Chains of the Crescent Moon

Ch. 11: Forged in Silence

Over the next few months, I trained harder than ever. No pack member spoke to me, even my own family. Well, April would wave at me. Alpha told me never to call him Dad again, and he even said that until I could stop disappointing him, I would live in the basement. 

Even Eden turned on me. He keeps calling me a faggot and tells me I should just off-myself. His lackeys are even worse. But at least I can stop letting it bother me.

I guess one good thing about this is that I stopped being a weakling and am fine on my own when jumped by the pack members. Well, Eden and his new friends are the ones that jump me. 

Bad news: I keep getting in trouble for defending myself and inflicting injuries on pack members. Alpha told me I deserved the beatings. There is nothing a worthless wolfkin like me deserves more than to be broken. Maybe if I try harder, he will tell me I can learn from him and get ready to take the Alpha title when I turn 17. Orion's absence has left him without an heir. I haven't heard back from Justin, even tried to find him at the Pack Coalition meetings each Sunday. I can see him, but as soon as I get close enough to talk to him, he starts talking to someone else and walks away with them.

I guess I wasn't good enough for him. Maybe I should write a letter to him. Even my sisters ignore me, but when I ask for something, they seem to help me get it done or give it to me, but it is always as if they were not even conscious that they did it. I hope Orion is okay.

The good news is that the holiday festivities for Christmas celebrations are almost upon us. This means I get to play in the snow—finally, an activity that doesn't require others. Maybe I can get some new training stuff for Christmas or the Winter Solstice.

Okay, it was stupid to think I would get anything. The season came and went, and nothing was given or said to me. Alpha did look at me once and nodded at my training. Maybe I'm doing good.

Nope, I guess that was wrong. As soon as I returned to my basement room, you know, that one with chains, I found a new training regimen. This one looks even harder than Orion used to do. I guess I'm at least proving that I'm strong enough.

I'll strive to work harder to prove to them that I'm not some weakling they must watch out for.

It's been a week since I got the new training regime, and it's finally New Year's Eve. All the coalition packs are getting together to celebrate. I dressed up in black slacks, a white button-up dress shirt, and a black tie to match, and I double-checked my hair and outfit in the full-length mirror.

"Edward, if you are not out here in five minutes, we will leave without, and you will have to get there yourself." I hear my mom's voice echo in the halls. 

"Coming." I quickly grab my belt and shoes, throwing on socks before leaving my room, putting on my belt, stepping into my shoes, and following them out the front door.

The trip to the Co-Pack Building wasn't bad. It was just silence. All the adults packed into the back hall, leaving all the pack members under 17 to go to the main hall for the celebration. 

I just leaned back and became a wallflower as I watched my siblings dance and made sure nothing happened to them. As the clock is just a minute away from striking midnight and announcing the new year, a familiar hand grabs mine and pulls me out of the hall and into one of the classrooms near the entrance. 

I feel my back pressed to the wall as the door is kicked back. I hear everyone yell "Happy New Year" as his lips press against mine. His teeth nip at my bottom lip, asking for entry into my mouth. I let out a moan as his teeth grazed my lip before his tongue battled against mine. 

Justin's body pushed against me while his hands unbuttoned my shirt and started rubbing against my body. I flip us around on the wall, and my hands reach into his shirt and start to undo his pants. I nip his lips and start leaving kisses and licks across his jawline, down his neck, and playfully nip at his scent gland, where one day my mark might go.

He moans as my hand wraps around his member. I take that opportunity to push my tongue in his mouth and battle for dominance. We kiss as I slowly stroke him and only stop when we have to come up for air. "Ed, if you don't stop playing around, we won't have time; we'll have to clean ourselves up afterward." 

"Fuck me, I need you in me." That was all I got out before my pants were around my ankles, and he was rubbing my slick around his member and pushing in.

His hand covers my mouth as he pushes into me inch by inch, muffling my moans. His lack of prep made it take longer for him to be fully seated inside me. Justin wastes no time in finding my pleasure spot and pounding into me at full speed. 

What felt like hours of Justin pistoning himself inside me was probably more like minutes before I felt the familiar burning feeling in my stomach.  

My climax shot out, plastering my stomach as my hole starts to clench down on Justin's cock. "Oh baby. You have no clue what you do to me."

I hear grunts as Justin continues to slam into me. His knot starts forming, and I feel his pace becoming more erratic. With a final slam into me, knotting me fully. I feel his member pulsing inside of me, pumping out as much as he can into me. 

We lay there basking in the afterglow of our orgasms, talking about what has been going on. I learned that his dad knew what we did at camp and told him to avoid me. After cleaning up and masking our scents so no one can smell our mingled scents, Justing leans in for one last kiss. After separating, he leans his forehead against mine and looks me right in the eyes with his thumb rubbing small circles on my cheek. "When I turn eighteen, we can see if we are mates. I should have some clue if we are next year when I get to meet my wolf. Just try to stay safe until then, and we can see each other as often as we can."

"Do you still have my number? If you don't tell me, when will I know if we are mates?" 

"Shh. I'll let you know as soon as I find out." Justin rubs the back of his fingers across my cheek and down to my jaw before picking my lips one last time.

With that, we pull apart and fade into the party crowd. I run into my sisters as they finish up dancing and talking to their friends. April just looks at me, smiles, and then leads us to wait for the parental units. 

I can't wait to leave this place. But I will miss some of my siblings.