27 comments/ 31680 views/ 50 favorites The Lust of A Wolf Ch. 01 By: Darksider1029 Note to reader: This is my very first chapter story so critic is welcome. I hope to be as unpredictable as possible so that way you are always at the edge of your seat. If you like it please rate :) Thanks so much for reading. I will try to update often. (Also **** means the point of view is switching) "Alpha Xavier, me and the boys are ready. My group will take the south side while you and the other betas take the North." Ian, my second in commend, reported stepping into my office. "Let the hunt begin. Make sure to be thorough. They could be anywhere, and are highly dangerous. Kill if needed. Make sure everyone is on high alert. Rogues are the worst of our kind and will kill any of us without mercy." I said, standing from my chair and leading Ian out the door and into the common area where eager betas awaited him. "South side group follow Ian, everyone else follow me." I bellowed getting a few cheers from a few overly enthusiastic wolves. The 50 or 60 of them filled to bright common room with chatter as each followed the order. "Listen good. Some of you may not come back tonight. I thank you all for your contribution to rid this city of the crime that has overrun its boundaries. If the rogue refuses to surrender than death a necessity. Do what you must to stay alive. Luna be with you all." At that I turn and headed out the door followed by half of my betas, while Ians group headed out the other way. We resided in a very large estate on the outskirts of the city, so that we may run freely. Each one of us then shed our clothing and morphed into large wolves some, like me, the size of sofas. I howled into the briskly cold air feeling the rush of adrenaline as a chorus of howls rose up behind me. We then took off through the trees that surrounded our sanctuary and headed toward the city limit. As we neared to city we morphed into our human selves, locating the clothes I had some omegas stash there behind many trees. All of us dressed and began walking closer and closer to the sounds and smells of the city. We did not venture here often, it was a place of filth to our very acute noses, but we do what we must to protect not only the humans from harm, but also our secret. I have lived over 300 years and in that time our secret has never been closer to breaking the surface. Unexplained animal attacks have made there way to the news stations all over North Carolina and it is time to stop them. Me and my pack members slowly walk the streets, using our sense of smell as a tool to locate any unknown were's nearby. Jeremy, a highly ranked beta veered of to the right, smelling something I catch a whiff of only a moment later. Then I hear the scream. ********* "Sure." I replied to the handsome man in front of me. He grabbed my hand flashing straight teeth and lead me through the crowd of dancers ranging anywhere from horny to smashing drunk. We made our way out a back door covered in band posters and into a dark ally. "How cliche," I comment, letting him lift me up onto a stack of empty crates. He smiles deviously and began kissing my neck, brushing my brunette locks out of the way. His hands began their extrapolation of my waist, searching for the seam that would lead him under my shirt. I sighed bored. Why must every guy be the same. No passion, no foreplay, just gets right into it. At this point I won't be wet enough to fit even his, more than likely, small dick. His hands found their mark as he continued to devour my neck. He wasn't a horrible kisser, a bit to much saliva perhaps, but he knew how to work his tongue. I could feeling sliding against my skin leaving goose bumps on my arms. He slowly slid my shirt up and off, releasing his hold on my neck. His eyes traveled over my C cup tits and flat stomach stopping at my naval to admire the piercing that adorned it. "Mmmm," He moaned his eyes flashing a bright yellow that I must be imagining. He then pulled my knees apart so he could get closer, grabbing my hair and with a rough jerky motion, yanked it back so that I was staring up at the night sky and the grim coating the walls that stand behind me. I smiled. Now we're talkin'. His hands in my hair pulled to the right just enough to get access to my sore neck, that I am sure will have hickeys tomorrow. I gasped in surprise a second before screaming in pain at the growl and then at the teeth penetrating the delicate skin above my collarbone. The pain was extricating. It was like fire had been placed in my throat and was eating at me. I stayed conscious only long enough to feel him let go and hear many growls coming from somewhere behind him. Then I felt nothing. ********** The instant we heard it we were transforming into our hybrid form. This allows us extra strength, sharp canines and elongated nails, sharper than a blade. The first thing I saw was a large man, obviously a werewolf. Then I smelled it. Blood. It is taboo in our world to feast on the blood of a human unmated to us. And this was obviously not one of those cases. The large man turned giving us a glimpse of the unconscious girl covered in blood behind him. I don't know why, but I felt an undeniable tug toward this girl, who couldn't have been more than 18 or 19. I must protect her. My whole body drew in and pounced on the now half changed werewolf covered in blood that smelled extremely familiar and slightly.... werewolf. The were went down hard surprised by the attack, growling a biting at me. Jeremy quickly, as taught, sprinted around and snapped his neck. The arms I was restraining went limp beneath me, as did the large body that was jerking in rage only moments before. I jumped to my feet, glancing for a moment at all the betas, battle ready at the head of the ally, ready jump in should things get out of hand. "I think she need a hospital Xavier." Said Jeremy, as I turned to see him holding the dead werewolf's snack. "Give her to me." I whisper. He deposited her carefully into my arms, taking care with her head. The topless girl was covered in blood that was gushing from her neck. Jeremy instantly took off his shirt and handed it me. I applied pressure to the wound trying to work quickly to stop the bleeding. She had to live, she just had to. "No hospitals, she is part werewolf. We can't take her there. Call Charlotte from the payphone across the street and ask her to bring the car. Tell her to step on it." I breathed not taking my eyes from the dying girl in my arms. I walked carefully out of sight of any prying eyes toward the edge of the forest near the road that leads out of the city. Charlotte arrived in a brand new 2013 Camero and I eased into the backseat placing the girls head on my lap, stroking he hair much to the dismay of Jeremy who had hoped in the passenger seat. I leaned out the window and told one of the betas to lead the others back to the house. They all shifted and made their way home through the thick forest, home to no one but our pack and a few others that surrounded the city. We make our way home in record time thanks to Charlotte's obvious concern for the girls life. I quickly made my way into the house and down the north wing to the infirmary, startling Dr. Miller as I barged through the door and demanded that he help her. He set to work eager to please his alpha and to save the young life. Quickly adorning gloves and grabbing supplies that he would need. His didn't ask any questions to my relief. I didn't want to have to explain why I have brought home a dying, bra clad, 18 year old girl that smells very strongly of alcohol. I sat in a nearby chair watching and waiting. Once Doc was finished he deposited his soiled gloves into the trash bin and placed his equipment in the sink. "So, will she live?" I asked. Please say yes, please say yes. He nodded explaining what he did and what he was to do, as he connected the I.V. tube to a blood bag and set is up on a metal stand. "Thank god." I whispered to my self. Tears falling down my face. What the fuck. I wiped them away astonished at the wetness appearing on my hands. The only time I ever cried was when my parents died twenty years ago fighting a werewolf rebellion group made up of rogues. Why am I crying now? Over something so simple as a girl. I do not even know her. Doc grabbed a throw blanket from a tub under his desk a laid it over the girl's shirtless form. Hiding her bra covered breasts from my view. I would see to getting her some clothes shortly. Dr. Miller assured me that she would be okay so I stepped out to see Jeremy leaning against the wall with a sly look on his face. "She is your mate isn't she." He said with a smile. "No, definitely not." I said with obvious disgust. I don't understand why, but all I wanted was to protect her from everything and everyone. I had no sexual urges toward her, not that she wasn't beautiful, but even thinking of having sex with her made me feel sick. I ignored Jeremy's confused look and walked toward the common room and down the west wing entering my bedroom, exhausted. Hopefully the girl would be awake soon and I could find out who she was. Ian would be back by morning was my last thought as my body sunk into the fortress that was my sheets and my mind drifted out into the sea of dreams. Note to Reader: Thanks so much for reading. Please rate for me. I apologize for any small mistakes. I don't know if I want to get an editor for my story or not. Hopefully it was readable without one. :) The Lust of A Wolf Ch. 02 Note to Reader: I apologize for any tense issues. When I get into the swing of writing I forget everything and just live in the moment. I re-read each entry twice before submitting it so that I might catch the mistakes rather than wait for an editor to do their thing. If you are interested in editing this story feel free to email me :) ****** Xavier I woke to the sound of yelling and growling coming from somewhere inside the house. I glanced at the clock a second before I was out the door, racing down the hallway to deal with whatever problem seemed to be so important that it couldn't wait till morning. I understand that werewolves are temperamental, but 3:47 AM is not a good time to show it. Clad in last nights' clothes I made my way down the north wing and arrived at the infirmary where a small handful of people had gathered to observe something going on inside. "Get away from me!" Someone inside the room screamed in a shrill, obviously female voice. A growl released its self from within my chest. The anger radiated off of my body as I realized that someone had disturbed the half werewolf girl. Someone was going to die. The small crowd parted, knowing my intent by the murderous look on my face. I was a blur of motion as I entered the room and threw off the beta that had dared to touch the precious child that was so obviously hurt. Her screamed filled the room as I punched and kicked the dumbass that disturbed her. I saw nothing, but red. Maybe it was his blood; maybe it was my rage that clouded my vision. He may have fought back, but I felt nothing. The ringing in my ears drowned out any growls that I would have heard. The rage hit me so hard that I couldn't fight it. I must protect her. She is precious and small and fragile. I will kill this son-of-a-bitch for even looking at her. I felt a sharp prick near my spine and then I passed out. ******** Elle Damn, my neck hurt. My head was pounding, but my neck felt like fire was searing my skin. I was so tired... so why was I not asleep? Then I felt it. Someone was touching me. Their hands were gliding over my face. It was like nothing I had ever felt before. It was calming. It made me want to curl up around that feeling so that it never stops. The hands were everywhere. They moved down my neck and over my arms, removing some small blanket that covered my torso. I felt the air hit my skin almost painfully. I then realized that this was probably not a dream and some creepy pervert was molesting me. Please be a dream, please be a dream. I opened my eyes and screamed. A man was straddling me, and touching me. His face was pressed against me neck, sniffing it. He instantly took a guarded stance as if he were protecting me from some near danger, almost like something an animal might do to protect its food. His face was beautiful, like some ancient artist had carved him out of stone. His dark, ebony hair shined under the florescent light and his eyes... oh his eyes. The greenest things I had ever seen. Those eyes held every dream and every nightmare that I had ever had. They glittered with wisdom and danger. He wore sweats and no shirt, his impressively muscled chest baring no hair. Damn he was hot. I snapped out of my daze and realized that I was topless and being straddled by a complete stranger, in some weird white room that I certainly didn't fall asleep in. And I was in pain. My neck throbbed and pulsed, but that didn't matter quit as much to me as getting this brute off of me. "Get away from me!" I screamed at the top of my lungs hoping that someone would come and rescue me. The large mass of a man wrapped his arms around me and lifted me into his arms as if to protect me. He growled like an animal, deep in his throat. I screamed again. He can't be human. I could barely see anything around him, but what I did see shocked me. A small group of people surrounded the doorway. None of them entering or even trying to help me. They just stared in shock at the person holding me. Another large man, slightly larger than the one holding me, raced into the room so fast that I could barely see him. He gripped the back of my captors' shirt, pulled him into the air and then I was falling. I screamed again, more from shock than anything else, as I landed on the bed. I turned my head quickly to see the smaller of the two men hit the wall... hard. The wall dented but miraculously didn't break. The larger man then pounced on the smaller one and pound on him so fast that I never saw his arms move. Blood was flying as the room filled with growls and screams that I realized were coming from me. The smaller man fought back but, caught by surprise, could barely get his limbs working. A man in scrubs came in with a syringe filled with a clear liquid and immediately plunged in into the rage filled mans spine. He instantly slumped to the ground. Another massive male came in and dragged him outside somewhere. The doctor-man then knelt down by the unconscious brute and seemed to be evaluation his injuries. A very tall, 20-something year old woman walked through the door and moved toward me, careful not to frighten me. "I am here to help you. I know you don't understand anything that just happened, but I am going to help you and take you somewhere safe." She assured me, with a kind smile. Were all of these people drop dead gorgeous? She grabbed my hand and removed the I.V. that had been placed there. Am I in a hospital? I was speechless by what I had seen, hoping that this was all a dream and that I would just wake up in my room. Of course it's a dream, I chided myself. What if it wasn't though? Damn. One fucking thing after another. My mom is going to be pissed. The lady then picked me up into her arms as if I were a pillow. Damn these people are strong. What the actual fuck? She quickly carried me out of the room and away from the wounded man. The people outside parted for her, gaping at me. My neck and head throbbed in protest of my movements. What happened last night? I am obviously hung over. I was too in shock to care that I was being starred at, that I was topless, or that everyone around me was more than a little attractive and insane. The lady carried me down the beautiful, lavish hallways. The cream colored walls were covered in extravagant paintings and pictures of faraway places. I imagined myself there now, lying on a towel, on a beach, sticking my toes in the sand and washing it all away in the ocean. Anywhere is better than here. What had just happened? Is that man okay? Where am I? Who are these people? Damn, my neck hurts. "I will answer all of your question as soon as we get to your room" She said, as if reading my mind. Her face displayed little emotion as we glided down the hallway, passing door after door. "My room?" I asked, confused. "Yes," She replied cautiously, "You must stay here until we figure out what to make of you. It seems that not only has our Alpha taken a liking to you, but his second in command has as well. You are also half werewolf which is a very rare thing in our world." "Werewolf? You have got to be joking! You think werewolves exist?" I laughed as best I could with my raw voice. I must be in the nut house! That might explain the doctor. The woman sighed dramatically. "By your reaction to this whole thing, and your situation entirely, I am going to assume that you know nothing about what you are, let alone what we are." She paused and turned into a room on the right. It was huge to say the least. Coming in from the well lit hallway, and seeing as how it was still dark outside, I could barely see anything, but what I could see over whelmed the inner creative demon inside of me. It was beautiful. The walls were white, with small details that I couldn't make out. As the lady sat me carefully on the bed I took in the rest of the space. One wall was black and checkered with mirror squares. The four poster bed that I was placed on was covered in the most beautiful quilt I had ever seen. It was also adorned with an assortment of different pillows that complimented everything nicely. A canopy draped the posters of the bed and made everything seem more fairy tale like. The expensive dressers and chairs, all made from some lavish wood, lined the walls. Somebody is making bank! Were all the rooms like this? The lady stared at me, watching my facial expressions and smiled at my amazement. "When can I go home?" I asked, running my fingers over the quilt beneath me. "I don't know. I know that your neck probably hurts and you have a ton of questions, but I am very tired. Our hunt ran late last night and as soon as we got back Ian started acting weird. I promise to answer any questions that you have later. For now, try to sleep." I was not even going to ask about the "hunt" or this Ian guy so I just nodded and moved back lying my head on the pillow and placing my feet on the bed. "I'll bring you some water and pain reliever." She said before slipping out of the room and returning with a glass and two small white pills. I swallowed them, trying not to tilt my neck too much, and chugged the water after suddenly realizing how thirsty I was. She left with a "good night" and headed back to wherever they keep the crazies in this place. Apparently it wasn't too far away from medication and glass. I shuddered. I laid my head back down and, as the pain in my neck faded, so did the world. Note To Reader: Thank you SOOOOO much for reading. I know it took me a while to bring this one, but the need to write was just not present until tonight. Keep in mind that these chapters take hours to write so it does take a bit of influence from my muse to get me to begin one :) Thanks for the support. All of your feedback, not only helps me construct the new chapter with a better state of mind, but also helps me make it better and easier to read for those grammar natzis like myself. And again as mentioned in the beginning of this chapter, if anyone feels frogy, email me to let me know if you want to edit my chapters as they come.