Rogue Wolf

Ch 39 status

My Max adjusted the half-cloak across my shoulders, his fingers trailing down my arm. He had dressed me himself, his movements a combination of formality and familiarity.

His fingers had traced lines up my calfs and thighs as he pulled the pants up, cupping me briefly before pulling them that last bit up.  I couldn't help smiling at him, desire beginning to stir in me. I wasn't sure if I was over-reacting from relief that all was still good between us, and that he obviously did want me with him, but I was enjoying his touch even more than I normally did. His hands had roamed my chest before pulling the shirt down, and I became hungry for more.

"What do you think, my Beta?" Max asked as he stepped back.

I set my passion aside as I turned to the full-length mirrors that were the doors of the closet, turning a little so the cloak moved. I'd never been one to primp, but other than my hair needing a good trim, I thought I looked damn fine!

The cloak was black on the outside and red on the inside. The pants were perfect for parkour, even if they were black. The shirt was red, definitely brighter than I normally wore. And the shoes! They were also black, and also perfect for parkour. If weeping for joy weren't so cliche, I think I'd be tempted to do it.

"Perfect, my lord, absolutely perfect," I said, wondering if that feeling in my chest like my heart was ready to explode just might be love.

Max himself had gotten dressed first, his outfit all red; a full red cloak that was black on the inside, making his red uniform stand out.

Lone Wolf stood against our door, content in his blue jeans, boots and black tee.

Michael had been somehow coaxed into kneeling, quietly waiting while my Max dressed me.

"Those in your section will wear the same uniform," my Max explained. "The guards wear all black. Only the leaders wear the cloaks. You'll change to street clothes if you go out, of course."

Max reached back into the box, pulled out another outfit. "Michael? This one is for you. It will identify you as belonging to the scouts. I remember my father saying where guards need structure, scouts tend to be independent, often unable to follow rules, and to give them free rein. He said they would do on their own what no one could command them to do."

Michael came forward hesitantly. Max moved the stack of garments in his hand in an encouraging gesture.

"I trusted Alpha to keep his word while I visited with our women," my Max said softly. "I know now I can no longer trust Alpha. I'm sorry that you paid the price for my knowledge. I hope someday you will come to accept me as your alpha."

Max handed Michael the stack of folded clothes , then placed a hand on each of Michael's shoulders. "Be patient," Max said, "be still. This I require of you."

Max moved slowly then, gently touching Michael, running his hands down Michael's sides. He began rubbing his hands along Michael's body, starting at his feet, lifting first one foot, then the other, working his way up, so that every part of Michael carried Max's scent. Michael was shaking but holding still for it.

When Max had covered Michael's entire body with his touch, he said, "One more thing now, and this you must tolerate from me whenever I wish. I won't hurt you. After this, I will leave you to my Scout until the day you choose to come before me, except for those moments I choose to exert my dominance over you, like now, like this."

Max's face elongated some, like Alpha had done once in front of me. He kept his hands on Michael's shoulders. I watched, holding my breath, unsure, as my Max leaned forward and gently pressed his teeth against Michael's neck. Michael let out a whimper, his body shaking as he tolerated our alpha's right to take hold of us.

Max withdrew from Michael's neck, and I was embarrassed when Michael leaked out some pee. Lone Wolf came over, guided a still naked Michael back into the bathroom for a minute. When they came back out, Max dressed Michael with the same care with which he had dressed me.

I breathed a sigh of relief, and some of the tension I didn't realize I'd been holding melted away. Michael was still human, hadn't been raped, and now had rank. I had to swallow hard again. Michael might not appreciate what my Max had done for him, but I did, and I would make sure Michael came to understand it too.

"Well, looks like you guys are finally all dolled up and ready for a party. I'm guessing the rest of the pack is waiting. We ready to go?"

"I believe so," said my Max, looking us over. He headed toward the door.

Lone Wolf opened it for him, stepping out of the way, then motioning for me and Michael to follow Max. "Keep your eyes up," Lone Wolf whispered to Michael as he passed by. I was glad Lone Wolf was bringing up the rear. It gave me an added feeling of security, beyond the uniforms that spoke of Michael's acceptance and protection.

Max didn't go out to the common area. He led us up to the Alpha Balcony, where no one other than myself, Lone Wolf, and Maximus himself had been. He stood there, in the center, looking at the group gathered below. Most of the guards were on their knees. Once the omegas saw him they lowered themselves down flat on the white tiles.

Alpha stood close to the door, his few guards around him. I saw the hate in Alpha's eyes as he looked at us dressed in our uniforms. I saw the nervousness in his guards. I saw the awe in ours.