The Dire Choice (Otherworld Series #7)

Chapter 16- Soul Shredder.

---The Past--

Everyday, Shredder looks out through the small hole in his chambers.

He sees the sky and the trees and smells the mud and the musk. He yearns to be out in the open, where he can run, stretch his legs, take a dip in the water.

Each day was the same. Each day, the same things happen again and again. He was stuck here, in a continuous routine, again and again, the same things. He was tired, sick of this place and the horrible things that happen here.

Each night he was awoken by shouts of pleasure.

It was the Goddess, he knew. His goddess, enjoying the stem of another Alpha as he, her damned consort, lay here, yearning for her, for a warm channel, her wet heat.

"Boy!" A voice said, sounding awfully cheery for this dull place.

He turned. It was a Beta. A familiar one now-a-days, many times had he come here, to teach Shredder the ancient history, stories of Renmisia that did nothing to calm the raging erection he constantly had on like a curse.

He adjusted his standing cock in this pants, glaring at the intruding Beta.

The male's name was Garbage, maybe because he smelled like it, because he constantly spent his time in it or maybe because he looked like it, with his massive dirty dreadlocks and his dirt smudged face. But even under the dirt and grim, one could easily see that the male was...weird. His face was feminine and beautiful, hidden under dirt, but Soul Shredder was pretty sure that there was a penis under that long white robe he wore.

Garbage smiled, showing dirty yellow crooked teeth.

"You haven't brought your books today?" Shredder asked at the suspicious smile.

Usually, the Beta male always came in with a big book, the likes of which Shredder had never seen before. But now he was empty handed.

"There will be a different lesson today, my boy."

Soul Shredder snarled. "I'm not a boy. I've seen seventeen, almost eighteen summers. "

"You are still a boy until you have proven yourself."

He scowled. "And you have proven yourself?" He asked, annoyed.

The male smiled, chuckling. "I've no need to prove myself, I'm not an Alpha. Only Alpha have those old barbarian traditions." He itched a spot on his messy hair. "Besides, I'm born of the Goddess." 

Now that made Soul Shredder stumble forward, he zoned in on Garbage's face, on his eyes. They were green, almost like the Goddesses, half mast, lazily watching him. Just like hers.

"You are her youngest child? "

Garbage nods, looking wistful. "The Mother's youngest child. She favours me the most. My father used to be proud of me before he was killed in battle."

"You're a Beta." He wished he could take his words back, the declaration was rude, stating the obvious, as if Garbage wasn't being reminded of the fact all his life. All consorts were Alpha, their genes stronger than Beta. Also, Alpha were the only Dire Wolves capable of having knots, that attached them to the females after sex, keeping their seeds inside the female, making pregnancy more likely. The Goddess had made it known that she preffered Alpha seed, even though all Alpha are direct descendants of her son, it was only considered normal in their species.

The male simply shrugged, taking a seat on the nearby mat, his back against the wall.

"My father was proud no matter. See, this is why I am here today. To tell you your main objective in life."