Author's Note: If this title and story sounds familiar in anyway, it might be. If you have read stories on AnyStories or ReadInk, then you may have read this before. I started as a writer on Wattpad. I tried branching out to other apps to get my stories out there to readers of other writing platforms. That is when I published this story to AnyStories and ReadInk..and what I have learned is that it's just easier to stay with Wattpad. For readers, there are dozens of apps for you to read stories through...for writer's, this is the only user friendly platform I have been able to find. AnyStories and ReadInk has been too much of a headache and struggle to use, that I've decided to stop writing on there, and bring my story over to here. As for story updates, it is my intention to keep up with publishing 2 chapters a week: Tuesdays & Fridays. If I ever miss an update, I will try to limit it to rare ocassions like vacation or busy holiday rushes at work. End note.
The harsh light of the morning sun broke through the thin sheer curtains and the backside of my eyelids. I rubbed the heel of my palm against my eyes, willing the sleep away so I could see where exactly I woke. A thangle of limbs and warmth pressed against my torso and the memories of last night's activitie's flooded back. I cracked one eye open to find the head of a petite blonde nestled just below my breasts.
I guess you chould say my ideals are not the same as most. I am a virgin-vaginally at least- and as long as I can help it, I plan to stay a virgin until the day I meet my Mate. There is only one person that I wish to bare pups- if that day were to come; and that is with my Mate. Whether it be Destined or even a Chosen Mate-but ONLY with my Mate. I am also an adult woman with needs, so until I meet my Mate, I use the comfort of other women to fill them in the mean time. Now, before you judge me a tramp or harlot, all she-wolves know the lack of restraint our men have. So, why should I expect to stay chaste and not fill my needs when my own Mate will have indulged his carnal desires in any she-wolf that will spread her legs for him?
If it wasn't for these damn laws of the Shifters, I might have considered spreading my own legs and sate my sexual desires with a meaty cock; but the chance of pregnancy is too riskey to fornicate with anyone other than my Mate. Having a pup in me would be equivalent to strapping a sign on my head announcing to the world, "I am fertile!". In this day and age, no wolf other than my Mate would be willing to protet me frmo other wolves once what I am is known.
No, you may wonder, why would fertility be a problem? Or, how do "damn Shifter laws" prevent you from fornicating wth the opposite sex? 22 years ago, a pandemic swept the country, infecting all werewolves across the nation. All she-wolves fell ill. 20% of our population never recovered and died just from the illness alone. Those fortunate enough tosurvive soon realized that the damage done to their bodies was worse than they could ever imagine. She-wolves across the globe ceased having menstrual cycles-yet none fo them were pregnant...just baren. The only she-wolves that did not share this fate were the fetuses protected by their mother's womb when the virus hit; but, the world would not realize our saving grace for years to come.
It was the decline of the werewolf ppulation (and a fertile she-wolf becoming as rare as unicorns) that has turned the present into what it is today. The Elders passed Shifter Laws that made the use of contraception illegal. It states that "All Wolf Life is previous. Any action that would deny bringing forth the life of our offspring is FORBIDEN." And so, the wealthiest of us hidden amongst human society joined forces to buy out all forms of pharmaceuticals across the nation. With their own monopoly on our medication, they watched us-monitored us-for any she-wolf that dared to buy birth control. They kept their trciks a secret before we got smart to what they had done. It was like a sprinkle on a map across the country, the first of the fertile she-wolves in every state to fall into their trap never made it home; swept up and taken away to God knows where, never to see their loved ones again.
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A Dying Legacy
Fantasia22 years ago, when Caterina was nothing more than a grapefruit sized fetus, a pandemic turned the world werewolves had known upside down. She-woves across the globe fell sick to this virus. Unfortunately, not all she-wolves survived. And, as the bi...
