I never thought that my father would die. On the night when I came of age, my father was killed by rogues.
When I hurried home, I only saw my father's cold body. The warriors on patrol said that they smelled a strange scent at the place where my father's body was found. Therefore, they concluded that my father died at the hands of rogues.
At that time, I was young, and immersed in sadness, and I believed in what those people said.
After my father died, I had to shoulder the future of the whole pack and take responsibility for my people. When I really became the leader of the pack, I found that it was so tiring to become an alpha.
Under the protection of my father, I had always lived a carefree life, and I was not clear about the affairs of the pack. Now I had taken over many things at once, and I didn't know how to deal with them.
At that time, both Beta Otto and I just came of age and had no experience. After half a year, when I really had a general understanding of the situation in the pack, I found that Kincaid was more prestigious than I was. Many warriors believed Kincaid and obeyed his orders. Most of my rights had been denied.
Kincaid was kind on the surface and respected me very much, but he put every obstacle in my way secretly. I swallowed my grievances in silence.
What was more terrible was that I found something strange about my father's death, but it had been half a year and many traces had been erased. It was very difficult to investigate.
But all kinds of clues showed that Kincaid was the most suspect. Because he was the biggest beneficiary of my father's death.
What I didn't understand was that Kincaid already had such great power, and even if my father died, he could not have the chance to become Alpha of our pack. Then why did he kill my father?
Later, as my investigation deepened, I found that my father had been investigating Aesop's death. Was my father suspecting Aesop's death? Or did he find something so that he was killed?
But an accident forced me to stop the investigation on the surface. I was attacked on my way back from the nightclub. It seemed that someone sensed that I was investigating the cause of my father's death. During that time, I encountered numerous dangers. Although the final investigation said they were accidents, I knew they were all man-made.
Those man-made accidents, though not fatal, had made me suffer. I knew it was a warning from the murderer behind the scenes. That was telling me that if I kept investigating this matter, I would be killed like my father.
At that time, I was always afraid that I would bring danger to Tracy, so I seldom went home. Whenever I felt that I couldn't stand it, I would sneak home. I would feel much better if I looked at her peaceful sleeping face.
I couldn't let others know that I cared about her, otherwise the murderer would use her to threaten me, then she would be in danger. Therefore, I became more and more indifferent to her on the surface. Seeing her more and more afraid of me, my heart ached.
I pretended to be afraid and give up the investigation of my father's death and stayed in the nightclub every day. I had been secretly developing my power.
The murderer seemed to have believed that I would do the decent thing, and those man-made accidents were finally gone. Then I found that no matter where I went, someone asked me whether I had found my mate intentionally or unintentionally. I knew that I must not let others know who my mate was.
I knew that he would not easily believe what I said, so I often went to nightclubs to hunt for women and often had sex with different women. Everyone in the pack knew that I was a lecher. Even Tracy, who didn't go out often, knew that I had many lovers. She often looked at me with disdain and disgust secretly.
Since I pretended to be a lecher, I didn't have to sneak home anymore.
When other women swallowed my dick and drank my cum, I would imagine that Tracy was the one who was giving me oral sex now. When I fucked other women hard, I would imagine that it was Tracy who was moaning.
No matter how late, I went home every day. Making love with different women was like drinking poison to quench my thirst for me. I knew that only by making love with my partner, and marking her, could I get real satisfaction. My wolf growled in pain every day. Every night, I would quietly come to her room, smell her scent, and imagine that one day I could mark her and make her my Luna.
The floor where Tracy lived had no bathroom, so she had to come to the second floor to share the bathroom with me. Every day after she took a bath, I went into the bathroom. I smelt the scent left by her in the bathroom and imagined her naked in the bathtub.
I imagined that she used her hands to stroke my dick. I was licking her pussy. The tension was building up. It wouldn't be long until she climaxed for the first time. Once she climaxed, I would push my dick into her pussy. Then I would fuck her harder and rougher and cum inside her hole. When I thought that the cum was dripping slowly and heavily from her hole, I would have an erection again.
Six months ago, Vicky, Kincaid's daughter, pursued me, and I agreed to date her. She became one of my lovers. Later, I found that she was very stupid, just a love-struck woman. I pretended to love her and got Kincaid's information from her.
Vicky pestered me to come to my house today. I was afraid that too much refusal would arouse her suspicion, so I agreed. But what I didn't expect was that Tracy would see me having sex with Vicky.
When I saw Tracy, my brain went blank.
I was worried that Vicky would embarrass Tracy, so I asked Tracy to cook in the kitchen. Unexpectedly, Vicky treated Tracy like a maid. I couldn't stand it, so I asked her to leave. I knew Vicky would not leave as long as I was at home, so I got up and went out.
I was upset and planned to have a drink in Night's Café. But in the toilet compartment of the nightclub, I saw Harrison covered in blood. I recognized him at a glance. After all, he was the notorious leader of rogues. Why did he appear here? What did he want to do?When he saw me, he did not escape, but walked towards me with a smile. Although he was covered with blood, he still looked calm and calm. Indeed, as the rumors said, he was a complete madman and a dangerous person.He came up to me and stopped. I was tense and ready to fight at any time.What surprised me more was that he asked me for help. I was stunned. I couldn’t believe what he said.He told me that he was being chased by Kincaid. His deputy, Grover, betrayed him and worked with Kincaid to kill him.He said he was hiding here just to wait for me. He bore the suspicion of killing my father, but he came to me. I didn't understand why Harrison was so bold. Even though Kincaid and I were enemies, it did not mean that I woul
Tracy’s POVI held my breath and stood outside the window, shivering. If they found me, I would be dead meat. Even if I was not killed, I might become their sex slave just like Vicky.I thought of a terrible thing. Were those missing girls also captured by them as sex slaves? Were they tortured like this? And what role did my brother play in this? He was the alpha in our bag, and our father died at the hands of rogues. Did he forget the blood feud between us and rogues? How could he collude with rogues?When did he get in touch with these rogues? Why did he do that? How could he use the girls of our pack to trade with those rogues!I quietly watched what happened inside, trying not to make a sound. I wanted to leave, but I couldn't move. Although I thought the gang rape inside was cruel, I couldn't take my eyes off the people inside.After a while, most of these men went to the sofa next to rest. Only one man was still playing with Vicky.That man went up and said a few words to Osbor
This was ridiculous! My brother, Osborn, was my mate. The only person I feared most was my mate. When I was a child, when I was in despair, I dreamed that I would find a mate to take me out of my pack in the future. Later, as I grew older, I was rarely allowed to go out of our house. I gradually gave up the idea of looking for a mate. I thought that I would never find a mate in my life, and I would be tortured by the heat every month until I dead.No wonder wetness pooled between my legs when I saw my brother having sex with Vicky. It was not because I was dissolute, but because my wolf smelled the scent of my mate. I went into heat when my mate was fucking another woman.Everyone knew that My brother, Osborn, had many lovers. His lovers talked about how big his dick was and how good his skills in bed in public. It was known that he was lecherous.I didn't expect such a terrible man to be my mate. Besides, he was my brother. I couldn't accept sleeping with my own brother. That was com
I went into heat! I felt I was burning. So hot! I took off my wet dress and moved my hand on my boobs and squeezed it. I imagined that my mate was squeezing my boobs now and I moaned loudly.Then I took off my bra slowly. I moved my fingers on my erect nipples and pinched them. But it couldn’t satisfy me.Then I took off my underpants and moved my finger to my wet pussy touching slowly from above my G-string carefully. I did it carefully because I didn’t want to lose my virginity. I moaned his name.Very soon, I had an orgasm. I just breathed a sigh of relief, but another wave of heat rose again in my body. I know that an orgasm couldn't satisfy me. This was the torture of the estrus. During this period, I smelled the scent of my mate, but I didn't have sex with him or be marked by him. It made me feel worse.I gritted my teeth and prepared to jump into the lake again. But when I looked up, I saw a familiar man standing under the tree not far away and looking at me quietly.I froze in
Osborn’s POVIn fact, I knew Tracy was back as soon as she got home, because I clearly smelled a sweet and sour scent which seemed to remind me of orange. I loved oranges. That was the scent my mate had.I was relieved to find Tracy was not at home when I brought Harrison and his men back. I didn't expect Tracy to come back at this time.I was extremely worried. Although Harrison and I had reached an agreement, these rogues were very cruel. They might eat their words and became my enemies at any time.I knew that cooperating with them was like asking a tiger for its skin. But now the situation in the pack was very critical. I had to cooperate with them. I wanted them to make trouble to hold Kincaid back and buy me more time. I couldn't ensure that I could get out of it unharmed. I was not sure I could protect Tracy in front of them. Therefore, I didn't want them to see Tracy. I just hoped Tracy could leave soon.Listening to Vicky's moans in the living room and looking at the scene of
I felt my eyes widening when I took in the state of her wolf in front of me, my heart aching out for her. This was the first time I had seen her in the wolf form. She was a pure white female wolf. In the moonlight, her white figure seemed to sparkle. But her fur was thin and matted, her wolf incrementally small and fragile and she looked like she had been starved for months.She was obviously unhealthy.Even so, when my wolf saw her, he couldn't help roaring inside me. He was excited. He couldn't wait to jump out of me. He wanted to comfort his mate who was in a panic at the moment, and mark her.But I couldn't help feeling sad. I asked her to stay at home and prohibited her from going out just to protect her. I had never maltreated her. Why was her health so bad?Recovering from the sadness, I saw that she had run far away. I suddenly smelled a faint smell of blood. Tracy was bleeding. Her physical condition was so poor. Frequent form shiftis wpild cause great harm to her body. She m
Seeing Calvin's attitude, I calmed down a little. Although I knew Tracy's wound was not fatal, she looked so weak that I couldn't help worrying.Calvin squatted down in front of me to diagnose Tracy. After examining Tracy, he said seriously, "Her trauma is not serious. It's just that her body is too weak, and it takes a lot of energy to shift into a wolf. Her body can't bear it, so her limbs bleed. What's more terrible is that she is in a state of depression for a long time, so her body is so weak. It will take a long time for her to recuperate, and she must keep a good mood."After listening to Calvin, I nodded.Calvin suddenly looked at me coldly and asked, "She's your mate, right?"Seeing that I didn't deny it, he became more angry, and then said, "I don't know what happened between you two. But as an Alpha, don't you know that abusing your mate is frowned upon by all werewolves? Even rogues, who are morally corrupt, won't do such a thing. I didn't expect you to be such a person! I
Patrick said coldly, "He won’t believe that."I laughed, "Whether Kincaid believes it or not, at least he can't turn against me because of this. Maybe this matter will cause a rift in his cooperation with Gover, and I can also take the opportunity to know some clues about those missing girls. "Speaking of those missing girls, I was worried and the smile on my face faded. I was not a competent Alpha. I didn't protect my people well. Now I didn't know where they were suffering. I just hoped that Vicky's disappearance could make Kincaid panic, so that I could get some clues about those missing girls and rescue them as soon as possible.Everyone was silent. Calvin coughed and changed the topic, "What about your mate? As you said, your pack is not peaceful. She needs to be taken care of. She needs to recover slowly in a more stable and peaceful environment."Patrick said, “Or let her stay in our pack!”The people Patrick brought this time were all his trusted subordinates, and I had noth