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  Paris sighed softly as the lights went green again. “So Booker got me out of there. He said I wouldn’t do myself any favors in impressing you if I ripped Conall’s smug head off when you two re-emerged for air. If you re-emerged. Lucky for me, you did.”

  I sank back into my seat, stunned by this news. After all, it was not long after this that I finally broke up with Conall. All that animosity before we even started dating.

  Guess it’s a sense of possession some werewolves get. That alphas get.

  “Huh.” I replied. “Can’t believe I’m only just now, hearing this.” Paris shrugged as we started to crawl through a block of traffic.

  “Didn’t think about it I guess, until now, because of the scent of him on you and that same feeling.” Of course this made me need to suddenly come clean on what happened the other night with Conall. I didn’t want wrong impressions.

  “About the other night, with his scent on my clothes, when I came to see you at Crescent; It’s not what it looks like or smells like.” I started ready to fully explain what an arrogant pain in the butt Conall had tried to be, a few nights earlier, when I’d returned to Brooklyn.

  Paris kept looking straight out ahead at the crawling traffic as he said “I know. I trust you. I just don’t trust him.”

  “I get that.”

  Paris looked over at me as the car came to a stop in traffic. “If he touches you again, hell if he even looks at you again, I’m not going to be as in control as I was tonight.” That was angry Paris back there, I mean, he just snapped with no warning. And that was control? I looked at the cars in front of us, moving more freely again. How much control does this Alpha exert around me exactly, all the time?

  “I just won’t share you.”

  “You don’t have to.” I replied twisting in my seat to face him. “Because I’m yours. Your wolf.” It felt good to say the words. It felt like belonging. I like that feeling. When it’s right, it’s just so completely right. I’ve only had that feeling two times in my fairly limited love life. And only once with one of the two male wolves who tend to dominate my life. And it wasn’t with Conall. Never with Conall.

  The other time, was the first time I’d been with another wolf, when I felt that way. That’s why I can’t tell Paris who I gave up my virginity to. He doesn’t need to hear that, like ever. What purpose would it serve? What good would it do? None.

  I don’t wish him harm or ill will, so I refuse to tell him. He won’t take it well, at all, as much as he claims he will. Paris nodded and changed gears as we accelerated off down the road again. “But you still haven’t answered the question.”

  I looked at him frowning. “Don’t think you can loose me that easy.” He replied with a half smile, changing gears again. “Who was your first lover, guy you were with?”

  “You know what? I’m just not answering that question.” I replied watching the cityscape move past us.

  “Why? Do I know him?” Paris asked frowning, clearly trying to figure out who we could have both known when I was still a high school virgin, years ago. “Was it a stranger? A human? ”

  “Pack.” I replied casually, really hoping he wouldn’t push the topic any further. My dating history with humans is limited and has always ended poorly. Dating at the best of times is hard, try being a werewolf and figuring it all out, when you’re involved with a human. It’s just easier (slightly) if a werewolf dates a werewolf. At least that’s what I’ve found. There’s no lame excuses for avoiding your boyfriend for one week a month to go full furry and have an enormous appetite for steaks.

  There’s no need for the lies, if you date a werewolf, but there is if you date a human.

  The Breukelen pack is the third largest pack in New York, possibly in the whole of the United States.

  I’m not really up to date on pack numbers around the country. But there is enough pack, my age, to keep Paris guessing for quite awhile. Especially since he really doesn’t know anyone in my pack, or associates from my pack that I used to hang out with back in my high school days.

  “So you’re really not going to tell me?” He asks, with one last final ditch effort.

  “I’m really not.” We turned onto his street. He glanced at me and smiled slowly.

  “Okay, I can respect that.” We slowed down as we neared his place.

  “Doesn’t mean you won’t keep trying to find out though, does it?” I replied smiling back at him and shaking my head.

  “Nope, it doesn’t. Hey, I’m an alpha. We don’t do things by halves.” Paris joked lightly.

  “Good, ‘cause I have been wiggling in my seat, dying for you to park this beast and get us home so I can shut you up in the most delightful way possible.”

  “Oh now you’ve got to respect that. That restraint, control, attitude,”

  I laughed at him.

  “And desire to do only what’s right for me and..” I slapped his arm playfully as we both laughed and he started to park the car. Glad he could see the funny side in our conversation. Paris killed the car engine with a flick of his keys.

  I doubt as an alpha werewolf male, as proud as he himself is, would respect me if he found out I had given my virginity to a lycan. Or still have such high respect for his long strong standing friendship with his friend, Booker Parish.

  Related Reading:

  Beasts of Burden

  Nature of the Beast

  References made to:

  Hotel Le Bleu can be found on “Lead You Astray”

  “the other night” can be found on Blog posts:

  “Back in Brooklyn”

  “The Night is Young”

  “Shadows and Darkness: Werewolves in Love”

  “Train Wreck”

  Other novels by this author available on Smashwords:

  Werewolf storm – coming in 2013

  I guess you could say I was having the day from hell.

  Well, it didn’t exactly start out that way, and I may have caused a little of the trouble myself, when I managed to ditch the protective detail of werewolf bodyguards who were assigned to me. But beyond that, the rest of my day, was well and truly outside of my control. Which was a bit like my life as a Breukelen pack werewolf.

  Meeting shape shifting doctor, Megan Marisini from the Neiwe Teme Pack in New Jersey, New York, kind of blew my mind well and truly open. Nothing like discovery you’re not who you thought you were for your whole life, to change your day. That and say a super storm. I didn’t know about the warnings and couldn’t evacuate in time to before the storm hit and tilted my world on an axis I never saw coming.

  Alpha

  Bodil Sommers has never been one for attention, but as the lunar week approaches and the moon rises high in the night sky, she’s going to get a lot of it, from various werewolf males. Doesn’t help if you’re the leading pack alpha’s daughter and every werewolf in the tri-state area wants a piece of you. And not necessarily in a good way.

  Two of the males pursuing her are from her own pack and proving more than a enough to keep up with. Nick Olsen an alpha and Boden Jennings a beta werewolf who are always fighting one another. They’re supposed to be the better option, than giving herself over to another pack’s alpha male or having to win her right to date, through dominance fighting.

  But Bodil finds her paws full when neither male will back down and she can’t figure out what she wants, let alone who she wants, as well as having to stop an impending turf war with another werewolf pack, all before full moon. Who new dating was so complicated?

  New York, leave it to the wolves.

  Beasts of Burden

  A Side Show Story related to the full length novel The Nature of the Beast

  Bg Sommers is in Seattle to catch up with her good friend, and fellow beta werewolf, Sonny Charleston. As usual, a night out on the town wouldn’t be a night out if trouble didn’t follow them and bring Bg more attention than she can handle. When the dangerous looking alpha werewolf, Paris D’arenberg sets his sights on her.

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nbsp; Bg’s heart knows it’s in trouble, even before the end of the night. As thoughts of her relationship with her pack mate Conall Wakely back home fade, she realizes her heart is willing to be taken and not by just anyone.

  Returning home to Brooklyn after her mind opening weekend away, Bg comes face to face with all aspects and werewolves, of her love life. In order for her to find true happiness, she has to make some personal decisions about it and risk herself in the process.

  Is she a fearlessness werewolf to truly try and unburden the beast that is her werewolf heart? Conflicted she must conquer what her heart truly desires and understand that it is okay to seek love and to love fully.

  Wild Life

  Addison Harrington is used to leading a pretty wild life. After all, you don’t get to be a werewolf and be normal, as such. As an alpha werewolf and second in command of the Manhattan Maen werewolf pack, he’s very much used to living the werewolf way of life. He’s up to his neck in werewolves, daily, nightly and at all times.

  So when he finds himself face to face with Cassidy Owens, a non-werewolf female at a pack party, he becomes a little intrigued in the human species. Even if he is somewhat unsure of what to do, other than have some fun. But can he have fun with a human woman? His version of fun? After all, Addison’s never been one for human companions, or relations as such.

  As the lunar week approaches, Addison finds himself drawn to Cassidy. But his werewolf lifestyle could spell trouble, for the both of them. Before Addison can figure out how to break it off with Cassidy, she is dragged, kicking and screaming into the werewolf world at large. Addison finds he must save Cassidy as much as he must save himself by confronting his own feelings for a human. Feelings he thought he’d never have.

  Bleeding Hearts

  Not all Werewolf packs are equal, and not all werewolves are equal either. Doll and Jeremy are 'strays', werewolves without a pack. They witnessed the decimation of their pack by a pack of Alpha werewolves. After escaping their imprisonment, they find themselves far away on the other side of the country, the shores of the Pacific, amongst the Seattle Alki Pack.

  Can these two young strays overcome their fears of alpha wolves to forge a new life with new pack-mates?

  And when an old enemy reappears to claim them, will the trust in their new pack be stronger than their need to flee? Will the Seattle Alki help them fight for their very lives? Or leave them broken hearted, bloodied and torn apart, for the wolves?

  Werewolf Bites

  A short story collection of Werewolf erotica from various pack wolves:

  Doll and Luke are werewolves from the Seattle Alki who have try to sort out some relationship issues, through a bit of sexual game role playing.

  Lycan Booker Parish wants his human girlfriend, Torrens Vez over his knee to discipline her for wearing such a taunting mini skirt to work.

  Bodil Sommers finds gift giving, after a shopping spree to her pack mates, highly pleasurable.

  Jules Teehlan is an alpha werewolf from the Manhattan Maen and more than happy to do his bit for his pack when he is invited to a party where sex is played with power.

  Addison Harrington finds his hands, mouth and body full when he attends a party of power and privilege on pack business.

  Lunar Night Stand

  A Side Show Story related to the full length novel The Pack.

  Gabby Colton is cool, calm and very collected, most of the time, she has to be, she’s an alpha werewolf from the Manhattan Maen werewolf pack. Which means living by expectations and pack rules and standards. But having Conall Wakely turn up unexpectedly on her doorstep during a lunar week, throws the alpha female. But then Gabby sees an opportunity worth taking.

  There is history between Conall and Gabby and it isn’t at all good. So what good could come from these two meeting up without anyone to pull them apart? Then again, Conall Wakely’s never been a model good guy. So why not indulge in his bad boy behavior? Besides, what’s the worst an alpha female werewolf could possibly do to him, other than break his balls?

  This is what happens when young Breukelen beta werewolf, Conall Wakely decides to pay a house visit to Manhattan Maen’s fiercest alpha female, Gabby Colton.

  The Pack

  On an irregular lunar week in Manhattan New York, odd things are happening. The Werewolves of New York City are acting up. And it seems everyone is affected, even Manhattan Maen pack leader, Paris D'arenberg.

  But does Paris see the chaos around him or is he used to it? His pack mate Bg tries to warn him that something is coming. But what would be brave enough to come for an alpha werewolf? Especially a pack leader like Paris. Or is Paris not the real target of these strange events? As the lunar week unfolds, Bg and the Manhattan Maen werewolf pack will have to face something unexpected and unprecedented happening to them.

  Which will require making the hardest decision of Bg's life. How can her love for Paris survive, if he doesn't?

  Revenge

  What happens to a werewolf on a lunar eclipse? Well, one werewolf in particular. The follow on from Reasons. Gabby and Bg sort out a few differences between them.

  Reasons

  Everything happens for a reason, right? And everybody's got their reasons for doing what they do, right? So explain to me, Breukelen Girl, why an Alpha female werewolf hates my guts enough to try and kill me.

  This is the story of what happens when two female werewolves, one Alpha - and one Beta - from differing packs, do not get along and animosity grows into hatred and hatred becomes, an action that in unavoidable. For either werewolf.

  Lycan La Vida Loca

  My love life is complicated. Because I'm a werewolf. I think it's always been complicated. In part due to my first serious romance. Because he's my alpha pack mate's friend. My pack mate doesn’t know this. To make matters trickier, my first true love is a lycan. Werewolves look down on lycans. So how would my pack mate look at me, if he knew I'd given my virginity to a lycan?

  Werewolves do not like to think of lycans as equals to them. So to fall in love with a lycan would be considered bad for a werewolf like Breukelen Girl. But to fall in love and then make love to a lycan, would be considered the worst thing a werewolf could do.

  Especially for a werewolf like Breukelen Girl, from the leading pack family in Brooklyn, New York.

  Of Wolf and Male

  My love life is complicated. Because I’m a Werewolf. I broke up with my boyfriend, he’s from the same pack as me. He doesn’t appreciate me going out with an Alpha male from another New York Pack. Males, wolves, I swear they’re all the same. They just want to claim something as they’re own. Namely me.

  Two male werewolves, one beta, one alpha and one female. An ex boyfriend, a new boyfriend, two different packs. Somehow all the trouble that involves the female wolf at the center of their interest, comes down to who slept with her first. Who she has given her virginity to.

  It'd shock both male wolves if they found out it was neither one of them.

  Perception

  At the age of fourteen I was attacked by a pack of wild wolves, at the age of fifteen I found out there were wolves attacking humans in my home town of Brooklyn. This was the beginning of my relationship with Booker Parish. A lycan. A big no-no in the werewolf world.

  One I couldn't resist.

  Growing up Werewolf

  I was fourteen years old once. I was a naive pup. Waiting for my shape shift to happen for the first time. The thing with a first time is it’s always the time you remember. The one that you carry with you always in the back of your mind. You think you know what to expect, but you never do. Especially if you don’t see it coming and it’s nothing like you imagined. Nothing you’ve been told before. It can’t be undone once it’s done.

  Once you become a werewolf.

  Lunar Nights