Rogue Wolf

Ch 6 bitten

It was hard to sleep that night. I finally convinced myself I would need to. I had rehearsed a believable story. They would never know of my mother. I knew how to make a believable lie; think about whatever you needed so the emotions you showed were real.

I heard them come in. I glanced up enough to know Alpha wasn't there. I brought myself to my knees. Waited.

Whatever they were expecting of me, I disappointed them. I wasn't acting intimidated, I wasn't full of fear. I just wanted to get this over with. My personal guard was gentle with me. I was unchained. The collar was taken off.

"Misbehave and it will go back on you. Now come."

He whispered it harshly in my ear. A show for the others. I had to walk between two rows of them. They moved to keep me in the center of the two rows, leaving the end of their line and hurrying to the front of it. My guard walked slowly before me, giving them time. The whole thing was an orchestrated show.

I ended up before Alpha. My guard took a position slightly behind me. The rest of the guards were in a circle around us this time. The omegas were behind Alpha, actually part of the circle, if close together. I was surprised to see a really, really big guy with the omegas. I hadn't noticed anyone that looked like a bodybuilder before.

I only dared a quick glance before lowering myself down before Alpha. I had to struggle a second to get back to that relaxed patient waiting that has served me so well. His foot went to my neck. He applied pressure. Even now he had to demonstrate that he had control over me. I allowed a hint of fear to show through in my breathing.

"Your name."

I had been coached by my guard.

"I have no name until you grant me one Alpha."

"How old are you."

"Sixteen." The lie was easy. If they ever tried to track me, the year almost two year difference would help hide my identity.

The foot went down into my neck. Shit.

"Sixteen Alpha." I pushed the words out. The foot released its pressure.

"Who am I?"

"You are my Alpha, Alpha."

The interrogation went on. The rules. Asking about my name again. The rules in different order. Questions about my family thrown into the mix. The foot stayed on my neck.

"I have no family Alpha."
"I don't know who my father is Alpha."
"My mother left months ago with some guy Alpha."
"I don't know where my mother is Alpha."
"I've never had a phone Alpha."
"I never met any grandparents Alpha."
"I have no siblings Alpha."
"I sleep where I can Alpha."
"I've begged for money and food Alpha."
"I have stolen stuff to sell before Alpha."
"I won't steal again Alpha."

He gave me commands. I was to do nothing that would draw attention to them. He thought he understood why I reacted to things as I did. He thought I had endured what they had thrown at me easily because he believed I had been homeless.

He pulled me to my feet, put his hands on my shoulders. He would take care of me now. His pack would be my family. I was expected to be grateful. I let some tears flow. I stayed submissive before him. Obedient. Relaxed.

He ate it up. He stroked me, ran his hand along my head. It was one of those father-type gestures some of the guys back home had tried on occasion.

"If you survive the change your name will be Scout. Now you will learn what it truly means to be part of my pack. Look at me."

I raised my eyes slowly, keeping my head bowed. He tilted my chin up. He had this slightly smirking grin, the corners of his mouth just barely curling up. His finger on my chin twitched. His face...

I blinked a few times.

"Keep your eyes on my face."

His voice had gotten deeper. His nose grew out, his face grew with it. He gained a five o'clock shadow, then a short beard that spread across his face. His grin got bigger, teeth flashing out of that elongated mouth.

I jumped a little at the thumb that stroked my cheek. I felt the sharp tip of claws. I wanted to look, didn't dare look away from his face. Things were clicking into place. The whole collar thing suddenly struck me as the most ridiculous, ludicrous joke.

I knew I should be terrified. I knew it. I think some part of me was. The rest of me... I felt a breath work its way up in my chest, the beginning of a chortle. I couldn't help thinking that I hadn't believed chortles were a real thing.

His eyes narrowed. I knew mine were laughing. My nostrils flared as I tried, really tried, to swallow down a laugh. I had to do something. There would be consequences but somehow I had a feeling they would only work in my favor. I spoke without being told to.

"Alpha dude, you look awesome. But the collar man..." The laughter came, I couldn't stop it.

"I'm sorry Alpha, I can't..." I didn't lose myself enough to totally forget myself. I called him Alpha. I showed him my neck. I tried to contain my laughter. The whole set up was a joke, a frigging sick colossal joke, one pulled by the universe itself. And the icing on the cake was the werewolf standing before me.

"Lets see how funny you find the change," he growled.

He gripped my shoulders tightly and his teeth sunk into my shoulder.