The Slave to a Pack

Chapter Eight

Rummaging through the collection of bags laid throughout Megahn's room, was busy work. Cupboards and draws were empty and it was now time to fill them. "Come on Brair - just put it in there." Megahn said with a snort, watching the Alpha's daughter sling a g-string across the room, nearly hitting Megahn in the face.

"I want to plot this kidnapping." Brair whinned, lying across the rug on the ground, a few pieces of clothes lying ontop of her body. "It will give me practice for when I claim my mate." She grinned, stretching herself out on the ground. "I feel like there can be other steps to take to romancing... but this is by far my favorite."

"Where I'm from... mates were taught to be a possession kind of thing... Not romance." Megahn simply shrugged, folding her clothes tightly and quickly. She was trained for war after all - she was surprised it has ended before they could get her onto the actual feild.

"I don't like possession, owning people and being owned... it goes against all I was taught." Brair frowned, looking at Megahn from under her thick lashes. "I think I'll make you watch movies that will get you into a romantic and self empowerment mood one of these days."

"Now get out, I have things to do, my parents will be home soon." Megahn shooed her new friend out the room, smiling at Brairs lazy grin.

"I know who you can do - " Brair was cut off as she was shoved out her bedroom door.

"Don't you dare finish that sentence." Megahn chuckled. Walking Brair out of her room. Brair offered her a smile,  waving as she walked out the door, leaving Megahn alone once again.

"I'll meet you outide," Brair called, voice echoing in the empty flat.

Clenching her jaw, Megahn stared once again, into the empty house. The quiet was mind numbing. The battle was over. Everything was over. Hopes and dreams were answered. Families reunited... But Megahn. Standing in an apartment she shared with two war heroes, who weren't mates and wouldn't even try to be... she was lost. They weren't the family she could bring Wren home to. What would he think about how out of touch she was with her parents?

He would run like he had evey other time... Moon Goddess save her. She had no idea how to act around a mate. She hadn't met any boys. Had no idea how to flirt. How to talk. What to talk about. All she had was a plan to kidnap him and lock her in her room. She doubted her parents would notice the addition to the household... Especially if she left him tied up everytime she had to leave.. Megahn was hopeless with boys.

She blamed the war. The strictness to each lesson and her confinement. She could scale a mountain without any hiking gear, but she couldn't get a guy to talk to her.

It was frustrating. She didn't know the first place to even look for her Wren. Where was his room? Did he even live in the pack house? When was he busy? Who were his friends? Who were his parents?

Megahn had absolutely no clue who Wren was... What even was his last name? She couldn't even try and do the thing she saw in movies and books, where the girl put the guys she liked last name after her name. All she could think about was Wren and Megahn. Megahn and Wren. Neither sounded right. Tapping her foot on the ground, Megahn walked to the front door... Then stopped, hand ghosting over the handle.

She an Brair had bought the complete opposite of school appropriate clothing. Once they had gotten back from their shooping expedition, Megahn had changed from her blouse and jeans. Swore she would never wear them again. Now she wore a tight one-piece that dipped at the front, enough to show her breasts. And she wore an insanely short skirt, that stopped right at the base of her bottom.

She couldn't get sex out of her mind. She wanted to find Wren and mate with him until she stopped breathing. It drove her nether regions crazy. No doubt, if she hadn't sprayed on too much perfume, the entire pack house would smell her desires.

Walking out the door with a few shaking breaths, Wren was ready for Brair's tour. She would have to learn the ins ans out of the pack house, if she was going to live here.

"There you are, Meg," Brair cheered, waving the brunete over. Instantly, Meghan walked over to the familiar face, even if she was surrounded by a cloud of smoke and three tough looking dudes. They stared at her, eyes trailing her body as she walked over.

Meghan was stunned. She had never been checked out before. Wren had stared at her eyes and mouth throughout their first meeting. But he had never admired her body. She felt a sense of cockiness and validation from the look. If these werewolf's were interested, then Wren would be too!

"Who's your friend?" One of the guys grunted, a cigerette between his fingers. He had a tattoo winding up the base of his neck, down his chest, and on his arm. His shirt was short and tight enough for her to see. Megahn hadn't studied the male anatomy, but the more she saw, the more she was surprised at everyone's shapes and sizes.

"Megahn Lea," Megahn introduced, unconsciously fluttering her eyelashes. In her defense, the wind picked up slightly. The boys stared her up and down, not saying anything verbally... But by the looks of their eyes, she guesses she hadn't sprayed enough perfume.

"Ew guys," Brair snorted, flicking the rest of her lit cigerette at one of them. "Come on, Meg, we're going somewhere else."

Megahn spared them a look over her shoulder, which got a rise out of them. Smacking and high fiving each other like Megahn had handed them a million dollars.

"If your mate isn't interested, then I'm sure every other member of this pack house is," Brair said with a snort, walking with Megahn down and away from the pack house. "Looking at you now, I'm scared I've created a sexy, playboy monster."

"I don't know what that means," Megahn said with a nervous laugh. She wanted to find Wren so bad. "But if I'm reading between the lines, you don't need to worry about me bedding your men... I don't want anyone that isn't my mate."

"You don't want to be like you parents?" Brair said, dark eyes surveying Megahn for a moment. The Alpha's daughter may have been a horny odd ball, but she wasn't stupid.

"They're good soldiers, but terrible people together," Megahn said, her hands running along her exposed thighs. She had never been around so many people. She had neve been around so many people with barely anything on.

"I can't believe they're making you do school, you've barely got a year left and then you're out," Brair groaned, changing the subject. "But me... I got two years to go in that prison."

"I wanted to go to school," Megahn reasoned. "I've never been to school."

"Give it a month, dude, and you'll change your mind," Brair chuckled.

All while Brair led Megahn through many twists and turns along their territory, neither saw Wren. Even as Megahn prayed to the moon goddess that he'd be at the end of a hallway, or around a street corner, he wasn't. She needed to see him again. Their only meeting leaving her craving more. She wantd to study his face. Know his voice. Kiss his lips. Stare into his eyes. But she'd have to find her little birdie first.