Logline

A young werewolf risks her new found freedom when she delves into an addictive world of sexual gratification with consequences that reshape her life.

Blurb

Twenty-one-year-old Reyna Salvador is determined to create a new life for herself. After escaping from her ex-partner, and finding an overwhelming lack of support from her pack - the people who were meant to love her most - she is left shunned and alone.

Forced to take matters into her own hands, Reyna decides that only she will control her life, starting with her pleasures. But when one steamy encounter after another leaves her feeling empty and unfulfilled, Reyna's deeper journey of self-discovery reveals her true desires may not be as 'straight' as she'd expected. Embracing her true sense of self pushes her to the limits of her traditional upbringing and her pack's expectations, exposing her to a world of cruelty and ignorance that will require every ounce of her strength to navigate. 

Chapter 1

The beat of the music resonates through my body as I make my way towards the bar, weaving my way through the crowded club. I love the feeling, my heart pounding in my chest as it desperately tries to keep up with the deep base, my soul brought to life by the rhythm of the song, the shock of the volume compared to usual quietness of life, the need within my body to lose itself to the music. It makes me feel alive. It makes me feel powerful.

A quick flick of my hair, and the bartender is in front of me, prioritising me over the leering men standing either side. I order my usual, a Rum and diet Coke, before settling on the stool that magically becomes available next to me. As I wait for my drink, I quickly scan the room, my nostrils flaring. I may be a werewolf, yet in this small, sweaty room, the scent of wolf is almost overwhelming even to me. I can't help but wonder if a few months ago I would have even noticed. But I've grown used to being away from wolves, surrounding myself with humans instead, and so the overwhelming stench of unbridled testosterone and power is making my head spin. I'm drunk on the high, and honestly I think it's probably affecting me more than the alcohol.

I smile widely at the bartender as she places my drink in front of me. She smiles hesitantly in return, a combination of awe and submission obvious in her scent. I chuckle internally. I tend to have that effect on other wolves, often making them both slightly nervous to be around me and yet also attracted to me. As the daughter of an Alpha, I exude a potent aura of power that demands both respect and submission. As a female, I also naturally have a comforting aura. Plus a wolf's scent will typically match their looks, so as an attractive wolf, my scent is therefore enticing to others, often mimicking their physical response to my appearance. On top of that, I'm unmated (or in human-speak; I'm single) meaning my scent is pure and therefore apparently rather intoxicating. So all in all, I am appealing to other wolves because I am powerful, comforting, attractive and pure, resulting in an endless amount of attention from all wolves. Not that I'm complaining. I enjoy the attention.

I scan the room, slowly sipping my drink. Lots of glowing amber eyes peer back at me. Most just occasionally glance my way respectfully, others outright stare, but none hold my gaze. I make them nervous, and they're hesitant to make a move. I may be small, but they can tell that I'm powerful, and on top of that there's an unwritten rule that unmated male Alphas get first pick.

It's quite rare to find an unmated Alpha female. We're usually snatched up pretty quickly. Unsurprising really considering how potent our scent is and how attractive we often are, as are most Alphas. I mean come on, you've read all the Wattpad stories, which one doesn't feature a six foot tall, muscle cladden hunk as their alpha? Yet as a female, despite our power, we don't traditionally get as much freedom as males. Although let's just say that I've found a way to turn that to my advantage...

Finally, my eyes lock on a potential target. A typical Alpha, he's tall, probably the tallest male in the room. I can only see his back, but the dominating scent is unmistakable. His broad shoulders stretch the dark fabric of his shirt, moulding perfectly to his back. The sleeves are rolled up in a careless way, and I can see the grooves of his forearm muscles, highlighted by the flashing strobe lights. His hair is long, and it brushes the collar of his shirt, hiding his neck and face from my view.

Surrounding him, a flock of giggling females. They're all wearing short strappy dresses, with stiletto heels. I can practically hear the sugar in their voices as they preen and laugh, desperate to catch the Alpha's attention.

I chuckle. I'm not going to stoop to their level. He can come to me.

I take one last gulp of my drink, before placing the empty glass back on the bar. I shoot a final smile at the bartender, making direct eye contact with her. She flushes, embarrassed at having been caught staring, but I'm unperturbed. She's really quite pretty, with a short blonde bob that accentuates her gorgeous doe eyes, and at my glance her cheeks flush in a really endearing way that makes her eyes pop. I swipe a bank note from my pocket, and pass it to her. Based on the crowd, she's having a difficult night, and deserves a decent tip.

Rising from my seat, I remove my loose white shirt, exposing the corset-style, lace crop top beneath. My high waisted Chelsea pants cover most of my lower abdomen, but a small strip of skin remains exposed.

I sashay to the dance floor, thanking my Mexican ancestors for my natural skills as my hips dance in time with the music before I've even reached the dance floor. I pull the hairband from my hair, letting my curls bounce down my back, tickling the strip of exposed skin above the waistband of my trousers. My loose hair allows my natural scent to diffuse, and as I dance I know I will gradually build up a sweat that will accentuate it, and make me much more noticeable.

My eyes close automatically, my body moving to the rhythm of the music fluidly. I love this part of clubbing, being able to lose myself in the feeling of the night, enraptured by the beat of the music and the rhythm of my body. I'm vaguely aware of the people around me, know that I may be attracting attention just by being myself, but I don't care. Even if my targeted Alpha doesn't notice me, I'll still bloody well enjoy myself.

The music switches to a popular Hispanic song, and my hips speed up, feet tapping along as I salsa back and forth. Luckily, my werewolf senses allow me to remain aware of my surroundings, helping me to avoid the bumbling drunken wolves around me. Occasionally, a hand grazes my back or my arm, as people move around me, accidentally, or sometimes purposefully, brushing past me.

In the middle of the crowd, the overpowering scent is at its strongest, and it combines with the faint buzz from the alcohol, giving me a high that makes me feel drunk on life. The feeling bubbles in my chest, an overwhelming calm settling within me as I let the world around me take control for just a second. And I tilt my head back, drinking in the feeling, arms raised above my head as I sway my hips to the beat, enjoying the feeling of freedom that drunkenness brings.

Suddenly an arm slips around my shoulder, halting my dancing.

"Hey sexyyyyy!" Without even opening my eyes, I know it's not the Alpha speaking. His voice doesn't hold enough power, doesn't have the intonation of someone who is self-assured and dominant. Indeed, when I open my eyes, the wolf is considerably shorter than my target. Although to his credit he's quite large and muscular, and not unattractive. Probably why he has the confidence to come over and talk to me. Based on his scent, I'd say he was a Beta. I raise my eyebrows at him, hoping that he'll get the hint and leave me alone to my dancing.

"You want to come with me gorgeous?" Welp, obviously not then. But before I have a chance to reply, a large hand reaches out from behind me and wraps itself around the Beta's neck.

"Mine." The growl is deep and exudes a dominance that makes my insides flutter. The Alpha moves past me, his hand still tight on the Beta's throat whose eyes have widened in fear. The hand around his throat is not squeezing, yet still he struggles to swallow, the dominance in the Alpha's aura overwhelming him. He quickly removes his arms from around my shoulders, eyes dipping down to the floor in a sign of submission.

"Leave." The beta nods his head furiously, almost tripping over his own feet as he scrambles to get away. The scene has attracted a number of curious gazes, most of the wolves having paused their dancing to watch the scene unfurl. Yet this doesn't seem to phase the Alpha who waits until the Beta has completely disappeared before he turns his full, overpowering attention on me.

I have to crane my neck to look at him. He's at least 6'4'', maybe taller. Or at least the width of his imposing shoulders make him seem taller than he actually is. His eyes, now that they've calmed from their angry amber colour, are a deep, chocolatey brown, and they are currently scanning my body, sending tingles through to my core. Mmmmh he'll do perfectly.

His hand extends out to me, asking me to dance, and despite my happiness at his obvious gentlemanlike manners, I can't help but feel disappointed at the sudden disappearance of his possessive streak. Nonetheless, I let my hand reach out to brush his, my eyes appreciatively raking his muscular form. At first we dance just holding hands, his fingers drawing patterns onto my palms. Then suddenly the beat drops, and he quickly spins me around, pulling my back flush to his chest.

"Much better." He mutters in my ear. My smile widens and I shimmy my hips slightly, pushing back into him, eliciting an appreciative groan. His head lowers to my neck, hands roaming my body, caressing my hips and stomach, his thumb rubbing patterns into the small strip of exposed skin.

The song changes to something more upbeat but I don't let my hips speed up, not wanting to antagonise him too much. Yet he obviously has other ideas. His hands grip my hips, pulling me into him in order to control the rhythm, forcing me to keep up with the beat. His dominant manner makes me tremble with desire, and I lose myself in the sensation, the music, the heat of his body...

Suddenly a low growl sounds next to my ear just as his hips stop swaying. Why stop now? Yet as my eyes flutter open in confusion I realise why. Most of the bar is currently staring at us, captivated by the dominant aura we're obviously exuding, and based on the scent of the pheromones in the air, most of our audience is turned on just by the erotic sight of us dancing together. But that isn't the issue. The issue is that although most wolves are staring at the both of us, some of the male wolves are staring specifically at me, eyes glued to my swaying hips and exposed neck. The Alpha possessively wraps his arms further around my waist, growling at the wolves who would dare to ogle at his girl.

I turn myself around, my hands roaming up and down the Alpha's chest as my hips continue to sway. His growls turn into groans almost instantly and his eyes snap down to mine. His wolf is just on the surface, possessiveness and desire controlling him. I look up at him through fluttering eyelashes, my hips swaying, aware that I'm giving him an incredible view of my cleavage.

There's a flicker in his eyes as he obviously debates something, but it only lasts a second before he obviously makes a decision. Grabbing my hands, he stops their movements on his chest, then leans in close.

"Mine," he whispers the word in my ear. I nod automatically, not thinking about the consequences to my actions, drunk on his authority, my power... Then he's dragging me across the bar. I just about have enough common sense left to grab my bag as we pass it, before I'm following him out of the club and into the night.

We're barely in the lift of the hotel before the Alpha's lips descend on mine. His kiss is needy and passionate, but I can feel him holding back slightly, as if he may be worried about seeming too forward. Or maybe some other concern resides in his brain despite the desire clouding his thoughts. But I ignore all that, fisting my hand into his shirt and pulling him closer, trying to convince him that he is allowed to be as forward as he wants. My tactic works and he responds eagerly, hands gripping my ass to lift me into him as he pins me to the wall of the lift. I kiss him passionately in return, desperate to be fully lost in the feel of him. His hands slide down my body, clutching at my waist possessively, fingers skirting under my clothes as he deepens the kiss.

The lift doors finally ping open, and he walks to his room as I am weightless in his arms. He smirks, knowing I am entirely at his mercy, and shifts one hand under my ass to support my weight as he uses his keycard to open the door. Once inside, he teases me with his lips, hovering them near my mouth but then veering away at the last moment, lips descending to my neck. My head automatically tilts to give him better access as his hand comes up to wrap around my jaw, thumb brushing my lips. I moan as his tongue finds my sweet spot, right below my ear, my back arching into his hold as tingles flutter through my core. I feel his body vibrate as he chuckles at my response. His lips move back up to find mine, but he only gives me a chaste kiss before he leans back.

I grumble slightly, wrapping my hands around his neck to try to pull him back in. He chuckles again, but resists my efforts.

"Listen princess, all I want to do is throw you onto that bed, worship you until you're begging for me, then pound you until you scream my name..."

I hum appreciatively at the mental picture.

"But, you're mine. My mate. And," he lowers me gently to the floor, placing a soft kiss on my forehead. "I need this to be good for you too." My wolf groans inside my head, her hopes for rough sex slowly dwindling. All these Alphas assume I'm their mate, just because I'm a female Alpha and that I must be out of my mind not to be with an Alpha. Irony coats my internal monologue. My own groan mimics hers but mine is because I know that I'm going to have to break that silly belief of his.

"I'd also quite like to know your name first..." He adds almost as an afterthought, a small smile pulling at his lips.

"Reyna," I speak for the first time since I met him, and his hands tighten around my waist.

"Your voice baby... so fucking perfect." I smile up at him innocently.

"And your name... Alpha?" I can feel his growing erection straining at his trousers in response to my words.

"Damien." He practically growls the word and I can feel his resolve to take this slowly gradually crumbling. Aida, my wolf, eggs me on, hopes rekindled.

"Well Alpha Damien..." I say, drawing out the alpha. "I wouldn't be entirely opposed to that little plan of yours..." I can practically see him caving in at this point.

His eyes snap open at my words, his grip on my hips loosening. I take advantage of the opportunity to buck my hips lightly against his.

"Whatever you need princess..." his voice has a husky tone to it and I know he's close to giving in to his desires.

"I need you Alpha... all of you." He growls at my words, his hands gripping me tightly to him, his mouth finally descending on mine again. This time he doesn't hold back, claiming me with his tongue, and I moan in response. He backs us into the bed, forcing the backs of my knees to knock at the wooden frame. His eyes are fully amber now, his wolf at the surface, working alongside him.

"I'm going to make you scream my name princess." My wolf Aida practically purs in response to his words, and I can't help but agree with her wholeheartedly.

Suddenly he pushes me backwards, and I land on the soft duvet. He remains standing between my legs, his hands trailing up his chest before reaching the first button. Slowly, button by button, he opens his shirt, revealing a constellation of tattoos below. My eyes rake his muscular chest appreciatively, taking in his toned abs, the V that disappeared into his trousers. Bringing my legs around, I kneel on the bed, reaching out to help him remove his shirt. But with a single look he stops me. Dropping his shirt on the floor, he reaches out to caress my face.

"I'm going to take your clothes off now baby." I can myself getting wetter by the minute and I nod in response as his hands reach out to unbutton my trousers, lower the zipper, then softly brush against my core. I gasp in response, my hips bucking into his hands.

"Mmmmh so ready for me..."

"All for you... Alpha." Honestly, with the performance I am giving, I should have gone into acting as a career. Although I'd be lying if I didn't admit that I actually am very turned on.

His hands push roughly on my shoulders, and I fall onto the bed again, bouncing slightly. His large hands grip my thighs, dragging me down to the edge of the mattress. His fingers ghost over my core, and I arch off the bed despite the layers of clothing still between us. He chuckles slightly at my response, slowly peeling my trousers off. They hit the floor with a thud, and he growls appreciatively at my red lacy thong.

"Those fucking hips... ready to bear my pups. And this pussy, all for me princess?"

"All for you Alph..." My words are cut off as his mouth licks a strip through my core, my body reacting instinctively.

"Yes princess?"

"Everything for you..." I moan, my breath coming out breathless as he continues to tease me through my thong.

"Tell me what you need, princess."

"I need you to touch me." I almost moan the words as his tongue does wicked things through my thong, his hands trailing up and down my inner thighs.

At my words, his hands approach my core, and I mewl as he slowly inserts a thick digit into my folds.

"So wet baby..." His finger slowly slides in and out of me, curling experimentally as I writhe and moan on the bed, desperately needing more.

"So fucking gorgeous..." He curls his finger against a particularly sensitive spot and I moan loudly, my head coming off the bed to watch him work.

"I'm going to stretch you out baby... Need to make sure you're ready for me..." I gulp as he adds another finger, scissoring them slightly to stretch my pussy.

Within minutes, I'm gripping the sheets, eyes rolling back, toes curling desperately as my hips buck to increase the force of his movements. But for every snap of my hips he slows his fingers down, keeping me right on the edge. Then he adds another finger, as his thumb comes down to flick my clit and I gasp as my orgasm crashes over me.

When I come to, Damien is lying beside me, hands trailing up and down my stomach, slowly undoing the laces of my corset as his lips ghost over my collarbone.

"All mine... I can't believe you're mine... This neck..." I gasp as he bites down slightly on my collarbone.

"These breasts... These hips... God these hips..." As he speaks his hand trails downward, his eyes following its movements. Until finally his hand reaches my hips and his eyes snap up to mine.

"I'm going to mark you right here. On these hips that are going to bear my pups." His fingers draw circles on the spot just above my hip bone, softly grazing the skin.

"That alright with you princess." I nod weakly, watching him through hooded eyes, my arousal slowly building again as he continues his tortuous caresses of my body.

A cheeky smirk spreads across his face, and my hands reach up to pull him down to me, wanting to taste his lips again. His hands grip my hips, lifting me on to him, hips bucking into my core causing me to gasp.

He grins, his hands still resting on my waist.

"Yes princess?" I quirk an eyebrow at his pretend innocence, lowering my lips to his chest. I trail kisses across his tattoos, occasionally giving him a little bite just to hear him groan, just to feel his grip tighten on my hips. I love how much he responds to me, enjoy the small noises he releases with every flick of my tongue or scrape of my teeth. Finally he grows tired of letting me play with him, and I suddenly find myself on my back, his large bulk pinning me to the bed. One hand grips my wrists, pinning my arms above my head to stop my touches, the other trails down to my core, dipping past my thong.

"So fucking wet..." he growls. My body suddenly jolts as my thong is ripped off of me, he lifts the material to his nose, groaning as he smells my arousal, then discards the material.

His mouth finds my nipple, and my hips buck upwards, my hands struggling against his grip. He lifts his head, staring into my eyes as he guides himself to my entrance. Then he slowly enters me and I can't help but gasp as he fills me centimetre by centimetre, making my eyes roll into the back of my head. I moan at the delicious contact, rolling my hips to try and get him to fill me more.

"That good baby?" His voice has a husky tone to it, and I love every second.

"God yes..." I manage to speak only two words before he finally bottoms out, and I groan into his shoulder, teeth grazing his skin. He slowly pulls nearly all the way out, then gently pushes himself back in. I can't help but feel glad that he'd used three fingers to prepare me, I can feel every single twitch of his dick. He continues the slow teasing momentum until I can't bear it any more.

I plant my foot, using it as leverage to suddenly flip us so I am on top. Damian's eyebrows raise in surprise, but he wisely chooses to stay silent as I start to ride him, my hips finding their new rhythm, a rhythm that is considerably faster than the slow strokes he'd been giving me. My breasts jiggle as I ride him roughly, and his hand comes down to play with my clit. I use his chest as leverage, digging my nails into his pics, allowing me to deepen my movements. My mouth opens in a silent scream as I ride through my second orgasm, his finger unrelenting on my bundle of nerves, drawing out my ecstasy until I collapse onto his chest.

I feel his chuckle reverberate through my body.

"Well that was hot... and fucking cute." Cute? Fuck.

Suddenly I'm flipped over, my back landing on the bed harshly as he thrusts into me.

Fuck is right. In my head my wolf whines as he finally lets go, my body lurching with every thrust. I can feel him in every inch of my body. His thrusts come hard and fast, yet I beg him for more. One hand grips my hip, holding me in place, fingers digging into my skin as the other comes up my body.

Around my throat. Around my throat. My wolf voices both of our wishes. But instead his fingers come to ghost over my cheek, caressing me gently.

"So perfect princess." Oh shut the fuck up and choke me already.

His thrusts start to grow lazy and I tilt my hips slightly to help him maintain his rhythm. His eyes are glowing bright orange as his wolf takes over control, his primal animalistic side. Suddenly he pulls out, moving back slightly before leaning down, canines brushing against my hip bone.

"Can I mark you princess?" He phrases it as a question, but dominance exudes his every word.

"Erm..." I let the hesitation play with his mind for a few seconds.

"Please princess..."

"Yes..." My response is forcibly breathless and needy, and he complies immediately, teeth sinking into my skin. I cum on the spot, stars swimming in my eyesight. I'm still riding the high as he re-enters me, fucking me into oblivion until he too finally comes undone.

The flow of power from the bite shoots through me, and I feel Aida grow, the power of an Alpha surging through the two of us. He collapses beside me, pointing at his pectoral where my little love bites scatter his skin.

"Your turn princess." Ok this is where the real acting comes in.

"Erm... I..." I think to how he will feel after tomorrow morning, and my cheeks redden of their own accord.

"Please?"

"I don't..." Cue the waterworks and he's immediately in front of me, eyes filled with concern.

"Oh, it's ok, it's ok baby. You don't have to. You and me? We have all the time in the world. And when you finally bite me, finally make this bond whole? It's going to be as if no one else exists. Just the two of us, in our perfect little bubble." He seems serene as he lays beside me, eyes surveying my body.

"Just the two of us..." His fingers ghost over his mark. "And our perfect little pups."