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****** How to be a Monster ******
by Bara_Kasumi_(Orchid_Kasumi)
Summary
     For three years, Ivan and his siblings have lived in the wild as
     Gammas: wolves with no pack. However, while out hunting they are
     caught inside of a packs territory and are faced with a choice: die
     then and there as payment, or one of them must become the pack's new
     Omega. Ivan volunteers...
Notes
     Warning: This story is going to be intense and graphic. If you are
     squimish and not comfortable with the more extreme kinks than I
     suggest you probably not continue with this story. I do want to try
     and world-build of course, but examining the darkness of Omegaverse
     especially with Werewolf hiarchies is always fun too. I will mark the
     begining of each chapter with warning so keep an eye on them please!
     Enjoy!
See the end of the work for more notes
***** The Choice *****
                     Warnings: Implied rape, piss marking
 
The mountainside was little more than a flurry of snow and wind, nearly
completely obscuring the trees and boulders that dotted the landscape. Though
it was actually mid-morning the storm made it seem like early evening. Very few
trickles of light broke through the clouds, only to be disbursed by the thick
snowflakes. No sane creature would be out hunting at this hour, but Ivan would
not consider himself nor his siblings sane at this point. Hunger was making
them desperate and it was better than hunkering down in their makeshift den,
piled together around little Natalya and waiting to die.
The storm had raged for three days, they could not afford to linger in the
safety of their shelter any longer. So, making sure that the pup was tucked
safely under a bed of leaves and brambles, hidden from view, they pushed
several large rocks in front of the den entrance and headed out into the white.
It was slow going. Even in wolf form with their thick silvery fur, the mountain
air was cold. And even with their sharp violet eyes, it was hard to see amidst
the heavy snowfall.
Still, they had to try. They spread out slowly from the den, pushing further
into the trees that they were calling a temporary home. For the umpteenth time
in the past three years, Ivan wondered if things would have been easier to
remain part of the pack. And for the umpteenth time right afterwards, he
mentally kicked himself. There was no way he would have stayed behind as his
two sisters vanished into the night! And there was no way he could stay after
he learned about what had happened to his sister. His brave, kind big sister...
Three years ago, Ivan and his siblings had belonged to a pack. It was in the
East, a long way from their current mountain home and much more Northern. Life
had been rough as the terrain was icy and barren in many places, but the pack
always persevered. The game that they did catch was often large as it hunted
away the smaller prey, so at least they had a decent amount of meat to eat. It
was the members of the pack that had driven them away. Ivan still had
nightmares about Katsuya's screams as the Alpha came for her and many others at
night. And from the way his sisters looked most mornings he could guess that
the past still haunted their sleep as well. It made his heart ache and so...
No, he had no regrets about leaving with Katsuya and Natalya. Ivan and his
sisters, the elder Katsuya and the younger Natalya, were now Gammas: wolves
without a pack. Gammas are a bit like Betas in that they do not suffer a heat,
nor are they capable of being pregnant, which makes life as a nomad much easier
to bare without being made useless for a week to months at a time. However, as
a Gamma it is more painful to shift into wolf form as the sense of self-
assurance and guidance that comes with being in a pack, of being led by an
Alpha, is lost. Gammas are also weaker in both physicality and senses than Beta
for the same reasons. At least Gammas could still take an Omega or any of the
natural beasts that roam the mountain.
Katsuya's whine, still audible over the wind, pulled Ivan from his thoughts.
Ears and nose lifted, he catches the scent of another hot blooded creature
roaming the forest before him. His tail gives a wag as he recognizes it:
moose!! The lumbering creature is moving slowly in front of them, Ivan can
recognize its shape now. A sickly, starving thing like themselves. It will be
an easy kill, even for two weakened Gammas. Ivan gives a bark to signal that
they should attack. Katsuya charges alongside him, eyes bright with the thought
of having something hot in their stomachs for once. Even if the moose is old
and dying it will feed the three of them for a week at least! 
Ivan slams into the unsuspecting creature, teeth and claws sinking into a thick
hide. The beast goes down with a bellow of pain. However, it is not the only
noise of pain to reach the wolf's sensitive ears. Ivan rears back as Katsuya's
startled yip puts a cold coil in his belly. Whipping around, a snarl builds in
the young Gamma's throat when he sees an unfamiliar wolf tumbling through the
snow with his sister. The new wolf has a dark golden fur, almost brown. Katsuya
is putting up a good fight, but this wolf has weight on her. Ivan charges to
his sister's side, barreling into the strange wolf and knocking him off of her.
His nose, burried in the other beast's coat as they roll along the ground,
reeks of Beta. That scent just makes the cold feeling in Ivan's stomach worse.
This is a Beta. A pack wolf. Which means... the rest of his hunting party can't
be far behind. 
Giving one final chomp to stun the other wolf, Ivan lets go and races back to
the moose. He tears off a steaming hunk of meat and tosses it to his sister.
They need to go! The moose is bellowing in rage and pain, thrashing like a mad
thing. Ivan barely dodges a flailing hoof to steal a strip of thigh. This will
have to do. Hopefully, leaving the prey will distract the pack wolf and the
storm will cover their tracks as they race back to the den. Ivan turns and runs
into the storm with his sister. The knot in his belly explodes into panic as a
chorus of howling grows from behind them. He pants, working his tired body to
run faster, but, the hunting party is too close.
A wolf slams into Ivan from behind, knocking him to the ground. Ivan chokes on
the hunk of meat hanging from his mouth. He spits it out in favor of snarling
and biting at his attacker. It is the gold-brown wolf from before. Ivan can see
his dark blue eyes now that they are nose to nose. The other beast swipes at
his muzzle, trying to keep him pinned, trying to force him to expose his
throat. Ivan thrashes, bucking and twisting his body, anything to get free. It
is the scream of a small child that forces him to freeze, the scream of a human
child.
He looks over in horror to see that his sister has also been pinned by two pack
wolves. A third is dragging his human, naked little sister through the snow by
her arm which is clenched in its jaws. When did she follow them? It drops her
and pins her on her back with a paw pressed to her belly. It is not a hard feat
to keep her down, for Natalya is little more than a toddler in terms of human
years and she instinctually grows quiet, tilting her head back and and closing
her eyes when the wolf thrusts his nose under her chin.  Panic shocks Ivan back
to his human form. He ignores the wolf still pinning him and the wind and snow
cutting into his skin, to try and reach for his kid sister, "No! Don't hurt
her!"
A large boot suddenly comes crashing down on Ivan's hand. He hears a crunch and
bites back a cry of pain. The pressure increases and a whine slips free. Ivan
glares up to see a human looking man, save for pointed ears and fluffy tail,
 standing over him. The man is wearing hiking boots, jeans and a blue flannel
shirt. His wheat colored hair is wind sweapt and a pair of snow splattered
glasses are perched on his nose. Ivan catches his scent and feels his body
automatically try to press further into the ground: Alpha.  "Is that your pup?"
The man asks. "She tracked you all the way out here in this storm, impressive."
"Sister." Ivan corrects, daring to try and tug his hand free. Another snap,
this time in one of his fingers, makes him go still and yip in pain. "Fuck! We
didn't mean to enter your territory! The storm washed away any of your markers!
Let us go, we'll leave now." Ivan can hear Natalya whimpering quietly over the
sound of the wind.  "We're sorry. Please let us go."
"I don't think so." The Alpha gives his hand a final stomp before stepping
away. To Ivan's horror, he walks over to the wolf pinning Natalya and yanks her
from is grasp. Hauling her up, he gives her a quick sniff before dropping her
in the snow. "They weren't sent by Blood Fang." He announces. "They're just
some wandering Gammas."
Ivan looks around to see that other wolves have gathered around them. Several
of them relaxed and sat down with the wag of a tail while others continued to
shift from foot to foot with aggressive nervousness. 
"But..." The Alpha is speaking again, a curious tone in his voice, "That still
leaves the question of what to do with you three." Ivan notices that he glances
at a smaller dusty brown wolf at the far edge of the circle of onlookers. The
wolf doesn't move but lowes its gaze. 
"We should just kill them." Another human voice speaks up. Ivan glances over to
see a blond human male with scruffy hair crouching in the snow. His knees are
pulled up to his chest for minimal warmth and he glares at the Gammas with cold
green eyes. Ivan thinks of jade that has been encased in ice. "We don't need
more mouths to feed."  
The Alpha turns towards him. Ivan can no longer see his expression, but the
smaller blond shrinks back. "Artie," The Alpha's tone is sing-songy but even
Ivan can feel the annoyance bubbling beneath the surface, "Shut up will ya?"
Artie looks down, shifting back into the form of a wolf. The wolf pinning Ivan
gives as a small, coughing laugh. Artie shoots a glare in their direction
before lowering his gaze again. 
"Sorry about Artie, he has no filter sometimes." The Alpha says, tone
conversational once again. "Now, as I was saying... what should we do with
you?" He tilts his head, "We could kill you like Artie says."
Natalya begins to cry and the wolf above her gives a warning growl but the
child is too far gone in her terror. The Alpha ignored her and carried on as if
he had not been interrupted again, "Or one of you could become our new Omega."
Ivan swallowed hard and glanced over at Katsuya. His sister had her ears
pressed down flat against her head and she was trembling hard. Death or be an
Omega. Ivan could see the war raging in his sister's mind. To go back to the
very life that they had fled. What if this Alpha was as bad as their old one?
Would death be better?
"I'll do it!" The words were out of his mouth before he had even realized he
was thinking them. Ivan felt his own heart skip a beat in terror. 
The Alpha looked down at him, tilting his head in consideration.
"If... if you make my sisters a proper part of your pack, if you say you'll
take care of them, I'll be an Omega." Ivan said, his voice shaking.
The Alpha snorted, "I'm an Alpha, not a monster kid. I take care of my pack, so
long as they know their place." He motioned with one hand and the other wolf
got off of Ivan. Ivan pushed himself to his knees, but a hand on the back of
his neck stopped him from going any further, forcing him to kneel. The Alpha
leans over him, unfastening the zipper of his jeans with the other hand,
pulling free a large veiny cock. "My name is Alfred of Steel Claw and from this
day until the day I die, I will be your Alpha." 
"I accept," Ivan said dryly, feeling sick. "As Ivan the O-omega of Steel Claw."
"Good boy."
Ivan closed his eyes and tried not to vomit as Alfred pissed over him, marking
him as a member of Steel Claw. Around them, the wolves began to howl. 
***** Steel Claw *****
Chapter Summary
     Ivan and his sisters are taken to Steel Claw and introduced to the
     rest of the pack.
                          Warnings: Unwanted groping
After Alfred had shaken himself and dried the tip of his cock in Ivan's snow
crusted hair, he let the new Omega stand. Alfred did not remove his hand from
the back of Ivan's neck however, constantly pressing the reality that he was
certainly in control of their situation. Still, it put a surprising note of
amusement that Alfred was only a few inches taller than him. Perhaps he was
just small for an Alpha? But... the creep from his last pack had always seemed
so much bigger. The thought distracted him long enough that he even allowed
Alfred to lightly prod his neck to force him to walk.
Paw falls trailed them and Ivan saw that they were being led to a large pick up
truck. Several dog crates were stashed in the bed. "Get the girls into the
crates." Alfred's hand tightened a little on Ivan, "He rides with me."
It was a minor relief to see that the wolves allowed Katsuya to crawl inside
the same crate as Natalya, curling her furry body around her to keep her warm.
Ivan tried to give them a smile through the bars of the crate, but he wasn't
quite sure he managed it. Natalya was still crying into their big sister's fur
as Alfred let him around to the front of the truck. "Hey, Mattie."
Alfred opened the passenger door to the truck and Ivan was surprised to notice
that there was someone already sitting inside and at how familiar his face was.
The man in the driver's seat could have been Alfred's double, down to the
glasses he wore. But, the more Ivan looked the more he saw the differences
between them. The driver had lightly curled hair and his eyes were a pale
lilac, almost silver looking in the dim light. The stranger nodded to Ivan, a
small smile on his lips before turning his attention to the Alpha, "I see why
you wanted the crates. I was worried..." He seemed to hesitate, censoring
himself in Ivan's presence, "Glad you're all safe."
"Yeah." Alfred nudged Ivan aside to climb into the passenger's seat. He hauled
Ivan up onto his lap, holding him there, naked and wet. At least the truck had
heating going full blast and Alfred was warm against his bare back. Hopefully
he would dry on the journey to the pack den. But, the Alpha didn't seem to mind
his current condition as he shut the door. "The pack should be happy." His arms
tightened around Ivan a little, "We have a new Omega."
The driver, Ivan tried to remember his name, Mattie was it? Nodded, his smile
brightening a little, "That will make the others happy." He glanced into the
review mirror as they began driving through the snowy landscape. It seemed that
the wolves were running alongside the truck, making the oddest caravan in
history. "What's his name?"
"My name is-" Ivan started, but broke off in a hiss when one of Alfred's hands
found his broken one and clenched tight. "This is Ivan." Alfred said, "I'm
guessing he's been a Gamma for a long ass time since his manners are so
horrible."
"Mm..." Matthew gave a small hum and continued to drive. Ivan forced himself to
relax and Alfred released his hand, returning his arms to a hold around the new
Omega's waist. But it did not remain still for long. As they drove, Alfred
began to nuzzle the back of Ivan's neck and his hands wandered the Gamma's
sides, working the drying urine over his belly and chest. Ivan closed his eyes.
Alfred's hot breath ghosted over the skin of his nape and shoulders, leaving
goosebumps in its wake. Scenting. Ivan realized, even as he grew more and more
uncomfortable with the closeness. Alfred was disbursing his own scent over
Ivan's skin so that his pack did not react badly to his own unfamiliar musk as
a Gamma. That was the point of marking, but it was going to take at least a
week of scenting to get rid of any strangeness completely.
Ivan shot a glance over at Matthew, looking for some support, or even
distraction in the form of conversation. But, the Beta was looking pointedly
out the window forcing Ivan to deal with his Alpha's actions with no means of
escape. The ride was bumpy and long with Alfred touching him all over. Ivan
couldn't even keep his legs pressed closed because when he tried, Alfred's
teeth scrapped along the back of his neck and a warning growl sounded in his
ear. You are an Omega. That growl said. Your body is mine to do with as I
please. Ivan took a shaky breath and parted his thighs for the taller blond.
Alfred huffed in pleasure and ran his hand over Ivan's cock as though measuring
him before taking his time and tracing nonsensical patterns over the younger
wolf's inner thighs.
Alfred chuckled when he pinched a certain spot on Ivan's thigh and the Gamma
gave an audible gasp and jerked over his lap. The chuckle gave way to a small
hiss when the treatment made Ivan squirm. The ashen haired wolf soon realized
why when the smell of arousal reached his nose which quickly wrinkled. He had
been grinding himself over the Alpha's lap! "You seem like quite a natural."
Alfred murmured in his ear, "You'll have nothing to worry about once you're
properly turned."
Ivan twisted his head around to let out an indignant, enraged retort, but
Mattie saved him. The Beta cleared his throat, "We're here."
The Gamma turned hs head and looked out the front window of the car, noting
that they were at what looked to be the enerace to an old mountain campground
complete with a small circe of log cabins around a fire pit. The camp was
ringed by impossibly tall trees which did a good job of keeping most of the
snow and wind from getting in. Matthew made to turn off the ignition as the
hunting party streamed into camp ahead of them but Alfred shook his head,
"Drive up to the pit. I don't want any of the others over reacting if we just
have them walk in."
"Good point." Matthew relented. He drove them straight up to the roaring fire
pit. The hunting party circled them, howling again. This brought others out of
the cabins and they all gathered around the fire pit. Ivan knew that they could
smell newcomers because most of the adults and even the children stood tense
with watchful, wary expressions. Alfred opened the passenger door and gently
patted Ivan's outer thigh, "Up you get Omega."
Ivan stepped back out into the cold, shivering. He watched as the crate was
lifted by two of the now naked wolves as set beside the truck. The door opened
and both Katsuya and Natalya trotted out in wolf form. Natalya immediantly
cowered upon seeing so many strange wolves. She ducked under Katsuya's legs,
trembling from head to foot. Ivan feld his chest ache for them once more. But
he couldn't properly dwell on it because Alfred was once again pushing him
along to circle the fire pit. They climbed the steps of the cabin closest to
the fire, the biggest, Ivan noticed and turned to face the crowd. He was at
least allowed to cover himself then, arms wrapping around and legs crossing
just so. 
"Today we have collected two new members of our pack." Alfred said, he gestured
to Ivan's sisters, "I hope you all will do your best to induct them properly
into our pack." The the words were phrased like a request but the order in them
rang throughout. Some of the people and wolves, Ivan noted, looked disgruntled
but did not dare object. Alfred seemed to sense their discomfort for he quickly
followed up the statement with, "One of them also graciously volunteered to be
our new Omega. Allow me to introduce you to Ivan."
He stared out at the crowd, trying not to shake. But, the reaction was almost
instantanious. The pack relaxed. An Omega, he would not be something to worry
about. Some of them even clapped after the announcement. But, Ivan spotted
Arttie lingering at the edge of the circle. He had wrapped himself in a thick
blanket and reverted back to human form, holding a small boy, probably
Natalya's age to his chest. Arttie was still glaring at them, but upon meeting
Ivan's own gaze looked away. There was at least one person unhappy with the way
things were going... If Alfred noticed he didn't comment on Arttie's behavior.
Instead, he merelt finished up their introductions by having Ivan introduce his
sisters.  
The little boy in Arthur's arms jumped down as Natalya reverted back to her
human form. Ivan noticed that he had blond hair like Arthur, but blue eyes. Was
he Arttie's pup? He took off his own coat as he ran forwards and put it around
her shoulders. Natalya flinched but offered him a slight smile of gratitude.
The boy grinned brightly and ran back to Arthur. After this, the rest of the
pack moved forwards, bringing a blanket for Katsuya to wrap herself in and Ivan
heard someone should for a 'Francis' to get food for the new members. Seeing
the warmer welcome made Ivan relax. He moved to take a step down to join his
sisters, but Alfred held him back.
"Not yet Ivan." Alfred said, "We have a lot of work to do before you're ready
to walk amoungst my pack as an Omega."
Ivan's stomach dropped. How could he forget this part of making an Omega?
Perhaps, his mind had merely wished that there was some other way. Hoped tha
Alfred would do this some other way...
His legs tensed, threatening to bolt. Alfred's blue eyes darkened behind his
glasses as they read the new Omega's intent. In one grand motion he sweapt up
the ashen haired wolf and carried him in to the cabin behind them. Ivan barely
had time to cry out as the door was slammed shut and locked behind them.
 
Next Chapter: Alfred tries to talk to Katsuya about their past and takes the
first steps into turning Ivan into a proper Omega. 
***** The Nest *****
Chapter Summary
     Alfred begins Ivan's transition before learning about Katsuya's
     tragic past in an attempt to understand Ivan better.
Chapter Notes
     This chapter has some vague yet heavy subject matter.
   Warnings: Past rape of minors, past torture of minors, isolation torture,
                           explanation of mind break
Ivan struggled, but after the stress of the hunt, the fight and three days of
no eating, his resistance was rather laughable. Alfred was able to easily pull
him into the room where he dumped him unceremoniously on the bed. The moment he
was released, Ivan scrambled up onto hands and knees, teeth bared, a snarl
climbing up his throat. There was no way he would let himself be taken this
early.
But, to his surprise, Alfred did not try to follow him up onto the bed.
Instead, the Alpha was calmly wiping off his glasses and brushing flecks of
snow from his hair. "Don't worry kiddo." Alfred said, flashing him an easy
smile, "We won't start until tomorrow. I'm not sure what you were used to in
your old pack but, we do things differently down here."
Ivan's eyes narrowed as he watched Alfred calmly go about grooming himself with
fingers. "And just how exactly do you do things down here?"
Blue eyes flashed over the rims of now clean glasses. A warning.
"We do the basics: nesting, scenting, and grooming. You've been a Gamma for a
while now so I guess you'll be in transition for a bit longer than most. But my
Betas and I will take care of yo-- hey!"
Ivan had bolted from the bed, crouching in the corner of the room, expression
more beast than boy at this point. Even his words came out garbled and twisted,
"There's no way I'm letting you hunt me! I won't nest!! You can't make me, I
volunteered for this."
Hunt? Was that what his old pack had called transitioning? Alfred wondered as
he stared in mild shock at the trembling form of the younger wolf before him.
No, that couldn't just be it. The word held too much... wrongness and fear when
Ivan spoke it to be a simple transitioning ritual. Contrary to popular belief,
it is possible for wolves to change rank outside of becoming a Gamma. Anyone,
even Alphas can be knocked down the ranks. But, it is impossible to become an
Alpha unless you are marked as such from birth. Alfred had that mark, he felt
it every day, just above his belly button, heated with the power he had to
control.
Point is, anyone could become an Omega if they are trained properly, even this
frigid, over reactive Gamma. All it takes is some coaxing and adjustments.
First, a potential Omega is marked by the pack's Alpha. He'd done that. Then,
the Omega is nested, somewhere dark, warm and soft, surrounded by the scent of
the Alpha and a select few Betas. It gives them time to get used to being
subjugated by those they once held as comrades. Normally, the Omega are left
isolated for a day or so to calm themselves, but Ivan looked so skinny and
ragged that Alfred wasn't sure that was the best course of action. Perhaps it
would be best to simply combine the different aspects.
Scenting is when the scent of the Alpha and other Beta are used to overwhelm
every bit of the scent that was once the Omega's own. Normally this is done by
marking the new Omega, inside and out. Omega always smells like the pack, for
they are dependent on the pack. Finally, the Omega is groomed through repeated
bouts of breeding until their body reacts by sending the Omega into its first
ever heat. The heat is an ultimate form of submission for wolves as it allows
their bodies to be used in the most intimate of ways.
The first heat is also the most dangerous for an Omega. Sometimes, there are
too many Betas present, even Alpha have fallen into the trap of getting too
worked up. Fights break out in the confined space of the nest and the Omega is
killed along with other wolves. Other times, the heat is too intense and they
burn up, unable to take the change. Looking at the crouching wolf before him
Alfred swore that he was not going to let that happen to Ivan. There was
something broken about him, the same thing about his other siblings too. And,
Alfred, like any proper Alpha in his opinion, wanted to fix that brokenness. He
wanted to own them and mend them. The thought of the trio of siblings no longer
looking so lost and forlorn made his tail wag. Undaunted by Ivan's resisting
form, Alfred stepped forward, hand extended.
"It's alright my Omega." He crooned, "I'm going to be gentle with you. You have
to trust me. I'm Alpha."
That did it. The assertion of dominance was enough to get Ivan to crawl out of
the corner, and into Alfred's grasp. The Alpha pulled the former Gamma to his
chest. Ivan was starting to stink a bit, but at least he didn't smell as wild.
Or at least, not enough to trigger his aggressive side. Ivan, thankfully,
relented. He leaned into Alfred's chest, the scent of him increasingly familiar
as it clung to his own skin.
"Good boy." Alfred purred, mind still whirling ahead even as his primitive
instincts reveled in the feeling of Ivan's trembling form pressed against him.
"I don't know what you mean by Hunt, but we don't do that in my pack, I'm
sure."
Now, to get him into the nest... Ivan was clearly in no shape to take this sort
of thing head on. Being nested and then fed would surely calm him down. And it
would be pleasurable for them all, or at least Alfred would try his best to
make it so. As an apology for what he was about to do. The nest for new Omega
was placed in a bunker beneath Alfred's cabin. The nest was a spacious, padded
room save for a bucket in the corner to relieve oneself in. It was also filled
with cushions, quilts, furs and pillows that he had scented himself. As time
went on, the Beta he selected to be part of his Grooming Party would add things
they had scented as well, visiting and depositing them with his permission of
course. He had picked his own Cabin so that he would be the first to respond to
the Omega's needs as well as be the first to relieve his own. Access to the
nest was granted by a trap door that was conveniently just behind them. It
would be simple to flick open the switch and toss his new little prize inside.
But he needed one thing from Ivan first.
"Tell me what you are again." Alfred said calmly, stroking his fingers down
Ivan's grimy spine, feeling each ridge. "Name yourself for me once again."
The younger wolf shuddered in his grasp, Ivan was calming down, steeling
himself for what was to come. "I am Ivan, the Omega of Steel Claw."
"And who am I?"
"You are my Alpha, Alfred." Ivan said dutifully. Good to know he knew at least
the basics of the ritual. "You will lead me under the moonlight."
"I will." Alfred vowed, ending the opening lines. The hand on Ivan's back
lifted away, sliding, open a panel just behind them. He grasped the handle
underneath, "And as your Alpha, you have to trust me."
Ivan flinched when the trap door opened with a simple flick of Alfred's wrist.
He didn't struggle when the Alpha lifted him up over the entrance. It was a
short fall and the landing would be soft, he had jumped down himself many a
time during preparations. Ivan was safe. But, it was the glassy, absolutely
horrified look that filled Ivan's eyes to the brim with tears that put
something cold and sharp in Alfred's belly. But the look was noticed too late.
The Alpha dropped his new Omega into the nest and locked the trap door over
him.
Standing, Alfred shoved his shaking hands into his pockets. Transitioning
Omegas is done this way all over the world. This should be normal. He shouldn't
feel so horrible just because of one look. Ivan would adjust. Giving a quiet
snort, Alfred turned and left his cabin. But, just to be safe, he was going to
ask Katsuya about how Omegas were made in their old pack...
                                     *~*~*
He found the eldest of the Gamma siblings sitting at a table in the communal
cabin, a cup of cocoa clutched in her hands. There were other wolves both human
and non milling about. They seemed to be giving her space and the casual
glances sent the fragile woman's way was not hostile which made Alfred relax as
well. His pack really was awesome, accepting these Gamma so easily. Then again,
it probably helped that he had named their only male as his new Omega.
"Evening ma'am." Alfred said smoothly as he walked up to the woman and sat a
crossed from her.
Katsuya tensed and lowered her gaze automatically, "Alpha." "Hey now, you can
relax. Call me Alfred, or Al." Alfred said calmly, giving her an easy smile.
The female wolf hesitantly returned it, but she returned it none the less. It
melted some of the cold that had been creeping through his veins after dropping
Ivan into the nest. His sisters were adjusting. And maybe they could help
him...
"How are you doing? Is everyone treating you well? Have you been given a place
to stay yet?" Alfred asked, glancing over at the other wolves. They were smart
and drifted off to the corners of the room, becoming grossly absorbed in their
own conversations or upping the rabble over games of poker.
"Yes, thank you. Everyone has been very kind." Katsuya took another sip of her
cocoa, "Natalia and I will be staying in the cabin just to the left of yours
with several other female Beta." Her smile became more genuine, "I'm Katsuya by
the way and how... how is Vanya?"
"Katsuya. That's lovely. Um... Vanya?"
"Oh sorry. It is a nickname we have for our brother." The she wolf looked down
again, "Is he okay? I do not know how you train Omega here but back home we..."
Katsuya trailed off again, fidgeting in her seat, wary eyes glancing at the
other wolves. Alfred swallowed now wondering just how badly he had fucked up by
dropping Ivan into the nest. Reaching out, he laid his hand over Katsuya's.
"Everyone out."
It was a testament to his power as an Alpha that every single wolf in the room
filed out, even those who had half finished food still. Katsuya stammered but
Alfred cut her off, "Don't worry. They can get more food later, I need you to
tell me how things went in your old pack."
The Alpha lightly squeezed her hand, "Tell me what the Hunt is."
A haunted look came into the woman's eyes. Her hand twitched under his but she
did not try to pull away. How long had it been since Katsuya, if she had ever,
had someone to confide in?  "Are you sure you want to know?"
"I am." Alfred met her haunted gaze with one of determination.
"The Alpha would pick three Omegas every couple of years. He picked them based
on looks and when I was fifteen, I caught him staring at me. But, I was too
afraid to run back then. Natalia had just been born and she was already sick
and Ivan was only twelve at the time.... so I didn't try to run. Three nights
later, I was hunted."
Alfred didn't dare ask about anything. He just let Katsuya talk.
"In our old pack, the Alpha would pick out a Grooming party and they would hunt
the new Omega. It started with them howling and breaking into your room at
night. You had to be quick, they would beat you more if you didn't give them a
good run." A note of pride slipped into Katsuya's voice, "I made it until day
break, I saw the sun rise. I was fast back then, really fast. I ran into the
hills and squeezed myself between rocks and spaces too small for them to fit
through. But... like all of the others I couldn't run forever."
The mug trembled in her hand. Alfred gently rubbed his thumb against the one he
was holding. "Only tell me as much as you want to. But I need to know anything
that you think will help me transition Ivan easier. You've been through so much
already, and I'm sorry for that."
"Thank you, but, it feels good to talk about it. It has helped, will you bear
with me? I have never told anyone..."
"Until the end."
"After they catch you, they take you to the Nest. It's... it's not really a
nest, more of a hole in the ground with a mattress at the bottom." Alfred's
heart sank a bit, merging with the icy lake of dread that was filling his
stomach. "The hole was covered up with a steel plate and held down by a rock,
there was only a little space for air and light, just enough to live. I was
down there for three days and the Alpha and his party would take turns...
jerking themselves off over the edge and me or... or relieving themselves on
me... But that wasn't the worst part. The worst part was being alone in the
dark. I was grateful when they came for me, they didn't have to groom me that
hard before I went into my first heat."
Katsuya paused for breath. Alfred's hand was trembling along with her own now.
"Alpha... Alfred... why are you asking me about these things?"
"Ivan mentioned the Hunt. I needed to know what it was. Let me assure you that
I have never, nor will I ever subject my Omegas to something so horrible. It
was completely wrong what was done to you!" Alfred said indignantly. It was
there that he faltered, "But, does Ivan know how all of this works?"
A stupid question.
Katsuya closed her eyes, "Worse. One night... shortly before we ran.... Ivan
tried to stop him when the Alpha came for me. Enraged, the Alpha dropped him
into the nest and left him in there for a week. I thought... I thought I was
going to get a corpse instead of my brother back."
The woman took a long breath, slowly looking up at him, "But we are here now
and your pack has been so wonderful. You have no idea how grateful I am for
that, even if they are only being kind because you order them to do so. You are
a good Alpha, Alfred."
"Alfred?"
The Alpha had bolted up from his chair. Ivan had only been in there for a short
while, that wasn't enough time to go into a panic attack was it? Alfred had
just told Ivan to trust him before locking him in another dark hole. How could
he be so stupid?
"M-Mr. Alfred? What's wrong?" Katsuya looked absolutely terrified now. "
Sorry Kat." Alfred said hurriedly, "I-I have to go." The Alpha bolted from the
mess cabin. He could hear the screams from beneath the ground before he even
reached the door.
Next Time: Alfred turns to Arthur to try and rectify his mistake.
***** Bathwater *****
Chapter Summary
     Alfred seeks help from Arthur after pulling Ivan from the nest.
Chapter Notes
     Our first bit of "smut", whoo~
Warnings: Mind break, non-con grinding, non-con thigh fucking, non-con bath sex
                                   (kind of)
Shit. Shit, shit, shit.
Alfred's mind was a jumbled mantra as he fumbled to unlock the cabin door and
open it. The screaming suddenly cut off and Alfred nearly panicked. If it were
anyone else, any other Omega candidate that he was hearing scream, the Alpha
probably wouldn't have reacted so strongly. He would have waited it out. But,
with everything Katsuya told him, he had not just left Ivan in an uncomfortable
place. He'd trapped him in his personal hell hole.
Alfred still had enough pride as an Alpha to try and deal with this on his own.
Sure, some of his pack members might have seen him sprint pell mess a cross the
camp to his cabin, but they could assume anything from that. So long as they
didn't smell the adrenaline or something like that. But, he'd be damned if they
got to stand in the doorway and watch him panic. Alfred closed and locked the
door again before quickly opening the trap door. It made him flinch when he saw
light claw marks in the wood. Ivan had jumped, trying to force it open.
"Ivan?"
The nest is quiet and dark, not even his sensitive ears can pick out anything
more than quiet breathing. The realization that Ivan is still alive down there,
that he had not clawed his own throat out in terror, calms the heady thrumming
of his heart. Alfred took a breath, "I'm coming down Ivan."
He stared into the darkness, able to pick out a form huddled under the blanket
in the corner of the room. A lot of the cushions and pillows strewn around it
were torn to shreds. Dropping down into the semi-dark, Alfred noticed that the
ground also stunk a bit, Ivan had wet himself from fear. His ears drooped at
the thought that he had broken down so quickly. Transitions were supposed to be
gradual and not force the candidate to shut down completely.
Alfred sighed heavily and made his way over to the trembling lump under the
blanket, "Ivan I'm going to pick you up. Don't struggle."
The statement had an Alpha's command in it, but Alfred was still expecting to
have to enforce it. He was planning on Ivan being something spitting and wild,
spurred on by the horrors of his past. What shocked him, was that he was able
to pick up the Omega without any resistance what-so-ever. Ivan flopped in his
arms, head lolling back and peeking out of the blanket. Alfred felt his gut
roll when he saw the glassy look in Ivan's eyes had intensified, making him
look dead already.
Shit.
Alfred easily jumped out of the nest, landing on the floor of his cabin. He
laid Ivan down on his bed, propping his head comfortably on his favorite
pillow. The gesture did nothing to even change Ivan's tense posture. He
continued to stare into space, curled up and clinging to the blanket as though
his life depended on it. Alfred nearly whined. "Ivan look at me."
Nothing. Alfred bit his lip, running his hand through the greasy, pale hair,
scratching at the base of one folded down, silvery ear to try and bring out
some sort of reaction. Once again, nothing. Alfred removed his hand, thinking
hard. There was one person that he could go and ask help from. It was just
going to cost him. But, without Arthur's advice there was no way he was going
to get Ivan out of this stupor. And who knows when he would snap out of it on
his own... it might take long enough for the pack to start questioning his
authority. And at the very least, he could force Arthur to keep his trap shut
about his mistakes... "Ivan," Alfred said again, gently teasing one of the new
Omega's pointed ears, "I'm going to get a friend to help you. I won't put you
back into the nest until I need to. So, don't run off. Stay here, I'll be right
back."
Trusting his authority as Alpha to keep Ivan in place, Alfred once again left
his cabin. He made himself walk through camp at a moderate pace. There was no
one really out and about to witness him, but he would rather not take any
chances. Arthur's cabin wasn't that far anyway. As he reached the door and
raised a hand to knock, Alfred was surprised to hear more than one voice from
inside.
"Look, Arthur, it would mean a lot more if they came from you instead of me."
That was Toris, why was he visiting Arthur? The blond spitfire hated the
brunette former Omega. The bizarre dialogue couple was enough to pause Alfred
at the door for just a little bit longer. "
I doubt it. Besides, what am I supposed to say when he asks how I got them."
Arthur sounded annoyed, Alfred could practically imagine him rocking back on
his chair lightly, feet balanced on the dinner table.
"That I dropped them off. I'm going hunting tonight so I won't have time to
pass them along anyway. Besides, I think the sooner the Omega starts looking
them over the better. I know I did." Toris' tone is light, trying to bring a
sense of ease to the conversation, to lure Arthur into agreeing with him. "And
they were yours to begin with."
"I gave them to the pack. Nothing was mine back then. Everything is the pack's
when you are an Omega. You know that."
"Arthur..."
Sensing that a fight was about to break out, Alfred knocked three times. There
was a muffled bang as Arthur's chair fell back onto four legs. Not a heart beat
later, the door opened. Alfred smiled down at the blond former Omega before
nodding at his brunette counterpart, "Evening Arthur... Toris."
"Alpha." They chorused.
"Walk with me Artie, there's something I need to talk to you about." Alfred
said, trying too keep his tone casual. Arthur's mouth twisted into a hard line,
like he was about to refuse, but Toris spoke up, "I'll watch Peter for you
Arthur."
The fight left Arthur like a deflated balloon, "Thanks Toris." He said grimly,
"I guess I will take those books now." He turned, holding his hand out for a
box that had been sitting on the table. Toris handed it over and Alfred saw
that it was full to the brim with hand bound leather journals. Alfred closed
the door behind them with another nod to the remaining Beta before following
Arthur out into the snow.
"What do you want to talk to me about?"
"Jeez, did someone put salt in your tea instead of sugar tonight Artie. I
haven't even asked you for anything and you already sound bitter." Alfred said,
quickening his pace to walk alongside the smaller wolf. Arthur snorted, "The
only reason you call me out is to ask me for things. What is it this time?"
"I think I made a mistake with the new Omega." Alfred admitted, "I put him in
the nest and he's freaked out. And not in the normal way, I can't get him to
snap out of it at all."
The green eyed Beta fixed him with a stare, "Why should I help out with that?
I'm not part of the Grooming Party."
"Well I was going to ask you anyway so..."
"No."
"Excuse me?" Alfred stopped walking, his own eyes narrowing, "What did you just
say?"
"No I will not be in the Grooming Party for that brat." Arthur said coldly,
keeping his gaze locked on Alfred's face. "You'll have to force me."
Fuck, he did not have time for this. Alfred's hand whipped out, slapping Arthur
hard across the face. The blow caused him to stumble and drop the box of
journals. The box hit the ground and tipped onto its side, spilling several
books out into the snow. Before Arthur had time to react, Alfred had grabbed
his throat with a low snarl, pulling him close and up into the air, their noses
almost touching. Arthur sputtered, hands scrabbling at Alfred's wrist but the
grip the Alpha had was unbreakable.
"I am Alpha you uppity bitch." Alfred seethed, "I've taken a hell of a lot of
backtalk from you Arthur, because you're one of the oldest members of the pack.
But this time, you've gone too far. We need an Omega.. So get over yourself and
do as I say."
Arthur whined and dropped his gaze. He submitted, hands dropping to hang at his
sides until Alfred lowered him to the ground once again. The smaller blond
coughed as he was released, rubbing his throat, eyes watering and stinging in
the cold.
"If you do a good job, I will name Peter an Alpha candidate." Alfred said.
"Ivan will just have to bare the female Alpha candidate."
Arthur's head snapped up, the reaction would have been comical if not for the
relief in his eyes. "Do you mean it?"
"I wouldn't joke about something like this. If you help me Groom Ivan and don't
give me lip, after he goes into his first heat and lives," Alfred made sure to
stress the word, "I will name Peter my male Alpha candidate."
"I.... Yes, Alpha." Arthur said. He hastily scooped up the box. Alfred shook
his head and walked back to his cabin, Arthur trailing dutifully behind him.
Ivan had not moved from the spot that Alfred had left him in. Whether he was
simply unresponsive still or had stayed put because of Alfred’s order really
couldn’t be said. Arthur quickly set the box down by the door and walked over
to Ivan’s side. He pushed back his bangs, peering down into the young wolf’s
face, “Holy fuck Alfred, what did you do?”
“I put him in the last place he wanted to be.” Alfred said, feeling like a
scorned pup, “His last pack… tortured him by putting him in a nest without food
or water for a week. He probably thought I was going to do something similar.”
A
rthur scoffed, “Fuck… well he’s comatose right now.” The Beta straightened up,
crossing his arms, “We need to wake him up. Most importantly, we need to make
him feel secure. Well, more secure than by just putting him in a place that
will keep him safe. He needs to feel one with pack members.”
“So soon?” Alfred asked, feeling a mix of curious and guilty.
“Stop thinking with your dick.” Arthur sighed, “I’m talking about cuddling and
soft grooming. We could work in some scenting once he snaps out of it enough to
at least talk.”
“Okay. What should we do first?” Alfred moved to stand next to Arthur beside
the bed. He put a hand on the Beta’s shoulder, “Thank you for this Artie.”
The blond slowly shrugged off his touch, “Don’t thank me yet. We haven’t fixed
him.” Arthur scooped up Ivan off of the bed, making sure to keep him wrapped in
the blanket. Once again, Ivan didn’t react, so completely lost in his own head.
“Shit he’s light.” Arthur mumbled, “We’re really going to have to work hard if
we want to follow the usual rituals with this one.”
Looking over at the Alpha, the Beta instructed, “Have Matthew clean the nest,
bring in new scented objects and hang some lights. The colors should be… orange
or soft yellow, nothing white, blue or red. Those would be too harsh for him.
I’m going to draw a bath so hurry and come and join us when you’re done.”
Alfred nodded, “Alright.” He quickly ducked out the door trusting that Arthur
would not do anything else with Ivan while he was gone. Ivan still smelled like
Gamma and that could cause bad reactions in pack wolves. But, Arthur had spent
time as a Gamma too so, hopefully he would keep that instinct in check while
the Alpha was away. Matthew was easy to collect and send off to work, the Beta
never questioned him and for that, Alfred was grateful.
In less than ten minutes he had joined Arthur and Ivan in the bathroom at the
back of his cabin. It was a spacious room, tiled white with a large claw
footted tub and movable shower head hanging down from above it. Arthur was
kneeling next to the tub, Ivan curled up on the rug beside him. The water was
foamy and a pale purple. Alfred sniffed the air, humming. “That smells nice.
What is it?”
“Lavender, chamomile and orange.” Arthur said, “To relax him.” “
That’s good.” Alfred sat down and stroked Ivan’s hair. “
We’re going to have to bathe with him to keep too much scent from being lost.”
Arthur instructed, turning off the water. He stood and began to strip.
“That’s fine with me.” Alfred said calmly, “Mattie knows to show himself out
when he’s done.”
Arthur nodded and got into the tub first, he leaned back against one of the
edges and lifted his arms, “Give him to me.” Alfred leaned over Ivan, watching
his face as he unwound the blanket. The new Omega’s body had a few scratches
and bruises, self inflicted as he stumbled about in the dark of the nest no
doubt. This time, Alfred did whine at the sight. Arthur clicked his tongue
impatiently from inside the tub. The Alpha huffed and lifted Ivan, lowering him
into Arthur’s arms and the water. The heat seemed to do the trick, for the
moment Ivan hit the water he began to whimper and squirm.
Arthur held him fast though, crooning in a surprisingly gentle tone. “You’re
alright Omega. You’re fine. Trust us. Relax.” I
van was settled into Arthur’s lap. The Beta gently rubbed his belly with one
hand, the other arm was wrapped around both of the Omega’s to keep him from
squirming too much. “You’re okay. You’re with your pack.”
Alfred watched the comforting scene with a small smile. Yes, for all his
prickly ness Arthur was the perfect choice to help him coax Ivan back to life.
The Alpha stripped and joined them in the tub. Ivan shivered and Alfred was
pleased to note that a spark had come back into his newest pack member’s eyes,
following his movements as he slid into the water. Pressing close, Alfred also
took up the task of whispering sweet nothings to Ivan. His hands joined
Arthur’s in washing his skin, using palms and finger tips to lightly scrub here
or there with the scented soap that Arthur provided.
The Omega seemed to be responding properly. The squirming stopped and he closed
his eyes, slumping boneless and content between the two older wolves. Alfred
nearly laughed from relief when Ivan began to hum our purr like sounds. He
buried his face against the crook of the Omega’s neck, nuzzling it. Arthur
didn’t stop him, so he decided to push things a bit further. They were supposed
to scent him as well, right?
Alfred nudged the Omega’s thighs apart, slipping between them with a gentle
growl. An answering noise came from Arthur, just as low and throaty. Alfred
glanced up to see that the Beta had started nuzzling and nipping at the other
side of Ivan’s neck. The Omega whimpered. Alfred tipped his hips forward,
grinding his sudden hard on with the softer, smaller cock before him. Ivan
yipped, eyes flying open. He began to squirm again. Arthur stopped moving,
holding him still. “No Ivan.” The Beta chided gently. “Let us work. You want to
be part of our pack. We want to help you.”
Ivan continued to squirm, mewling out words that were not English but the other
two wolves could catch the gist. Ivan wanted them to stop. Too bad for him,
they couldn’t afford to let that happen. Alfred gripped Ivan’s chin, tilting
his head up, “You are my Omega, Ivan, and I will scent you properly. Trust me.
Please.”
That word seemed to get to Ivan more than anything and he faltered in his
struggles. Alfred took the opportunity to continue to grind their bodies
together, sucking hard at the side of Ivan’s neck. The Alpha groaned as he felt
Ivan’s hips press back against his own, but the small twitch of Arthur’s thighs
told him that it was not the Omega’s doing. Arthur was grinding himself against
Ivan’s backside, forcing him to move. It would have to do for now. Ivan would
come around in his own time, but at least he was reacting now and the glassy
look was fading form his eyes.
“Stop.” Ivan hissed as Alfred rolled his hips a little harder. He could feel
the new Omega starting to get hard.
“No.” Alfred replied simply. He scooted back a little in the tub, gesturing for
Arthur to lift Ivan a little, “Move under him more Artie. I have an idea.”
Alfred had Ivan settle higher up on Arthur’s lap, the tip of the Beta’s cock
could now be seen poking out from between Ivan’s thighs. The Alpha moved closer
again, thrusting his cock against Arthur, against Ivan. He moaned and heard
answering noises. Arousal filled the air, mixing with the floral bath water as
Alfred set a moderate pace. He kept his hands on Ivan’s hips, forcing him to
move. Below him, Arthur’s hips bucked up to assist, while his own hands held
Ivan’s wrists to keep him from struggling too much. The Omega whined and
mewled, alternating between English and whatever his native language was. Some
of it was protests, but most, Alfred was sure, was nonsensical noises of
pleasure. He sped up, water threatening to slosh over the sides of the tub.
“Wh-when you’re about to…” Arthur’s voice was breathy from pleasure. How long
had it been since he’d heard him talk like that? He forgot how nice that
sounded, especially when mixed with the light noises from Ivan. “To come… lift
him out of the water… we want it… on his skin…”
“Yeah.” Alfred hummed, feeling his hips begin to lose control.
The trembling of Arthur’s thighs told him that he was at the same place. With a
soft grunt, Alfred moved forwards, hooking his arms under Ivan to lift him up.
The two older wolves stood as well. For a few minutes they continued to rut
against the Omega, Alfred still rocking their cocks together as Ivan had his
legs wrapped around him. Arthur was grinding against the cleft of the Omega’s
ass.
The Beta came first, a growl rumbling in his chest, painting Ivan’s lower back
with sticky off white ribbons. Alfred’s spending managed to splash up Ivan’s
stomach to his chest, mixing with Ivan’s own spending as he yipped out an
orgasm. Ivan’s head lolled back against Arthur’s shoulder while he slowly came
down from the high.
Alfred laughed, leaving the Beta to hold him up while climbing out of the tub
to collect towels for himself and Arthur. “That wasn’t so bad now was it Ivan?”
The Omega made no response but Alfred could see that his cheeks were tinged
pink when Arthur set him on his feet. The two rubbed their spending over Ivan’s
body, mixing it with the Omega’s own. Alfred smiled, watching as Arthur dried
off and got dressed, “Thanks for all your help.”
“Yeah well, you have work to do still.” Arthur shrugged, “Just don’t let him
get like that again.”
“Good night Artie.” Alfred said, he reached out and squeezed the Beta’s
shoulder as he left the bathroom and the cabin.
Looking down at the Omega still in his arms, whose eyes were drooping with
sleep, the Alpha smiled, “Want to check out your new nest? I’ve had some things
added that I think you will like.”
Next Time: Time passes, but Ivan is progressing too slow for Alfred's liking.
He decides that other measures need to be taken to have Ivan scented faster.
***** First Swallow *****
Chapter Summary
     Alfred shows Ivan the changes to his nest, but the Omega's bad
     attitude makes the Alpha put him in his place once again.
Chapter Notes
     Sorry there is no time skip in this chapter. There is more smut and
     non-con goodness... dominant Alfred makes an appearance.
     Also: If you guys have suggestions for Ivan's "training" or other
     things please let me know in the commens below! :3
Warning: Force feeding, come as food, noncon oral sex, molestation
Some of the sleepiness left Ivan's eyes when Alfred brought up the nest, but
that was to be expected. It would probably take a long time before Ivan was
comfortable enough in there and he would need to get used to the nest. Where
else was he going to spend his heats? It was the safest place for Ivan, Alfred
or whatever Beta to fuck interrupted. Personally, Alfred couldn't wait for Ivan
to go into his first heat. Sure he would probably be sharing him with the
entire Grooming Party but at least he would be partaking in it. Ivan would no
doubt be ravishing when he came into his own as an Omega. Just thinking about
it was enough to heat his blood and the Alpha had to mentally kick himself.
There would be plenty of time for that later. Tonight even. Since they had
washed away his mark, Ivan was beginning to smell more like a Gamma again,
Alfred would have to fix that before they went to sleep.
"Don't look so worried. We've fixed it up for you." Alfred said. "Come here..."
He lead the reluctant Omega back to the main room of his cabin, to where the
trap door was waiting for them. Alfred smirked to himself when he saw that
Matthew had even tried to buff out the scratches Ivan had made in the wood.
Bless him. That Beta always went above and beyond.
Before Ivan could try to bolt, Alfred picked him up once again, holding his
bare body close to his chest own naked chest. "You can close your eyes if the
drop scares you." He said soothingly. Ivan promptly buried his face against
Alfred's shoulder. Probably too worn out to further object, especially after
everything that had just taken place. The drop down into the nest didn't seem
to shock Ivan all that bad this time.
Alfred landed on a fresh, clean cushion and looked around. He smiled to
himself, "Open your eyes my Omega."
Ivan peeked out, not wanting to see the darkness. But he was surprised and sat
up in Alfred's arms, "Wh--?"
The nest had been transformed thanks to Matthew's and, if Alfred's nose wasn't
lying, which it rarely did mind you, Francis. The entire space was lit up in a
cozy orange, gold glow thanks to strings of lights hanging around the circular
room. Alfred let Ivan down and moved to get a closer look at the lights for
himself. "So that's how they did it."
Plastic orbs, probably part of some sort of Winter Solstice decoration, painted
with gold stars over snowy landscapes, was the cause of the glow. Alfred had to
admit it was a smart idea. There were fresh cushions to replace the ones Ivan
soiled scattered about the room, all smelling of the pack. Several large ones
along with a blanket of furs had been pushed to the corner of the room. The
nest was looking quite homey now. Ivan seemed to appreciate the gestures his
future Grooming Party had put on as well. He was fingering an orb with a small
smile on his face, silvery tail swishing just so in amusement. Alfred was
seized by a desire to pull it, tease the bundle of nerves at the base and tip,
until he heard Ivan squeal and made his gaze move elsewhere. With the Omega's
attention focused elsewhere, Alfred had a moment to look at him, really look
with no other true distractions.
Ivan looked to be in his mid-teens, somewhere around sixteen or seventeen.
Which was little more than a guess because to be honest, werewolves aged
weirdly. Until they fully mastered the change, they had the bodies of children
like Natalia and Peter. The poor girl had probably lost control of her pup form
and that had gotten her spotted out in the snow. A teenage appearance could
mean anything from the wolf being an actual teen, to having no solid rank.
Gamma wolves often had stunted growth. But, Alfred was willing to bet that Ivan
hadn't even been able to truly function as a Beta in his old pack. Add to at
least a year or so on the run, if his scent was anything to go by and Alfred
would put Ivan's true age somewhere in his early twenties. Not too much younger
than himself.
While Alfred looked like a man in his mid to late twenties he had only gained
his adult human form after becoming Alpha. Being named Alpha candidate did have
certain draw backs.... one being he had kept his gangly teenage limbs out of
refusal to settle into the Beta role. Ivan was tall but not gangly. Even
without the proper Omega rank, the younger wolf had wide set hips and a decent
swell to the curve of his ass. At least that part of his physicality wouldn't
have to change much. It would be nice to see those curves come out in full and
have a matching set on the rest of his body. His ears would flop down, giving
him an adorable sort of charm and his silver fur would be glossy. A proper
omega look. And with those silver hair and violet eyes.... "You'll be a
stunning Omega. You won't even need to be in heat to have wolves crawling all
over you."
He'd meant to sound charming, maybe even romantic. But, all Ivan gave him was a
look of disgust that bordered on horror when he saw that Alfred's fantasies had
given himself a hard on. "Wasn't what you two did to me in the bath enough for
tonight?"
"Not at all." Alfred replied simply, "Besides, you smell too much like the
forest now that my mark is off of you."
Ivan flushed but had the gumption to stand his ground and lock his eyes on the
Alpha's face once again, "Don't you dare makr me like that again."
The look that crossed Alfred's face did cause the new Omega to falter and
realize that he had crossed a line, yet again. "I just took the time to have
your nest fixed and this is how you repay me?" Alfred murmured. He took a step
towards Ivan, steadily closing the distance between them until he had Ivan
pressed back against the wall, "Is this really how you want things to go? I
spoil you, try to be sympathetic and the only thing that leaves your mouth is
complaints and resistance?"
The Alpha traced Ivan's mouth, an idea sparking in his mind. It would be a nice
dual punishment, a form of humiliation and a way to remind the Omega of his
position in the pack as a wolf in transition. “Get on your knees.”
It was an order and Ivan had to obey. This close to an Alpha’s presence and
even if he still had the will to physically resist, his instincts would take
over. Still, it was a shock for the former Gamma to simply drop to his knees
before the naked Alpha. A small bubble of gratitude wavered in his chest that
the entire floor was covered in soft cushions, the last thing he wanted was
more bruises. The Alpha towering above him radiated power and anger. Ivan
wanted to sink further, disappear into the floor. He wanted to apologize
without being prompted and the realization put a chill down his spine. Already
his body and mind were adjusting to pack life. And in the pack: the Alpha’s
word is law.
But, apparently, he was not going to get away with just thinking about
apologizing. He was going to have to say it aloud because Alfred’s next words
were, “Tell me you’re sorry.”
“I’m sorry.” Ivan said bitterly.
“I’m sorry, what?” Alfred prompted, not at all satisfied. Although, one of his
hands moved to stroke the shaft of his cock, just barely bringing it to life.
“I’m sorry for talking back.” Ivan said, prompted further by a small roll of
Alfred’s wrist. More? “And not appreciating the gift my pack gave me.”
“Atta’ boy.” The Alpha nodded, “You’ll apologize to them in the morning
properly.” He smirked slightly, “For now, show me how sorry you really are.”
Alfred moved forwards, nudging the tip of his steadily swelling cock against
Ivan’s chapped lips. “Go on.”
But, Ivan continued to hesitate, his eyes wide and almost cross eyed as he
tried to keep Alfred’s growing erection in his line of sight, ears folded back
flat against his skull. That gave Alfred pause, he tilted his head, considering
the Omega on his knees before him. No way.
“Omega, have you never sucked a cock before?” There was a hint of teasing in
his voice. Alfred felt his heart skip a beat in excitement when Ivan shook his
head. Okay, so he was hoping that Ivan had some experience so they could skip
all of the awkward fumbling that came with first time intimacy. But… at least
this way he could mold Ivan any way he liked. Ivan would learn his preferences
first for once. Neither Arthur nor Toris had been able to do that.
“It is very simple then.” Alfred ordered, taking the change of events in his
stride, trying not to appear too eager. “Open your mouth, stick out your
tongue. I want you to taste me first.”
When the newest member of his pack continued to hesitate, Alfred decided to
relent. Well, not really. There was always a way to work things in his favor,
“We will take it slow since it is your first time, so you can get used to it.
How does that sound? Behave and I’ll reward you afterwards okay?”
“Can I have something to eat?” Ivan asked. His breath ghosted over Alfred’s
cock, making him bite back a moan.
The Alpha nodded, “If you don’t complain at all while you blow me, I’ll bring
you something to eat.”
Ivan opened his mouth after licking his lips, wincing at the bitter taste of
precome he found there. Slowly, the Omega stuck out the tip of his tongue.
Alfred sighed, one of his hands reached out, knotting tightly in Ivan’s ashen
hair, locking his head in place, “More.”
Ivan did as he said until his tongue was practically hanging out of his mouth
like a dog’s. It was a nice, slutty expression and the older wolf’s cock
twitched in anticipation. "Good boy." Alfred grunted as he forced the head of
his cock to drag along Ivan’s tongue, "Open wider."
The new Omega did as he was commanded, coughing as his throat grew dry from
being held open. His nose was wrinkled at the heady scent of Alfred's musk. The
Alpha purposefully took his time dragging bead after bead of precome over
Ivan's tongue as though painting. Drool was beginning to run down his chin and
his jaw felt stiff. More saliva mixed over his tongue with the precome, wetting
Alfred further as the mess slid back and down Ivan’s throat in a trickle.
"Ughuwahh..."
The nonsensical whine made Alfred chuckle, "I told you I want to take it slow,
you seemed to like the idea a minute a go." The Alpha smirked down at him, "I'm
going to take my time fucking your mouth, so try your best to keep your jaw
relaxed. You won't be taught any tricks yet so just enjoy the taste of cock
down your throat. Got it?"
Ivan's eyes narrowed, but he was incapable of pulling back even a centimeter
with Alfred's hand fisted so deeply in his hair. Hell, even if he was inclined
to, he couldn't even move forward to try and encourage Alfred to just get it
over with. Alfred was in complete control, just as he had planned it no doubt.
Ivan closed his eyes, resigned to wait. A sudden thrust pushed Alfred deep down
Ivan’s throat, making him gag. It was a miracle that he did not bite down. The
Omega’s eyes snapped open to glare reproachfully up at the Alpha who merely
tsked down at him with a sharp click of his tongue.
“Now, now, don’t look at me like that. This is your job, remember Omega?”
Alfred tugged lightly at Ivan’s hair as he let his hips slide back, withdrawing
some of the length from the transitioning Gamma’s mouth until just the head was
resting on his tongue in its original position. “Keep your eyes on me. Don’t
you dare close them or I’ll make you choke on my entire length the whole night
and you’ll have nothing but my come in your belly.”
Maybe he was being harsh, but it was grating to see Ivan continuing to glare up
at him. Especially after all of the panic that he had put Alfred through. Hell,
he’d even given away the spot of Male Alpha Candidate already in order to help
him. But, Ivan did not need to know that. He’d never find out about just how
badly Alfred had blundered if the Alpha could help it…
“Myanghh…” Ivan whined again, relenting and softening his expression. It was
not a complete submission but it would do. Alfred slowly thrust into Ivan’s
mouth, going a bit deeper and deeper each time. He wanted to break Ivan into it
as gently as he could since now he was behaving. Hopefully the slow pace would
keep him from gagging too much. Unfortunately, there was not much to be done
about Alfred’s length and girth. It was only natural for an Alpha to grow big,
but there is just no way to grow comfortable with a cock of his size with just
one session.
Ivan’s lips spread wide around Alfred, cheeks puffed as he slid him down, all
the way to the hilt. Alfred moaned aloud as he felt the sensitive head of his
cock rub against the silken muscles of Ivan’s throat. They convulsed as he
gagged in adjustment but Alfred held him fast. Slowly, the Alpha rocked his
hips, pushing impossibly close and somehow, burying even more of his length
down the Omega’s throat. It was heaven. Warm and wet, one of Alfred’s favorite
sex positions and acts. Especially when his partner’s tempting soft ears were
right at hands reach. Let it never be said that Alfred was not a caring Alpha.
He began to stroke and play with Ivan’s ears now that one had was free since
the entire length of his cock was occupied. His fingers teased around the tip,
feeling them twitch before wandering down to scratch at the base. Ivan could
not help himself and moaned at the attention, sending absolutely delicious
waves of vibration all along Alfred’s cock.
“Fuck baby…” Alfred pulled back, only a few inches and thrust back into Ivan’s
throat. “Do that again if you can.”
Ivan’s hands curled into fists over the cushion he was kneeling on. He was
uncomfortable to say the least. Cheeks burning with humiliation, eyes watering
and jaw aching with the strain. Every push forward his nose was buried into
Alfred’s pubic hair, forcing him to inhale more of the Alpha’s natural, musky
scent. He hadn’t been able to take notice before but now there was no escape.
Ivan realized that Alfred smelt of pine trees, pennyroyal, and sweat. It was a
sharp strong scent and overwhelming in such a position. Briefly, the Omega
wondered if his own scent would be changed or even wiped from his memory once
the transition was done. Would he even care at that point? Ivan hoped so.
Alfred was speaking over him again, grunting and growling out sweet nothings
and curses. Ivan tuned him out and waited for the end. At least the petting on
his ears felt nice.
Alfred came without warning. He growled loudly, tugging roughly on Ivan’s ears
and hair. The motion brought tears of pain to the Omega’s eyes and he felt hot
come spurting into his mouth and throat. The thick liquid pooled in his empty,
aching belly, warming there as well. The copious amounts of come never seemed
to end. Alfred even managed to pull his cock free of Ivan’s mouth before it
ended, finishing on his face with a final spurt. The Alpha dried himself off in
Ivan’s hair once again before taking a step back.
“Let that dry. And I hope you liked your bath tonight, until that Gamma smell
wears off you aren’t going to be too clean.” Ivan just retched dryly, lowering
his eyes to the ground as he swallowed the last of the come. “Now, sit tight
while I go get your food. You did well tonight Ivan.” Alfred said, far too
cheerily for a man who had just forced another to give him a blow job.
He easily leapt up into the main room above them, making sure to close the trap
door lid. Ivan’s breath hitched as the lock clicked shut. But he was happy to
find, with the pretty glowing lights surrounding him, that the nest did not
bother him so badly. Ivan crawled over to the makeshift bed in the corner,
pulling back one of the fur quilts. A stuffed bear tumbled out, flopping over
on its back to gaze up at Ivan with a dopy, stitched smile on his face.
“What?” Glancing over the toy, Ivan picked it up and stroked the bear’s plush
white fur. It was soft and in good condition for something so heavily scented.
And the toy did reek of a Beta’s scent, it must have been slept with each night
for years. Curious, Ivan lightly sniffed at the bear. He could smell pine
trees, a scent carried by all members of Steel Claw perhaps? And… something
sweet… maple syrup? The word triggered a small, sensory memory in Ivan’s
memory. A truck bouncing along a snowy road. Could this be… Matthew’s scent?
Ivan looked down at the bear, moved that something as clearly precious as this
toy would be given to him. And, as childish as it sounded, holding the stuffed
animal made him feel a little bit safer. Ivan held the bear to his chest until
Alfred returned with the food, tucking it back under the blankets as the trap
door opened. He didn’t want the Alpha to see him anywhere close to vulnerable
again if he could help it… The meal was tasteful but light enough that it would
not upset Ivan’s stomach. The only thing he’d had to eat in three days was
Alfred’s come after all.
Once he was done eating, Alfred climbed back out of the nest and Ivan prepared
to settle down for the night. With the door shut above him and the lights
casting a gentle glow all around, Ivan fell into a dreamless sleep with the
bear clutched to his chest.
 
Next Time: Actual time skip, Ivan meets the Grooming Party for the first time.
***** Moonstruck *****
Chapter Summary
     Alfred turns to Francis for advice about beggining to groom Ivan.
     But, he gets more than he can chew when the other wolf brings up his
     past relationship with Arthur.
Chapter Notes
     Lots of past drama discussed here and no real smut. I'm thinking of
     eventually making an omake snippet that delves deeper into Arthur's
     past and Francis' as hinted at in the chapter, since it would show a
     lot of how the packs progressed. (And its an excuse to be a lot more
     gruesome.) Let me know what you think about the idea? Anyway, thank
     you for all the comments, kudos and bookmarks!
        Warnings: Plotting rape, hints of past rape and torture, drama
"Well, you look like someone whose favorite chew toy won't put out." Long slim
fingers pushed a tumbler full of icy amber liquid along the table until it came
to rest against the blond Alpha's elbow. Alfred lifted his head from the
cushion of his arms and shot a baleful look over the rim of the glass at the
Beta sitting across the table from him. Francis was a tall, fair wolf with
lightly curled blond hair he liked to pull back in silky looking blue ribbons
that made his eyes pop. Tonight was no exception. The foreign wolf looked at
him knowingly, bottle of something at lest 70 proof in his hand, "Come on, tell
big brother Francis what's wrong."
"Don't refer to yourself as big brother." Alfred sighed, knocking back the shot
of bourbon as though it was water, "It's borderline creepy."
"But not actually creepy?" Francis chuckled.
"Not when I might actually need some advice." Alfred admitted as he glanced
around the communal cabin. It was pretty late and not many wolves were hanging
around, save for several Beta watching the pups, Natalia and Peter, play. But,
they were pretty absorbed in their task and Alfred was sure that they would not
overhear the two of them talking.
Francis was the oldest wolf in the pack, Arthur was almost as old, putting both
of them over a hundred in human years. Both had come from another country
before joining Steel Claw and both had seen their fair share of how packs
operate, how Omega were made. While Arthur was much more intimate with the
process, having been an Omega himself for many years, Francis knew a hell of a
lot more about manipulation and what it took to turn someone. Some of the
wolves in his pack spread rumors that Francis had been in charge of breaking
new Omega before the Great Pack, a council of very old, very powerful wolves
that supposedly ruled their world, put down new laws that curbed the more
gruesome tactics. Not that everyone listened since Ivan's former pack clearly
held turning rituals that were completely illegal, like the Hunt...
 
"What can I do to help?" Francis offered, holding out his hand for Alfred's
empty shot glass, "What is our pretty little guest doing that has turned my
Alpha into a kicked, sulking puppy?"
"I'm not sulking." Alfred said, indignant. He passed the glass over to Francis'
waiting hand anyway, watching it be filled once again.
The older wolf actually laughed at that, "I'm sorry Alpha, but if you weren't
would you be here drinking yourself into a stupor instead of working with Ivan?
Or at the very least collecting his Grooming Party?"
"Has it really been that long?"
"A week. Have you even decided on the members?" Francis asked politely, though
he could not quite hide the hint of longing in his voice. Francis loved sex and
was damn good at it, years of practice had taught him how to map a person's
body in order to pick out all the right spots to make them absolutely melt. His
talents had made him a part of every Grooming Party in Steel Claw and Alfred
knew that this time was going to be no exception. He still had to formally
invite the Beta of course...
"I have." Alfred admitted, swirling the new glass of alcohol in his hand. "I
just... things went pretty bad Ivan's first night and I don't want to shove him
back into that state, ever." That glassy expression starred in more than one of
his nightmares since he had brought the Gamma into his pack.
"I know. Arthur told me."
"He what?!" Arthur growled, causing the Betas to glance over at him. He noticed
that Katsuya was among them. She had an overly curious, hopeful expression on
her face, no doubt listening for word on Ivan. Alfred turned away, lowering his
voice, "He fucking told you?"
"Well, not so much told as I've known him long enough to read that he was wound
up and jittery over something. Plus he came back reeking of you and Ivan."
Francis said. Master manipulator. "I like to think I'm smart enough to put two
and two together. Ivan didn't take well to being nested so you asked Arthur for
help calming him down."
".... Yeah." Alfred grumbled, blushing over how Francis had easily rilled him
up. He swears sometimes that the man could be an potential Alpha in disguise
with the way Francis took control of conversations. But, he's never seen a mark
on the foreign wolf and he's seen Francis naked plenty of times.
"I further deduce that ever since then, even though you've probably done your
fair share of the punishment and reward routine, Ivan still resists." Francis
carried on, pouring his own shot now, "Is that right?"
Alfred nodded. “He’ll respond to commands but only that. He won’t come and
greet me when I go down to the nest, he’s snappy unless I force him to be
polite and even then it’s the bare minimum. Even when I touch him, it’s a fight
to get him hard sometimes…” He sighed, aggravated and knocked back the second
shot.
Francis sighed himself, “Well you didn’t give the boy much of a choice. It was
either that or watch his siblings starve. or die”
“I think it was fair. It was no less than what any other proper Pack Alpha
would do.” Alfred grumbled, holding out the glass for another.
Francis obliged, “But, if I recall, you’ve never wanted to be just a proper
Alpha.” Those blue eyes pierced him and Alfred had to tell himself that the
heat in his cheeks was from the alcohol, not embarrassment. “Didn’t you tell me
as a child that you wanted to be a hero?”
“There are no heroes.” Alfred said, a growl in his throat, “And watch yourself
Beta.”
Francis shrugged, undaunted for the moment, “I think you don’t believe that.
I’ve seen you take in more Gamma then any other pack I’ve been with or visited
and I’ve been with many.” The curly haired wolf looked over at the Beta and the
pups, “Otherwise, you wouldn’t have tried so hard. You want to save them, don’t
you?”
Of course he did. It warmed his heart every time he saw just how well adjusted
Katsuya and Natalia were becoming. They had settled right in with the pack, but
Ivan… “I plead the fifth.” Alfred said, wanting to keep some of his tough Alpha
persona intact for the evening, “So, what do I do?”
“Why don’t you start by telling me who is in your Grooming Party?” Francis
asked, sipping his drink.
“You of course.” Alfred said, he ticked the remaining two off on his fingers,
“Arthur and Matthew.”
Francis frowned a little, “Might I make a suggestion?”
“If you’re going to ask me to replace Arthur forget it, I need him.” Alfred
said, a hint of the Alpha in his tone. “Toris would be acceptable, but you know
that it would be hard for him to get into it, he’d be distracted and I need
someone who can stay focused.”
“I know, I know.” Francis waved a hand in the air, knocking aside Alfred’s
comment, “It’s just I worry about what this is doing to Arthur.”
“How do you mean?”
“God, you’re either in denial or purposefully ignoring what’s obvious.” Francis
grumbled, taking a swig that emptied the glass, “He loves you Alfred.”
“No he doesn’t Francis.” Alfred sighed, “He just thought he did at the time.”
The Alpha glared when he saw the disbelieving look on the foreign wolf’s face,
“He was too wrapped up in being an Omega. Even you have to admit that.”
Francis slowly lowered his gaze, pouring more alcohol for the both of them, “I
know.”
“It was getting unhealthy.” Alfred said, gut twisting at the memories, “He was
moonstruck, going crazy from all of his hormones and a lifetime of alternating
ranks because of the insane shit his original pack forced on him! Of the things
you forced on him! If I had let him stay an Omega, if I had mated him, he would
have died. Is that what you would have wanted, really?!”
The click of the door told Alfred that the Betas and the pups had fled the
cabin. Good. Arthur would gut him if there were too many witnesses to his
shame. Or if he found out about Alfred's ultimate failure as an Alpha. Alpha
were meant to protect and lead the pack, especially the Omegas. Not push them
to the brink of death. That is what the old, cruel, corrupt Alpha's did. And
Alfred was not like them. At least, that is what he told himself.
His anger seemed to have finally cowed the old wolf. Francis seemed to deflate,
curling in on himself and stareing into the empty glass clasped in his hand.
“Of course not.” Francis whispered even though there was no one else to hear
them. “I just want Arthur happy and I fear you are doing more harm than good
keeping him at arms length like this.”
Alfred tried to tell himself that he was not feeling guilty for snapping at
Francis, that it was just the alcohol again. He huffed, spinning his empty shot
glass on the table. When he finally spoke to him, Alfred’s voice was drained of
anger but still firm, “I care about him Francis, you know that don’t you? I
care about him enough to keep distance between us, to force him to be a Beta.
It’s safer for him. You remember his last heat…”
The older wolf shuddered, remembering the incident all too well, even if Arthur
himself had lost those memories in the fever of it all. The former Omega had
screamed and writhed in the nest, seeing and feeling things that surely no
longer existed. His slick had gained a putrid smell, tinging black as it
dribbled down his thighs and Alfred knew that they were in serious trouble when
Arthur began to vomit blood. The convulsions that wracked his body went on for
hours until Arthur lost consciousness, at the time Alfred thought he was dead.
It was days before the Omega opened his eyes again. Alfred had never seen
Francis cry so much or so hard in his life. Honestly, it was a sight he never
wanted to experience again. That night, Alfred stripped Arthur as his rank as
Omega, kicking him out of the nest. He didn’t have the heart to tell Arthur
what had happened to him, feeling responsible. He had been greedy, keeping
Arthur as an Omega for so long despite his age. And they had almost paid the
ultimate price for it. So, let Arthur hate him, so long as he didn’t desire or
try to become an Omega again. So long as he stayed alive and healthy… Alfred
would bare his dark secrets.
“I’m sorry Francis.” Alfred said, “I truly am sorry that I hurt Arthur so
badly, but it is better this way. If I could do this without his help, I would
but Arthur knows the most, Toris hasn’t had the practice and I really don’t
want to work this out over Ivan. He doesn’t deserve that either.” Alpha’s don’t
apologize. But, Alfred was willing to lower himself a step if it meant that
they could put the lid back on the box that held Arthur’s past and focus on the
Omega at hand.
“What do we do about Ivan?”
Francis lifted his head and took another shot of bourbon. The old wolf licked
his lips slowly, blue eyes misty as he tried to control the onslaught of
emotions within. “We need to overwhelm his Gamma instincts. Like what you and
Arthur did to wake him up, but more intense.” Francis glanced at Alfred, “We’ll
need to get the entire Grooming Party involved and drown out his Gamma scent.
Then, perhaps we can finally start building him as an Omega.”
Alfred nodded numbly.
"If we keep it up constantly, I imagine that it will only take a day at most to
wipe his scent clean." Francis mused. "He's just going to hate it."
"You're talking about filling him right?" Alfred said, finally pushing his
glass away instead of taking another shot. The world was blurry enough as is.
Francis nodded, reaching for the bottle again.
Alfred stood up, "I'm going to explain things to the others. Meet me at my
cabin at dawn, do you think you can sober up by then?"
Francis nodded, filling up his glass. He didn't react as Alfred patted his
shoulder and walked out into the darkened camp. Ivan would become the kind of
Omega that the pack needed. He wouldn't break, he wouldn't go crazy, and he
would be furtile. He had to be, or everything would fall apart. Alfred didn't
think he would be able to take another failure.
"Alfred." A voice called from the darkness. Starlight caught green and Alfred
stopped, nodding at he Beta, "Artie."
Arthur walked over, tugging a black leather jacket tighter around his
shoulders. "Peter was... requesting that you read him a bed time story. You
haven't visited all week so..."
"I'd be happy to." Alfred said, "Tell him to pick out a couple and I'll be
right over. I just need to explain things to Mattie, tell him that we're going
to start working on Ivan at dawn. You'll be ready by then too right?"
"Really? Okay." Arthur nodded, "Thanks... Alpha." 
Alfred stood there for a long moment as Arthur vanished into the dark again.
Sometimes, Alfred wished he had never become Alpha. Then, maybe things wouldn't
be so messy... With a final glance at the spot that where Arthur had been
standing, the Alpha turned and walked off into the night.
 
Next Time: Ivan meets the Grooming Party for the first time. It's an orgy.
 
 
***** Preparations *****
Chapter Summary
     Ivan meets his Grooming Party for the first time and they clean him
     out.
Chapter Notes
     Hey all! Completely meant to post yesterday but I fell asleep. It
     seems people are interested in Francis and Arthur’s past so… I'm also
     curious if people want a more USUK centric one shot too? There will
     be USUK sprinkled throughout this story and a few smut scenes with
     them together but it will not be the focus. I hope that doesn't turn
     people off from the story, so I'd like to do something the
     compensate. Oh! I have also uploaded a one shot featuring France and
     England in their original pack. Fair warning, it's a dark little
     thing as well.
  Warnings: Dub-con, urethra play, sounding, enema, humiliation, watersports,
 wetting, spanking, group mentality kicks in and they start to push Ivan a bit
 
Ivan was awoken by the sound of the trap door creaking open. Who was coming to
visit him so early? He sat up with a sleepy mumble, remembering to shove the
stuffed bear he had taken to calling General under his pillow just as the first
body dropped down into the nest. Wait, first? The Omega' eyes snapped open
fully as not one, but four bodies dropped down into the nest. He quickly
recognizes Alfred, Arthur and Matthew in the dim glow of his lights. It is the
fourth that is unfamiliar and a low whine leaves his throat.
Ivan moves from the bed, backing up towards the corner of the room. He knows
what this is. For many days he has been dreading it. Right now, he is looking
at his Grooming Party. A select few Beta meant to literally fuck him into
submission. The true cruel tactics of transition would begin here and not let
up until his body crumbled into heat. Ivan would be a true Omega after that. If
he survived. Grooming was the final stage of transition and this all felt like
it was happening too fast.
"I'm not ready." Ivan protested feebly as Alfred stepped out of the small
throng facing him. The Alpha pulled him from the wall and held him close,
rubbing his back. "Hush Ivan. You don't need to be ready, you just have to
accept that there is nothing you can do to stop it. You'll have your Party with
you, protecting you and guiding you. And you'll have your Alpha."
Alfred is smiling and pulling him by the hand again. The Betas wait calmly, one
of them seems to have jumped up and closed the trap door while Alfred was
attempting to calm him. "I'm sure you remember these two."
Matthew smiles shyly at him. Arthur gives a nod in the form of a sharp jerk of
the head. He looks uneasy but resigned, emotions that Ivan finds curiously
mirrored in his own expression. Alfred is right in one regard: he cannot escape
now. There is nothing that can come from physically resisting, there are too
many of them. But, that doesn't mean that he won't feel the urge to try. It
must be the bits of Gamma still lingering in his system. Despite the warm
feeling of Alfred wrapping his arms around him, a first chest pressed against
his back, erection already digging into his backside, Ivan's eyes are on the
move. His gaze is restless, shifting from the trap door, to each of the betas,
to Alfred and back again...
"I'm Francis." The strange wolf supplies easily, stepping forward, "I've done
this many times little Omega and I can assure you," They are almost chest to
chest now, "That you will become a wonderful little breeder under my
instruction." Long fingers stroked his cheek and Ivan caught a whiff of pine
and salt water. His nose was getting better at picking out the different scents
of other wolves, a pack wolf talent, an Omega talent. "Easy Franny, you aren't
getting him first." Alfred said, jokingly. Well, almost jokingly.
Arthur rolled his eyes and Matthew shrugged helplessly, "You are Alpha, Al.
Obviously you go first." "Go first in what?!" Ivan balked, unable to keep
himself from flinching and bucking when Alfred scooped him up. "Starting your
grooming." Arthur stated, peeling off his jacket. The green-eyed Beta rolled
his eyes again as though such a statement should be obvious. In retrospect it
was but panic does funny things to ones mind. Arthur folded the article of
clothing before gently setting it down on the floor. The rest of the Betas
seemed content to strip slowly as Alfred laid Ivan back on the bed, only to
join him on it. "Don't be afraid." Alfred said, "You volunteered for this and
we've been good to you so far." The Alpha purred in his ear, rubbing his hands
up and down his sides. "Haven't we?"
Ivan can only nod. They have been good, he just hoped that the wait would last
longer then this. He knew that there was no perfect moment to begin Grooming,
he would never be truly ready. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t wish for more
time, or wish that there was an alternate means to do this. If Alfred was
really so good then he would have found another way to make Omega right? Still,
the former Gamma did not voice his grievances aloud. Instead, he allowed
himself to be laid back on the bed, legs spread as the Alpha’s hands wandered
his body. They were not alone for long. The bed dipped under someone’s weight,
but it was to gently guide Alfred’s hands away instead of join in. Francis
again.
“Just a moment, my Alpha.” The Beta looked over Ivan, “Perhaps it would be best
if we clean him out before we have our fun?”
“Ah, right. I forgot.” Alfred said. For a moment, Ivan thinks that he glances
over towards Arthur as he says this, but is far too occupied with the
implications of Francis’ statement to really mull the action over in his head.
Clean him out?!
“So you’ll let me take a bath then?” Ivan didn’t think that they would all fit
in Alfred’s tub. It had been a tight fit with three of them in there, five
would probably break the damn thing. And it would be nice to get to clean
himself and have a bit more alone time. Could he actually be getting what he
wished for for once? Francis chuckled and lightly shook his head as though
reading his mind.
“No, my dear.” He reached forward, rubbing the new Omega’s belly, pressing down
lightly. “We need to clean in here. Make you nice and empty so that we can fill
you up with our come. Get you addicted to the feeling.”
Ivan felt his cheeks heat, “You can’t be serious…”
“Oh, but I am.” Francis got off of the bed. Matthew and Arthur had already
jumped back out of the Nest. The realization made Ivan’s cheeks grow all the
hotter.
“Wait… wait!” He tried to protest but Alfred had scooped him up again.
“I meant to do this with just you and me.” Alfred said, “But I guess it would
be more fun if the rest of your Party is involved. It might get you over your
silly feelings of shame.” He pecked the horrified wolf on the cheek, “After
all, you belong to the Pack. You shouldn’t be upset if we see the dirtiest
parts of you. It’s going to be your life from now on anyway.”
The remaining three members left the Nest. Alfred was impressed that Arthur and
Matthew had already laid out everything they would need. Francis glanced at the
squirming Omega in his Alpha’s arms, “Do you need us to explain what anything
is?” Ivan shook his head rapidly, ears folded flat against his hair, “No.”
“Good. We don’t have to waste more time then.” Matthew said. He was sitting on
the rug next to the tub, filling several large enema syringes with warm water,
if the slight steam rising from the running faucet was anything to go by. Ivan
was trembling with embarrassment, but his reluctance was ignored by the other
members of his Grooming Party, as he knew it would be. Alfred laid him down
over a towel that Arthur spread before them, resting his hips over the edge of
a large basin, legs splayed on either side. Alfred sat behind him, having the
Omega rest their bodies together as a means of comfort and control. His legs
forced Ivan’s wider and the Alpha had his arms wrapped around him, gently
rubbing his sides still. Arthur leaned forward, rimming the edge of Ivan’s
puckered entrance with lube, pushing just the tip of his finger inside. Ivan’s
breath hitched and the green-eyed Beta chuckled.
“Don’t tense up Ivan or you’ll only give yourself cramps and you won’t get
properly cleaned.” Arthur advised, pulling away. Matthew pushed the small
nozzle into his behind. It didn’t hurt but it was long enough to cause an
unpleasant sensation as the plastic rubbed his sensitive insides. “How much
should we put into him?”
“Just keep filling them up and alternating.” Francis said. He knelt next to
Ivan, gently rubbing his hand over to new Omega’s stomach, “I’ll let you know
when to stop.”
Matthew nodded and began to slowly press down on the syringe’s compressor. Ivan
hissed as he felt the liquid rush inside of him. It was warm, almost hot. His
hips jerked, trying to get away from the uncomfortable sensation.
“Please.” Ivan whined.
“Quiet.” Alfred said, “It’s going to happen anyway and I’d rather not have to
punish you so early, we have a long night ahead of us.” Ivan felt the Alpha’s
breath tickle his ear and whined when a small nip was placed against his
earlobe, “Besides, you want to be all nice and clean again don’t you? You’ll
thank us for it later when you aren’t making a mess as we take turns fucking
you into oblivion.”
Ivan bit his lip, feeling Alfred’s cock stir to life against his lower back. It
was the other wolves who were excited about this. Not him, even if they were
being gentle and taking the time to adequately prep him all Ivan could focus on
was the humiliation. Arthur pushed the second tip into him as Matthew pulled
the new empty syringe out. To Ivan’s growing horror he began to fill it up
again and his stomach was already swelling slightly. “I don’t think I can take
much more than this.” The Omega protested feebly, trying to sit up properly,
but Alfred merely tightened the circle his arms made around him. Francis
clicked his tongue and pushed down lightly on Ivan’s stomach, finding that the
skin still gave easily, “Nonsense, you can fit a lot more inside.”
“But doing one at a time is taking too long.” Arthur removed the second
syringe. He quickly filled it up, Ivan squirmed all the more when he realized
that the Betas were letting the water get hotter and hotter. Matthew and Arthur
pressed the two syringes into his ass at the same time, watching with an almost
sadistic amusement as the water flowed into their squirming Omega. Ivan’s
stomach bulged larger, as though he had eaten a too large meal. Alfred’s hands
had joined Francis’ in wandering the skin of his stomach, pressing here and
there. “You’re right, he can take more.” The Alpha said.
Arthur and Matthew continued to force more and more water into Ivan’s bowls. At
last, Francis made them stop, when he noticed that Ivan’s skin was taunt over
his filled insides. “Now you can see what you’ll look like when we are done
with you.” The curly haired Beta teased, dragging a lightly clawed finger tip
over the curve of Ivan’s belly, making the Omega shudder.
“Of course, there are other holes to clean out too.” Francis continued. He ran
his hand along the Omega’s cock, glancing at Matthew and Arthur, “Did you get
the supplies for this as well?”
Matthew nodded. He held up a thin tube and a metal rod with a ball on top.
Francis smirked and lightly stroked Ivan, beginning to bring his flaccid cock
to life. “Arthur, be a dear and plug him for me. We don’t want our little Omega
to make a mess before he’s ready. Matthew go ahead and lube the tube and fill
his bladder as well.”
“You can’t be- ah!” Ivan broke off in a small yelp as Alfred’s hand smacked the
side of his thigh.
“Relax.” Alfred said, “Francis knows what he is doing.”
Ivan grit his teeth and closed his eyes as Matthew lowered the slicked tube
towards the tiny hole in his cock. But that didn’t stop him from feeling it.
The tube scrapped and rubbed his most sensitive hole despite there being lube
on it. At least the Beta was murmuring apologies. Arthur on the other hand, was
silent as he pushed a thumb sized plug into Ivan’s ass, forcing him to hold the
water inside. Ivan was shocked as he felt someone press a gentle kiss to his
cheek. Matthew’s voice murmured, “All done. You can open your eyes now.”
Peeking out, Ivan saw that the tube lightly dangled from his cock and the end
of it had already been attached to a filled syringe tube. Arthur was bent over
the tub again, turning off the water. Matthew once again pushed down on the
syringe. Ivan cried out as the heated water was forced into his bladder, adding
an impossible amount of pressure to his insides, packing everything in further.
“No! Stop!” Ivan broke off in another gasp as Alfred spanked his thigh over and
over again until the skin was pink and stinging. “You stop.” Alfred said cooly.
“It will be over soon.”
Matthew withdrew the urethral tube slowly, trying not to hurt Ivan. But, all it
did was rub him and make that tiny passage even more sensitive. The Omega
moaned lowly and Arthur smirked, “I think he likes it.”
Ivan flushed and shot a glare at the former Omega and saw that Arthur looked
horribly smug. He leaned forward and grasped the ashen haired wolf’s cock
again, forcing the sounding rod inside, “Don’t want you leaking early here
either.” The Beta smirked and lightly thrust the rod inside of Ivan making him
squirm and pant.
“Damn you look hot all filled up like this.” Alfred purred in Ivan’s ear making
him blush and jerk all the harder, trying to deny the fact that everything did
feel very warm and almost pleasant. Francis was continuing to rub Ivan’s
stomach. He hummed in thought, “Alright. I think we can let him release now.”
Arthur nodded, he pulled the plug from Ivan along with the rod. Ivan clenched
his body as tightly as he could, eyes welling a little. No. He didn’t want to
do this, not with all of them watching… Alfred hummed in his ear again, kissing
his neck, “It’s alright Ivan. Relax.”
“Let go.” Francis purred, pressing lightly on Ivan’s stomach.
The Omega whimpered. He felt Matthew’s lips join Alfred’s in mapping his neck
and shoulders. Arthur even leaned forward, flicking the tip of his finger over
the urethral hole in Ivan’s cock, pressing hot, open mouthed kisses over Ivan’s
swollen stomach. It was too much for the Omega. Ivan cried out loudly as his
bowels and bladder released. Water, waste and piss flowed out of him and into
the basin. It seemed to go on forever as the Omega squeezed his eyes shut in a
vain attempt to hide his humiliation from his own gaze. By the time he was
done, Ivan was nearly in tears. The discomfort was only slightly lessened as
the Alpha and Betas continued to lay kisses and gentle touches over his emptied
body, even wiping him down and drying him off.
Alfred kissed the tears from the corners of his eyes, catching them on his
tongue. “You did so well. Good job.” He praised and Ivan felt his tail give a
small swish of pleasure. The constant attention was enough to distract him
during the trip back to the Nest. He didn’t even realize it was happening until
the softness of the bed was felt under his back. Ivan opened his eyes again,
looking up at the Grooming Party.
Alfred smiled down at him, “Lets start over again. Ivan, meet your Grooming
Party. We’re going to turn you into an Omega.”
Next Time: The orgy continues…
***** Grooming *****
Chapter Summary
     Ivans grooming starts as Alfred takes his virginity.
Chapter Notes
     Sorry this one got a little shorter, I'm not that good at writing
     pure smut. I've also realized that this story is starting to focus a
     lot more on Alfred and his... troubled thoughts. I hope that is not a
     turn off, it will come back around to Ivan, soon.
     Ah, I also plan to upload a pack list, which will explain characters'
     ranks and relations. Especially since I just dropped a pretty big one
     in this chapter. Again, I hope it's not a big turn off. Things will
     be explained I promis! I hope... Heh.
     Also: I don't have end game pairings for this story yet, if I ever
     will. So, it might not be anything but a bunch of liquid orgies with
     Alfred being possessive or something... if I get too uncreative. I'm
     sure I'll think of something. But these notes have gone one too long
     so lets just get to it!
   Warnings: Dubious consent, anal sex, oral sex, hand jobs, non-con double
                          penetration, slight incest
The Omega whined helplessly, unable to keep himself calm. It was credit to the
Grooming Party's experience that they did not let the panicked signals rolling
off of Ivan drive them wild. Alfred had heard horror stories of other Omegas
being inducted into a too new pack... That hadn't happened for him yet and it
wasn't going to start now. Ivan was going to panic no matter how well they
prepped him, he had been a Gamma, a lone wolf, for three years. It was his
instinct now to avoid and resist anything that screamed Pack, because to him,
especially with the past Katsuya had shared with him, being in a Pack seemed
dangerous. Alfred was just going to have to prove him wrong. Sure, he would
force Ivan to submit, to fall into heat, but he would do it with plenty of
caring along the way so that this time, Ivan would learn to trust his pack, not
hate it.
The Alpha leaned over his Omega, shushing and calming the ashen haired wolf
with kisses. Slowly, he let his hands roam downwards to part Ivan's slim
thighs. He squeezed a little, noting the hot jolt that went down his spine when
Ivan moaned weakly. Thighs are a weak spot, Alfred made sure to remember that,
smirking to himself as he noticed that the other members of the Grooming Party
were beginning to look eager. Even Arthur.
Sitting back a bit, Alfred let his fingers wander down to find slick already
leaking from Ivan's entrance. He easily pushed in several of his digits, the
passage relaxed by the earlier enema, but that didn't mean he wasn't going to
take his time prepping the younger wolf. Ivan needed to be coddled a bit, and
if he kept making noises like that, the pack wolves would be happy to oblige.
And now that space was available over the new Omega's trembling form, they
moved in.
Matthew and Arthur settled themselves over Ivan's chest, guiding the new
Omega's hands to play with the dangling organ between their legs as fair
repayment for the attention they gave him. The two blond Betas began to tease
the red-pink nipples already stiff and littered with goosebumps from their
closeness. Arthur took his time, delicately flicking his tongue over the right
bud and blowing more air onto it. Ivan hissed at the action, breath hitching in
the back of his throat. Matthew was more direct, latching on to the left nipple
and giving a hard suck. He then alternated between letting his teeth dig around
and tease the ever sensitive flesh of Ivan's pec and pulling at the nipple
itself. Alfred noticed that a few dots of blood were beginning to appear form
the more rough treatment but Ivan did not seem to mind thanks to Francis.
The third Beta managed to somehow cram himself between the two hovering over
Ivan's chest and where Alfred lingered between the violet eyed wolf's legs. If
it was cramped none of them were complaining. Francis eased a hand into the
mix, lifting Ivan's swelling cock to pump it twice in a firm grip. The eldest
wolf of the group smiled to himself and pressed a wet kiss to the tip of Ivan's
penis, flicking his tongue over the slit on top. The Omega mewled helplessly,
his flushed face just visible to Alfred beyond the bodies of the Betas swarming
over him. It wouldn't matter if the Alpha could not clearly see his face for
once Francis began to suck him off, Ivan's moans only got louder.
The constant noises of pleasure mixed with the heady scent of arousal, from the
rest of the entire party, was making Alfred hard. He used the hand not occupied
with spreading and teasing Ivan's ass began stroking himself. Damn. He was once
again reminded of the appeal of keeping Grooming Parties a constant part of
pack life. Doing it by himself would certainly not be as... interesting. Even
if he was watching his cousin, but that wasn't too uncommon amongst wolves. It
wasn't like he was watching or grooming his parent. Then again, Matthew and
Arthur didn't seem to mind their proximity either. In fact, their attention was
almost entirely focused on Ivan who, like them, seemed to be lost in their own
little world of pleasure.
“Ivan…” Alfred tried to ignore how breathy he sounded. It wouldn’t do for an
Alpha to sound out of control, but Ivan was already having such an effect on
him. And he wasn’t even a full Omega yet… “I’m going to fuck you now. It’s
going to hurt a bit, but just focus on what the rest of your Party is doing.”
Alfred eased himself closer, erection bumping against Ivan’s twitching,
dripping hole. He licked his lips, watching a flicker of recognition in Ivan’s
eyes, he was still able to understand what was happening. But, it looked like
he wasn’t in the right frame of mind to outwardly resist any more. Ivan did not
squirm or even try and call for them to stop as Alfred began to push in. The
Alpha silently thanked the other members of the Grooming Party as he was able
to sink all the way to the hilt with little resistance from Ivan physically.
Alfred settled there with a low moan, savoring the tight heat. “I’ve had your
mouth and your ass first Ivan.” He growled, a flare of possessiveness rising
inside of him, “You’re mine.”
None of the other wolves commented on his statement. In reality, Ivan belonged
to the Pack. Unless Alfred mated him, Ivan would and should be open for anyone
to use. And there was no way he could rob the pack of their only Omega. Surely
the Grooming Party knew that and would write off his careless statement as the
heat of the moment. Alfred himself wasn’t entirely sure that it wasn’t just
that. Though, he was sure he felt both Francis and Arthur tense at those words.
Still, they didn’t stop their treatment of the Omega writhing beneath them.
Ivan’s moans heightened to a sharp keep, his hips spasming as he came into
Francis’ mouth. Alfred took advantage of his completely relaxed state to start
thrusting. And he did not start slow.
The Alpha’s hips piston back and forth, letting his strength as leader of the
pack show. Ivan would be feeling it for a while no doubt, but cementing his
status as a purely submissive wolf, unable to even dictate the pace of their
coupling would only benefit this transition: pushing him further into being an
Omega. And that was the point of grooming.
Below him, Ivan whined as Arthur lifted his mouth from the young wolf’s chest,
guided by Francis who had sat up as well. The older Beta leaned forward,
sealing the confused blond’s lips with his own in a messy kiss. Arthur made a
noise of surprise as Francis pushed Ivan’s spending into his mouth along with
his own tongue. Still, he did not pull away quickly as Matthew had taken over
the continued teasing of Ivan’s chest. Alfred did not know what to think, but
he felt the pace of his thrusting falter. A growl built in his chest,
threatening to escape his throat but he swallowed it down. This night, and
every night until he finally submitted, was supposed to be about Ivan.
“Focus.” The Alpha hissed, as much for the Betas as for himself.
Francis pulled back from Arthur with a soft smack, barely caught over the noise
from the others if not for Alfred’s sensitive ears. A lewd string of saliva
connected them for a moment before Francis turned to the Alpha. A smirk played
along his lips while Arthur looked dazed and confused, “I merely thought our
new Omega’s taste should be shared.” Francis said smoothly.
A lie. Alfred’s heated brain supplied. Francis was doing… something. Saying
something within the words. Was this payback for getting angry about Arthur? Or
was he just reestablishing the fact that Arthur, as a Beta, was free to be
claimed by anyone? Or was he just being the flirty ass he always was? Alfred
didn’t have time to ponder the thought or those words because the moment was
gone. Francis had crawled away to kneel by Ivan’s head, coaxing him into giving
a blow job. Ivan took to it rather enthusiastically, the heat of the moment,
the arousal in the air finally getting to him. And Arthur had gone back to
teasing Ivan’s chest, though his hand wandered down to keep the new Omega hard.
The actual rest that Ivan got from now on would be rare, that is, until he fell
into Heat. After that, the poor thing would probably sleep for a week straight.
As Ivan got hard again, his body tightened around Alfred, coaxing him closer
and closer to the edge. All thought of Arthur, of Francis, of his worries for
the Pack faded into white as he came. The only thing in existence, for a few
heartbeats at least, was Ivan and him. Alfred howled his orgasm, driving it
deep into Ivan with continued thrusts. He felt his knot swell, but not enough
to truly lock their bodies together. That wouldn’t happen until Ivan went into
Heat. As he came down from his post-climax high, Alfred was dimly aware that
the rest of the party, sans Ivan, had come as well. Matthew and Arthur sat
back, guiding Ivan’s sticky fingers to the mouths, lapping up the milky
substance they had left behind on his skin. Francis leaned back as well,
looking in in a satisfied way as Ivan swallowed his spending. Alfred leaned
down, kissing Ivan on the mouth as he slowly pulled himself out of the younger
wolf’s body. He ignored the way the knot pulled at them both in favor of
deepening it.
With his arms free, Ivan wrapped them around Alfred’s neck, holding him close.
The ashen haired wolf stared up at his wheat blond counterpart with eyes
bleared with lust and exhaustion. He wanted to sleep, his insides ached, but
this was nice too. Ivan could feel the wolves moving over him. Alfred slipped
from between his legs to curl up beside him, nudging his tongue further into
his mouth to explore. Ivan whined and let his own join in, fingers twisting
through the Alpha’s soft hair.
Somewhere above them, the former Gamma heart Francis murmur, “With me Matthew.”
And his legs were spread, one lifted and bent, pushed back almost too far for
him to handle. Ivan groaned in discomfort, but there was nothing he could do to
stop it for he felt more weight settle against his leg in response. Fingers dug
into the soft flesh of his thigh, making Ivan groan even louder than before. A
reminder. He was not in control here.
Hands gently turned his hips, twisting his body ever so slightly, making more
room. That gentle grip must be Matthew, Ivan decided. Alfred broke the kiss and
he took the opportunity to question the change in position, “Wh-what are…”
Well, at least he tried to. Alfred bit down at his neck, sucking at the
sensitive flesh until he squealed. A chuckle rippled over his skin as Alfred
repeated his actions, leaving love bites all over the younger wolf’s pale
flesh. Meanwhile, Francis and Matthew were moving between his legs.
Matthew murmured a quiet, “Are you sure?”
“Omegas heal fast for a reason. His body will adjust, he has already come so
far in just tonight. We should have taken more aggressive action from the
start.” Francis replied, just as inaudible. Ivan began to feel nervous, what
were they going to do?
Alfred probably realized what was going to happen for he redoubled his efforts
in distracting Ivan with kisses and the teasing of his fingers over soft skin.
But it wasn’t enough. The Omega still cried out in pain, breaking the kiss and
yelping, as both Francis and Matthew began to ease their newly risen erections
into Ivan’s resisting hole.
The ache in his body spiked, peaked, and rose again as the two Beta forced
their way inside. Ivan squirmed and struggled but Alfred held him fast. The
Alpha gave up on being gentle and settled for biting the back of Ivan’s neck,
forcing him to still. The Omega froze, gasping, panting and whimpering.
Everything paused and all Ivan could hear was harsh breathing. Slowly, he made
himself relax, eyes squeezed shut, fingers unclenching. There was nothing he
could do to try and loosen up his inner walls for the moment, but he tried.
Someone, probably Matthew, rubbed his back. Francis’ hand wandered up to tease
his chest once more, tugging and pinching to bring out the greatest reactions.
And Alfred kept kissing him, whispering sweet nothings into his ears and
peppering gently bites over his jaw and the tips of his ears. When the Alpha
finally returned to his lips, Ivan let himself indulge. He let those touches,
those whispers, chip away at his discomfort. Ivan finally began to let go.
And he would have felt like nothing was amiss. Except, like the others, he
heard the gentle click of the trap door from above, sliding open and shut…
Next Time: Arthur finds a surprsing confidant in the woods after fleeing the
Grooming Party. 
 
 
***** Shareing Secrets *****
Chapter Summary
     Katsuya finds a surprising companion in Arthur when a game of hide
     and stalk goes wrong.
Chapter Notes
     Sorry for the delay! I went to the beach and had no wifi, not even
     cell service! D: It was still fun, I rode a mechanical-rodeo shark. :
     ) ALSO: please see the spoilers notes at the end of the chapter if
     you want to help me out with futue developments in this story.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Cool sun light, its warm rays dampened by soft wind and a delicate layer of
clouds, shone down upon the pack camp. A circle of cabins, encased by tall,
snow-dusted pine trees, around a large fire pit looked rather picturesque. Few
wolves were out so early in the morning, save for a lone woman, carrying a
stuffed backpack over her shoulders, being "herded" by a pair of wolf pups.
Their wriggling tails and constant jumping ever reminding the cautious woman of
their need to play, even if it was only a few hours past dawn. Nothing, not
even Katsuya's shyness was going to get in the way of a good game of hide and
stalk. That was just how pups were, they bounced back so quickly. Perhaps, it
was time she let go of the past and tried to move on too. The environment
couldn't be better.
Steel Claw was... calming. Katsuya had decided this even though they had been
in the camp for little more than a week. It was already such a better place to
be than their old pack or even the wild as a Gamma. Being Beta was suiting her
far better than being an Omega had even though... this peace came at a price. A
terrible price: Ivan was to become the new Omega.
Still, even that seemed to be going for the better. Beyond that first night,
Katsuya hadn't heard or seen anything amiss. And, of course, it was forbidden
to see an Omega before they turned, for that could compromise the grooming
process but that did not mean she missed her little brother, did not worry for
him. Both of them did.
As if sensing her elder sister's discomfort, Natalie rose up on her hind paws,
nudging a cold nose against Katsuya's jean clad thigh. A bark of concern
brought a smile to the young woman's face. Katsuya knelt down, running her
fingers through the small, silver haired pup's soft fur, "I'm alright Nat. Just
thinking."
The other pup, Peter, barked as well. Running up to but his head against
Katsuya's other leg. The young wolf looked a lot like his parent, Arthur, with
scruffy blond fur and thick eyebrows in human form, she wondered who gave him
the startling blue eyes. Not that she had any right to ask. They were new to
Steel Claw and didn't deserve complete inclusion, yet. Though, Alfred seemed to
be pushing for it. She almost wished he wouldn't. There were whispers in the
pack, that Alfred had been unable to groom a healthy, functioning Omega since
he became Alpha. Keeping Katsuya and Natalie happy would be a way to keep Ivan
happy, keeping accepting of the transition on a certain level. But, this
forceful comradely could happen organically and Alfred's oppressive acceptance
was not hastening, but slowing that progression. Surely he could see that?
Couldn't he? And what was preventing him from keeping Omega healthy? Was there
something else going on?
More barking pulled Katsuya from her thoughts and she forced a relaxed smile to
her face. She had Natalie to think about. Worrying about Ivan could, would,
come later. For now, they just had to hope that he would pull through...
The trio exited Steel Claw's camp, passing beyond the communal cabin and its
growing smell of cooking food. Katsuya would bet that Toris, another Beta, was
one of the few early risers in the Pack besides herself and the pups. But he
was probably busy prepping breakfast from leftovers of last night's hunt. Best
not to disturb him, but maybe it would be fun to invite him out another time.
Leading the way, the pups dashed out into the forest. Peter got to the tree
line first and ran ahead a few more paces, almost disappearing from sight
before looking back at the two she wolves. Not wanting to disappoint her
charges, Katsuya jogged to the edge of the forest and sat down on a large
boulder nearby, setting the pack on the ground.
“I’ll be judge. Don’t go too far alright? Make sure you can still smell me!”
Natalie barked an affirmation, echoed by Peter. The she-wolf pup then burrowed
her head between her paws in an adorable parody of a praying child, obviously
counting. Peter barked once more and vanished into the brush. After a count of
thirty, Katsuya had been following along in her head, Natalie too rushed off
into the forest.
Playing hide-and-stalk was a good way for young wolves to hone hunting skill
and become familiar with the territory surrounding their pack. But, even at
times like this Katsuya couldn’t help but well, worry. Surely, their old pack
could not track them down, but, they weren’t the only wolves on the mountain.
Katsuya remembered from their first encounter with Steel Claw. How Alfred had
mentioned another pack: Blood Fang…
They could be something to worry about. The other members of the pack had
nothing good to stay about them. Blood Fang sounded very similar to their old
pack: blood thirsty, cruel to Omega, and worse… Even their old pack had not
kidnapped and raped female Alpha.
“Katsu! Katsuuu!” The voices of children snapped the elder wolf back to
attention.
Natalie’s head was poking out of a bush, a very sulky looking Peter beside her.
“How long was that? How fast did I track him?”
“O-oh… I’m sorry love, I wasn’t keeping track.” Katsuya admitted.
Natalie huffed, it was her turn to look sulky. “Well keep track this time.” The
little girl grumbled before returning to her wolf form.
“You’ll have to wait until next round.” Peter said, excitedly “It’s my turn to
count.”
He too slipped back into the shape of a wolf pup and joined his silver furred
companion back at the bush line. With a confirming bark, Natalie rushed off
into the woods, leaving Peter to count. Again, after thirty seconds he too ran
off and vanished from sight. This time Katsuya kept count.
One minute turned into five.
Five minutes became ten.
Ten turned into fifteen minutes…
Katsuya got off of the boulder, her legs beginning to go numb. Surely last time
had not taken so long. Right? Where were…?
Soft whimpering to her left gave the former Gamma a start. “Oh Natalie, I was
worried that…” She trailed off in a small whine of her own as only Peter
emerged from the bushes. The blond furred pup quickly turned into his human
form, blue eyes wide: “I can’t find her! Is she cheating? Did she come back
here?!”
“No sweetie.” Katsuya quickly took a blanket from the bundle she had brought
with her, wrapping up the young boy. “How long ago did you lose her?”
“About five minutes in.” Peter admitted quietly. “Her smell trail vanished near
a tall tree. The trail just ended so I circled back but I couldn’t find her.”
Natalie never broke the rules, she knew better. Katsuya’s heart was beginning
to pound. Natalie would never go off on her own. Someone had taken her! She had
to go searching! She had to go get the pack!
“What’s going on over here?” Arthur was walking briskly up to them. Katsuya
hadn’t even heard him coming, hadn’t smelt him either. Arthur’s scent was very
strange. It was mostly pine trees, like the scent of the pack itself. Had he
been an Omega? But there was just a hint of roses and even rain water, buried
underneath it. Arthur never smelt like himself, but he didn’t smell totally
like Steel Claw. His scent was always fluctuating between the weird mix and it
was unsettling. The strange wolf was always hostile around them and, if not for
Peter acting as a calming buffer, Katsuya would have surely been on edge. Right
now, Arthur had a grumpy look on his face and the smell of lust and sex was
rolling off of him. Pine, roses, and musk washed over her along with his
discomfort. Why had he abandoned the Grooming Party?
Katsuya shoved that momentary curiosity aside, there was something more
pressing to worry about. Maybe, Arthur could help. She turned to face the male
Beta, watching as Peter hurried to his side to hug him. “I… Peter lost Natalie
during a game. She probably just went out of bounds of my scent. But…”
“She’s a really good hider.” Peter said, childish jealousy evident in his tone.
He didn’t realize how serious the situation could be yet. Arthur did.
“Take us to where you tracked her love. Maybe she hid in some poor fox’s den.”
Arthur said, his expression calm. Peter nodded and two pattering feet were
replaced by four paws as the wolf once again dived into the underbrush. “Let’s
hope she’s just in some fox’s den.” The green-eyed Beta said as he moved around
the quivering former Gamma and strode off into the forest.
The duo made quick work of following Peter through the trees. He came to a stop
under a large tree, just as he said. There was no water nearby for Natalie to
run through, nor any noticeable animal dens for her to hide in. Peter whined
and sniffed at the ground. Katsuya felt her heart skip a beat. Where was
Natalie?
“Clever girl.” Arthur said, catching her attention. He was looking up into the
branches, an amused smirk on his face. “I think it’s best if you come down now,
pet.”
“You really suck at this game Peter.” Natalie dropped down from the tree
branches into Arthur’s arms. She had abandoned her wolf form in order to climb
the tree. Katsuya let out a sigh so heavy with relief that it nearly made her
knees give out. Natalie was safe. The pack hadn’t tracked them, there was no
Blood Fang scout lurking nearby that had torn her throat out. Safe… She didn’t
need to worry. She deserved not to worry anymore, why did she doubt so? Giving
Natalie a quick hug, she let the pup turn back to her wolf form.
“Why don’t you two go help Toris dish up breakfast for the pack hm?” Arthur
spoke up again. “I need a word with your sister okay? Go on.”
The pups barked and took off, not a care in the world. It had just been a bump
in the road of their game. Arthur and Katsuya saw it as more. “You aren’t
adjusting well are you?” Arthur said quietly, as soon as the pups were out of
ear shot.
The she-wolf looked down, arms crossing tightly over her chest. “No. I mean, it
comes and it goes. You know?”
“I do. Believe me.” Arthur put a hand on her shoulder. Katsuya slowly relaxed,
looking at the green-eyed Beta. “Probably better than most.”
Slowly, Arthur withdrew his hand. It snaked into the pocket of his leather
jacket as the blond haired man rocked back on his heels. “Walk with me for a
bit? I’m sure they made it to camp safe.”
“Okay.” Katsuya was not sure where this was going, but she followed Arthur
through the trees. They did not go further into the woods, merely through,
making a circle around the edge of Steel Claw’s camp. Katsuya could even see
the cabins through the trees. Arthur was trying to make her feel safe, give her
an opening to bolt if this oncoming discussion made her uncomfortable. So, she
had to wonder, what was he going to unburden on to her this morning?
“I know a bit about where you came from.” Arthur said, “And I’m sorry about
what you had to go through.”
“Alfred told you?”
The other Beta shook his head, “Francis actually, he has a bit of experince in
these matters.” He glanced at her, measuring the wounded woman before him,
sizing her up. Whatever he saw, he must have liked or at least respected
because Arthur continued to talk.
“Francis and I come from the Rose Paw pack. Where from an island in the far
eastern Atlantic.” Arthur explained slowly, letting the words sink in, “We’re
the only surviving members. To my knowledge at least.”
Katsuya couldn’t keep from gasping. She had frozen, letting Arthur get several
paces in front of her. “Y-you’re…”
The Rose Paw pack was the reason the Great Pack was created, the reason that
they needed such careful laws and planning to keep a balance in the ranks. Over
one-hundred years ago, the Rose Paw pack performed many horrible experiments on
young wolves, trying to increase the number of Omega within their pack. And
hence, increase the number of wolves and potential Alpha they had. But, their
methods were crude and nothing short of torture. They even kidnapped Omega and
young Beta from nearby packs to experiment on. It is from these cruel practices
that current Grooming methods are based, lessened and softened under the
guidance of the Great Pack.
“That’s why I smell like roses.” Arthur said, “I’m one of their surviving
Omega. So yes, I can understand the pain and horror you went through and just
how hard it is to let people in, to stop feeling hunted…” A bitter laugh left
the Beta, “But Francis is at least lucky enough to no longer smell like them.
I’ll never get the stench off, no matter what I do. I was there for too long.”
“I’m so sorry.” Katsuya said.
“Yeah, well, it’s kind of the reason I act like such a bitch.” Arthur gave her
an almost bashful smile. He took a few steps forward and the she-wolf followed
him this time. “Being a Beta is hard for me. I was an Omega until the Great
Pack came and eradicated most of my Pack, I have no idea how Francis got me
out, but he did…” Pain twisted Arthur’s features, but Katsuya was wise enough
not to ask. He had done more than enough by telling her the truth about his
first pack. The least she could do was hear him out and not ask anymore
questions. “I won’t give you more nightmares by describing in detail what they
did. You probably have enough of those and then some to spare… But, I can
promise you that Ivan is not going to suffer anything horrific under our care.”
“Thank you.” The woman nodded, managing to catch up with Arthur now. “It means
a lot, that you would tell me this.”
“I’m telling you because I know you’ll keep your mouth shut.” Arthur said. “You
will, right?”
“Of course.” Katsuya nodded. “Though it might not be so bad if you tell the
others. You and Francis were both victims, they will understand.”
To her surprise, Arthur snorted another, bitter laugh, “Francis is not a
victim.”
“Oh?” Katsuya was the one to look back this time as Arthur had paused. “…. Do
you want to talk about it? We could share our experiences. It might help both
of us.”
The Beta surveyed her for a long moment before nodding, “If anyone at this camp
deserves to know the truth it is you, Katsuya.”
Arthur moved to catch up with her before speaking again. “Francis was more than
just a Beta of the Rose Paw pack. Back then, he was known as Gaston Bonnefoy…
Does that name ring a bell?”
Katsuya gulped, a knot of dread settling into her stomach. “I do. And you mean
to tell me that he is in there with my little brother?!”
A hand was clapped hard over her mouth. “Be quiet.” Arthur growled, “I’m
trusting you to hear me out. Don’t make me regret it you half-Gamma.”
The slur made Katsuya tense even more. It was pack slang for a wolf in
transition, not quite Gamma, not quite pack wolf. It was a reminder that she
did not quite belong, not yet. Her eyes narrowed, but she remained quiet.
Arthur reeked of fear and desperation. He needed to tell someone, bare his
secrets to someone other than just Alfred. The Alpha had to know what was going
on.
Slowly, Arthur took his hand away. “Francis and my brother, the Alpha,
Allister, were close friends all throughout childhood. Francis’ interest in the
human sciences had always interested my brother. He let Francis travel to one
of the few remaining human colonies, before they were wiped out by other packs
seeking to arm themselves with technology, in order to learn their secrets and
bring them back for our use.”
“You see, shortly before I was born a plague wiped out nearly all of the Omega
and a good deal of Beta on our island. I hear even a couple neighboring packs
lost their Alphas and it must be true because they all flocked to my brother to
lead them.” Arthur stepped back, running a hand through his hair. “You can
imagine how that kind of power can get to a man’s head. My brother needed more
Omega to help tie the pack together, solidify the ranks and keep other
potential Alpha in line. Francis came back with the knowledge to handle that.”
“He came back with information on how to make and mix drugs made form nature.
It was almost like magic. His creations and instructions sped up the Omega
process to an amazing rate. By the time I was made Allister had nearly fifteen
Omega in his Tower Nest.”
“F-fifteen?!” Katsuya gaped. Normal packs, at least, as far as she had seen
numbered in only twenty or so. There were usually two or three Omega to handle
birthing a new generation and more potential Alpha for the next in line to lead
the pack. The majority of the pack was built out of Beta, warriors. And lastly
were the Alpha, one male, one female… “That’s nearly an entire pack of Omega
alone.”
Arthur nodded, “So you understand why we were such a big target. Other wolves
were jealous of our growing pack numbers and our stability. But… that all came
crashing down around us. The Omega became unstable in their health and the
Great Pack was formed, they were afraid that Allister would create a global
pack empire. They decided he had to be stopped, that the entire pack had to be
stopped.”
Katsuya found that she was barely breathing, so entranced by the history Arthur
was laying out before her. “And so they…?”
“Killed them all. Except for Francis and myself. I don’t know how he got word,
but Francis came for me early one morning. He bundled me up and carried me on
his back, I was small enough for the journey.” Arthur closed his eyes, “I can
remember the smell as my pack was impaled on silver laced metal spikes and
burned alive. No Rose could be left alive.” The Beta shook his head, as though
trying to clear the images from his mind, “We wandered, became Gamma and tried
to loose our scents. Eventually, we were let into this pack by Alfred’s uncle.
I became an Omega again and Francis, having changed his name, resumed his
position of Beta and eventually began to share the secrets of making Omega
quickly again.”
Noticing Katsuya’s expression Arthur was quick to add, “He is very careful. He
doesn’t use drugs or anything like that anymore. Just the basic techniques…”
“Are you sure?” Katsuya asked.
Arthur nodded, “I am.” He sighed quietly, “That… was a lot to get off of my
chest. I am glad that I finally told someone. Even if I couldn’t bare to go
into the specifics.”
“Anytime.” The young woman replied with a small, nervous smile. This was so
much to think about! Was Francis really as trustworthy as Arthur insisted he
was? Or was the Beta just protecting himself? Before her thoughts could carry
her away again, Arthur spoke up once more. “The things you have learned, I want
to know that you will not let it effect your loyalty to the pack. Alfred
doesn’t deserve more dissent, not after he has been so kind to you three when
you were Gamma.”
“I know the risks he took in letting in strange wolves to his pack. We are
thankful for it everyday.” Katsuya replied, unable to keep a haughty tone from
her voice, “I know how to keep secrets Arthur.”
“But I don’t.” A voice cackled from the shadows. A tall, thin figure stepped
out of the trees, his features becoming more clear as the rising sun’s rays
burned away the clouds. Katsuya watched the new wolf carefully, he had come up
behind them from downwind. How much had he heard?!
“Gilbert.” Arthur’s voice came out in a growl, “You’re in Steel Claw territory.
What do you want?!”
Katsuya stiffened, looking at the strange man. His skin was so pale that it
made his red eyes stand out in an eerie manner. He also reeked of the coppery
taste of blood, mixed with grass. He smelt like a battlefield.
“Don’t tell me being tossed around from an Omega to a Beta made you loose your
marbles, Artie.” Gilbert said. He sauntered over with an arrogant strut that
screamed Alpha, “Where are your manners? I’m an Alpha of Blood Fang, here on
business.”
“What business?” Arthur snapped, his usual confrontational attitude out in full
swing. But Katsuya didn’t even have to look at the way his tail twitched or the
slight tremor in his arms and legs to know that the other Beta was scared. He
was worried about what Gilbert had heard too.
“Well,” Gilbert drawled, letting his gaze roam over the two of them. Katsuya
tried not to grimace as his sight lingered here and there over her still ample
chest from her days of feeding pups or the curve of Arthur’s hips. “I was just
going to inform Alfred of the next High Moon Howl, and tell him to invite his
lovely former Omegas along for the ride. But, learning that he’s harboring a
Rose Paw fugitive is much more interesting!”
The red eyed wolf took a step away from them, “Why don’t I go talk to him now?”
In the blink of an eye, Gilbert had shed his clothing and begun to shift into
the form of a wolf. Arthur snarled and launched himself at the other male. He
wrapped his arms around Gilbert’s middle, sending them both crashing to the
frigid ground. In a voice, already garbled by transformation, Arthur called
out, “Go! Warn them!”
Katsuya didn’t need telling twice. Barely taking time to drop her own clothes,
she shifted and took off. Howls and snarls chased her all the way back to camp.
Next Time: Alfred is beginning to lose his hold over the pack when Francis’
secret is revealed and he is further distracted with personal matters. Ivan’s
grooming is interrupted which might have disastrous consequences and Natalie
steps up to help take control of the turmoil.
Chapter End Notes
     SPOILERS AHEAD
     So, I was planning to have Arthur be killed by Gilbert in the next
     chapter. But this poses a problem as he can’t step in and defend
     Francis if needed because Gilbert is going to spill the beans to the
     Great Pack. I want to know what you guys think or if you have any
     other ideas as how to handle this. If you have any comments please
     put a spoiler tag in your statement and give me your thoughts! See
     you next time!
***** Alpha Mark *****
Chapter Summary
     Katsuya runs to tell Alfred what happened. A surprsing secret is
     revealed about Natalie.
Chapter Notes
     Sorry this is such a short chapter. I'm still working on whether or
     not Arthur should pass on... I hope this change with Natalie is not
     too sudden. I plan to develop it more next chapter and build
     relationships with characters before the next... explosion.
Alfred sat back, pulling free of Ivan once again. His body was flush with
desire and lust and heady power but in truth, his mind was not completely
present. Sure, it was a rush to see Ivan spread out before him, tilting his
head this way and that as he alternated between blowing and stroking Francis
and Matthew to give his ass a break. But, his mind had alsto been on the trap
door. On Arthur.
The Beta had been uppity ever since he had stopped being an Omega and Alfred
couldn’t really blame him. Well, okay, he could blame him. The guy was always
pushing and just wouldn’t take his word as Alpha. But that didn’t mean that
Alfred was being straight with him at all. He had lied to Arthur, and
ultimately, it was meant to protect him from the rest of the pack. They would
flip if they found out he was harboring members of the Rose Paw pack. Even if
Arthur had been an Omega at the time, he and Francis would probably be dragged
before the Great Pack and executed. And, Alfred couldn’t stand the thought of
that. He would just have to go get Arthur, console him and drag his grumpy ass
back to the nest. A few rounds humping Ivan ought to calm his now tit-less ass.
It really was too bad that male Omega lost their breasts when they returned to
Beta, it was really hot on some of them.
The Alpha rose to his feet, “I’m getting some food. Will you two be alright
without me for an hour or so?”
“Yes.” Francis said, his voice thick with arousal. He was stroking Ivan’s hair,
fingers toying with his ears as the former Gamma sucked him off. “We will be
just fine. Make sure Arthur comes back too.”
“We can handle this Al.” Matthew said, just as breathless. “Go eat.”
“Thanks guys.” Alfred stretched, snagging his clothes from the ground. As he
dressed, he spared a glance at ivan. The young wolf’s eyes had glazed over. His
responses were more automatic now, moving to deep throat Francis and curl his
fingers around Matthew’s erection with no hesitation. Alfred was willing to bet
that by the end of the week, Ivan would be going into his first heat. Probably
right after the monthly High Moon Howl if he was lucky. Alfred really didn’t
want to miss Ivan’s first heat. “Take care of our new Omega.”
With those departing words, Alfred jumped up, easily unlocking the small latch
on the trap door and pushing it open as he clung to the roof of the Nest.
Hauling himself out of the hole, he shut the trap door once again and got up.
Nothing in his cabin seemed out of order. So, none of the pups and no other
wolves had decided to sneak into his cabin as a prank while he was grooming
Ivan. Good. It did look like Arthur had stolen his favorite leather jacket
again though. How the bastard kept slipping in and snagging it was beyond
Alfred, but he would always randomly spot the Beta wearing it. Another petty
way for Arthur to get back at him, he supposed. It was probably better than the
outright cold shoulder and yelling, but not by much.
“I’ll just talk to the guy after I make him come back to grooming…” Alfred
mumbled aloud before opening the door.
He was knocked off his feet by a rapidly transforming naked woman crashing into
him. “Katsuya!”
The short haired, pale blond landed right on top of him. It would have been
comical if not for the look of absolute terror on her face. The she-wolf was
whining and whimpering as she scrambled to her feet once again, not even caring
about the fact that she was completely naked.
“What’s wrong?” Alfred asked, gently taking hold of the Beta, “What happened?”
He could smell Peter, Natalie, Arthur and…
“What is Gilbert doing here?!” The Alpha couldn’t keep the rage from his voice,
there was a note of fear mixed in it. Even Katsuya heard it echoed in her own
words.
“He’s fighting Arthur. You have to go, now!” Panic rolled through Alfred, but
he had to keep his cool. Turning from the Beta he poked his head down into the
Nest, “Francis, with me. Keep Ivan busy Matt.”
If either of the other wolves noticed anything off, they did not comment on it.
Francis only took the time to tug on his pants before joining Alfred and
Katsuya on the main level of the cabin. The trap door closed again and all
three were out the door. Katsuya only glanced back once before turning her
attention to the edge of camp once again, “This way.”
The wind was blowing towards them now, leading them straight to the place where
she had abandoned Arthur. As they drew closer, they could smell roses, grass,
and blood on the wind. Far too much blood to be just Gilbert’s natural pack
scent. Someone was hurt. Badly.
“Please don’t let it be Arthur…” Alfred murmured under his breath. Katsuya and
Francis had already transformed, darting ahead. He heard their howling and
tried to get his two legs to pump faster. He had to stay in human form, he
couldn’t give in to his instincts to hunt down Gilbert and tear him apart…
Those howls spoke of fear and pain. “Don’t let Arthur be dead.”
His heart almost stopped when he came upon them. Katsuya was circling warily,
looking this way and that. Francis was curled up next to the body, gently
trying to nose it, to get a reaction. As Alfred approached, all heavy foot
falls and panting breath, the shaggy blonde wolf looked up. It’s bright blue
eyes were already swimming with tears, he whined. Alfred clumsily patted his
head as he looked down at the fallen Beta. Arthur’s fur was matted with blood,
several large gashes were open on his side and sluggishly seeping into the
snow. One of his ears was missing a large chunk and his right hind leg was bent
the wrong way. “Oh, Artie…”
Alfred knelt down next to the thin wolf, stroking the soft fur between his
ears. “I’m so sorry.”
The wolf twitched under his touch. Bleary green eyes peaked up at the trio
surrounding him. They were dull from exhaustion and pain. Arthur gave a weak,
coughing bark. A tail missing its tip thumped once as he tried to lift his
head.
“Oh god he’s alive.” Francis had transformed back to his human shape. The cold
didn’t seem to bother him at all as he fretted over his old pack mate. “We need
to get him inside now.”
Arthur tried to move and Alfred stilled him with a gentle stroke down his
muzzle, “Easy baby. Don’t move. We’re going to get you inside and take care of
you. Easy…”
Arthur’s movements stilled once again and he looked up at them, his tail
dragging weakly against the snow covered ground. Alfred turned to Francis,
“Take him back to my cabin. Take him to the nest with Ivan, it’s the safest
place for him and Ivan is close enough to an Omega now. He can keep Arthur calm
while we treat him, as soon as he’s down there get Toris.” Alfred was already
stripping off his clothes, “I’m going after Gilbert.”
“You need to stay with us. Arthur needs you more than ever now!” Francis
snapped.
Alfred glared at him, “Arthur can wait for me. I will not let Gilbert get away
with this!”
The blond Alpha growled low in his throat as he raced off into the forest. The
sound of Francis and Katsuya carrying Arthur back seemed to reverberate in his
ears, filling his head with even more rage. He had no idea what had prompted
Gilbert to attack Arthur but he didn’t care, he was going to tear that white
wolf’s throat out himself! No one touched his pack! No one touched what was
his.
Alfred’s nose caught the scent of blood and he saw the trail that Gilbert was
leaving. A flicker of pride flared in his chest. Arthur had put that spark to
good use. That’s the spitfire he was so fond of! The puddles of blood got
thicker and larger, Gilbert’s prints staggering. He was badly hurt, dying
maybe. Hopefully dying.
The Alpha of Blood Fang was sprawled out on the ground less than a mile from
where he had fought Arthur. Gilbert was just as much of a mess as his Beta and
worse. Alfred could see several long entrails had fallen from the other wolf
turned man’s stomach, catching on a few bushes and twigs. Stalking over to the
fallen figure, he saw that Gilbert had not died too long ago. His limbs were
twisted, still trying to move forwards, to survive. But, his eyes were glazed
and fogged with death. Alfred snorted in satisfaction, only lamenting the fact
that he had not been the one to deliver the final blow. A growl to his left
caught the Alpha’s attention and he turned to see another blond, blue eyed wolf
stalking out of the bushes. Ludwig.
The other wolf was almost Alfred’s mirror image, save for the fact that he
lacked the small curl of fur that Alfred had on top of his head. And, Alfred
was also a head taller. For now. Ludwig was the Male Alpha Candidate for Blood
Fang and with Gilbert dead: Ludwig was going to get bigger and stronger. Right
now, he was fueled by rage and Alfred wasn’t quite sure that he could take him…
Ludwig stalked closer and Alfred stood his ground, growling low in his throat.
He tensed, waiting for an attack that never came. Several silver blurs darted
out of the brush and tackled the Blood Fang wolf. Alfred stared, shocked at the
way they pinned down the new Alpha. Growling and snarling, the two female
wolves managed to hold the blonde wolf for a few moments. Ludwig finally shook
them off and with a final glare towards Alfred, darted off into the trees.
Alfred recognized Katsuya but not the medium sized female wolf. She looked
about to charge after Ludwig but Alfred shifted, calling her to a halt,
“Enough!”
He looked between the two, “Thank you for helping me. But… who is she?”
Alfred looked at the second female wolf. He could smell pine and cornflowers.
Who was this wolf? She didn’t look like anyone from his pack that he
recognized. But that silver fur and purple eyes… “Natalie?!”
The young wolf shifted back to her human form. No longer a child, Natalie had
the body of a teenager. Such a sudden growth spurt and the ability to stand
against an Alpha physically could only mean one thing. Alfred’s gaze quickly
trailed along the girl’s body looking for the mark. The Alpha Mark blazed out
red against her pale skin on her inner thigh. The red paw mark looked like a
beacon in the snowy background. “You’re a potential Alpha?” Alfred asked,
looking shocked.
“… Does that really matter? We should be going after him!” Natalie said, a
growl in her voice.
“No, we need to get back to Arthur.” Katsuya said, “Gilbert is dead, there is
no way that he could have told his pack about Arthur and Francis.” Natalie
whipped around to look at her sister, barely containing a shiver. The cold was
getting to her now that the adrenaline was wearing off, “Tell the pack what
about Francis and Arthur?”
“Nothing.” Alfred and Katsuya said at the same time. The Alpha looked at the
new female potential, “Do not worry about it Natalie. You’re going to have a
lot more on your plate from now on.”
The young wolf looked confused, “What do you mean?”
“… Ivan is still in transition and Arthur has been hurt badly.” Alfred started.
“I know, I saw.”
“So I’m going to need help.” The male Alpha said, “I need you to step up, now
that I know you are a potential Female Alpha.”
Natalie still looked confused, “What are you saying Alpha?”
Alfred couldn’t believe his luck amidst all of this chaos. Natalie must have
been a potential Alpha from the start! He just hadn’t been able to notice
because she and her siblings registered as too much of a Gamma! Now that
Natalie had time to adjust and actually become comfortable in the pack her true
colors are beginning to show! Alfred knew what he had to say next.
“I can’t do all of this alone and lead the pack as much as they need me. I want
to make you female Alpha.”
Next Time: Alfred checks on Arthur and Ivan. Natalie announces her new position
to the pack.
 
***** Changes *****
Chapter Summary
     Alfred checks in on Arthur and Ivan, causing tension between himself
     and Francis. They are shooed out by Toris who wants Ivan to have his
     first experience in the true role of an Omega: as a caretaker for the
     pack. Meanwhile, Natalie announces her new rank to mixed results.
     Elsewhere: the Great Pack recieves startling news.
Chapter Notes
     First time writing out a chapter in the AO3 chapter page. Most of the
     time I copy over from word. I hope it's long enough. And, if you guys
     are lucky, I'll punch this out before midnight. If not... haha... Oh
     boy. Thanks for sticking with me so far! I can say that the end is
     near... maybe five chapters or so out. :(
     Sorry for all of the spelling errors!
     Don't worry, I'm already planning part 2!
“Where is he? How is he?!” Alfred panted as he dropped down into the nest once
again. He was not surprised to see that Francis had lingered, but Matthew had
vacated Ivan’s resting place. Probably sent to pick up Toris. The brunette Beta
was probably the most versed in treating wounds and the role of an Omega
outside of Arthur. Ivan was still too raw to properly perform his actions as
Omega of the pack. Beyond fucking that is and Alfred, as well as most of the
Grooming Party, was in no mood to continue that for the time being.
"He's sleeping." Francis said. He had somehow convinced Arthur to shift back to
his human form. The green-eyed Beta was laying on a large cushion in the middle
of the nest. Sheets and other bedding had been torn to shreds in order to bind
his wounds for the time being. Francis was sitting beside Arthur, gently
dabbing away the drying blood with a warm, wet cloth. 
Ivan sat on Arthur's other side, gently stroking his fingers through the
blond's matted hair. The ashen haired Omega was crooning something gently, no
doubt trying to keep Arthur relaxed despite the pain he was in. And he
certainly seemed to be. It was probably a miracle and a blessing that Arthur
had succumbed to unconsciousness, for even as he slumbered, the Beta's features
were twisted with agony. 
"Is he going to make it?" The Omega spoke up, quietly. His drooping silver ears
were pressed down on top of his head, concern for the snarky Beta whirling
around him like a distracted  tornado. Even though Arthur had a bad attitude,
had called for his death the first time they met, he couldn't bring himself to
hate the Beta. Or even wish him ill. Arthur was his pack. And, Ivan could
remember the care that Arthur and Alfred had given him the first night he had
spent in the nest. He wanted to repay him in anyway possible. But... how? He
didn't know anything about healing. Still, something in his gut told him that
for now, it was just enough to be there. 
"Of course he's going to make it." Alfred said. He hadn't meant to sound so
harsh, and almost flinched himself when he saw Ivan recoil from the tone of
hios voice. 
It didn't help that Francis seemed to take issue with his forceful optimism.
The Beta glared at him with red rimmed, blood shot eyes. His cheeks were still
wet with tears, "You don't know that. Don't lie..." Francis' voice held a growl
and Alfred felt his own lip curl in response, rumbles building in his chest. He
was not going to tolerate back talk from Gaston Bonnefoy. Not when he knew,
he knew, that Arthur was important to both of them. "Why is it every time you
take him back down here he just seems to be worse off then before?!" Francis
snarled, "We should have left this pack when you became Alpha. He wouldn't have
gotten hurt like this!"
Alfred opened his mouth to retort but another growl cut him off. Beta and Alpha
looked in surprise at their Omega. Ivan had nudged Francis back, moving to
crouch over Arthur like one would a wounded pup. His Omega instincts were
peeking. "Your scents are making him feel worse." Ivan growled, his violet eyes
narrowed, "Your anger, your hate. It can make him sicker! Slow his healing
process even further. So get out."
"But..." Alfred was shocked by this change in attitude. He hadn't expected Ivan
to be the one to stand against him in this. Sure, Omega were responsible for
birthing and caring for the young as well as being the primary caregiver for
the old, ill, or wounded. But, had Ivan already developed those instincts? He
had shown such reluctance before. Maybe he was closer to being a full-fledged
Omega then they all thought. Well, so long as he did not go into heat while
Arthur was recovering. The poor guy did not need the stress or temptation. 
The Alpha nodded, tail wagging in spite of his scolding and stress. "Very well,
my Omega. Take care of him. Toris will be down to help you soon. He has
experience tending wounds. Is that okay?"
Ivan relaxed, shifting to kneel next to Arthur's head again. He resumed
stroking the wounded Beta's hair. "That's fine. Just go. He won't heal properly
with your negative scents stressing him out."
Francis seemed reluctant. But, another growl from Ivan forced even the stubborn
Beta to relent. He would not be able to linger at Arthur's bedside this time.
Francis and the Alpha left the Nest, just as Katsuya, Matthew and Toris came
through the door of Alfred's cabin. Toris must have been filled in on the way,
because he dropped down into the Nest without a word, closing the trap door
behind him. Matthew looked at Alfred, "Are you going to tell me what's going
on?"
"Gilbert attacked Arthur and Katsuya at the edge of our camp." Alfred
explained, fishing out jeans and a new shirt from his dresser. Katsuya picked
at the sleeve of her newly dawned flannel shirty. Nervous. Alfred noted her
behavior but did not call her out on it in front of the others. There were a
hand full of things that could drive Arthur to attack an Alpha and he was
pretty sure that he knew the reason. The only question was: how did he find
out?
”What was Gilbert even doing here in the first place?” Matthew frowned,
crossing his arms. “We haven’t gotten along with Blood Fang since they killed
our parents.”
Our parents being the last pair of Alpha. The Male Alpha had been Matthew’s
father and Alfred’s uncle, Allan. Matthew’s mother had been Arthur, who was an
Omega at the time. Alfred’s mother had been Amelia who was impregnated by
Toris, their second Omega. At least, that is what he had been told by everyone.
The two Alpha were a turbulent but powerful pair, barely managing their pack
but they kept peace on the mountain, even with the Blood Fang. Allan and Amelia
often fought with one another over how to lead the pack. It was no surprise
that there were dark rumors about the two as well. Specifically, Amelia’s
flirtatious behavior with members of other packs. And Allan’s taste for the
flesh of his own kind. Still, they sought out nailing down territory boundaries
so that no further blood could be shed between packs. And, during a fateful
meeting with the Alpha of Blood Fang, they had been killed in an attempt of the
other pack to seize control of disputed territory. Only Alfred had survived. At
least, that is what he had told everyone.
”What do you think?”
”Hm?” Matthew’s voice jerked Alfred from his thoughts. The lilac eyed Beta
sighed, “I was asking what you thought Gilbert’s reason was for coming here.”
”He’s a Blood Fang.” Alfred said, smoothing his shirt with a well practiced
snort. “He probably took advantage of the fact that he receives word of the
next High Moon Howl location before me to stir up trouble when he is supposed
to be passing along the location, which he got himself killed before he could.
Not that I’m too worried, bastard probably deserved it.”
"He did." Katsuya spoke up, "He threatened Arthur and me."
Francis turned to look at the she-wolf, "Did he? I always knew that Gilbert
could be hot-headed..." There was a note of apprehension in the man's voice. He
disguised it well, not even his scent betrayed him, but Alfred could tell. He
turned to look at the she-wolf and his cousin, "Mattie, why don't you go get
Natalie ready for the announcement and gather the pack. I have some good news
to share. But first, I want a word with Francis. I'm sure Katsuya wants to stay
close to her brother."
Kastuya managed a weak smile and Matthew looked curious. Thankfully, neither
wolf asked any questions and  Matthew darted off into the camp. The Alpha
turned to face Francis, expression falling from passive joy to something dark.
"Katsuya, why don't you tell us why Gilbert was really attacked by Arthur?"
”Real reason?” Francis turned to look at them. His nervousness could not be
completely hidden anymore, slipping out in a faint tang, mixing with his usual
musk. Alfred nodded. Katsuya pulled more incessantly at her sleeve, “Arthur
told me about the two of you, where you came from.”
”He what?!” Francis started to object, but Alfred held up a hand to silence
him. He was pretty sure Ivan and Toris would be too distracted by Arthur to
overhear their conversation. But, he wasn’t going to chance it by having
everyone yell at one another. The blue-eyed Beta huffed before repeating in a
quieter voice, “He told you?!”
Katsuya nodded, “He wanted someone to open up to. And, he wanted me to trust
him enough to open up too.” She sniffled, biting at her lip, “We didn’t smell
Gilbert. He was down wind and had been eavesdropping on our conversation. He
was going to run and blurt everything to your pack… Arthur tried to stop him.”
”It’s a good thing I already knew then.” Alfred said, “All Alphas have known
for at least the past two generations of the Pack.” He explained calmly,
“Still, it would be bad if the rest of the pack found out. They might not be so
forgiving.”
”My poor, brave Arthur.” Francis sighed. “I doubt he even considered how lucky
he is to have survived at all…” He buried his face in his hands, ears folded
back, tail drooping. “It should have been me…” Francis mumbled into his hands.
”You would not have stood a chance against Gilbert, even if you took him by
surprise.” Alfred pointed out, “He’s a lot younger than you and an Alpha.
Arthur may be old, but he’s tough, fast and had surprise on his side. Gilbert
probably didn’t expect a former Omega like him to even react like that.” The
Alpha smiled a little as Francis slowly lifted his head, “I bet Artie gutted
him as his first move. Gilbert couldn’t afford to kill him, he had to go and
try slinking back to his pack. Bastard bled out before he could do anything…”
”So we hope.” Katsuya spoke up in a somber tone, “That other wolf showed up
after you found him pretty quickly.”
”Ludwig was there.” Alfred said before Francis could even ask, “He might have
heard, but he has no proof. None of the Rose Paw pack except you survived and
it will be hard for him to get the attention of the Great Pack… I hope.”
”All he needs is a witness. One of the Omegas I worked on for another pack,
anyone who has seen my face before. Or if they can force Arthur to strip, he
still has the brand of roses on him. It never healed.” Francis said darkly, “We
aren’t in the clear yet Alpha.”
”No. But, if I take you to the Great Pack next High Moon Howl, I can vouch for
you. Invite them back to see what you have done that is good for our pack.”
Alfred said. He put a hand on the Beta’s shoulder, “We shouldn’t be fighting
each other. Not at a time like this. But you need to trust me.”
Francis looked at him for a long moment before nodding. “I do trust you Alfred.
And right now you probably need to go make your announcement.”
“Right.” Alfred nodded. He looked over at Katsuya, nodding, “Lets go. I’ll
check in on Ivan and Artie again soon.” The two Beta followed him out onto the
porch. The rest of the pack was already gathering around the fire pit, herded
by Matthew and Peter who was looking around for his mother. That was going to
be another difficult conversation… Alfred steeled himself and gestured for a
now clothed Natalie to join him on the porch. Francis and Katsuya stepped down
to join the throng.
To many confused looks, Natalie joined Alfred. She looked out at the wolves of
Steel Claw, a calm, collected smile on her face. Her violet eyes, so much like
her siblings, were sharp and cool as they looked out over her pack. Their pack.
Alfred forced a genuine smile to stretch his features, “My pack I have a very
happy announcement to share with you!”
Taking Natalie’s hand, he ushered her forward, standing behind her, “You are
looking at the new female Alpha of Steel Claw!”
”I hope to lead you well.” Natalie said proudly, lifting her head high, “I
swear to be fair and just. To stand beside my Alpha partner!” She squeezed
Alfred’s hand and waited…
It had gone better than he hoped. The wolves before them began to howl
joyously. Their pack had not been so complete since before Alfred became Alpha.
Soon, they would have an Omega and they would be as stable as ever… If this
mess with the threat of exposure for Francis and Arthur managed to fade away
quietly. He would have to find a way to talk to Ludwig. Make sure that he had
not heard anything. Make sure that he didn’t tell anyone if he did…
Unfortunately, the joy did not last long. Peter stepped out of the crowd, his
child like form tense, blue eyes wide and wary, “Where is my mother?!” He
called, somehow heard over the howls. No one must have seen Francis and Katsuya
spirit Arthur to Alfred’s cabin. The smile slipped from Alfred’s face. It was
time to lie to his pack once again…
                                     *~*~*
”Can you really help me make him better?” Ivan asked, looking up at the Beta.
Toris nodded, “I can do my best.”
He sat down on the other side of Arthur’s unconscious form, taking his pulse
and digging through the box he had brought down into the nest with him. Ivan
recognized the box from the first night he spent in camp. Arthur had brought it
into the cabin with him. “What are those?” The new Omega couldn’t help but be
curious at a time like this.
”Medical notes.” Toris said, “Francis brought them with him from wherever he
was before. He says they are his father’s.” The brunette continued to flip
through the pages, “It has lists of potions and balms that will keep out
infection and speed up Arthur’s natural healing process.”
Toris looked up at Ivan, “You’re going to need to read this eventually. It will
be your duty as an Omega to keep the pack healthy. These journals can help
you.”
Ivan nodded, feeling a weight settle over his shoulders. Responsibility. “I’ll
do my best.” Toris smiled with him and got to work, digging in a bag that was
sitting in the box, “There should be some pre-made things already here…”
”Do you think it will be enough?” Ivan asked, “Arthur is a Beta.”
Beta, while the most numerous members of a pack, also had the slowest healing
rates. And even that varied by age. The older a wolf, the harder it was for
them to heal. The exact opposite was true for Omega wolves. Omega were the
fastest healers in a pack, they had to be for their body was under a lot of
stress, from monthly heats to holding a child through both human and wolf
forms… They also healed faster the older they got. Alphas were somewhere in
between, but they lacked in healing ability they made up in brute strength and
the will of an Alpha, a power that let them impose his or her will upon other
members of the pack. It was near undeniable, unless you were a potential Alpha
or an Alpha yourself.
And looking down at Arthur, Ivan could not help but worry that they were too
late.
                                     *~*~*
Meanwhile, miles away, on the other side of the mountain, Ludwig was running as
though his life depended on it. He cut through the snow with building strength
thanks to his new status as Alpha. He had to warn his pack. He had to get word
to the Great Pack, they could all be in danger… Gaston Bonnefoy was still
alive!
Gilbert had decided that it was high time that Ludwig learn more of what being
an Alpha meant. "Even someone as awesome as me can't be around forever." The
red-eyed wolf had joked as he lead Ludwig to the edge of Blood Fang's
territory. "Now, mornally we aren't allowed to cross, but I need to tell that
dopey Alpha Alfred the location of the next High Moon Howl, this is the only
exception for crossing into enemy territory. You remember where I told you the
Howl is right?"
Ludwig had nodded, a sense of importance and pride filling him. Gilbert was
going to allow him to attend this year. He didn't want t dissappoint his Alpha.
"The lake at the base of the mountain." He recided dutifully. Gilbert nodded.
"Good boy. Now, wait here while I go spread the word." With that, the Alpha had
strolled off at an almost lazy pace through the woods. And, so Ludwig had
waited... until he heard the howls of pain and yipping of a wolf in agony.
Something had gone wrong. Ignoring the rules, Ludwig took off into the forest.
He hadn't run very far when a grizly sight greeted him. 
Gilbert lay on the ground, covered in blood and bite marks. His stomach was
split open, spilling the steaming contents over the snowy ground. Even Ludwig
could see that the wound was fatel. The enemy could still be nearby, but he
didn't care. All he saw was his guardian bleeding out in the snow. "Gilbert."
The younger wolf staggered over to his now human companion and knelt down, "I
should have come with you. I'm so sorry."
With surprising strength, Gilbert's hand flashed out, catchin the front of his
shirt. The older wolf pulled him down, raspy breath stinking of blood and death
already. "Lud... you have to get to the Great Pack." 
The Great Pack. Why?
"Gaston Bonnefoy is still alive. He's here. Steel Claw is... protecting him...
his little bitch... the Whore of Roses... did this to me." Gilbert coughed red
sludge that dribbled down his chin, "I'd be more pissed at beind done in... by
a half-Omega like him... if it hadn't been such a basly move..."
The Alpha's hold was weakening. In the distance, Ludwig heard paw falls.
Someone was coming.
"Run... Gilbert sighed. His hand fell to Ludwig's lap and the Alpha of Blood
Fang breathed no more.
Next Time: Toris and Ivan contemplate more extreme measures to try and help
Arthur recover. Ludwig goes to the Great Pack and Alfred tries to teach Natalie
more about her new role.
***** Rising Tension *****
Chapter Summary
     Toris and Ivan dedice to take drastic measures to speed up Arthur's
     healing process. Unfortunatly, Alfred does not take this news well
     and takes out his frustrations on Ivan.
Chapter Notes
     Decided to take some ideas from the previous comments. I hope things
     aren't moving too fast... And I'm sorry Alfred is an ass in this
     chapter. He's under a lot of stress and is using Ivan to vent...
     there will be more of that in the next chapter... On the plus side at
     least you get some AmeRus smut and a longer chapter?
Warnings: Drama, Alfred being a fail!Alpha, Dubious consent, rough sex, biting
At last, things were done for the day. Alfred had answered the pack’s fill of
questions and a tearful Peter had been taken to the cabin he had formally
shared with Arthur by Katsuya to rest. It was risky to take the pup to be with
Arthur, in his grievously wounded state Peter’s stress would only make him
sicker, just as Ivan had said. The other wolves had begun to go about their
daily activities. Though, most seemed to be a bit on edge with the news of
Gilbert’s attack. They clung together in groups, milling about the other cabins
around the fire pit, taking to one another. Even Francis had retreated to the
communal cabin, to probably drink away his worries rather than hover around the
Alpha cabin in hopes of glimpsing Arthur. He would quell their worries soon. On
the other hand, Natalie was taking her change in position in stride. She had
kept her head high, unflinching and almost cold as she spoke to the pack and
joined in their howling. Alfred could not help but notice that the she-wolf had
kept her eyes open, watching the reactions of the pack. He hoped his decision
on naming the younger wolf Female Alpha would not come back to bite him in the
ass.
The Male Alpha approached his counter part, gently resting a hand on her
shoulder. Natalie turned to look at him, lilac eyes, her brother’s eyes, calm
yet turbulent. It was an unsettling gaze, but Alfred had had plenty of practice
at masking his emotions. And, though they were partners in rank, he was sure he
could keep his dominance over the female. He was an older wolf after all. “I
was wondering, if you wanted to see Ivan. As an Alpha, you have the right to
enter the Nest while he’s grooming.”
He didn’t tell her that the grooming had been halted, that it would be longer
before all three siblings could be reunited. But, maybe if she saw the new
Omega for herself, she could pass along information to Katsuya and soothe both
of their worries. The Beta would be more willing to take her sister’s word than
his, even if he was Alpha.
But to his surprise, Natalie shook her head. The cold look in her eyes became
stormy. Something turbulent was lurking just beneath the surface, “No. I don’t
want to see him like that.” She turned away, shrugging his limp hand from it’s
spot on her shoulder. Alfred let it fall, looking on in disbelief as the Female
Alpha strode off towards the woods. “I want to clear my head. Go check on Ivan
if you like… I don’t want to see him like that. I don’t want to see him be
weak.”
What? Where was this coming from?
Alfred stepped down from where he had lingered on his cabin porch, following
Natalie past the fire pit, “Oh come on, surely you want to see your brother.”
Natalie was just trying to appear tough because he had made her an Alpha.
Right? The she-wolf turned to look at her blue-eyed partner. Natalie’s eyes
were narrowed in defiance, “He is not my brother. He is the Omega. So no, I
don’t want to see him. And I don’t want you to follow me Alfred. I want to be
alone!”
Without another word, Natalie turned and started running. She was faster in
human form now than she had been as a child, but not as fast as she could be on
four legs. It was an awkward process to strip mid run, but somewhere during her
time as a Gamma, the girl seemed to have perfected it. She left a trail of
scattered clothing, like a path of breadcrumbs all the way from where Alfred
was standing to the edge of camp. The Male Alpha groaned to himself as he
watched the silver haired wolf be swallowed up by trees, “That could have gone
better…”
But, Alfred was sure he could understand where she was coming from. She was
Alpha and Ivan Omega. An Omega that was bound to go into heat soon and then he
would have pull an nearly every wolf in camp, even her. The idea of having
carnal desires for her own flesh and blood probably frightened her. It was a
decision Natalie was at liberty to make on her own and Alfred was not going to
stop her. It was just an added bonus to making the youngest sibling the Female
Alpha. No competition for making Ivan a mate. And Ivan would be… No!
Alfred mentally kicked himself for having such thoughts. He couldn’t afford to
make Ivan his mate. The Omega had to remain the pack’s Omega. There were no
replacements: Toris enjoyed being a Beta too much and Arthur, though probably
willing, was out of the question! He would just have to keep his feelings in
check… Ivan had a greater purpose than providing satisfaction for his desires
for flesh. Ivan had to become caretaker for the pack and breed at least one
female potential Alpha in order to solidify the next generation of the pack. He
couldn’t afford to think with his dick. Not over something like this. And
especially not with a threat towards Francis and Arthur’s health hanging over
his head. A wave of guilt washed over the Alpha and he turned, letting himself
back into his cabin. Natalie’s clothes remained scattered through the camp
grounds. Alfred was so wrapped up in his head that he did not care to think of
how the lingering members of the pack would react to their exchange. Let them
talk. He was Alpha. His word, and Natalie’s if he let it, were law.
Meanwhile, down in the nest, Toris and Ivan had set about cleaning and
disinfecting Arthur’s wounds with proper bandages and salves from the box Toris
had brought down with him. They had turned up Ivan’s lights, aiding their work
as much as possible. The Nest was still dim so Arthur was able to remain in his
half slumber but his pack mates were able to treat him without being worried
about accidentally sticking a finger into one of the many cuts dotting his pale
skin. The hardest part had been setting the broken bone of his leg. The poor
Beta had jerked and howled in a broken, miserable manner as Toris shoved his
leg back into its proper shape. Ivan had his arms wrapped as tightly as he
dared around Arthur’s middle, crooning soft nothings into his neck. The healing
process seemed to speed up after that because Arthur’s struggling stopped and
he merely relaxed on their makeshift bed, whimpering.
Ivan looked over at Toris, “… Is he healing fast enough yet?”
The brunette Beta shook his head, gingerly tracing his fingers over the
bandages, checking for continued bleeding. “He’s only now starting to clot. I’m
glad we had some potions that could replenish his blood supply faster than his
healing rate would allow. Otherwise, we might have lost him…”
Toris looked down at the box of journals. They were still a mystery to Ivan.
Just how did Francis’ father come across this information? How did the pack
have faith that these treatments would even be accurate? Alas, he couldn’t ask.
Not when their attention was so focused on the fallen wolf nestled between
them. Ivan watched in silence as Toris quickly rooted through the collection of
books, looking for something.
“Ah, ha…” Toris said softly. He laid a thick black journal on the cushion
between them. Ivan paused in his continued petting of Arthur’s trembling form
to look down at it. The pages were well preserved but stained with something.
Ivan hoped the reddish tinge was not a signal of blood. Thankfully, the marks
were so old that even his newly sensitive nose could pick up no trace of just
what it was. The Omega leaned over to get a closer look at the page Toris had
opened the book up to, “What is that?”
“A potion that’s not very nice. But, I think it can help us.” Toris said
quietly, completely aware that the Alpha had lingered nearby above their heads.
There was no way Alfred would be okay with this. But if it saved Arthur’s life…
maybe he would be forgiven. “It speeds up a wolf’s transition when becoming an
Omega. Given in large enough doses it can even trigger Heat.”
”What?!” Ivan gaped at his pack mate. Was Toris serious? He looked down at the
book, heart thundering. Alfred had knowledge like this all this time?! And he
had still asked for Ivan’s willingness in becoming an Omega. He still wanted to
take his time with things… A rush of affection for the Alpha filled him. Arthur
seemed to like the sweet scents rolling off the Omega for his trembling slowed
as he was lulled into a proper sleep, unaware of the dangerous plan Toris was
concocting.
“You want us to use this one Arthur? Turn him back into an Omega so he can heal
faster?” Ivan asked in disbelief. It sounded like a large risk. Turning into an
Omega in and of itself could be hazardous and deadly. Arthur was already so
weak… could he stand it?
“It won’t be a large dose. Only the bare minimum. I just need to jump start any
lingering Omega instincts that Arthur has left, flush them out and hopefully it
will kickstart the healing process without further endangering his life.” Toris
said. He gave Ivan a strained, yet optimistic smile. Ivan tried to return it,
but he wasn’t sure if he managed it. Arthur had been an Omega before him, along
with Toris. But, there had to be a good reason that Alfred had both of them
leave the position. What if they were doing something that was going to make
Arthur worse? “Are you sure?” Ivan asked quietly.
Toris sighed, “I can’t think of anything else. Now, help me look through the
bags of supplies here. The notes in the journal state that at least three
samples of this drug were saved.”
“Don’t you fucking dare.” Alfred growled causing both of the other conscious
wolves to practically jump out of their skin. The Alpha was standing directly
behind them, looking murderous. He gabbed Toris by his hair, hauling him to his
feet. The brunette Beta yipped in pain, dropping the bag of supplies. Ivan
caught them, hearing glass bottles clink against one another. The Omega looked
up at Alfred, feeling a shiver go down his spine and the rage rolling off of
him. “Alfred…”
The Alpha glared down at Ivan, “Be quiet. Arthur can hang on for a few minutes
while I make Toris tell me why the fuck he was going to drug up his pack mate
and force him to be an Omega again!”
The last of his words came out in a rumbling growl. Ivan held his breath,
hopeing that he did not wake up Arthur. The Alpha shook Toris, not caring for
the pained whines leaving the Beta as his hair was slowly ripped from his
scalp. “Talk.” Alfred growled, using his free hand to grab the shorter wolf’s
throat and haul him up into the air, “I sent you down here to help him not harm
him.”
Toris was choking, but managed to speak with the wisps of air still available
to him, “We don’t have… time to… try anything… else… Please Alfred…”
“You will not turn him into an Omega.” Alfred snapped, blue eyes alight with
rage and fear. “He will die.”
”And he will die if we don’t!” Toris rasped, “If I could think of anything else
I would do it… I’ll use the smallest dose possible…”
Alfred dropped him. Toris staggered, almost falling on top of Arthur. He
managed to collapse a couple cushions away, coughing and massaging his sore
throat. “Do it.” Alfred said. “Save him, or else.”
He didn’t have to say any actual threat. Both of them felt the weight of his
words. Toris looked like he was going to be sick, but nodded, “Yes Alpha.”
Ivan opened his mouth to say that he would help as best he could, but Alfred
grabbed his arm, hauling him to his feet. The Omega whined as he was pulled
from his charge, looking down at Arthur with drooping ears and tail. Alfred
shook his head, expression softening, but not by much. “If I leave you down
here, the smell of Arthur and the drugs could trigger a reaction in you too.
You could go into heat, and then you would be help to no one.”
The Alpha pulled him out of the Nest for the first time in over a week.
“Besides, I have another use for you.”
Ivan blinked in the bright light of the cabin’s main room. Even with his string
of lanterns at full blast, it was nothing compared to a proper overhead light
and he felt blinded for a moment. He rubbed his eyes, waiting for them to
adjust and in doing so, missed the way Alfred’s eyes darkened as he looked him
over. The Alpha shut the trap door and began to push Ivan back towards his bed.
The Omega barely had time to properly look around at the cabin’s main room
before tumbling back onto the wide, soft mattress. The cabin was decorated in a
basic logger theme, befitting of having a camp on a mountainside. Everything
was built from dark, study, polished wood. Near the door was a coat rack and in
the corner a table that also seemed to be serving as a makeshift desk, notes
and papers were scattered here and there around it. A rolled up rug was pushed
up against the fireplace on the wall directly a cross from the bed. It had
formerly covered the entrance for the Nest. The right wall Ivan recognized as
leading to the bathroom. The door was shut now and his eyes barely registered
the tall dresser shoved into the other corner before Alfred’s weight settled on
top of him.
Ivan felt fur clinging to his come smeared, sweaty back as the Alpha pushed him
down onto his fur quilt covered bed, a growl rumbling in his chest. The Omega
felt his ears press down with nerves, eyes wide, “Alfred? What are you do-?”
The rest of his question was cut off by Alfred leaning down and kissing him
hard on the mouth. It was an action that screamed possession, that Ivan did not
have any choice in the coupling that was to follow. He could resist and be put
in his place or hang on and maybe even enjoy the ride. Ivan opted for the
later, submitting to his Alpha.
This is what it meant to be an Omega a dark part of his mind supplied. Any
coddling and caring that Alfred had showed him, surely didn’t mean anything
special. He was an Omega meant to serve the pack. As a distraction. As a fuck
toy. As a breeder. As a caregiver. He was not Ivan. He was pack property.
Alfred did not seem to mind the soft whimpers leaving the Omega writhing
beneath him. In fact, they seemed to excite him further. The Alpha broke the
kiss and quickly stripped off his clothes, running claw tipped hands over Ivan.
“Do your job my pretty Omega… satisfy me.” He growled.
Ivan nodded shakily. He spread his legs, horribly humiliated to find that his
body was already leaking slick. His body knew how to do the job, even if his
mind continued to resist. Ivan closed his eyes, bracing himself for Alfred to
just thrust in but… He couldn’t resist peeking down as Alfred’s hands drew
away.
Ivan stared as Alfred slowly lowered himself between his trembling knees. The
Alpha spread him wide, one palm on each ass cheek to get a good look at his
twitching hole. Wordlessly, Alfred leaned in and let his tongue lap up at the
slick beginning to dribble down onto the furry duvet. Ivan gasped, hands
digging into the sheets beneath them, “A-Alfred!”
The Alpha between his legs hummed in pleasure. His tongue wiggled deeper into
Ivan’s body, obscene, lewd noises leaving his mouth as he lapped and slurped up
the almost sweet slick. Alfred felt his tail wag as he took in the Omega’s
scents. For all of his denial, the air was thick with heady arousal tinged with
humiliation and fear. He could deal with that, so long as he knew that Ivan
accepted and wanted this on some level. Alfred let one of his hands wander up
between Ivan’s legs, slowly stroking and teasing his arousal. It heightened his
own desire when he felt precome beading on the tip, dribbling over his fingers.
Ivan was so sensitive.
”Good boy.” Alfred purred. He slowly pulled away to gaze down at the Omega. A
familiar look painted Ivan’s features with lust: glazed eyes, flushed cheeks,
and pouty, panting mouth. He was perfect.
Alfred reached down, dragging Ivan up into a sitting position. He wasn’t going
to do all the work. “Go on.” The Alpha crooned, “Touch me.”
Ivan tried. His shaking hands gently caressed here and there. Alfred’s breath
hitched, muscles jumping under that delicate touch. It seemed to encourage Ivan
a little and he made his hands move to Alfred’s already throbbing cock without
being prompted. The Omega wrapped both hands around his Alpha’s erection,
fingers unable to completely encircle it. Ivan didn’t seem too daunted this
time by the size as he began to pump Alfred. Up and down…
Alfred’s cock felt hot and an odd combination of hard yet velvety skin. Leaning
down, the Omega lapped at his tip, sure to keep his eyes on the Alpha above
him. It seemed to please Alfred for he began to play with Ivan’s hair and ears
with a gentle touch of his own. Ivan made himself relax. Alfred wasn’t hurting
him. Yet. The Alpha still reeked of tension, fear, anger and arousal. A
dangerous combination.
Apparently, it made Alfred impatient as well. Because, all too soon, he nudged
Ivan back, turning him over onto hands and knees. Alfred wanted to pull that
tail since day one. Now he was going to. Gripping the base of Ivan’s silken
tail, Alfred lined himself up with the Omega’s still dripping hole. He tugged
at the tail. Ivan yipped and jerked backwards, rubbing the head against his
ass. Alfred tugged again, forcing Ivan to rock back and begin to fuck himself
on his cock. He didn’t stop until the Omega’s ass was pressed against his hips
and that wet, tight heat had completely enveloped him.
Alfred moaned lowly. A weak noise was echoed by Ivan, though with a bit more
discomfort. His tail was so sensitive. Alfred didn’t seem to mind. He continued
to tease the base of Ivan’s tail, setting a rough pace as their bodies rocked
together. Alfred didn’t bother with dirty words or sweet nothings this time. He
just rut into Ivan’s body and the Omega panted and gritted his teeth, barring
with it.
Ivan gasped as Alfred released his tail, opting to instead drape himself over
the smaller wolf’s back. He nipped and sucked at the tip of Ivan’s soft ears,
drawing moans and squeaks from the Omega. Ivan couldn’t help it. He let his
body rock against Alfred, accepting his cock deeper and deeper with each
movement. Slowly, the discomfort ebbed and Ivan was able to focus solely on
pleasure.
But even that didn’t last. Ivan yelped in the next second as Alfred bit at the
base of his neck. Fangs sank into his fragile flesh, unable to heal properly
with them imbedded deep enough to draw blood. Alfred seemed to enjoy the taste
for he moaned and lapped at the mess. Ivan gasped and shivered under him, tears
of pain leaking from his eyes even as the wounds sealed themselves closed and
all Alfred was doing was licking the drying blood from his skin instead of
irritating open wounds. “Guess I’ll have to bite harder next time.” Alfred
groaned into the spot where neck met shoulder, “I didn’t leave a mark at all.”
Ivan did not reply. He just closed his eyes and held on. Alfred was still
thrusting against his prostate, so he was getting pleasure on that level at
least. Their panting and grunts filled his ears. Alfred held him tight, one
hand wandering low to stroke his remaining erection. It didn’t take long for
them to come together: Alfred snarling in Ivan’s ear and the Omega whimpering
into the pillow. Alfred let Ivan slip free of him and curl up on the bed.
Alfred took a moment to collect himself. His head was clearing for the rush of
dark emotions that had been swirling inside of him since the mess began. He
sighed, cursing himself. Guilt bubbled in his gutt. He’d gone and jumped the
poor Omega. Ivan had to feel uncomfortable, or worse. “Hey, Ivan…” The Alpha
moved to sit next to the younger wolf. He reached out to run a hand through
Ivan’s hair and flinched when the other wolf recoiled.
Dammit. Alfred bit his lip, “Ivan?”
”What?” The Omega thankfully turned to face him, “Do you need another round
already Alpha?”
Alfred didn’t think that he would be so grateful to hear someone back sass him.
For a moment, he had worried that Ivan had gone back into his catatonic sate
from his rash actions. Alfred looked down, “I’m sorry. I didn’t meant to do
that. I… I know how hard this is for you. But, I just lost control, seeing
Toris planning to drug Arthur like that.”
The Omega shifted next to him. Alfred looked up to see that Ivan had managed to
push himself into a sitting position again. Ivan was looking at him with the
same stormy eyes as his sister, “If you’re really are sorry then I want a
proper explanation.” The Omega said, “You’ve been acting weird for a while and
Arthur too. Now he’s hurt and you’re freaking out over an act that could save
his life. What is going on?!”
Alfred lightly clapped a hand over his mouth. He felt nervous again. But he
couldn’t afford to have Ivan hate him, not his precious Omega. Not when the
future of the pack was riding on him. “You’re right. I’ll tell you. But you
need to keep things between us, for now. Okay? You’re still an Omega and I am
your Alpha. I’m telling you because I want you to trust me. Understand?”
Ivan nodded.
                                     *~*~*
Ludwig was pacing around the outskirts of his camp. The journey to the location
of the High Moon Howl couldn’t be more than a few hours… what was taking his
messenger so long? Had he managed to get ahold of the Great Pack or not?!
His agitation was shared by the rest of the Blood Fang pack. Everyone knew how
unstable the leader of Steel Claw was… The young Alpha had caused a fight
during a peaceful boarder meeting between their old Alphas and emerged the only
survivor. Alfred was dangerous and now, he couldn’t be allowed to live. At
least, not as an Alpha, not when he employed the infamous Gaston Bonnefoy!
Thankfully, his wait did not last much longer. A familiar howl directed his
attention to the edge of camp. A dark brown wolf with even darker green eyes
was racing through the cluster of human and shifted wolves. Ludwig breathed a
sigh of relief, “Antonio, I thought you would never make it.”
The Beta shifted, rising gracefully to his feet. Well, as gracefully one could
after running nonstop for hours on end. “How did it go?” The new Alpha asked.
Antonio’s grin was almost wicked in the half light, “The Great Pack has agreed
to investigate. At the next High Moon Howl Alfred will be forced to bring
Gaston forward and be punished for his crimes.”
Ludwig’s grin now matched his, “Excellent.”
Next Time: Alfred opens up to Ivan, telling him the truth about how he became
Alpha. Unfortunately, they are interrupted by representatives from the Great
Pack with grim news: Francis is to be taken to the High Moon Howl to stand
trial for his crimes as Gaston!
***** How to Become a Monster *****
Chapter Summary
     Alfrd explains his past to Ivan, but these confessions are
     interrupted by the Messenger of the Great Pack.
Chapter Notes
     Two chapters in one day?! Yay~
     Yeah, no one is escaping darkness in this story. No one will really
     be a truely good person in this story. Just a heads up. Part 2 is
     probably going to be even worse.
              Warnings: Drama, graphic violence, character death
The Omega stared at Alfred for a long time, looking for any trace of lies or a
bluff. There was a chance that Alfred was just going to feed him some sort of
fairytale in order to gain his trust. But, the longer Ivan looked the more it
really seemed like the blue-eyed wolf was gearing up to tell him something…
horrible. There was no other explanation for the way that Alfred seemed to curl
in on himself even as he dragged Ivan close again. The Alpha rested his head
against Ivan’s chest with an almost child-like demeanor. It would have been
cute with the other wolf had not practically raped him just two minutes ago…
Ivan was still holding a grudge about that. Why couldn’t Alfred treat him like
himself instead of treating him as an Omega. As property. But, there would be
time to argue over Omega rights later. For now, he was willing to listed to
what his Alpha had to say.
“Go ahead and tell me.” Ivan said, making his voice as soothing as he could. He
reached up and ran his fingers through wheat colored hair, toying with an
iconic cow lick that refused to bow down to even his gentle petting, “Tell me
everything.”
Alfred made a hysterical sound somewhere between a laugh and a sob. “Where do I
start?”
Ivan had never seen the Alpha like this. Sorrow, anger, guilt, self-loathing,
and terror rolled off of him in powerful waves. It was amazing to thing that
the older wolf had kept all of this turmoil as tightly under wraps as he had.
No wonder the pack was starting to come undone under these small disasters. If
Alfred had been an actually effective Alpha, not just relying on the cohesion
of his willpower Gilbert might not have even made it so close to camp without
being noticed. Arthur might not be dying under their feet right now… So, Ivan
had to wonder: just what was Alfred hiding? What secret was dark enough that he
would be willing to allow a wolf he loved to be hurting so terribly?
As if on que, a blood-curdling wail rose up from the Nest below. Toris must
have started giving Arthur doses of the Omega drug. Alfred tensed in Ivan’s
arms, he could feel the Alpha’s muscles coiled to spring. It was hard to listen
to a fellow pack mate in that kind of agony. How had his old pack stood it?
They must have been soulless people, Ivan decided, the fact that Alfred was so
torn proved that he was a better than them. It melted the chips of ice
preparing to steel Ivan’s heart and he resumed stroking Alfred’s hair. The
movement allowed Alfred to loosen up in his grasp. Or maybe it was just because
the cries had faded. “Talk to me Alfred.” Ivan prompted again.
Alfred sighed heavily. He closed his eyes, plucking away the smudged glasses
hanging off his nose. They were dropped lightly on the empty spot of mattress
behind them. “I’m… I’m not supposed to be Alpha of Steel Claw.”
The confession was so quiet even Ivan’s sensitive ears almost missed it. He
couldn’t help but suck in a breath, “What… do you mean?”
Alfred’s voice took on a toneless quality. Flat, robotic, as though a real
person were not speaking. It was an automatic reaction, probed to respond to
Ivan’s gentle prodding.
“Alphas inherit the pack they belong to from their fathers.” A statement, not a
question. “My mother told everyone that Toris had fathered me, he even became
her mate. But it was all a lie. My true father was a wolf named Nero, he was
the Alpha of Blood Fang before Gilbert took his place.”
“My mother had an affair with him for a long time, it was why we managed to
keep peace with them for so long. On the day they died, my mother planned to
force my uncle, Allan to step down from his place as Alpha. She had grown tired
of his… nasty habits. She and Nero planned to make me Alpha and use a female
Alpha from the Blood Fang pack to unite us. We were going to rule this mountain
together, that is what she told me on the way to meet my father for the first
time.”
”She thought having Nero to back her up would force Allan to take back his
claim that he wanted Matthew to be the next male Alpha. But, I knew even back
then that Mattie didn’t have the spine for it. He was a talker, not a fighter.
Alphas have to be fighters.”
It might have been Ivan’s imagination, but he thought that it sounded more like
Alfred was trying to justify things instead of accepting the fact that he could
be wrong about what an Alpha is supposed to be. But, he did not call Alfred out
in it. He didn’t want to force the Alpha to bottle up, not when he was laying
his soul bare.
”What happened next?” Ivan found himself asking in a voice just as hushed as
Alfred’s, “How did your uncle react to the news?”
”He didn’t step down, that’s for sure.” A bitterness filled Alfred’s words and
Ivan found that he thought the emotionless was much more appealing. It hurt him
to hear Alfred in pain. Alfred was his pack. His pain was Ivan’s, even more so
because he was an Omega. “Allan was waiting for us when my mother lead me to
the edge of the territory. We were down wind so we didn’t smell the blood until
it was too late… He was hiding on a ledge and leapt down, already a wolf. He
caught mom’s arm, pulling her down to the ground.” Alfred’s eyes squeezed shut
even tighter, “I can still hear her screaming as he ripped her arm from her
shoulder. The blood got on me, in my mouth…”
”She tried to change but was too slow. Allan ripped a hole in her stomach. He
changed back for a moment, laughing as he continued to tear into her with his
human hands. I don’t think he even realized that he had changed back, he was so
overcome with blood lust. I had heard horror stories of Allan stealing body
parts during a battle, that he would eat the limbs of fallen wolves, even his
own pack in the dead of night… I didn’t want to believe it until I saw him
start to devour my own mother, his sister, while she was still breathing.”
Ivan fought not to gag. Alfred must have sensed his discomfort because he
looked up at the Omega with wet, glassy eyes. “I’m sorry Vanya.” He breathed,
reaching up to cup Ivan’s cheek. His hand came away shiny and Ivan realized
that he had started to cry. Alfred started to sit up, but Ivan pulled him down
once again, “I said tell me everything.”
Maybe, just maybe, Omegas had some power of compulsion because Alfred seemed to
melt into him. The Alpha started to speak again.
“Do you think I’ll ever let the bastard of a Blood Fang become Alpha?” He
growled. He pulled something bloody and dripping from inside of my mother and
tore into it, calling her a whore. I finally managed to snap out of my shock. I
changed and he barely even saw me coming. Even if he had, I was so angry I’m
sure I could have taken him… I tore his throat out and clawed his face off.
There wasn’t a single strip of flesh over his disgusting skull by the time I
was done with him.” Alfred was shaking in Ivan’s arms again, “I shifted back
and went to my mother’s side. With her dying breath, as the only still living
Alpha, she named me successor. I inherited the pack.”
Was it really so easy? To take over a pack? Ivan had heard many stories about
smaller packs loosing their Alpha and being drawn in to the nearest potential
or the Alpha of another pack. Whoever was more dominant. Perhaps Alfred’s
earlier statement was true, he was naturally more inclined to be an Alpha than
his cousin Matthew. Ivan’s head was beginning to spin, trying to keep track of
everything. “You said your mother was going to take you to meet Nero. What
happened to him?”
“I said Uncle Allan was waiting for us, he got to Nero first. He probably
caught him unawares and only stopped from feasting on him because ma and I
showed up. I found him not far away… he’d been gutted too and some of the flesh
from his side was missing. He was covered in bite marks and everything looked
so much worse because he was in human form.” Alfred paused for breath, looking
lost again, “I thought he was dead at first. But he tried to lift his head when
I walked up to him… He was glad that I was safe and asked… asked if my brother
was okay.”
“Brother?!” Ivan stared. Alfred nodded weakly, gently pressing a finger to
Ivan’s lips. Arthur had quieted, he might be asleep. Toris might be listening
and though he was certain to know Alfred’s true parentage, Alfred had a lot
more to share, “Ma had twins. One she gave to Nero for his fake mate to raise,
just in case something happened to me and the female Alpha wouldn’t get her
arranged mate. Nero had brought the pup to meet us… I still don’t know how
Allan found out we were meeting and I didn’t find the body of a second wolf. I
can only assume someone tipped Allan off and the pup escaped. But I could smell
him… I didn’t see him in person until last night.”
Ivan’s breath caught in his throat again, “Ludwig.”
Alfred nodded again, “Yes. My twin is probably going to try and kill me for
what I let happen to his Alpha…” He sighed, sounded very, very tired, “And ever
since that day I’ve just made mistake after mistake… my pack keeps getting hurt
and I just seem to make it worse… I’ve always wondered if it was because I was
really a Blood Fang and, since they don’t know, the pack doesn’t accept me on a
subconscious level.”
“You’re overthinking it.” Ivan said consolingly, but his voice sounded a bit
hollow, even in his own ears, “Toris still sees you as Alpha. Arthur would.
Francis would. I’m sure Matthew and my sisters would… I do.”
Those two little words seemed to perk Alfred up more than anything else he had
said to the Alpha that night. The blond wolf smiled up with eyes that were
slowly clearing and him and leaned up, licking Ivan’s cheek. As he laid back
down, the smile faltered once more, “But I haven’t told you everything. I
haven’t told you the truth about Arthur… about Francis… how I’ve hurt them
too.”
Ivan felt a cold weight settle into his stomach. He shifted on the bed, trying
to calm the sudden restlessness he felt, digging his back further into the
mound of pillows behind them. Alfred let him move, waiting until he settled
before moving to rest his cheek against Ivan’s soft stomach. He absentmindedly
rubbed the Omega’s bare thigh, “I would never let you be hurt like Arthur has.
Like your sister has. You know that right?”
It was Ivan’s turn to nod, “I know. You wouldn’t have fixed up the Nest or even
tried to rescue me if you had.” It was just hard to remember those moments of
comfort clearly when all that had been rolling off of Alfred earlier was
negativity.
“Then I guess you deserve the truth about them more than anyone, you are
Omega.” Alfred said, the emptiness coming back into his voice. It was almost
enough to hide the renewed pain. “Arthur and Francis originally belonged to a
pack from a cross the ocean called Rose Paw.”
He did not have to say anything more. Even Ivan, so ignorant of many things,
knew of Rose Paw, knew at the very least of their practices which had spread so
far and wide… even infiltrating his own original pack. The Hunt, he was told,
was crafted by Gaston Bonnefoy as a quick way to physically and mentally break
an Omega. Gaston was the Omega Forger, a devious, evil wolf who used his
knowledge to craft horrific, faster, more terrible ways of making a wolf into
an Omega. Francis’ journals… “Gaston was Francis’ father. That’s why he has the
journals.”
To his growing horror, Alfred shook his head. “Gaston was not Francis’ father.
Francis is Gaston. He fled Rose Paw’s camp as it was being invaded by the Great
Pack and its allies. He saved Arthur, one of their Omega. I think he did it
because he loves him and wanted, desperately, a way to make it up to my little
spitfire. Unfortunately, there was so much hatred for him that they couldn’t
dare to get close to another pack. Not for years… much longer than the three
you spent as a Gamma with your siblings.”
Ivan was barely listening anymore. His mind had short circuited. He was trying
to process those two little sentences. Francis was Gaston. Ivan thought he was
going to be sick and tried to pull away but it was Alfred to held him fast now.
He’d let that monster touch him! Had let him near his sisters! Had trusted him!
Alfred had left him alone with Gaston Bonnefoy!
“Ivan!” Alfred growled, seeming to snap out of his own daze when he saw the
panic on Ivan’s face. The new Omega continued to squirm for a few minutes,
breaking the calming spell he held over them both. “How could you let him stay
here?!” Ivan snarled.
“Because Arthur vouched for him!” Alfred snapped, stopping Ivan cold. The Alpha
didn’t seem to care that the Beta beneath them could be listening in now that
the Omega in front of him looked like he was about to bolt in panic, “Arthur,
who knows better than anyone what Francis has done. Hell, he probably had it
worse because he was from Rose Paw itself! Think about it… I had to give
Francis a chance. And he hasn’t let me down. He hasn’t harmed any member of my
pack unless they were fighting and even then, it was a fair battle, one with
witnesses.”
The two were panting, tangled on the bed. Somehow, Ivan had been pushed down
underneath Alfred and looked up at him, “You really think Francis has changed?”
“I do… Arthur, Arthur was hurt badly once before this. I don’t think I’ve seen
anyone cry as hard or as long as Francis did over him. I know Francis cares
very strongly for Arthur… in ways even I can’t…” Slowly, Alfred got off of
Ivan, moving to sit beside him, “… If Arthur can forgive and trust Francis, be
close with him after everything, then… I can too. And so should you.”
Ivan opened his mouth to reply, but froze as a small noise came from somewhere
out in the night. Alfred jumped up form the bed, darting over to the door so
fast that he was little more than a blur. The Alpha opened up his cabin door,
unflinching when a rush of icy air met his bare form. Alfred lingered in the
doorway for a moment, taking in the smell of the trees: pine, maple, apple,
yew, before slowly shutting the door, “… No one was there. I didn’t smell
anyone. I think we’re okay.”
The Omega nodded, slowly rising to his knees. “If all you’ve told me is true,
and you don’t smell like you’re lying, then… I believe you. I will trust
Francis and I’ll tell you again,” Ivan’s new smile was more genuine than it had
been in a while, “I trust you too. My Alpha.”
The tension seemed to melt out of Alfred at those words. He walked over to Ivan
and held out his hand. “I think that’s enough of a therapy session for today.
Why don’t we wash some of that crap off of ya? You smell enough like the pack
to me.”
Ivan took his hand, “That sounds nice.” He let the Alpha lead him into the
bathroom.
The Omega even let Alfred dust his skin with wet kisses while their bodies
intertwined in the bath. It was soothing for them both and Ivan felt himself
melt into the Alpha, his mind sluggishly churning through everything that he
had been told. It was an exhausting process and Ivan found himself yawning and
accepting it. Alfred chuckled in his ear, “Why don’t you sleep in my bed
tonight? I’m going to check on Artie, make sure Toris’ half-baked plan actually
worked. Want to look in with me?”
He didn’t even have to ask, the Omega was already nodding. However, when they
opened the door, wrapped in towels, Toris was already standing there. He looked
nervous and exhausted. Ivan heard a growl building in Alfred’s chest.
“Arthur is alright. He’s sleeping peacefully and his wounds are healing at an
acceptable rate.” Toris said. Alfred didn’t relax, “What else?”
“You have a visitor. Someone from the Great Pack.” Toris said meekly.
The Great Pack? Ivan felt a flicker of worry chip away at the serenity that had
been wrapped around him like a warm blanket. “What do they want?”
“To speak with the Alpha.” Toris said automatically. Alfred nodded,
straightening his back. He turned and gave Ivan a quick hug, “I’ll be right
back. Stay with Arthur. Toris, go make sure the rest of the pack isn’t throwing
a fit over this.”
The brunette Beta nodded and hurried out of the cabin. Alfred was already
moving, pulling on pants, shirt and a thick jacket. He tugged on heavy hiking
boots before throwing a shirt at Ivan. The expression on his face became almost
playful, “It would be nice to come home to you smelling like me…”
Ivan almost laughed. He dropped the towel and tugged the shirt over his head,
“I’ll be waiting.”
Alfred spared him a wink before stepping outside of the cabin. He shut the
door, locked it and turned around—only to almost trip over the very short wolf
standing right outside the door. “Woah!”
The wolf in front of him was small, slim, and pale. His short dark hair,
chocolate eyes and delicate features were so feminine that Alfred almost
mistook him for a female. Thankfully, his voice was just a touch too deep to be
that of a woman’s. The stranger tilted his head, white tipped black ears
twitching as he spoke, “You are Alfred Jones, Alpha of Steel Claw.”
Alfred took a step back, looking down at the wolf. He smelt like some kind of
flower and well… wolf. Alfred also couldn’t tell his rank, but there was a
regal air about him. This wolf was no Beta. The stranger was also dressed
oddly, in a thick sort of robe with several layers or purple and white tied by
a gaudy sash. The odd style of clothing was not helping with Alfred’s
conflicting thoughts on the wolf’s gender. He had to be from the Great Pack. “I
am. And who are you?”
The strange wolf looked confused, blinking his eyes once slowly. “I do not
understand. The Beta, Matthew Jones, should have informed you of my arrival.”
“Mattie?” Alfred remembered the first noise that he had heard, the smell of
maple and pine, and felt his heart sink into his stomach. Had Mattie overheard?
“Sorry, he didn’t get to me. Must have been distracted by something.”
The strange wolf hummed lightly. He somehow managed to make the little noise
sound crushingly condescending, “Well, my name is Kiku. I am the messenger of
the Great Pack.”
Messenger?! This couldn’t be good…
“What message do you have for me?” Alfred asked, trying to sound cool and calm.
Kiku smiled, his tail swishing once behind him. Alfred thought it was unusually
short for a wolf’s and far too bushy for his liking. “We, my subordinates and
I, are here to formally escort you to the High Moon Howl. And execute an arrest
warrant for Gaston Bonnefoy.”
A sudden crash caught their attention. Alfred looked over to see Francis being
dragged out of the communal cabin. He was putting up quite a fight, even as
obviously drunk as he was. The smashing noise had been a wine bottle, its
contents staining the snow like fresh blood. There was probably some of that in
the snow as well: it was taking three wolves to heard Francis out into the
open. Two more had to join in and pin Francis down when he tried to shift.
Someone took out rope and Alfred started running, “Hey!”
A slim hand caught Alfred’s wrist. He turned, even managed to raise his fist
before dropping it when he saw Kiku had stopped him. It was punishable by death
to wound or even insult the messenger of the Great Pack. As the saying goes…
Alfred huffed and narrowed, his eyes. Stupid Great Pack. How did they even find
out about Francis? Ludwig, a small part of his mind supplied. Alfred cursed his
own stupidity. He should have stopped the other Alpha, even if he was his twin.
“Gaston is under arrest. You cannot stop it. But, the Great Pack needs you as a
witness at his trial. Will you come quietly?”
Alfred looked at the cabin, “Yes, just let me…”
“No,” Kiku cut him off, letting go of his wrist to tuck them into his overly
long sleeves, “The Great Pack wishes to settle this matter as quickly as
possible. It is hard enough to collect witnesses from all the corners of the
globe. I will have one of my men inform you pack of the news. Come with me, or
you will be forced to.”
Alfred felt a snarl threatening to rip out of him. But, managed to hold his
tongue. Kiku seemed to be enjoying this. He couldn’t hurt the little bitch, but
he would make Kiku pay for this wound to his role as Alpha. Somehow. Someway…
“Fine. Lets go.”
With a last, lingering look at the cabin, Alfred turned and walked off with the
messenger.
*~*~*
Matthew was running as though his life depended on it. His claws cut into the
frozen earth as he raced towards the boundary between Steel Claw and Blood Fang
territory. He couldn’t believe the news that he had heard. Alfred was… Alfred
had killed his father and was harboring a criminal to boot! He had to talk to
Blood Fang. Alfred couldn’t get away with this… The thought of his cousin, of
his former Alpha, now filled him with hate. Didn’t Alfred realize that Fran-
Gaston had probably held Arthur in some sort of thrall to get him to vouch for
his safety?! Gaston had probably even drugged Arthur during his head, forced
him to be Moonstruck, or something. All of that crying, it had to be an act!
With a low growl, the curly blond wolf ran deeper into the night, howling his
anger all the while.
Next Time: Matthew speaks with the Blood Fang pack as Ludwig prepares to head
out to the High Moon Howl and a plot is hatched to remove Alfred from power.
Meanwhile, Natalie struggles to keep control of the panicking pack and Alfred
meets with the Great Pack.
***** Plotting *****
Chapter Summary
     Matthew speaks with Ludwig and Natalie makes and ally of Toris.
Chapter Notes
     Sorry this is a slightly shorter chapter than normal. I just thought
     that it was a good place to end it. Otherwise, I would have to build
     and set the scene for Alfred and the Great Pack. It would stretch the
     chapter further than I wanted. And... it's an excuse to stretch the
     story for another chapter or so.
     Sorry if I made Matthew an ass. I did say no one was going to be a
     perfectly nice character. And Alfred's hands are tied, he can't go
     pointing fingers about Matthew's betrayle just yet... not when all of
     the attentin is focused on Francis and him.
     Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Matthew smelt them before he saw them but kept running. Blood Fang wolves,
though they made up a smaller pack than Steel Claw, at least patrolled better
than their counterparts. Matthew knew that he had been made less than a mile
into ‘enemy’ territory, only about five minutes into the run after crossing
over. Alfred hardly ever had them patrol, preferring to keep the pack close to
camp. If they did patrol, they did so in large numbers. To keep away Gamma,
Alfred had said. Matthew now had to wonder if his cousin was really just
worried that the other pack had sniffed out all of his lies and would try to
attack.
Alfred really didn’t deserve to be Alpha. Not after he had killed his father
and put his mother, a wolf he claimed to love, in mortal danger, twice! If
Ludwig was smart, he would see that the potential Alpha was no enemy. Gilbert
was dead, killed by Arthur’s own hand and Matthew was willing to leave it at
that. At least, willing enough to not let it really taint the offer he had for
Blood Fang.
It was an offer they would be stupid to refuse. What wolf didn’t want to
strengthen their pack in numbers? And, once all of Alfred’s secrets were out,
they would flock willingly and Ludwig would be the dumbest beast in existence
to spur his partnership. And Matthew would finally be where he belonged: the
head of a pack, an Alpha.
As Matthew ran, he noted that the terrain for Blood Fang was slightly different
than Steel Claw. His packs territory had more trees and rocks. Blood Fang’s was
more barren, yet still had decent cover. Their true advantage came from the
camp’s placement: further up the mountain. If he followed his nose close enough
there would be no way for them not to see him coming. And with the multiple
rock shelves and small caverns that Matthew could see even this low on the
mountain, there was no way for him to spot them. Unfortunately, he did not make
it anywhere close to camp before the Blood Fang wolves came for him. He had
probably only spend seven or eight minutes inside of their territory before he
was jumped.
A large, dark brown wolf darted out of the underbrush. Matthew let himself be
taken, rolling with the blow to soften it. He went limp, letting the snow
soften the main of falling. His body bounced once, stinging instead of breaking
something. The brown wolf pinned him, recognizing the submission and trapped
him with paws on either side instead of opting to crush his ribs by landing
directly on him. Matthew held back the bark of thanks. He didn’t want to set
them off. He wanted to be heard.
So, Matthew swallowed his pride. The potential Alpha rolled onto his back,
barring his belly to the wolf above him, tilting his head back to show his pale
throat as well. Matthew waited, not even flinching when the brown wolf shoved
his nose against his throat, sniffing for any signs of resistance. When it
found none, the wolf barked a laugh and stepped back. Several companions came
out from behind the trees where they had waited, willing to strike if Matthew
had put up a fight. The two other wolves looked so similar that they had to be
related, maybe even twins. They were small, small for Beta even, but well
muscled. A short, dusky, red brown fur with marbled darker tones for a pattern
made up their wind swept coats. They looked far different than Alfred and
Ludwig who took body built and coloring from one another, but had completely
opposite personalities. The strange twins at least had similar body languages.
Where as, Alfred was snappish and aggressive, a hot, quick kind of anger,
always energized. Ludwig, from what Matthew had heard of the new Alpha from the
others and the occasional stray Gamma, was cold and collected. He would surely
have the patience to hear him out. But first, Matthew had to live long enough
to convince the scouting troop to let him even talk to their Alpha.
It was a risk to shift when so exposed. Some wolves might think that he was
preparing to attack or signal allies. But, it was a risk Matthew was willing to
take. He concentrated and let the wolf pull back from his skin. Shifting was
not as painful as the stories would make you believe. It was uncomfortable,
like pulling off wet clothing. The fur clung to the body, not wanting to let it
go. It was instinctual to want to slide into the wolf, something natural. It
took effort to become human again. Most of the time, a wolf had to experience a
strong emotion or physical trauma to be shocked back to human form quickly.
Matthew was shivering by the time he was human again, crouching in the snow.
Through chattering teeth, the potential Alpha looked at the strange wolves, “My
name is Matthew Jones. I need to speak to Ludwig Belchmidt, your Alpha.”
One of the twins shifted. He mirrored Matthew, crouching in the snow and
cursing at the cold, “Why the hell should we let you speak to the Alpha? We
already know Steel Claw’s dirty little secret!”
“I didn’t come here to defend Alfred.” Matthew said, “I came because I want
Blood Fang’s help in getting rid of Alfred as an Alpha.”
The human twin snorted in disbelief, rolling his pale hazel eyes. Matthew noted
that he was still small in human form and still well muscled. His dark brown
hair was cut short so that it would not get into his eyes, but a wayward curl
still bounced lightly in the wind. “It seems like you guys are doing a good job
of that on your own. The Great Pack is investigating, why should we help you
with that?”
”Because,” Matthew’s lip curled into a smile, a cruel smile, something very
different than the usual passive expression that graced his mouth, “Alfred has
more secrets than just harboring a fugitive from the Rose Paw pack. He has
secrets that concern Ludwig as well, and I’m sure he’d rather I don’t spout
them off to his subordinates.”
The twins growled in unison. It would have been threatening if it also didn’t
look ridiculous with one growl coming from a human and one coming from a wolf.
Matthew managed to look bored instead of intimidated. That look, however, slid
off his face when the third wolf shifted.
The dark brown wolf turned into a tan skinned man with lightly curled hair that
matched the shade of his fur. His body was littered with scars, Matthew was
horrified to note that the Beta’s lower left half was warped and twisted with
burn scars. It was a miracle that he managed to run well or even fight with
such damage. And Matthew had no illusions that this wolf would struggle in a
fight. His body language screamed dangerous and his scent was probably the most
terrifying thing about his appearance. The newly shifted wolf didn’t have a
scent! It was like he wasn’t really there, like some sort of ghost, phantom,
monster…
“Don’t make him too nervous, Toni.” The shifted twin said, before melting into
his wolf form, “He’ll wet himself then stink the entire way to camp.”
Matthew couldn’t take his eyes off Toni for more then a minute. His senses were
still trying to figure out what the man was. He had never met a wolf with no
scent. No, wait… there was a scent, but it was faint. Like a memory. A bad one.
The Beta smelt like blood and ashes.
“Don’t look so scared.” There was a dark purr in Toni’s voice. “It takes even
my pack a few moments to recognize my scent. You can thank Francis for that, he
was the bastard who got me burned.”
Matthew nodded. His arms and legs were numb to the wrist and ankle now, but he
needed to know one thing before he shifted back, “Does this mean you’re willing
to take me to the Alpha?”
Toni nodded and Matthew had never been so grateful to sink back into his wolf.
It was a lot harder to look petrified when your face was covered in fur. Toni
gave a barking laugh before leaping forwards. He didn’t seem to mind the snow,
but Matthew was willing to bet that plenty of nerve damage came with those
scars. Few things probably bothered the frightening Beta now and he shifted
seamlessly, landing on four feet instead of two. Toni took off and Matthew
followed. He heard the twins flank him from behind, keeping him trapped in
their mini, furry caravan.
They caught up with the Alpha just as he was about the leave Blood Fang’s main
camp. Well, camp wasn’t really the proper word. It was more like a series of
bunkers tunneled in to the mountainside. Matthew could see a large entrance and
the smell of iron flowing out of it was almost nauseating. That had to be the
main way to get into the Blood Fang’s base, but he could also see several
openings further up the mountain. They were probably for more private dens.
Matthew had to wonder how they kept themselves protected but thought better of
asking. Some of the rumors about Blood Fang had to be true and all of the
rumors said Blood Fang wolves were vicious fighters. They could probably handle
themselves against any beast that came lumbering their way.
Ludwig was walking out of the cave in human form. He was carrying a briefcase
and dressed in thick but fashionable winter gear. An large, idling black truck
was sitting there waiting for him a few feet away, but Ludwig waved the truck
back as soon as he saw the scouting party. The new Alpha of Blood Fang had
obviously been in training for the role, something neither Matthew nor Natalie
had at this point. He kept his cool as he walked over to an enemy wolf and even
removed the top coat of his ensemble. Ludwig dropped the heavy black coat on
top of Matthew, “Shift and speak.” He commanded.
Ludwig was an Alpha. A dominant wolf, who, no matter what pack he belonged to,
held sway over lesser ranks to a certain extend. Matthew felt the pull to
change and did not resist. He got to his feet, slipping his arms through the
sleeves of the coat and pulling it tight around himself. The scouting party
circled them and Matthew hesitated. He had come to speak to Ludwig but did not
want to piss off the Alpha by spilling secrets in front of his subordinates.
“Is there a place that we can talk alone?”
It was Ludwig’s turn to hesitate, but it only lasted for a heartbeat. The Alpha
nodded and gestured to a small entrance that Matthew had not noticed before,
“We can talk in my private quarters.”
The scouting party growled in protest but a look from Ludwig silenced them. “I
believe I am strong enough to handle this Beta. But feel free to remain out
here, out of earshot. If he has something important to say I am willing to
listen.” The Alpha lead Matthew into the small opening in the side of the rock
wall. Matthew saw right away how no one broke into Blood Fang’s stronghold. The
entrance, just a few feet in, was blocked off by an iron gate. A crank on the
side of the wall would open it, but it would make a decent amount of noise,
alerting whoever was inside of an intruder. All of the openings into the main
camp had to have these… And Matthew had always thought his father was paranoid
of attack…
Thankfully, the interior of Ludwig’s private den was much nicer than the gate.
A thick curtain of wine colored velvet hung down and provided decent shelter
from the wind and snow outside. Ludwig pushed it aside and let Matthew enter.
The Beta found his feet drying on a well preserved rug and looked around. The
Alpha’s room was made up of more elegant but miss matched furniture than the
cabins back home. The baubles and bits that decorated everything also took up a
bunch of space. Matthew’s eyes were always roaming around to something new. It
had obviously been brought to the pack piece by piece over time. But,
everything seemed to have some form of velvet in either red or gold draped over
it. Ludwig must favored these colors. “It’s very nice.” Matthew said quietly,
feeling overwhelmed in spite of himself.
Ludwig snorted, “Don’t fake flattery. My predecessor had gaudy taste but at
least he took care of everything so that it lasted through the decades.” He
walked over to a small table in the middle of the room, leaning against it and
looking pointedly at his guest. A red velvet trimmed table cloth was laid over
the top and the cushions of the seats were matching. “Sit down, get comfortable
and talk. I don’t want to be late to the High Moon Howl. Especially since I
have been called as a witness.”
“I will try to keep this as brief as possible then, though I’m not sure you
will appreciate it.” Matthew sat down at the table. He was slowly warming up.
“Alfred is responsible for the death of your father. He is also your twin and
thus, unfit to rule Steel Claw. We did not ask for him, we did not know his
true identity. And I can say that most would not want him, not if they knew
they had a proper Steel Claw Alpha waiting for them.”
Ludwig raised a brow in curiosity at the news, but the twitch of his ears told
Matthew that he had just dropped a very weighty piece of information on the
Alpha’s shoulders. “I see. And who is this new Alpha?”
Matthew lifted his leg, arching his foot so that Ludwig could see the paw print
emblazoned on his left heel since birth. “Me.”
                                     *~*~*
”What do you mean he’s gone?!” Natalie snapped, snarling face just inches from
Toris’ own. “He just left?!” God, had this domineering Alpha only been a cute
little girl less than forty-eight hours ago. It felt like so much more time had
passed. Toris nodded, trying to keep his calm. Natalie had come running into
camp, pissed and yelling about why Francis was being dragged off by strange
wolves. Her anger had nearly doubled when she learned that Alfred had gone with
them willingly. Toris spend ten precious minutes convincing her to duck into
the Alpha’s cabin in order to talk things out quietly instead of in the open,
where anyone could overhear them. She finally relented when Toris made a
confused and wounded Ivan retreat into the Nest.
“Yes Alpha.” The brunette Beta said, trying to keep his voice steady. “Francis
has been accused of many horrible crimes.” She did not need to know that he was
Gaston, not yet. It would be too much for her to handle and there was already
so much on her plate now that her partner was gone. “Alfred left to sort things
out. I can help you, advise you about the pack since Arthur is still healing.”
His offer seemed to, thankfully, calm Natalie some. The she wolf smoothed the
blouse that was still hiked up way too high over her midriff and huffed. “Your
help would be… appreciated. But I need to know what happened. I need to think
of something to tell the wolves, keep them calm.”
Already panic was spreading through the remaining wolves in the pack. Some had
believed that Francis was Gaston. Others had not. And more then a couple of
fist fights had broken up over the matter. It was all Toris could do the break
them up. With Natalie back things should be easier. If only he could find
Matthew… he could at least help calm people down. Where had that boy run off
too?
But, he didn’t have time to think much on the matter. Natalie had grabbed his
hand and was pulling him towards the door. “We need to make and announcement to
the wolves. Make them feel united.”
“I’ll feed you lines on what to say. I was an Omega once.” Toris said, “I know
a thing or two about how to appease people.”
Natalie flashed him a thin smile, “I’m counting on it.”
Chapter End Notes
     Sorry for spelling and grammer errors. I make the silly mistake of
     writing mostly at night so my attention often wanes...
***** Beasts *****
Chapter Summary
     Alfred travels with Kiku to meet with te Great Pack, menwhile,
     Matthew and Antonio stage an attack against Steel Claw. But, there is
     an unexpected hitch in their plans...
Chapter Notes
     Sorry this has taken so long guys! And, sorry if thngs sound weird
     concerning the Great Pack. (I had to give them a reason to be
     "great".) And their backstories will be examined more in Part II!!
     One more chapter left! DX
“Right this way, please.” Kiku was all formalities and pleasantries as he lead
the Great Pack’s ‘guests’ away from the small caravan of SUVs. Kiku and his
subordinates had been very serious and quiet all throughout the few hours it
had taken to drive down to the base of the mountain. It had only served to make
Alfred more and more wound up. But, at long last they had parked right on the
edge of a gently slopping bank. A vast lake stretched before the group of SUVs,
shrouded in a mist so thick that, without the sound of waves to guide him, even
Alfred’s piercing gaze would not be able to realize that a body of water lay at
his feet. The Steel Pack Alpha glanced over his shoulder, towards the other
wolves, watching for his pack mate.
Francis had been taken to a separate truck and Alfred had watched, both
transfixed and horrified, as Kiku commanded him to transform. Kiku didn’t come
a cross as dominant until that moment. Authority and power radiated out of the
Great Pack’s messenger and Francis crumbled. The golden wolf lay curled on the
ground, limp and compliant as Kiku’s assistants strapped a metal muzzle around
his maw, bound his paws and finally weighed him down with chains. The
assistants then tossed Francis into a cage in the back of one of the trucks
like he was nothing more then a rag doll. It was a damning, frightening sight
and Alfred was glad that they had waited until reaching the trucks to do this.
Being dragged out after a fight while bound in only rope could save some of the
dignity Francis had as an elder wolf. Crumbling under one who seemed so
submissive and young, at first glance, would surely be salt in the wound to
being exposed. Kiku made the hair on the back of Alfred’s neck stand up. He
wouldn’t put his finger on what was wrong this him. Kiku was a wolf and yet,
there was a sense of otherness about him…
Alfred had heard many stories about the Great Pack, how they had powers other
wolves did not. They were amongst the oldest of their kind. They had time to
learn secrets that many others did not have interest in. And they were all the
better for it. All the more great and terrible for it.
“You look troubled.” Kiku’s voice came from right behind his other shoulder.
Alfred hissed and whirled around, tail puffing in surprise, “What?”
The black eared wolf tilted his head again. It was beginning to irk Alfred with
how emotionless he behaved, now calm he was with everything. Kiku blinked
slowly, taking in the Alpha before him, “Do I unsettle you? Or are you worried
about the fate of the one you call Francis? Or is it both?”
He couldn’t be sure, but Alfred thought he saw a coy smile tug at the corners
of Kiku’s mouth. The short wolf was quick to over it with the end of one of his
overly long sleeves. His tail swished once as he waited for an answer.
Patronizing bitch.
Alfred breathed heavily through his nose. He couldn’t let the messenger of the
Great Pack get to him. It would only make things worse for Francis. “Of course
I am worried about my pack mate. And right now, you are more annoying than
frightening.” The Alpha narrowed his eyes at Kiku, wondering for the briefest
moment if he had insulted the small wolf, but carried on anyway, “What are you?
You look like a wolf but act… like something else.”
Kiku actually laughed at that. It was an soft sound. Alfred found that it still
made him uncomfortable and he hunched his shoulders under the loose jacket he
wore, trying to pretend that it was the chill rolling off the lake making him
feel this way. “So honest. I like it.” Kiku looked him over again, “I am not
offended by your candid remark Alpha. Do not worry. And, even if I was, it is
boring to smite everyone who would slight me.”
“Good to know. I guess.” Alfred said dryly.
“I will give you some good news and some bad. Then answer your question.” Kiku
said, “The good news is that you will have time to gather witnesses of your
own, build a defense for Gaston’s trial. We are not without our mercy.” Alfred
did not buy such a statement, remembering how the Rose Paw pack hadn’t met a
graceful fate. But, he did not interrupt. He wasn’t really inclined to argue
for mercy for the Rose Paw pack, well, most of them anyway. “The bad news is
that you will not be able to be with your pack until the trial is over and the
sentence has passed.” Kiku continued, he held up a hand as it seemed like the
Alpha was willing to interrupt him this time. Alfred had even rocked forward on
his feet, as though willing to go so far as to threaten Kiku, but, he stilled
on que. “Good boy.” Kiku didn’t bother trying to hide his smile this time.
“If you do not have a partner Alpha then please, pick from your Alpha
candidates to take your place temporarily.” Kiku instructed, “We will pass
along the message to them.” Alfred huffed, but nodded. He could see why the
Great Pack did not want him returning to camp. As Alpha, he might be able to
persuade his pack to try and rescue Francis. It was a slim chance, but Alfred
knew they did not want to risk it. Not when they had caught the greatest
boogeyman their world have ever seen. Alfred would just have to change their
minds. And he knew how to do it: Arthur. Arthur, who had been the Whore of
Roses, Rose Paw’s most prize Omega. He had escaped with Francis, seen first
hand how much the Beta had changed. If anyone could save Francis, he could.
“I have a partner.” Alfred said, grateful that he had found Natalie when he
did. “Her name is Natalie, she should be with the rest of our pack. And I have
witnesses. I want Arthur Kirkland, Katsuya Briganski, and Toris Rolinitis to
serve as my witnesses in Francis’ defense.” Normally, he would have called
Matthew as well, but he wasn’t so sure his cousin could be trusted anymore.
Kiku nodded and motioned to one of the wolves lingering by the SUVs. Alfred
heard them run off, able to get back to the camp much faster on four paws than
the four wheels of the trucks. They had probably been taken down the mountain
that way so Kiku could observe Alfred and so there would be no risk of Francis
escaping.
“Do you still want to know what I am?” Kiku asked. He turned away from Alfred
gesturing out into the mist.
“Since I’m allowed to be honest, if you like it that much, I’m actually too
pissed to care.” Alfred said cooly, “But I get the feeling you’re going to tell
me anyway.”
Kiku laughed again. “I am.” He glanced over his shoulder, “The reactions of
normal wolves like you always amuse me.”
Alfred frowned, “What do you mean normal wolves?”
He could hear something moving through the water. Waves slapped against hollow
wood, a boat was coming to pick them up?
“Wolves can get stronger or weaker as they age, depending on their rank.” Kiku
explained, “But we of the Great Pack have found a way to become stronger and
stronger no matter how old we get.” He was smiling again, “We devoured beasts
of old. I swallowed the tails of a nine-tailed fox as a pup, fed to me five
hundred years ago by my elder brother. They gave me powers beyond what any
common wolf could develop, even Gaston with his drugs and potions. I am a wolf
but not… That is why, despite being considered a Beta, traditionally, I could
force even an Alpha like you to submit to my will.”
“You’re lying. We are the last great creatures.” Alfred said, “Dragons,
Kitsune, Naga, Sphynx, they don’t exist anymore. They haven’t for thousands of
years.”
“Or so everyone chooses to think. Wolves don’t like feeling like they need to
answer to anyone but the hierarchy of the pack.” Kiku said, “That is why we
forced the humans into colonies and regulate their technology.” The smaller,
strange wolf looked over towards the SUVs and Alfred noticed that they were
bringing Francis’ crate over, “But they make such pretty contraptions don’t
they?”
“I’ve always preferred to run.” Alfred replied solemnly. He glared at Kiku once
again, “And I don’t believe you. Maybe you do have power because of your age,
but you aren’t part Kitsune, whatever you say.”
Kiku hummed again. But, he did not make a move towards Alfred or summon cronies
to strike the mouthy Alpha down. “I would love to give you a personal
demonstration but… our ride is here.”
The crunch of sand against wood alerted Alfred to the docking of the small
boat. He saw that it was being steered by a thin, grey haired man. Another
werewolf, a servant to the Great Pack. The newcomer lowered his eyes and
murmured a greeting to Kiku. “Evening Winter.” Kiku said, nodding his head
politely. The tail eating wolf stepped into the boat and Francis’ crate was
heaved on board next. A nudge in the small of Alfred’s back prompted him
forward and he climbed onto the boat, sitting next to the crate. One other
Great Pack servant joined them and the boat was pushed out onto the water.
They traveled in silence. Even Francis did not whimper as they slid over the
water with barely more than a ripple. Mist covered water surrounded them on all
sides and Alfred had a hard time concentrating on anything. The mist just
seemed to muffle everything, pressing in on his senses. It was like they
weren’t even moving. And then, a shape was visible in the distance. An island
was rising out of the mist like some sort of lump beast. The location of the
High Moon Howl and now, Francis’ trial.
*~*~*
It was quiet in the cabin above him, Toris and Natalie had left to do…
something. Ivan could not hear their hushed words clearly through the thick
ceiling of the Nest. All he could do was sit and sulk. What was taking Alfred
so long? He was going to come right back wasn’t he? And why did Natalie not
want to see him? Toris had offered but his sister had looked… scared when she
peeked through the door and seen him standing there. His altered appearance
must have been a shock. Even with the shirt hanging off of him, the curve of
Ivan’s body could be seen through it and his ears had drooped fully, marking
his near complete transition into an Omega. But, it was not so drastic as the
change in his own sister.
How had she aged so fast?! They had only come to Steel Claw a little over a
month ago. And, Natalie was no longer the child she once was… her body had
matured greatly, features sharpening just so. Her tail had even gotten longer
as she grew. His little sister wasn’t so little anymore and Ivan could only
think of one reason for such an extreme difference in appearance.
Unfortunately, it also made him understand her fear. Natalie had an Alpha Mark.
Alfred must have named her his partner. And Omega had a strong pull for Alpha…
she must be scared about instinctually wanting to breed with him, even if they
were related by blood. It was a discomfort he shared.
And now that he understood what could be going on with his sister… he was right
back to impatiently waiting on Alfred! What was taking him so long? Ivan was
feeling restless… he couldn’t even focus on trying to comfort the still
sleeping Arthur. His body felt like little sparks were running up and down it.
The Omega got up and paced the Nest, going around and around with Arthur at the
center. What was up with him? A whine bubbled in Ivan’s chest as he looked
anxiously at the trap door. He wanted Alfred to come back… Needed it. Or
Matthew. Or Francis. Alfred had been right. The elder Beta had done nothing to
harm him during his Grooming, he had done his best to treat Ivan gently, if a
little teasingly. If Francis was still as bad, as cruel, as he used to be,
surely he would have tried something. And then there was Arthur, who had
suffered as an Omega when Francis was still Gaston. If Arthur could still want
to be around Francis then so could he. Everyone needed second chances, a way to
start over. That was how he had wound up here in the first place. Ugh, Ivan’s
head was starting to throb a little. He was thinking too much. He needed
someone to talk to, sit with. Surely that would make him feel better.
Ivan sank down onto the cushions next to Arthur once again with a defeated
sigh, eyes drifting shut. If only it wasn’t so hot in the Nest. The Omega’s
eyes snapped open. It was hot. Too hot.
No… it couldn’t be…
Ivan was so distracted that he did not notice Arthur’s eyes fluttering open.
The Beta’s nose twitched as he caught the sweet scent slowly filling the air.
Ivan did notice when Arthur sat up and practically crawled into his lap, broken
leg be damned. The Beta pushed him down onto the cushions, letting his weight
settle on top of the squirming, ashen haired wolf. “You’re in heat…”
*~*~*
Matthew held his head high as he walked with the small troop of Blood Fang
wolves through the trees towards Steel Claw camp. They had followed Natalie’s
scent trail for a while, determining that she had headed back towards camp. An
inconvenience but it wouldn’t stop them. Matthew shifted to human form for just
a moment, the brown haired wolf he had learned was called Antonio doing the
same, “You know the plan.” The blond Beta murmured. Antonio nodded.
"Why are you telling me this? Why should I give you my help?” Ludwig asked,
eyeing Matthew with interest. Mattie knew that the other Alpha would accept his
deal, he just wanted to have all of the cards on the table. Very well, he could
deal with that.
“We both want Francis out of the way. He deserves to be punished for his
crimes. And, we also both want Alfred out of the way, he took people we love
from us.” Matthew said firmly, “If we can get Arthur and Ivan away from Steel
Claw there will be no Omegas who have a good opinion of Fra-Gaston.”
Ludwig nodded, “I will lend you some of my wolves. They can create a
distraction while you spirit those two away.”
“I know a place we can keep them save until the trial is over. It should be
easy to get Alfred removed from power then, especially if we explain how he is
responsible for everything.” Matthew said.
“Then we have a deal.” The Alpha of Blood Fang smiled, revealing his fangs. It
was a grin Matthew mirrored.
“I know.” Antonio said, rolling his eyes. Matthew huffed, “Just make sure you
and the others don’t kill anyone in my pack.”
“I won’t if they won’t.” Antonio said, “Just worry about not getting spotted
when you take your precious Omegas from the Nest.”
“I’ll manage.” Matthew grumbled, “Lets just get started.”
He shifted again and took off, making a wide circle around the camp, aiming to
reach the back of the Alpha’s cabin just as the chaos broke out. The timing
couldn’t have been more perfect. Sharp snarls and screams reached his sensitive
ears as he came skidding to the halt outside of Alfred’s, soon to be his,
cabin. Ducking around the side of the cabin, he climbed onto the porch and
slipped through the front door. It was easy to ignore the wolves fighting
around the cabin and he was sure no one had seen him. However, what he was sure
was going to be harder to ignore, was the smell of heat wafting up from the
Nest below.
”Ivan…”
Next Time: The final chapter of Part I! Ivan goes into heat and Alfred meets
the Great Pack unaware of the disaster occuring back home.
***** The Taking of Steel Claw *****
Chapter Summary
     Blood Fang attacks Steel Claw in order to get "revenge" for the loss
     of Gilbert. Meanwhile, Ivan goes into heat and Matthew makes his move
     to secure his place as Steel Claw's new Male Alpha.
Chapter Notes
     Notes: Hi everyone! I’m sorry this chapter has taken so long to
     write. : ( RL threw me for a loop in more ways than one. I almost
     didn’t want to come back to this as I accidentally deleted the notes
     for the entire series (I stupidly saved it all in one document). But,
     there is no way I want to leave this story unfinished. It just night
     take me longer than I originally planned to finish it. So… enjoy the
     last chapter of part 1! And look forward to the continuing Pack
     Trials.
See the end of the chapter for more notes
Warnings: Slightly dubious consent EngRus, CanRus implied rape, villain!Canada
“You’re in heat.” Arthur purred again, burying his face against the crook of
Ivan’s neck. The Omega was in shock, he squirmed weakly, and reached up to try
and push the wounded wolf off of him. But, perhaps it was the speed up healing
process or Arthur was just that much more dominant than even if he was already
half-Omega, the green-eyed wolf managed to keep him pinned to the cushion
covered floor. Arthur ground against him, fingers stroking along the fragile
skin of Ivan’s sides, feeling his body tremble as the heat threatened to
overwhelm him. Ivan could not resist for long, not when he trusted those in
Steel Claw. That was how the submission of an Omega became complete: they
trusted their pack, deep down in their subconscious even though they might
rebel on the surface level from pride or discomfort. Or… they completely gave
up hope. Arthur had seen too much of that, he hoped Ivan trusted him.
“Arthur, now is not the time. You’re hurt and…” Ivan tried to speak, but broke
off in a strangled whine.
“Let me do this.” Arthur dragged his teeth, a bit sharper than normal with all
of the deliciously sweet scents filling the air, along the shell of the Omega’s
ear. “It’s unhealthy to struggle too much. Trust me Ivan… Vanya.”
It was the nickname that did it. That and… some small part of Ivan that was not
floundering against the neat recognized that Arthur would be the best suited to
dealing with this. He had been an Omega for a long time, he knew how it worked
more intimately than anyone. It was why Alfred had chosen him to help. Alfred.
Where was he? Where was his Alpha? The blue eyed, bespectacled blonde was
probably the only wolf that Ivan would have preferred to have in the Nest
besides the ex-Whore of Roses. The thought of his missing Alpha made Ivan’s
chest ache. A whimper slipped out, one that Arthur quickly, gently shushed. The
transitioning wolf was unaware of Ivan’s second internal struggle. He knew it
was wrong. Ivan knew that his body, his life, was meant to be lived for the
pack, with the pack. But he wanted Alfred. The Alpha had been with him every
step of the way.
Yes, he was rough sometimes and headstrong, and clueless. But he was also
caring, kind, and wanted the absolute best for his pack. Even if it meant
keeping them in the dark or painting himself with a darker brush… But didn’t he
realize that he didn’t need to do that? The pack with follow Alfred: Alfred was
Alpha. A good Alpha. He could be honest with them.
Ivan closed his eyes and felt the Heat take over. Arthur, sensing his change in
behavior grinned to himself. The green eyed wolf straightened up, ears perked,
catching each noise the Omega made. “You are our Omega Ivan. I will guide you
through this Heat, and give the rest of your Grooming Party hell for not being
here to witness this.”
Arthur nudged Ivan’s thighs apart, smelling the slick before he saw or felt it.
The Omega’s entrance was soaked. Still, Arthur slipped several fingers inside:
testing and stretching the soft walls. Yes, Ivan was no virgin, but his body
would be so much more fragile now that he was in his first heat. All of those
nerve endings firing: it would be difficult to keep the balance between
pleasure and pain. But, Arthur was sure that he could do it. Below him, Ivan
moaned, but Arthur was not done yet. The blonde wolf leaned over his ashen
haired counterpart once again: tongue and teeth mapping the soft skin of the
Omega’s neck and chest. He paid special attention to the exact way each nip and
suckle made Ivan react: soft purrs, whining moans, sharp gasps. They were all
serving to drive him closer to the edge. And they hadn’t even gotten to the
proper fucking yet.
Deciding not to accelerate things too quickly, Arthur let his digits slip free
of that warm, wet place. He opted to lick them clean and pull Ivan into a long,
heated kiss as their hips ground together.
The moment was ruined as the trap door above their heads slammed into the floor
as it was thrown open.
*~*~*
There was no way for her to be prepared, how could there be? Everyone was so
scared, worried and angry. The chaotic scents swirled through the air, almost
enough to give Natalie a headache. But, Toris was a comforting presence by her
side. It made her feel better, to have someone standing on the porch of the
Alpha’s cabin next to her. Facing such an unsettled crows was much less
daunting than before. The female Alpha cleared her throat, barking out a quick,
“Hey!”
But, the panicked babble continued and Natalie furrowed her brow. How did
Alfred do it? Project so easily? Think Nat… Think…
Listen to me. You will listen to me. “Listen!”
A hush washed over the pack members, each looking up at their Alpha. Natalie
spotted Peter at the front, his child like body making him seem all the more
fragile, all the more breakable. He must be panicking: his mother was injured
and his father was MIA. Dammit Alfred!
Natalie cleared her throat and stepped up to the edge of the porch. Her violet
eyes were hard, shining through the wisps of silvery hair blown about by the
wind. She kept her eyes on Katsuya, her sister. The young woman had a hopeful,
determined look on her face. Katsuya would keep her cool, be another voice of
reason as they tried to deal with the revelation of Francis’ true identity. “I
know there is a lot of confusion, but we need to remain calm!”
“Is it true?” A wolf spoke up, breaking the silence, “Is Francis really
Gaston?”
Natalie flinched, “It appears so, at least, the Great Pack seems to think so.”
“Did Alfred know? Is that why our Alpha left?” Another added in. Murmurs were
beginning to spread through the crowd again. Natalie felt her heart pounding. A
hand on the small of her back, Toris, made her jump. “Stay calm. You’re doing
great.” The brunette Beta said. Natalie bit her lip. She was too young for
this! What could she say?! What could she do?!?
The answer was made for her. A voice called out from the pack camp ground’s
entrance, carried to them on the wind. The voice was unfamiliar to Natalie, but
the scent that hit her was not: Blood Fang!
“Of course he did!” A group of wolves became visible to them, headed by a man
with brown hair and dark green eyes. He was wearing a simple shirt and pants,
seemingly unbothered by the cold. Claw scars and burn scars littered his skin,
especially on the left side of his body. Everything about the man screamed
dangerous and Natalie felt the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. The
other wolves of Steel Claw had a similar reaction, some of them even backed
away from the incoming troop. And no one moved to attack. This seemed to please
the stranger and his wolves.
“Your former Alpha knew that Francis was Gaston, I heard it from a subordinate
of the Great Pack. Alfred just decided to keep the bastard around to continue
experimenting on Omega.” The strange man said. Of course, there would be no
lacky wolf to speak to Steel Claw themselves, Antonio had seen to that
personally. Beta blood was always so uninteresting, almost bland. Oh well, if
tonight went as expected he would be getting his fill soon enough. Soon… Green
eyes locked on the female Alpha, who despite her cold gaze was unable to hide
the trembling of nerves in her fingers. She would be perfect. Alpha blood was
amazing, almost as good as Omega blood.
“And where is this wolf?” Natalie spat, eyes narrowing as she smelt the lie in
his words. The stranger shrugged, “I told him I would pass along the message.
Ah, and I have been so rude, not even introducing myself. You may call me
Antonio.”
“It’s a lie!” Toris spoke up now. Natalie glanced at him, the brunette Beta was
shaking, “I helped raise Alfred: he would never purposefully put the pack in
danger. If he lied he had a good reason to! Alfred is a good Alpha!”
“Is he? Then why did he not explain things, or at least stick around to make
sure no one with unsavory agendas came around? He left you all with a little
girl as leader.”
Natalie snarled, “And just what is your unsavory agenda?”
Antonio was unfazed by the she-Alpha’s anger. He just smiled as the wolves
around him began to snarl and snap: “Revenge of course. For our former Alpha.”
The creepy Beta snapped his fingers and the beasts lunged forwards.
*~*~*~*
Ivan and Arthur jerked apart as the trap door slammed open and a newcomer
dropped into the Nest beside him. Arthur growled, but it broke off in a hiss as
his weight settled on his still healing broken leg. Ivan struggled to focus but
everything was hot and blurry and painful. There was an ache, an ache deep
inside of him. “Please…” The Omega whined. A familiar scent drifted towards
him: pine and maple. Two trees. Matthew.
Above him, Arthur relaxed a little, “Matthew, good you’re here… I… I’ll
probably need help with his heat. Ivan’s started. Where is Alfred?”
The taller blonde considered them both for a moment, ears perked and alert,
taking them in. “Alfred isn’t here. With any luck he won’t be coming back, but
that’s beside the point.”
“What?!” Arthur seemed to snap out of his lustful daze at those words. Ivan on
the other hand, remained just as lost, writhing and moaning weakly. He seemed
to be taking more of Matthew’s attention then Arthur’s floundering. “How dare
you say that about your Alpha! Quit playing around Matthew, where is he? We
need him.”
“No you don’t!” The sharp power in Matthew’s words made them both tremble.
Arthur gasped again, lightly as he looked over the wolf he had given birth to.
“Matthew… what are…”
“I am taking Alfred’s place as Alpha.” Matthew said. He strode over, kneeling
besides the two of them and carefully, but forcefully picked up Arthur and
moved him to the side, “I will be taking my Omega during his first Heat.”
Arthur stared at him, “You can’t take his place. Alfred is still Alpha here.”
“No he’s not! He never was!” Matthew snarled. The new energy radiating off of
him made Arthur shrink back. He had never seen his Matthew, his sweet pup like
this before… for a moment, the normally calm and kind Beta looked more like his
mad father than anything. What was going on?!
“Alfred’s mother had an affair with a Blood Fang wolf. Alfred is of Blood Fang,
I heard him say so myself! And Ivan can vouch for me.” Matthew said. He gripped
the Omega’s chin, making him look over, “Isn’t that right? Alfred is a Blood
Fang.”
Say it. The compulsion rolled through him, sinking into Ivan’s head addled
brain. Was this what projection felt like? It was a heady rush. Matthew could
get used to this. He would be Alpha, he would make Steel Claw great again. He
would mend things with Blood Fang and the two packs would rule this mountain.
“It’s true…” Ivan whimpered, “Alfred said so.”
Matthew smiled in a satisfied manner as Arthur looked on shocked. “See?”
“But, Alfred is my Alpha. Not you.”
Matthew looked down at the Omega, momentarily surprised to see that Ivan’s gaze
had a bit of sharpness left in it. He’d always know that the former Gamma was
going to be a challenge, he just didn’t think he would really get any part in
it. But now, he was going to make Ivan his own. There would be other Omega. He
wanted Ivan, to show that he was the better choice for Alpha: not his scheming,
lying cousin. If a little force was necessary in the beginning then so be it.
“Is that so?” Matthew’s voice had become cold and sharp, “I guess I’ll just
have to prove I’m Alpha to you.”
The Alpha Candidate’s head snapped around, looking at his mother, “Do you need
help getting out of the Nest?”
“I’m not leaving.” Arthur said defiantly.
“Get out or I will make you!”
Arthur staggered to his feet, stumbling as he tried to put weight on his broken
leg. Matthew sighed and got up. He easily scooped up Arthur into his arms,
leaping out of the Nest with him. Dropping the wounded wolf gently onto
Alfred’s, his, bed, Matthew looked down at him, “I’m doing what is best for the
Pack, Arthur. Alfred is dangerous. Especially if he’s been letting Gaston
Boneffoy continue to exist!”
Before Arthur could do little more than sit up, Matthew had leapt back down
into the Nest, closing the trap door behind him. And, no matter what Arthur
did, he was not strong enough to force it open. Not even when the screams from
outside and below threatened to drown him.
To Be Continued in: What is Worse than Monsters?
Chapter End Notes
     I was really nervous about making Matthew a villain in this story...
     and I hope to build up more with him in Part 2. I will also be
     focusing more on how the Great Pack works in the next part so,
     unfortunately, Alfred and Ivan will not be reunited for a while. Fear
     not! He will come to the rescue, the Great Pack can't stand by and
     let a false Alpha take his place, right?
     Part 2: What is Worse than Monsters? - Coming October 2015
***** The Revamp! *****
Chapter Summary
     How to be a Monster is being re-written!
Hello all! Thank you so much for your support of my work despite my horrific
hiatus!
I actually cannot put out part 2 as I have decided to rewrite part 1 of the
Pack Trials. To me, the story seems very rushed and I want to build the
characters more before I branch off in to Matthew's coup, Francis' trial and
the Great Pack's plot....
So, if you all will be patient with me... Please stay tuned for the improved:
How to be a Monster.
The original fic will stay in place but this new one will be its own beast and
probably start a whole new series just so I can keep the old and new separate.
First chapter should be up some time this weekend! Once again, thank you all
for the support!
Give Ivan's floppy ears a rub for me will you?
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