Gwyneth
I went on a run after breakfast. I went into the forest and shifted into Leah. I was a white wolf which was a rare colour, but I loved the colour of our fur. Pack members always commended it, and I was proud of it. Too bad I won't be showing off my beautiful wolf in this pack. I noticed the members ignored me and stayed away. It was obvious my darling husband had instructed them to avoid me. My twentieth birthday was coming up, and I wasn't looking forward to celebrating it. My life was already over. There was no point wasting my time celebrating the life that I no longer had.
I did not return to the house until late in the night. It wasn't long after I exited the shower when Alpha Marcus came into my room, boiling with anger.
"Where did you go?" he yelled, and I was a bit confused.
"I went on a run," I answered confidently.
"You want me to believe you went on a run," he said, and I nodded.
"What else did you think I was doing? I am new to these parts, so I decided to look around." I told him, and his eyes didn't soften.
"And you didn't bother to try to inform me through the mind link?" he asked me.
"I didn't think I mattered that much. You had spelt it out. If I run away, you will kill everyone. That is enough motivation for me not to run." I told him, and he came close to me.
He had never stood this close to me. The man towered over me. I was five feet five inches, and this man was six feet six inches. He was tall and intimidating. My heart began to pound in my chest. It wasn't fear; it was something else, it felt like adrenaline. I tried to hold his gaze, looking at him.
"There are troublesome wolves out there," he said, and I smiled.
"I can take care of myself, Alpha. I am not as weak as I look." I assured him, and he smiled evilly at me.
"If you get yourself killed, I will wipe out your pack." he threatened, which wasn't fair.
"What if I die by accident?" I asked him, wanting to know the extent of his insanity. He didn't answer me, instead, he left the room and slammed the door. The pounding in my chest had not stopped, and I didn't know when it would stop. I decided to touch myself to calm down and relieve myself. Maybe that will help.
I sat on my bed and spread my legs apart. Reaching into my pants, I touched my clit, imagined the perfect man and tried to escape my reality in my head. As I began to work on my clit, rubbing it with my fingers. An image of Alpha Marcus flashed through my mind's eyes, and I felt horrible for fantasising about him, but I couldn't help it. I needed the release. So I changed his dark hair to red hair in my mind and pretended he had a twin brother that I liked. I moaned and cried from pleasure until I finally came. I went further and fucked myself with my finger to calm down my clenching pussy, and soon I relaxed.
The moment I was done, I was ashamed of myself. I couldn't allow myself to feel attracted to the man. He was wicked. I decided I would watch a couple of movies to see if maybe I would find a new face for my fantasies. As things were, this seemed like the only way I would be getting a release for the rest of my miserable life. I might as well get creative.
The next day went by smoothly. I decided to stay a bit longer than the day before, only to see Alpha Marcus's reaction. It wasn't like I liked him, but I needed to interact with someone to keep my sanity. None of the pack members related with me, so aggravating him was the only way I could get his attention. I returned and hit the shower, but he never came to warn me. I guessed he had said his peace the night before, so I went to bed. I promised myself to find something productive to do the next day.
The next day came, I ate breakfast and decided to rest a bit before heading out. When I was ready to head out, I found that my door was locked. I banged on it heavily, and no one answered. I began to panic. I could not bring down the door because I didn't want to damage his property. Rubbing Alpha Marcus the wrong way could bring consequences, so I became frustrated. I hated and feared locked doors. While I was banging on the door, I heard Alpha Marcus in my head.
"Good morning, dear wife. This is punishment for defying me and coming home very late in the night," he said and broke the connection. I was enraged. I hated him. How could he be so inconsiderate? Going out was my only means of fun in this hell he called home, and yet he tried to punish me this way.
I paced about my room. I tried to link with him several times to help him see a reason to let me and Leah run wild, but he refused to let me in. I was really mad. So I decided to wait for my lunch. I intended to make a run for it when the omegas brought my meal. I was already a prisoner. I refused to be given a physical prison.
I pretended to calm down and stopped fighting. I did not change my clothes, though, but I took off my shoes. Lunch was brought around three in the afternoon, before the omega could know what I was up to, I had bolted out the door and into the forest barefoot. I ran until I got to the lake I had spotted the day before. I took off my clothes and decided to swim. There was no way I was going to allow that asshole to control me.
I came out of the lake, waited for my skin to dry up and then wore my clothes. I then decided to stroll a bit and take in the scenery. While strolling, I heard a growl in the woods. Not knowing what it was, I was on high alert. Leah smelled danger, and we shifted. I began to run, but I wasn't fast enough. A huge wolf knocked me out of the way, and I heard a crunch when I hit one of the trees. There was no time to cry. I needed to stand my ground. I stood and faced it. It was a rogue Alpha wolf, and he was hunting me.
I leapt at it, and we began to fight, scratching and biting. I was a trained warrior and almost as powerful as an alpha breed, so I was confident I would be able to take it out. After so many bites and shoves, I got the upper hand and bit into its throat; its blood ran until I heard its last whimper. The moment I was sure he had died. I began to limb back to the house. Leah was injured, and we had lost so much blood. My vision became blurred, but I pushed on. The moment we got close to the Packhouse, we passed out.
Gwen. We were amazed when we arrived at the airport in Gardenia. It was a beautiful view. There were video commercials and posters that had wolves on. It was as it was described; a werewolf country, or so it seemed. The people were friendly at the airport. The arrival had many free souvenirs for visitors. I felt my babies kick, and I knew this was it. The triplets were so excited it was challenging to hold on to them. Marcus and Mason were doing everything they could to stop them from running about the place. Linbec put us in a situation where we had to hide away, demarcated from the rest of the world, but this place was different. It celebrated us. I saw a video of the president welcoming visitors, and I wondered if they created a welcome video every time they had a new president or if this guy was just different. When we stepped out, Marcus wanted to look for two cabs when a government-licensed S.U.V parked in front of us. A friendly-looking guy in a suit exited the S.U.V and ca
Gwen. It did not take long for the suspects to be arraigned in court. Larry took a plea bargain and had a significantly reduced sentence. Benjamin took his own life. I knew it was because he could not deal with the shame of what he did. Honestly, I was glad he was dead. Being a former president, I doubted if his punishment would be much, and it would have been wrong to let him get away with all the heinous crimes he committed. Michael and Ingrid were trying to resolve their differences, but he had difficulty trusting her. I pleaded with him to give her a second chance because we knew she stood no chance against Larry and Benjamin. He was still angry over the fact that she did not open up to him. Michael was content with being friends and kept it that way for now. Hopefully, they would resolve their differences in the future, and he would forgive her. I knew they still loved each other very much. Hopefully, they will see it too and put the past behind them. The wedding was going to t
Mason. The new development was highly welcomed, and I could not wait for it to start. As much as I did not want to trust Barnes and Miles, I knew they were being sincere for now. It was easy to believe because it was a union that would have mutual benefits. I sat in the car and couldn't wait to get home to Gwen and the triplets. Retirement was still in the plan even though the peace seemed as if it would be stable. I could not wait to see Gwen and the triplets and celebrate the joy with them. "Can you believe what is about to happen?" I asked Marcus, and he smiled at me, nodding. "Gwen will be most thrilled about it." He replied, and that was when I summoned the courage to ask what I wanted. "Marcus," I said, and he looked at me eagerly. " I know everything is alright and well, but I want to ask Gwen to marry me," I said, and he frowned at me. "Is it because of the humans?" he asked, and I shook my head. "Not at all, Marcus; it is something that I had pondered about for a whil
Marcus. We got ready for the meeting with Barnes. As much as Gwen wanted to come with us, I did not allow it. She needed to rest. It was tough convincing her to remain, but she eventually agreed. Michael came around to keep her company, so It was easier for us. I had placed Michael as Beta, and everyone had reverted to their old ranks. Scott was the most pleased. I could see his relief. I did not know the work I delegated to him was that much until I saw his relief. Gwen and Michael had a lot of catching up to do, and I was hopeful that she would not even notice our absence. Michael refused to get back together with Ingrid, and I wanted to talk to him about it. I knew he was still mad at her but judging the situation, I believed it was best he forgave for the sake of his peace. Our children would be out of the bunker by the time we returned, and I was eager to see them hold them and play with them. It had been tough being without them. I was glad that everything seemed to be over.
Marcus. I could not believe what had just happened to us. A solution and a problem. The mindless wolves they showed would be the first image humans of Linbec will have about us. There was no sensible way to manage this situation. If we are ever discovered, how will we prove to them that we is nothing like what they had seen on their screens? The human pop culture about us did not help matters either. We were fucked. Gardenia started looking more promising than it was yesterday. "What do we do now?" Mason asked. I could see the frustration in his eyes. "Breathe, and let it all play out," Gwen said, and I looked at her because she was panicking just now. "The government likes to control its citizens. Knowledge is power, and the government would not allow the citizens to have that kind of power. They will find a way to throw it off." She said, and I frowned at her. "Do you know how many werewolf sightings and stories they have buried? This will not be the first, nor will it be the la
Gwen. It was amazing how simple the solution was. We had overthought many things, and that had somehow blown the issue out of proportion. If Barnes was right and could be trusted, it simply meant that everything would be alright. I intended to discuss retirement with Marcus and Mason. I know how much they liked running things, but we needed to focus on our family. I was tired of putting myself in harm's way for the sake of ingrates. We had lives too, and our lives were important. Our children needed us. As much as I would love to remain in charge, I just wanted to run my home and start a floral business. I had enough of the war. I wanted love and peace. After our discussion with Barnes, Marcus decided we should go to our second home, it had been a while, but that place held memories. Memories of my cripple days. It was there that I began to look within and appreciate what I really had. Being Luna did not matter anymore to me in that house. My children were with me, and I had concei
Mason. Gwen slept most of the day, so I opted to carry her to the room while Marcus closed the office. She opened her eyes the moment I lifted her from the couch. "I can walk, Mace," she said with a sleepy smile. Her scent was more like mine. She looked cute, and I smiled at her. "Let me carry you, Gwen," I said, and she wrapped her arms around my neck to oblige me. She rested her head against my chest and tried to drift back into sleep. Our mission must have really drained her, and her body was currently trying to adjust. While I carried Gwen towards the packhouse, I thought of the possibility that we might not fight a war, and I was thankful. If Barnes comes through for us, we can fix the problem, retire in peace and build our family. Marcus was right not to want war. We had too much to lose. Carrying Gwen in my arms made me realise just how much we had to lose. I was sure that she would not back down if it came to war, and I could not bear to lose her. She might be immune to si
Marcus. It was amazing to see how quickly Larry cracked after seeing the press release. It also showed the shallow nature of human friendship. Larry was loyal, and Benjamin wasn't. Larry's love for Mia also was troubling especially knowing how they viewed our kind and what they intended to use us for. It is heartbreaking. "Why should we trust you?" I asked Larry, but his crimson eyes had said it all. He was hurt, broken and felt betrayed. "This was not my plan," He said, "Benjamin had made some bad decisions that had affected our currency and economic stability. Many bad decisions that they would ask for his head if the people knew. Of course, Barnes wasn't in the know, and we kept it that way. Eventually, it was going to be exposed." He said, and I got curious. I wasn't patient with vague explanations. I prefered details, so I interrupted him. "Can you be specific about his mistakes?" I asked him, looking bored, and he nodded. He looked at the television long and hard. I was sure
Mason. I could not believe the extent of the wickedness of Larry and Benjamin. I wondered who else was in on it. To think of us as tools and disposable was cruel and wicked. I thought of Mia and could not imagine the torture the woman had gone through at the hands of that monster. If he did not see us as humans, he must have treated her like an animal. I felt sorry for her, and I could not wait for Timber to get back to us. "Are you really going to inform them at Gardenia?" Gwen asked Marcus, and he looked as if he was thinking about it. "I do not know, really," he said, and I frowned at him. "Are you contemplating it?" I asked him, and he looked at me a bit confused. "I have never been out of Linbec before, and neither have you. How the hell are we supposed to inform them? Who do we tell? Even if Timber can help us get the word across, we really do not know who these people are and what they are capable of. Even though Linbec's government is wrong for trying to take over another