This is a completed book. I'm editing and will be posting chapters as they are completed.
Content warning BDSM, threesome, and violence also I felt it would be good to have two versions of this book. So as I'm not corrupting young minds and I really wouldn't want my daughters reading this, so, please proceed to the clean version if your under 18 otherwise have fun reading
The music pumps from the speakers while aching from the pose I've been, holding for the last hour. John, the photographer kneels down and takes the shot from a lower angle. "That's a wrap Petra."
Shaking my arms out. I watch as John consults with the client pointing out what he likes.
"Send those with what would be your choices, John. Petra, for once it was a pleasure working with you."
A finger automatically extends flipping the bird at the client. "I thought you turned over a new leaf," John calls.
"Dream on, he's a prick, you got the shot hours ago," snapping, as I walk behind the divider to change.
Wiping the makeup off, and consider how to broach the subject with my family. My decision not to move back home wasn't going to make them happy. Pack life is something, that makes me uncomfortable. I am not one for rules. Nor the horrible one-sided conversations with my father about the joy mating. If, Dad only inkling of my truth?
What I'd been, doing these last two years was avoiding him because it would break his heart to know the truth? I sigh, while cleaning my face then dress. I'm a mess. A werewolf without a wolf.
The enhancements that come with shifting are fading. I believe that is because of concoction Leon sends me.
Now basing myself back in New York, it was time to come to clean. Which will be no easy feat. As I picture the daunting task ahead of me and Dad's ultimate disappointment. Out on the street, I hail a taxi and head towards the hotel.
On my arrival, I walk straight to the bar and order a drink. The TV has a Jet and Stars game replaying. I do love ice hockey, and who wouldn't? Hunky men with a puck add a dash of violence. A winning combination as I ask, no one in particular. "How old is this game?"
"A couple of years." He glances towards me then away his head snaps back. "Hey, aren't you?"
I got up and left. It was too much, to ask for one day to relax without somebody recognising me? Up in my room, I change then make my way to the gym. Still, full of excess energy. Every time, I thought about my shift, which is more frequent since my return to the states. I become so angry, I can't remember if anything Dad said, I didn't pay attention. Switching off, when he said to save my first time, for my mate. That it would be, more special when the time comes. I climb on the treadmill setting it for an all-terrain run while I recall my first shift.
I woke drenched in sweat with stabbing cramps, I thought I would die. Mia, my roommate flitted in and out, of the room. My body contorted, whenever, she touched me. The pain intensified, making me feel like a pin cushion.
Lost in the foggy pain-filled haze. Eventually, Alpha Leon arrived and somehow coaching me to reach out and connect with my wolf. When I found her, all I sensed was untold hurt. I didn't understand, begging her to help me. She refused.
More bones cracked and realign. Somebody's touch had set off, another barrage of unimaginable agony. Pleading with my wolf I'm scared. But she didn't help me. When my spine bows, cracking, please help me, please I don't want to die! Calling to her my wolf didn't respond.
Even while I could feel her presence, though it felt like a knife was, thrust into my heart. My breaths became shallow I couldn't take any more pain. I want it to end.
I blacked out and when I did wake, it wasn't in wolf form. Mia was at my bedside appearing sad, and we weren't in our flat anymore. My shift took five hours to complete which Alpha Leon had never seen it before. But my wolf was beautiful, not that it matters, I remember at that moment, reaching out not finding her.
To hear she was feral after the shift and tried to attack that she would not submit freely, as she should. In the end, my anger so predominant that he feared they would lose me, to my wolf side. So they tranquillised me before I could hurt anyone.
I don't recall the shift and when I asked why I can't feel her? He said that it would take another day or so before, I could reconnect with her. I stayed for a week, but nothing no one could give me answers. And with a promise not to pass the information on I left. He tried to convince me to tell Dad, but I did not want to disappoint him again. Even when I tried not to, I felt I did.
I keep running until my muscles turn to jelly and want to give out, it is the only way. Switching the treadmill off, I catch my breath as I walk back to my room. The anger is still bubbling deep inside all the time now wanting to consume me as well everything in its path. I strive to be that calm, happy person I had been before the shift. Who I am now is someone I struggle to recognise because; I'm different.
As I lean back only half listening to what Sally said, I try to ignore the push in my mind. The throb becoming me too much, and I snap, "What?"
"Your mother and I want to see you this Friday, for a family dinner, Baxter has an announcement to make."
There goes my Friday night. Shit. God, damn, suck up, lying about Chelsea being his mate all these years. Dad should go, wolf on his ass for lying all these years. I watch those images in my mind that my wolf sends almost chuckling. I wonder if mum would join in? Smiling as I imagine the carnage. "Fine."
I hear Sally mention my name I begin to pay attention while she is giving me one of her serious looks. "So you keep her out of trouble and the headlines."
"Yep, no problem." I get an elbow in the ribs from David while he shows me a picture of Petra Collins. I whisper to Dave, "Pity the poor bastard that has to work with her."
Watching his reaction as he nearly chokes trying not to laugh. "Dude that would be you!"
My career takes a nose dive at that moment; Petra Collins is every agent's worst nightmare. "Sally, why are we taking her on? Didn't her last agent drop her?"
"Not, one of her assignments were under ten thousand. She will be grossing well over seven million this year," Sally said. Then she sashays out the room.
Rubbing my face, what did I agree too? Damn, that women could kill a career. Walking into my office, I put Petra's name in the search bar and open the file on her.
Skimming down to her emergency contact details I double back that's Sebastian's number she's a femme? Is she Cain's girl?
Glancing at the computer, Petra in not a little girl, and she is fucking gorgeous. Uncomfortable, I shift in my chair her bountiful breasts straining, against the restrictive wet swimsuit. Fuck me, the way she poses on her knees wide, apart. Her back arching with her fingers threading through her hair.
I am in trouble, how the hell... Jesus, I'll end up losing my job. My wolf the dirty degenerate is sending me images of her. Trust up hanging from the ceiling sliding into her as she sucks on another cock. With my engorged member throbbing begging, for attention. I stare after enlarging the picture. The transparency, of what she's wearing. Dark circles of her erect nipples jutting out, such a perfect size for my greedy, mouth.
The outline of Petra's bare pussy underneath damp cloth as I picture her bouncing on my cock, groaning. Then my wolf has her riding my face, while my tongue spears her glistening, pink pussy. Quick smart, I cling to the edge of the desk praying I don't cum. As the growls in my head increase, I throw my head back and almost howl from the force.
As the growls in my head increases. I throw my head back. And almost, howl from the force. Strange? The restraint, I pride myself on went out the window. It is puzzling? I haven't blown my load, like that since, well never. Closing the page, my head hurts from the overload, and with the loud snarls which only increases. Shutting him out as he starts to talk then linking my Alpha.
"What can you tell me about, Petra Collins?"
"Why do you want to know?" He snaps.
"I'm her manager, is she Cain's daughter?"
"Yes, but she hasn't been here in over five years." He sighs like the weight of the world was pilling on top, of him.
I'm pondering his mood and why he has been, so curt with one question that circles. What is going on, who doesn't visit their family? I log into the pack database using my father's password and look for the nearest pack to her address in London.
I find two calling the first one, it was a bust, though they did say to check with Alpha Leon of the Crest pack. To get a straight answer out, of them on the phone, was another matter altogether. Apparently, he's not contactable, until next week.
Damn, I read over her file checking the calendar, over two years ago the trouble starts. First, she misses two important spring fashion shows, in that year. Countless complaints about her mood swings, also two lucrative contracts, down the drain. And she refuses to work with small selection photographers sending off an email to Joseph, asking him to do an in-depth search.
After, a trip to the bathroom I stroll out if the office hailing a cab. I want to observe how everything, is going with the photo shoot, and whether Petra has been behaving herself. As I travel there, I push Petra out of my mind and thought on the more significant problem at hand.
Baxter and his relationship with that sneaky, sly bitch Chelsea. Not able to let him make the biggest mistake of his life, I link him, in a whinny voice, that he hates.
"What!" he snaps. Geez, what is with everyone today.
"Why? Baxter why are you taking my whole weekend away and subjecting me to family time. You know mum is going to bitch at me about not having a mate." About to continue my tirade.
"Dad wants to step down soon, do you want Levi's trained up because I don't. He's too young to be beta."
"Neither of you are true mates. The Council won't approve it," I said angrily. He is hiding something big from me; I could sense it, through our bond. I just hope it isn't what I thought because that would be too painful.
"Dyl, there's one more thing you'll need to accept, that I've chosen to be with Chelsea. We want to settle down and start a family I only, wish you could be happy, for us."
"What about your mate?"
Baxter snaps, "It's rare, to find your mate, and besides the Council is pushing, for it."
"I don't care what they want! Why do you want to throw your chance away? Jesus, I don't want my mate just yet, but what if Nana was right?"
Pleading with my brother, "What if we share ours even if it's really, rare. Are you willing to hurt, me, her, and ultimately, yourself?"
I'm horrified at the thought he is going to mark Chelsea. What did I do wrong, for him to keep hurting me purposely? Bax is my twin and we shouldn't be like this.
"I have to do this we've been together for three years it's time. I'm twenty-nine. I want children Dylan," he responds sadly. "I think she died years ago."
That was not something I would contemplate or even consider, as I said, with hope, "What if she's young? Baxter what if we just have to wait, till she's old enough to claim. Did you even consider that?"
"Yeah, I did Chelsea, and I have discussed it at length many times, I love her bro. We want a family, we can't-do that until I mark her."
The finality in his tone made me pause. This is all her idea to push his buttons to get what she fucking wants. "Fuck you can't be serious!"
I block him fuming at his selfishness when it came her and then his complete idiocy, on the subject.
She had a mate, once and he had been human and didn't survive the change because he was, too sick. The dire warnings she did not listen to.
As I recall Chelsea telling him that he would survive, then they would share a long life together, psychotic bitch! She should have shot him; it would've been, less painful.
As the cab stops, I climb out and walk up the stairs I entering the studio inside everyone is packing up. "John did Petra show up; how did it go?" As I glance around agitation.
"Done and dusted, four hours total. Petra's a moody one, we must've gotten her on a good day."
Walking home I was rope-able thinking on what Baxter said, but why would he not think about his mate. If we share a mate, and he marks Chelsea. Our mate would always feel incomplete and so, could I apparently. Now facing the prospect of living with Baxter's choices I decide it is not in mine, or my brothers best interest to stand idly by. It is time to take action.