Wicked Cravings

2.A few years later...💫

Year: 2006

Octavia arrived back home, the only home she had ever known. At nineteen years old, she was graduating high school with honors. But instead of planning for college and leaving home, and going to parties like her peers, her life had been violently thrust into a world most wouldn't believe existed.

The world of wolves, werewolves to be exact. Her mission was to rid the world of that wretched species. She didn't discriminate; whether male or female, once it was a werewolf, it was as good as dead.

Her skills had improved significantly since her first kill, and she was itching for a repeat performance. Their species would pay for what had been done to her grandmother, and only their blood would serve as tribute.

Octavia thought back to the male wolf she had just killed. She had tortured information from him, gaining an understanding of the basic hierarchy of their social system.

At the top was what they called an alpha, their leader and the hardest to kill. Beneath him was the beta, also skilled and trained like the alpha, but slightly less strong.

Below the beta was the gamma, strong and skilled in warfare. Beneath them were the warriors, the healers, teens, pre-teens, children, and finally the omegas.

The omegas were the weakest link in a pack, and that was where she would start. She wasn't a fool. She began to pick off omegas one by one, making their deaths look like accidents: a drowning here, a fall off a cliff there. The pack, which she later found out was named The Royal Pack (how original, she thought sarcastically).

But that didn't matter; all that mattered was that their blood would stain the ground. She lit a fire as autumn had arrived, bringing a chill to the air.

She found relaxation in being home. The images of her grandmother's death played like a symphony throughout the house.

"I miss you, Grandma, but know that your death wasn't in vain," Octavia said as she sat down on the couch. The place was unchanged, and even after a year, it still carried her scent. She missed her grandmother so much as she wrapped her grandmother's blanket around herself for warmth.

Years had passed, but it felt as if it had just happened yesterday. And only one thing occupied her mind: vengeance.

"Alpha Atlas, this is getting out of hand."

Beta Riggs said the moment he stepped into Atlas's room without knocking. Atlas was currently deep inside one of the females in his pack. Her name was Emily, no, April, or was it May?

But that was a moot point; all that mattered was him finishing inside her. Atlas ignored his beta and continued hammering into her pussy.

He held onto her shoulder, preventing her from moving an inch as he continued to impale her on his shaft. She cried out his name. Atlas couldn't bother to stop to decipher if it was in pleasure or pain.

"More..."

He heard her moan, and Atlas realized he was doing his job properly. She still had the energy to speak; that just wouldn't do. He rammed his cock into her pussy, and all she could do was brace herself for his onslaught.

Her fingers dug into his headboard as the space between the bedhead and the wall banged against each other, leaving no doubt in anyone's mind about the activities taking place in that room.

"Are you sure you can handle this cock?"

Atlas teased as he gathered her blonde hair in his hands and guided her to a kneeling position.

"Yes, Alpha, give it all to me," May, no, it was April, said as Atlas aligned his dick with her pussy. He heard her breath hitch in her throat. He gave her every side of him. He had never known a female to leave his bed unsatisfied.