was coming from the moment Samuel's breathing picked up. It was only a matter of time before he breathed in enough of her. Yellena wasn't dumb. Samuel wanted her, but for the life of her she couldn't figure out all his reasons for holding back. She sure as hell wasn't going to throw herself in head first into something if he was only playing patty cake too. Yellena was determined to draw out and lay his demons to rest before going all the way. Stop thinking about that! Stay focused on the task at hand. She chastised herself.

"I want you, Sam and not some stupid menu." Her hand stroked his cheek before she brought her lips to his. The kiss started off hesitant on her part then became hot and passionate as Samuel joined in. A growl erupted from his chest and he shoved her up against the wall, her legs dangling off the floor.

Yellena squeaked at the impact, her arms flew to his shoulders and legs around his waist to steady herself. Samuel had completely shifted form. His clothing was in shreds on the floor, his muzzle was rubbing against Yellena's neck and his fully erect member was hot against her thigh. Samuel moved his hips rocking against her crotch. The warmth and stimulation from him caused Yellena to flood her panties making them stick. Yellena was tempted to look down between them but uncertainty filled her. Suddenly, she had this thought that maybe she'd gone too far. She began to tremble for real and her chest heaved. It was the first time she'd been this closed to a wolf in this form other than her father. Matter of fact, her dad hadn't meant any sexual intimate intent. Thank goodness because not only would that have been more than weird but truly frightening.

If he were to mate with her now it would be in this form. The knot at the base of his penis would inflate and she would be locked to him for however long while he fucked her senseless for however long. His insistent licking and nipping would lead to just that. It was time to dial it back a little. Gently, Yellena stroked his chocolate colored mane and began to whisper sweet words into his ear.

Samuel eased his grip on her thighs but only for that moment. His soft gentle tongue stroked her inner ear causing her to moan and tremble. Sweetly, Samuel nipped at the lobe before moving down the tender flesh of her neck. He was back but with borderline control. Heading south should have been on his list of no-no's, but there was this nagging need to get straight to the untapped source. Tracing his nose against her skin, Samuel lowered Yellena gently onto her feet as he lowered himself onto his knees before her.

Her breathing began to ease but not for long because Samuel's claws grazed gently against her thighs slipping her lace underwear down her long, lightly freckled legs. His tongue traced up her inner thigh and he nipped at her flesh. Yellena's leg twitched and her breathing picked up as Samuel draped her leg over his shoulder. She held still as he explored her tentatively. Samuel's tongue traced a long slow trail up the inside of her thigh, and then from the opening of her nectar pot and over her clit.

"Oh crap." Yellena bucked and grasped Samuel's mane. The movement of her hips only spurred Samuel on. He trailed his tongue around her outer lips and then her inner lips. Yellena panted and stroked his head. All thoughts of stopping slowly went out her mind as he flickered his tongue over her clit. He toyed with her swirling his tongue, carefully rolling the bud between his teeth. Repeatedly Samuel would flick back and forth over her pearl. He held her in place as she began to tremble bringing her to the threshold of an orgasm and then stopped.

"No... nooo..." Yellena pleaded trying to force her pelvis closer to his mouth. She wriggled even though he held her in place. His hot breath breezed over her nether lips teasing a shiver from her. Gently, Samuel nudged her clit with his nose and then drove his tongue into her warm canal. The sensation sent Yellena reeling. Her back arched off the wall as his tongue plunged in and out of her nectar-coated canal.

To Samuel, Yellena tasted of spice, bittersweet but delectable. It was something he couldn't get enough of now just as he couldn't the first night. What was this woman who was to be his mate? This woman, who his wolf had chosen, was intoxicating. Plunging his tongue into her repeatedly, Samuel's only focus was on the pleasure that rippled through Yellena's body. She was soft and pliant, her muscles quivering around his tongue. The flesh of her thighs tensed in his grip and he held her tighter.

Yellena's fingers dug deep into the fur just behind Samuel's ears, locking him into position. She tugged at it, gasped and moaned. For every moment that he'd struck the right nerve her voice would ring out and her toes would curl. At this point, both her legs were on his shoulders and she rolled her hips ridding him frantically. He could feel it in the tremors of her flesh. She was close again, he liked the feel of that. It pleased him to know she craved his touch and no others.

"More... more... please!" Yellena's back arched off the wall. "Moooorrrreeee!!!"

For the first time in a long time all the pent up frustration in her built and exploded like electricity though her system. The orgasm rocked her body shooting spasms down through her fingertips and her toes. Samuel continued to tongue fuck her until she sagged against him. If he had been a normal man, Samuel was sure he would have suffocated under the tight grip of her thighs. He wouldn't have had it any other way. Even with her body spent, he licked her bud just to hear the whimpers leaving her throat.

Samuel waited until he'd morphed back into a man before easing Yellena to her feet. He hugged her around the waist as their foreheads touched while Yellena focused on her breathing. She sagged against him, all the tension in her body released after that orgasm. Whatever adrenalin rush or worrisome thoughts that kept her awake in the last few days were obliterated. He swooped her up into his arms and carried her over to her bed. As if finally remembering something, Yellena half opened her eyes and looked up at him. Brown locked onto hazel the same time Samuel felt a jolt go through his system.

"Samuel..." Yellena reached out for his face and Samuel leaned into her palm. In her eyes he could see the gold of her irises spinning slowly. It was like stars but to be sure, Samuel leaned in to take a closer look. That was just what was required because now Samuel seemed trapped as if he couldn't look away.

"I need you to give Donnie the blood and see him safely to the gate." She spoke slowly fighting sleep. "Someone needs him more than I do."

As her eyes closed, Samuel blinked and stood up. On its own his body moved to collect the blood vial that had fallen from Yellena's grasp off the floor. Then swiftly he was out the door stepping over the unconscious bodies of Yellena's guards. He only had a few minutes at most to stall the execution.

Shifting back into a wolfman, he bolted down the hallway and leapt over the second floor banister to the ground floor instead of taking the stairs. To the gate, that was all he needed to do. He would still be punished by the Alpha but not killed. If it were anyone else, Samuel would have refused but she asked. More like hypnotized... it felt impossible to say no. Just like now. Even if he wanted to stop he couldn't. Every molecule in his body burned with urgency as he darted out across the garden and down the path that lead to the woods.

The trees blurred past as the path gave way to raw forest ground. If it wasn't for the sure footing of the wolf, any man would have fallen and hurt himself badly moving at such speed. Samuel's powerful legs and Yellena's swirling eyes kept him in pursuit. He caught Henri's scent midway to his destination and changed his direction to suit. There was a certain amount of desperation in each breath and step. In his mind's eye, Samuel could see his mistress's disappointment and sorrow. To an extent he could feel it. This was because she wasn't his mistress. She was his mate to be.

Samuel broke into the clearing at breakneck speed. The momentum of his pace allowed him to leap over the line of wolves present and land at the edge of the ceremonial platform. The clearing was deep in the forest. It had no real path that led directly to it, and it was magically protected. In the center of the clearing lay a circular stone platform raised about a foot or more off the ground. It was where their initiations and executions took place. It was where they paid homage to the moon goddess every super moon and where they began their hunt every full moon night.

Grateful to reach before blood was shed, Samuel took a moment to catch his breath. He was careful to keep his head low and his eyes averted to the alpha's paws. What he was doing for Yellena was dangerous. It could end up with his death joining Donovan's. If Yellena was right, and he really hoped she was, then this wouldn't be in vain.

"Your daughter sends one last farewell for a trusted guardian. May I?" Samuel asked, head bowed low. Anya growled and snapped at the request. Henri ignored his mate and sized up Samuel. When his eyes locked with Samuel's, Henri finally nodded once but bared his teeth in warning. It was warning enough for Samuel to back down, but he was more compelled by Yellena to finish this. If a good wolf did not have to die then he would happily follow through.

By the time Henri saw the blood vile it was already smashing to pieces on the ground in front of Donovan. Donnie sniffed, perked up, and then released a long sorrowful howl. Without warning he turned tail and bolted off the platform into the crowd. Samuel had already shifted in to a large chocolate brown wolf and was hot on Donnie's trail. As promised, he feinted and took down any wolves that came between him and Donovan. None of the other wolves wanted to inspire bloodlust from him. If this turned into a real fight, many would be dead.

Samuel knew that it was only a matter of time before Henri interceded; which he did by pummeling Samuel from the left. The two wolves rolled over and over having a vicious but superficial fight. Henri snapped at him going for the throat but Samuel twisted so his shoulder got bit instead. Samuel managed to clamp down on Henri's front leg and used the alphas own weight as leverage against him. Claws slashed against ribs, bites were to immobilize, and teeth brought forth more blood and pain.