Rogue Wolf

Ch 8 protection

Alpha pounced on me. He snapped at my jaw. I sunk down, my attempt at a howl stopped short.

Alpha shifted. It seemed to take hardly any time, few minutes at most.

"You do not howl! Did you not hear me command that you do nothing," Alpha growled out, "NOTHING, that brings attention to us!"

It made no sense. Who would hear a howl but not hear all those screams I made? I sat there, blinking at him. My confused expression and lack of submission enraged Alpha. He punched me. He picked me up and threw me. He shifted to wolf. Even while he was shifting he kicked and clawed at me. He grabbed me in his wolf jaws and shook me like I was a rag doll. He raged and I knew I was dead. He threw me again.

Someone blocked his next attack. A huge form covered me and I cowered under the omega's protection. He took Alpha's abuse once more, while Alpha vented his rage. It wasn't until the worse of Alpha's rage was spent that my guard spoke up. The coward! He was down on one knee, head bowed.

"Forgive me Alpha, I did not cover the Laws of the Wolf with him. You had commanded that the Laws be spoken after a shift is successful. No one has ever tried to howl so soon after a shift."

Alpha left the omega and turned on my guard. Alpha shifted back to man and beat the crap out of the guy. The omega moved off of me, giving me a look as he took a low position. He motioned toward me with his nose.

I nodded and set myself up as best I could. My body ached from the pounding I had received. Paws in front of me, belly close to the ground, head tucked and turned to expose neck.

The omega nodded. He took his own position, belly up, tail curled in, neck angled and stretched out.

Our prone positions did something for Alpha when he turned back. He snapped at the omega. "Take your place Failure." It was a sneer.

The big omega moved quickly, head lowered. Whatever Alpha wanted to do, I knew the omega wouldn't interfere again.

Alpha shifted back to wolf. He stalked his way over to me. Everyone in the room was bowed down. I couldn't totally calm the panic in me. Psycho werewolf with an anger management problem. I was finally beginning to understand why these people were cowed. Deep breathes that only let me barely fake calm. I knew I was afraid.

Alpha sniffed. He rubbed. He nibbled all over my body. He shoved his cold nose way up under my tail. He stepped on me. His paws didn't hurt. I understood at some level that he was exerting his authority over me as one of his. He was manhandling me in wolf form. I wondered how far it would go.

He stood over me like the omega did. He licked me. He kept licking. He rolled me around gently. There wasn't a spot on my body that he didn't lick, repeatedly. It seemed to calm him. His front paws shifted slightly. His clawed hands ran over my wolf body. He gently scratched and massaged me. He gave me little nips everywhere.

It took at least an hour of his ministrations before I managed to relax under his touch. There had been a few of my mom's guys who wanted to gently introduce me to the world of pleasure, each believing they were my first. They came to mind as Alpha worked. I knew somehow that if I didn't accept his touch he would end up getting mad again.

I focused my thoughts, put up my walls, became the actor. I dared to look at him with that dangerous admiring look.That was when his touch got more personal, fondling my privates, alternating between tongue and hands. He was full man, rubbing, thrusting, but not violently, not entering me. His clawed hands still stroking and petting me. I knew in his twisted and warped mind he was making love to me.

"You are mine. You are part of my pack. Your name is Scout."

His hands didn't stop. His tongue wiggled through my fur, playing against the skin underneath. This was how Alpha initiated wolves into his pack. I wanted to cry. It had been a long time since I felt like crying.

"You are mine, and only mine. You have rank. You cannot command the warriors. The warriors will not command you."

His hands didn't stop. His strokes got firmer, less sexual and more possessive.

"You will not touch the females. You may command the lesser omegas. You will not command Failure. Failure is mine. You are mine. Shift back to human. Think of yourself as human."

He stayed above me. The pain was there but it wasn't quite the agony from shifting to wolf. Alpha watched my pain, enjoying every moment of it. Finally it didn't hurt as bad. The shift was done and I was exhausted. He called for a timer.

I was on my back, one of his knees between my legs. He ran his hands over my chest, lingering on the bruises he had given me. He was pleased, very pleased by the sound of his internal rumblings.

"Three and a half days for a first shift to wolf. Only five hours to get back to human. You please me Scout."

I weighted the risks. Figured a comment would be worth the consequences.

"That makes me happy Alpha."

I smiled shyly, quickly looking down again. He only laughed.

"A bold one indeed. Be careful not to be too bold my Scout."

His hands were on my sore jaw. I nodded my understanding.

"Wolves. What is the Law?"

The group answered as one.

"Obey the Alpha, protect the pack."

"What is the Law?"

"Obey the Alpha, protect the pack."

He looked down at me.

"What is the Law my little scout?"

"Obey the Alpha, protect the pack."

"Even Failure understands it. As long I know his actions come from his desire to protect the pack without interfering with the authority of those above him, Failure is safe."

Twisted. The stupid oaf couldn't see his own contradictions. The pack needed protection from its alpha. I was grateful for Failure's protection. I understood what Alpha was saying. I doubted I would get that protection again, not if I did something to trigger that rage.

"What is the Law?"

And so it went.