Star Light, Star Bright

THREE

Cass.

That was close.

Peeking out from behind the huge tapestry I felt a small tug on my heart at seeing the two huge men walk away. One was larger than the other, but not by much. The only other difference between them was that one was dressed all in black with some sort of shield stitched on the bicep of his sleeve and the other was dressed casually. Both were dark haired, tall, with tanned skin and muscled.

The faint woodsy scent left to drift behind was tantalizing. Almost like a Western styled cologne. It was beautiful and comforting.

I sighed as heavily as my tiny frame would allow. No wolf would want a tiny, pathetic bit of waste like me. I had been told that so often that I now believed it. No one wanted me around. Not even my own parents.

Scampering to my room; well, it was more a closet than a room, I stood in front of the tiny mirror that I was allowed. What I saw only reinforced the fact that no one would want me.

I was tiny, barely reaching five foot three. I was also scrawny. I had next to no muscle definition, though my arms were corded and I had a faint six pack. I was also pale skinned, I wasn't tanned at all. Even worse was that the only color I had was a permanent blush and red lips that were full and pouty. My hips were a bit wide and my legs were long and trim.

Flipping a lock of hair out of my mismatched eyes, one amber and the other hazel, I grimaced in disgust. I looked like a woman, an attractive woman but a woman none the less.

My dirty hair was a soft but luxurious brown, the only thing about me that I liked. I wasn't allowed a scissor so I had made do with the kitchen shears to trim my hair and bangs. It fell past my slender shoulders in soft waves that wouldn't straighten, no matter that it was dirty. My bangs more often than not fell into my eyes and had to be brushed back constantly.

Then my eyes fell to the dried blood on the inside of my pale thighs and I flushed even more in unbearable shame.

No.

No one would want a tiny pathetic wolf, one that couldn't even defend himself. One that couldn't fight back. One that only cried as he was used by so many that he couldn't even remember the number because he no longer cared and only wanted to die.

No one, especially not the owner of that beautiful scent, would want something as dirty and spoiled as I was.

There was no point in even hoping for the unachievable.

Not anymore.

Jerked out of my pity party by the pounding on my thin door I cringed.

"Hurry up you pathetic waste!" The Madame Alpha screeched. "Don't keep my son waiting on you. The last thing I need is a half breed pup that needs to be drowned."

Hurriedly scrubbing I winced as the soap ran into the barely healed scabs in my anus. I had become used to having my own blood being used as lubricant as well as cum from other males and the Alpha's. I scrambled into a decent looking shirt and pants before running out.

Coming out of a passage way and hurrying down the hall I ran smack dab into a wall that hadn't been there before. Falling on my ass I yelped both in shock and fear. Looking up I found it wasn't a wall at all. But a huge black clothed wolf that dwarfed my tiny body.

"I so sorry," I stammered as I scrambled to my feet. "I'm so sorry for running into you like that. I didn't see you."

The huge wolf cocked his head at me, almost as if he were puzzled about something before he smiled, a mere upturn of his lips."There is no harm done, little wolf. It is I who should apologize for not catching you as you fell."