White Lightning

Chapter 99: Traitor

AUTHOR'S NOTE: The second half of this chapter has sexual references (no actual sex, though). If for some reason that will upset you, please skip it and know that (fictional) TJ is a douchebag.  Also, I know I said a long while back that I hoped this would end with Chapter 100, but that is clearly not going to happen. So, while we are quickly approaching the end, don't panic (at the disco!) just yet - there is still more to come.

Isolde had taken a liking to the stunning, statuesque Gisella, and Gisella, in turn, had taken an equal interest in the white-blonde goddess with the kind-heart and fluttery-soft voice. One of Isolde's very first assignments as Rick's assistant had been to administer a pregnancy test to the newly-mated she-wolf, and she had felt it only fair to try to build a rapport with her patient. Discussing everything from Gisella's mate to her old pack to her hopes for her future with White Lightning, the two had forged a quick bond.


And that helped, as Gisella was currently lying on the exam table in a paper blouse and sweatpants, her normally tan skin paler than the white latex gloves on the doctor's hands. "It's okay, beautiful," Isolde urged her friend. "He just has to check your vitals and make sure that everything is normal. That's all. Take a deep breath and try to relax. Richard is a marvelous professional and very knowledgeable."


"Why is he wearing those rubbery gloves?" the she-wolf whispered as she watched the doctor curiously. "Is he going to....do something?"


"Because it's sanitary for you and your pup," Rick explained with a warm smile. Trying to keep the conversation flowing to calm the young she, he inquired, "Where is your mate today?"


Gisella wrinkled her nose as the physician gestured for her to sit up so that he could press his stethoscope to her back and listen to her heart. Clutching her gown in place, the brunette sat up and frowned. "I don't know and I don't care."


Isolde eyed the other woman and an unspoken conversation passed between the pair. Eventually, Gisella nodded slowly and then the blonde smiled. "We do not believe that her mate sired the pup and, therefore, she wishes to attend her appointments without him. LaLa believes her mate to be cold and affectless in their interactions, and she has—"


"Please, E," the other she-wolf pleaded sadly. "Let's not bore Richard with my personal drama."


The doctor paused for a moment to eye his patient and then shrugged gently. "Gisella, it is none of my business who is or is not the father of your pup. I am solely here to keep you and that pup healthy, and I pass absolutely no judgment on who sired the little one."


The young she let out a loud sigh of relief, the weight lifting from her petite shoulders. "You were right, E, he's cool."


"I'd like to think I'm hip," the wolf in question laughed as he sat down onto his stool. "However, I'm sure that my mate and our little ones would beg to differ. My mate especially." Chuckling to himself as he thought of his crazy she, he shook his head slowly then smiled up at Gisella. "Now, when do you believe you conceived the little one?"


Isolde answered for the pregnant she. "Roughly eight weeks ago. The wolf said nothing during their coitus, and she only realized something was amiss when she missed her first menses."


Focusing his attention on the patient, Rick nodded. "May I touch your stomach?"


Gisella leaned back against the medical bed and began to roll the elastic waistband of her sweats downward. "Is something wrong?"


"No," he assured her quickly. "I'm merely going to palpate your abdomen to make sure everything seems normal. In another month and a half or so, we will schedule to come in for another check-up and then we can determine when you are due."


She nodded nervously as her friend took a seat beside her and clutched her hand again. "Do you wish for a she or a wolf?" Her voice trilled as she ogled her friend's flat stomach. "I have never asked such a question of you—my apologies for being a poor representative of friendship."


The other woman actually snorted at this and shook her head at Isolde. "Sometimes, E, you talk like a robot!"



Finishing his simple exam, Rick grinned. "Alright, ladies. Gisella, everything appears to be completely normal and you are healthy, as is your pup. Do you have any questions for me about what to expect?"


At this, she bit her bottom lip and her brown eyes went wide. "I didn't write them down and now my mind is blank. I guess, for now, I would just like to know if my mate will be able to smell the pup in me and know that it's not his?"


Considering how to word his response, the wolf crossed his skinny arms over his chest and then sighed. "I honestly cannot answer that, I'm sorry to say. Some of our wolves are able to detect the moment that an ovum is fertilized, as the female's scent changes. Some males are able to detect whether the pup is theirs or another wolf's, as well as the little one's gender, but not all wolves have this ability. An Alpha is guaranteed to know instantly, but your mate, I'm afraid, I cannot say."


The pregnant she digested this information, gray clouds passing through her eyes. "I think that he might try to kill me if he finds out that it's not his pup," she confessed, still pale faced.


"Won't TJ protect you?" Isolde inquired softly, placing a comforting hand on her friend's shoulder. "Is he not a good wolf? Wouldn't a valiant and chivalrous male want to protect the mother of his pup from any harm?"


Rick bit his lip to prevent any noises that might escape his mouth as his patient groaned loudly. "Isolde, he's a piece of shit and I never should have spread my legs for the asshole!"

"I never believed you to be such a stupid slut, Crimson." TJ pressed an accusatory finger into the center of his mate's naked chest as his friend's fluids slithered down her chin. "Defecting to Red Dawn? Fucking Spencer? Do you have an obsession with Alpha cock?"


"Look, jackass," she spat back as she grabbed a towel and began scrubbing her face. "If you're here and able to walk in on my fucking Spencer, then you're in cahoots with Red Dawn, too. So don't act like I'm the only one who changed sides."


Watching the pair as though their barbs were a heated tennis match, the Alpha in question stood up, stretched his arms above his head and smirked. "Well, I thank you for the lovely oral massage, Miss Crimson, and I will leave the two of you to kill each other. Just don't get any blood on my mattress!"


TJ scowled at the other wolf as he disappeared from the disgustingly posh bedroom. Returning his irate gaze to his mate, he shook his head slowly. "I knew that you were trash, but this? Really? And did you think that I couldn't hear your thoughts as your fine little ass hopped that fence and ran straight into Patrick's arms?"


Rubbing the towel between her legs, Crimson snorted. "He had a name?"


"Look," TJ stepped closer, towering over her and trying to intimidate the she. "Chris knows that you've disappeared and I have it in my mind to tell him where you've gone!"


"Please do," she winked, taunting him. Leaning back on the mattress and spreading her knees wide, she pressed two fingers into herself and giggled at the loud squishing sound that erupted. "Chris is smart enough to instantly realize that something is up if you know what's going down here. It will take that fine ass of his all of five seconds to realize that you're a traitor, and he'll have your pelt made into a nice rug for his office!"


Pausing for a moment, realizing that she was right, the Gamma winced. "I'll find a way to get the info to him, somehow."


"And what will he do to me?" She challenged him as she continued to sink her fingers inside her cream-coated walls. "He didn't want me in his pack, so I left. I'm happy, he's happy. I don't see how this news would ruin his day."


Wrinkling his nose at the smells coming off her porcelain skin, TJ took a step backward. "You smell disgusting!" 


"Spencer passed me around to a few of the guys," she winked. "Five of them came inside my cunt, three of them shot it in my ass, and at least five others exploded on my tits. It's been a busy morning, mate." She sneered that last word as she continued to finger herself. "So, you were saying what about Chris?"


Defeated and frustrated with everything that had been happening over the past few months, TJ sat down onto the edge of the bed and began to rub his temples. "They're going to kill him."


Not missing a beat with her ministrations, Crimson rolled her eyes. "Who's killing who?"


"Spencer," TJ winced as he turned to face her. "Your new fuck buddy Spencer is going to kill Chris and take over White Lightning. Defecting to Red Dawn didn't do shit, Crimson, don't you see? We're all going to be the same pack soon."


Shaking her head and uttering softly, she sat up and then crawled into his lap. Wrapping her arms around his body, she pressed her breasts into his chest as she held her mate in her arms. "No, babe, we're not all going to be the same pack. Don't YOU see? Many of White Lightning are going to die—and I intend to live!"