USELESS?

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"Hey, Useless, get your ass over here" my soon-to-be mate called from the middle of the bed.

I cringed, studying the man I've known my whole life, wondering how I ended up here. He's supposed to be my mate, my other half. He's really good-looking, stands 6 feet 3 inches tall, has dark brown hair and hazel eyes. All the girls and half the Omegas would do just about anything to trade places with me right now, and I wish they could. Everyone has told me that he's my true mate, but I feel nothing for him. They all say that when you're with your mate, it's like magic, and you feel complete. Dale just scares me. It's our mating night, the first full moon after my 18th birthday, and I'm terrified to join him.

I'm a werewolf. I guess my name is Useless-that's all my pack and mate ever call me, probably because I've never shifted. Most shift for the first time when they hit puberty, around 13, but I didn't. Here I am, 18 years old, and my wolf still hasn't come to me. I wish I knew why.

My mate, Dale, is 21, and a pack warrior. He's known I was his mate since he was 18. I've been under his protection for these last three years, as he has courted me, waiting for me to turn 18. Same sex mating isn't that unusual among werewolves. Some packs don't like it, and kick the couples out, but most see it as the Goddess' will, and welcome all pairings. I always knew my mate would be a male, but I didn't feel the pull towards Dale that should have come when I turned 18.

Maybe I'm defective without my wolf, as well as useless. Maybe they're lying to me, and I'm not a were. My pack is...different. If a mate is found among humans, they're kidnapped and held until the mating ceremony and marking, then basically held hostage by their mate. But I've been with this pack my whole life, and human mates are at least teenagers when they're brought in.

'Should I run?' I ask myself, cowering by the door. But no, the entire pack is outside the door. They brought me in here, and won't let either of us leave. Besides, even if they weren't there, Dale is so much bigger than I am. If I ran, he'd catch me before I even got to to the door.

Dale throws back the covers of the bed, and pats the space beside himself impatiently. He's tired of waiting for me, I guess. "Dale, please, can we wait? I'm not really ready yet."

"You're an idiot. You know pack law." He says

"Yes, Dale" I mumble quietly

"Recite it. You need a reminder" Dale orders

I reluctantly speak aloud the words that have sealed my fate. "A mated pair must complete mating no later than the first full moon after meeting, or if known to one another, the first full moon after the younger partner turns 18."

"Good boy." Dale laughs, "Now, don't make me repeat myself."

I reluctantly make my way to the bed. They already stripped me to my boxers before shoving me in this room with Dale, which means he has less time to wait. I slowly climb onto the bed, and lie down beside my mate.

Dale begins running his hands over my body, twisting my nipples between his fingers roughly. I whimper in pain, but he ignores it. I feel his member growing as he rubs it against mine. My body betrays me, as the friction he is creating causes my cock to slowly harden.

Dale sees my boxers tenting, and smirks. "Take them off," he orders.

Hands trembling, I reluctantly grasp the waistband of my boxers and slowly slide them down my legs to my feet. Dale's eyes narrow as he runs them up and down my naked form. He reaches down, and roughly grabs my member in his hand, pumping until I'm fully hard, before exploring downward towards my entrance.

When I try to push him away, he frowns, and stops. I'm relieved as I watch him roll across the bed away from me, until he opens a drawer on the nightstand and removes rope and a bottle of lubricant.

He rolls back towards me, setting the bottle between us before he grabs my hands and pulls them over my head. He ties my wrists with the rope, then ties my hands to the headboard, leaving me defenseless. I try to cross my legs, but Dale simply pulls them apart and lays between them.

As I struggle, Dale grabs the bottle of lube, pouring it on his fingers, and returns his fingers to my entrance. I scream as the first one is shoved into me. He quickly adds a second, then a third, and starts moving his fingers in and out of my hole, pressing against my walls as if seeking something. Suddenly, electricity shoots through me, and my back arches off the bed.

Dale smirks again, and moves up my body. He slides up between my legs before pouring more lube in his hand and applying it to his member. He grabs my legs by the knees and pulls them up and apart as he positions himself at my entrance. He roughly shoves himself inside me with no warning, and I scream again.

Dale pistons in and out of me as tears stream down my face. I close my eyes, wishing I was anywhere but here. As he hits my prostate, my body betrays me, my cock growing painfully hard and weeping pre-cum.

As his rhythm gets rough and sloppy, I look up at Dale, to see his canines descend in preparation for marking me. He leans down, licking the spot where his mark will go. As I feel him empty himself inside me, he bites me, making me cum as well.

As he pulls out of me with a satisfied grunt, he tells me "You may be useless, but you're MINE now, and forever." And all I can think is that forever is a really long time.