The Pack

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The Pack Chapter 6

First Saturday after School Began

Simon

When I got back to campus last night, I tried to find Ethan. He wasn't in my room, and he wasn't in his new accommodation. At least he didn't answer the door when I knocked. Conor and Kevin had gone back to their suite, and I didn't want to disturb them, so I went to my room and masturbated to all the things I was going to do to Ethan when I caught up with him. Then I fell asleep.

In the morning, I woke up alone for the first time since coming to college. I didn't like it. After showering, I went looking for Ethan again. He still wasn't in his room. I went looking for Conor instead. He was awake and sitting in a towel. Kevin was still in the shower. "Hey Conor, that dance I thought was happening yesterday is actually happening today," I said. "The plan will still work. You and I are having dinner, probably at the Steak and Shake because it's close. Then we're dancing, and then we're fucking. Unless something else comes up to ruin our plans."

I pulled the towel off his waist leaving him naked. He looked good but startled. He grabbed for his towel and tried to pull it out of my grasp. "Dude, you can't do that," he said. He was laughing and angry at the same time.

"I need to check out the merchandise," I said with a shrug. "I didn't see what you were hiding yesterday under your shorts, and Meghan vetoed my idea of having you betas play naked for our enjoyment."

He stood up and laughed as he turned around. "As the alpha commands!" he said.

At that moment, Kevin came into the room, also wrapped in a towel. "What's happening?" he asked.

Conor laughed and said, "Our newest alpha is demanding we betas get naked for his viewing pleasure."

Kevin's face blanched, but he pulled his towel off and stood stiffly at attention. I jumped up and handed him his towel. "I was kidding, dude," I said. "No one, alpha or not, can order you to get naked. I know you're straight and that would be beyond inappropriate."

"You don't know how things used to be around here,” Kevin said as he put his towel back on, Conor wrapping his arm around his shoulders. “My older brother Owen was here three years ago when Cromwell was the alpha. All the betas were at their mercy. Cromwell mounted the alphas to show them who was boss, and the alphas mounted the betas whenever they wanted. Owen was gay, like Conor here, but that didn't mean that the alphas should have used him the way they did. Drew, Dawn, and Xav are like gods. What they did for us betas, it was a big deal. When I came to college, I was told one thing by my parents repeatedly: do whatever the alphas say."

I was shaking my head. "Why did the betas put up with it? Why didn't they go to a different college with a better pack?" I asked.

Conor put his hand on my shoulder and said, "You don't get it, Simon. That's life for a beta in most packs. It may have been worse here, but you'd be surprised." He turned to Kevin and said, "What's it like for Owen in your home pack?"

"It's not as bad as it was here," Kevin said. "Our home pack doesn't force straight betas to submit, but any gay or bisexual beta boy is fair game. They're expected to give it up for any alpha who wants it. Owen is with one of the pack enforcers, despite being in love with another gay beta, and he's forced to cater to his every whim. He makes him wear a dog collar and call him sir."

"But why don't the betas say no?" I asked.

"There's something in an alpha's voice," Conor said. "It's hard for us to disobey it."

"Wait, wait, wait," I said. "Are you going out with me because of my voice?"

"Sorry, sir," Conor said. "You don't have it yet, but you will. I just wanted to go out with you because you're so sexy."

Shit! I thought. First, I’d had a serious need to dominate someone since I woke up today. Not just fuck, but truly overpower, which was completely alien and unexpected. I’d heard about these urges but had assumed I would be able to handle it. Maybe it was just ego speaking, but I didn’t imagine I would be unable to handle it.

I’d managed to convince myself that it was a sexy game, but then there was this revelation about pack social dynamics and the way some betas were treated. That wasn’t fantasy; it was reality. I could feel  a surge of anger come over me that made me want to fight. This wasn’t going to be easy. I felt my wolf spirit pacing inside me. I knew it was responsible for that burst of dominant energy. It was restless and that tension was affecting me in a lot of ways.

My half-remembered dreams were unsettling and full of disjointed images; stalking prey through endless forest trails; grabbing guys I’d seen, and thought were handsome; pushing them against the wall and kissing them; shoving people out of my way in hallways. And there was this anger. I found myself getting irate instead of simply annoyed at little things people did. More and more often, I felt the urge to challenge them and become violent. And I never thought I had that fighter instinct. I did not want to be one of the alphas they were describing.

I was shaking my head and sighing. "I am so sorry about all that. I'll have to keep my head about me when I finally turn," I said. "I don't want to be making you do things you don't want to do. Kevin, I would never force a straight guy to get naked for me. I wouldn't do it to a gay boy either. That said, if you have time, Conor, and if you want to do it, I would love it if you and I could go out tonight and maybe come back here, if Kevin can be somewhere else for a while."

"I would love to have sex with you tonight if that's what you mean, sir," Conor said. "And if you want to model someone who doesn't alpha growl at us until we obey, watch Drew, Darren, Xav, or Zeno. Dawn's good at it too unless she's frustrated or angry, but Meghan is a growler. Oh, and Darren will growl if he thinks it's necessary to get things done, but never for his personal benefit."

I kissed Conor. He let me take possession of his mouth completely, welcoming my tongue with passion. "I'll see you later," I said. Then I put a hand on Kevin's shoulder and said, "I'm sorry. I'll think before I speak in the future."

I left the room, thinking that Kevin had jumped to fulfill my wishes without even hearing me say it. He'd reacted to Conor relaying my wishes to him, even in jest. Part of me liked the idea of all those beta boys, gay or straight, bending over for me with just a growl. Damn, it was good to be an alpha.

 

Drew

I woke up with Zeno licking my cock. One hand was holding the shaft gently and the other was squeezing my nuts, the pressure just shy of  what would be painful. His muscular and smooth body was stretched out beside me, with his feet near my head. He'd obviously shaved and showered this morning. He was still damp.

I ran a hand along his firm thigh and butt. He looked in my direction and then cocked his knee up, giving me access to his cock or ass. He was leaving the choice to me. I knew what he meant. Did I want to fuck him this morning, or did I want to get fucked? It was Zeno, and I loved his cock, but it was his ass I'd been dreaming of, so I slid my fingers into his crack and found he'd already lubed himself. He was like an X-rated boy scout; always prepared.

Zeno hummed on my cock when my fingers found his rosebud. The man had talent. When I touched it, his pucker tightened, then relaxed, then tightened again in rapid succession, like it was kissing my finger. I slid one finger inside him. He wasn't like the pretty boys I fucked so often; his ass was warm, soft, and – most importantly – strong. He'd tried to show me the pelvic floor muscle exercises he did, but the reality is that Zeno had the greatest core muscle strength of anyone I knew. I assumed it was the dancing that made him such a good bottom, and not the expert bottoming that made him such a great dancer.

When I found Zeno's pleasure spot, he moaned a little around my cock and squeezed my finger with his powerful ring. I was about to blow any minute. "I'm going to cum, Zeno," I announced.

He didn't stop. He doubled down with his sucking and tongue work. He became a little more forceful with my balls as well. He didn't hurt them, but he sure knew how to manhandle them just enough to drive me over the edge. When he squeezed them, it was like he was squeezing the cum out of them, while his powerful mouth sucked it right out and down his throat. Involuntarily, my finger spasmed, causing Zeno to gasp and suck harder on my dick, and then immediately went limp inside his ass, as I shot five strong loads into his mouth. It wasn't just my cock and my finger that went limp; it was my whole body.

When I had nothing left to give, Zeno climbed on top of me and kissed me, his lips bruising mine as he laid claim to them. Then he laid down on his back and said, "My turn, Janowski. Get your fingers back inside my ass and get your mouth on my cock."

"Yes, sir!" I said. This was an order I was happy to follow.

Zeno was freshly shaved and moisturized, so his powerful dancer's muscles were covered by silky smooth skin. He'd left a small, very well trimmed amount of pubic hair. Zeno and I were almost twins in the cock department, and he filled my mouth so full that I could barely contain half of it. I relaxed my throat and took him deeper. Last year Zeno had trained me how to control my breathing while sucking cock, and I hadn't forgotten.

I worked two fingers, and then three, inside his sexy ass. He clamped down to show his appreciation. My fingers stroked his prostate from the inside, while the fingers of my other hand pressed against it from the outside, rubbing his smooth perineum. It didn't take long with my hands working his butt and my mouth working his cock. When I felt him tense, I pulled back a little because I didn't want him shooting straight down my throat. I wanted to taste him. And I wasn't disappointed. He filled my mouth with his massive load, and I swirled my tongue around to catch it all. His ass was gripping my fingers so hard I was sure he was going to leave bruises.

And then we were done. We lay side by side, just enjoying the body contact. Then Zeno pulled my fingers to his mouth and sucked his own clean, but musky, ass juices off them. "Whatever goes in your ass will go in your mouth," he said as he finished licking them. "Remember that rule, Janowski, because when you fuck that little alpha cub later, I'm going to be fucking you."

We got dressed and went downstairs. Several of the guys were already up. Zeno walked up behind Lew Muller and wrapped his arms around his chest and kissed his neck. One hand slid down Lew's chest and rubbed his cock through his jeans. "I guess you did miss me, Beta Stud," he said, nuzzling his neck. “I'm glad to see you've moved into the Wolf House. I'll need someone to keep me company while Janowski is wasting time with my sister."

A grin split Lew's face as he turned in Zeno's arms. He was tall and thin, with a wild black beard and thick eyebrows that made him look like a werewolf even in human form. He wore his black hair to his shoulders. He was an attractive guy in his own quirky way. Most guys missed it until they got to know him. He always tried his best to look like a werewolf in his human form. He kissed Zeno, or rather let Zeno kiss him, and then he howled. It wasn't an alpha growl, but it sounded a lot like a beta's imitation of one. "Any time, Zeno," he said, looking around at the other betas, like he was reveling in his position as Zeno's chosen beta stud.

Zeno squeezed Lew's cock and said, "Be a good beta and get your alphas some breakfast!"

"Sure thing, boss," Lew said and then he went to cook up some eggs and bacon.

I felt comfortable knowing that Zeno was here. We needed someone in the Wolf House. I expected that he was going to have to kick some ass at first. We had too many new betas coming in here. I didn't even know them all. They didn't know Zeno, and a lot of guys thought being mostly a bottom meant you couldn't be an alpha. They'd soon find out who was in charge here.

After breakfast, we had to go back to campus. I was sure that Dawn and Darren could handle things in my absence, but we needed to show up at Professor Thorne's council meeting ready to prove we weren't her minions; the pack was going to be an equal partner in this town going forward. When Xav showed up in our Dodge Ram, we piled in. We had a bench seat, so we could all ride comfortably in the cab. Zeno rode in the middle because he loved being sandwiched between two other alphas.

 

The Observer

I'd been watching the big farmhouse since before dawn. Our intelligence told us that they didn't even try to hide who they were. It's not like they were running around in wolf shape, but they had a sign out front that said "Wolf House". There were about a dozen living there now, between the main house and the apartments built along the side of the lot. It was hard to tell who the "alpha" was. It seemed like no one was in charge.

According to Second Shift, a new guy came in yesterday. We hadn’t had a chance to give him a designation yet. Today he rode in with the subjects the Severan Campus Team had designated Lone Wolf (Xavier Janowski) and Alpha 1 (Alexander Janowski) , the latter probably being the overall leader. Maybe it was because this was a college town, but the leaders of this pack seemed young. Both Alpha 1 and the new subject came in a Dodge Ram pickup truck driven by Lone Wolf. For whatever reason, Lone Wolf lived by himself, hence the code name, but had a lot of visitors. And now Lone Wolf had come to the house again. Alpha 1 and the undesignated new subject got into the truck, and they left.

I saw a note from Second Shift that the undesignated subject should be called Dances with Wolves because he may be Zeno Schiller, who graduated last year and danced at the Blue Room. From what I'd seen of him through the telescopes, I hoped he took up that job again. I could enjoy a stakeout like that. I made a note of them leaving and then added my own opinion to the note from Second Shift. "Dances with Wolves" is too long, and not accurate if he is a wolf. Consider "Dancing Wolf" instead.

Operation Blue Severan was gathering a lot of information. I flipped through the shared document again. We still didn't know who sent the provocateur to the Psych building last week. Our own operative had been watching Subject Red Prime when subject Provocateur 1 began the sexual assault. I checked the notes on that incident. Our operative recorded that she had almost intervened because general order 9 said that Subject Red Prime was to be protected from harm at all costs. I too was wondering why the kid glove treatment. The Supervisor still hadn't explained the significance of Subject Red Prime and why the special treatment, but there was a clarification. General Order 9 requires that the life of subject Red Prime be preserved, even at the cost of operational secrecy, but harassment is to be noted and the perpetrator identified so that we can later apply Extreme Sanction.

Damn! I thought. The supervisor was willing to kill a target for harming Red Prime. What made that subject so special?

I checked the detention file. Provocateur 1 had been detained and taken to the site designated Azkaban. Cute, I thought. So, we were running a secret detention facility here on American soil. I’d heard rumors, but this was as close to confirmation as I was likely to get, given my clearance. I wouldn't have wanted to be in Provocateur 1's shoes now. The Supervisor seemed to have a boner for Red Prime. Everyone he interacted with was flagged with a high priority.

I went back to watching the screen. We couldn't see into the building, but the telescopes were watching the house. The computer tracked every figure it saw and gave them a label. If only we'd been able to get cameras inside the house, but it had been occupied all summer.

 

Darren

"I'm not hungry, Daddy," Benjy whined, rubbing his head against my arm. He'd been picking at his food this morning, trying to move it around on his plate, like I wouldn't see that it was still there.

"Eat," I said sternly, and went back to checking my messages.

He shoved his mouth full of food and sat at the table with his head down. I was empathizing with his mother more every minute. He could become impossible sometimes. "Can I go to the bathroom, Daddy?" he mumbled without looking at me.

I knew he still had the eggs in his mouth. "Not until you finish your breakfast, boy," I alpha-growled at him. Instead of influencing Benjy as I had intended, a guy at the table behind put down his phone and started shoveling his breakfast into his mouth like it was about to be taken away from him. Benjy just turned and looked at me with his big sad eyes and mumbled, "I need to pee, Daddy."

He was moving his leg so fast that I thought he might not be lying. I looked around the room and spotted Chloe, one of the beta girls, who worked at the food court. I got her attention and said, "Pack this up so we can take it with us." I hesitated for a moment, then added, “please.”

Then I took Benjy's arm, marched him into the bathroom and watched him at the urinal. He really needed to go. When he was done, I said, "Open your mouth and show me."

He opened his mouth and I saw the eggs still inside. I grabbed him and yanked his pants down and gave him three hard slaps on his firm little butt. "I'm going to keep smacking your ass until you swallow," I said.

And I did. I smacked his ass six more times before he'd swallowed it all. Then I pulled his pants back up and took him by the arms and led him back into the food court. Chloe was standing there with Benjy's breakfast in a to go carton. "Tell her thank you for taking care of your breakfast because you were being a brat," I growled.

Benjy whispered his thanks. I made him take the carton and we went back to the room. I watched him out of the corner of my eye while he finished eating the eggs. I knew they weren't very good when they were cold, but that was his fault. He'd let them sit for an hour. I kept checking messages. Most of the problems the beta boys had could be handled over the phone. I chuckled at the picture one of the guys sent me of Lew howling at the ceiling light while Xav hugged him from behind. Lew was Xav's favorite beta, and it wasn't just his ridiculously oversized dick. Lew was a total badass for a beta. He played guitar, wrote poetry, and hacked into computers for fun. The fact that he was a total top also made them compatible. He was a beta without a chip on his shoulder. He knew what he was, and he was happy with himself. Xav had once told me that Lew was one of the most emotionally stable guys he knew.

Benjy was crawling onto my lap and looking at me with those puppy dog eyes of his again. "I'm sorry, Daddy," he said, wrapping his arms around my neck and leaning his head against my chest. "I'm not trying to be a brat. I get sick to my stomach when I eat too much… and... and I don't want to get fat."

He whispered the last part, but then he looked mortified. He started kissing my face and rubbing my belly. "I love your belly, Daddy," he said. "A belly looks good on a daddy, but it makes a boy look ugly. And I like that you can carry me so easily and that I can sleep on top of you without crushing you."

The boy was insecure about himself. And it was more than the Ritalin at work on his weight. I thought he might be a little anorexic. And damned if I didn't feel guilty because I found his skinny little body so irresistible. "You'll still be my pretty little boy, even if you do put on a few pounds," I said. “I will always be able to lift you.”

“Do you promise me, Daddy?”

I rubbed his smooth back and kissed his temple. “I just want you to be healthy, son. I love you and I think you’re an amazingly sexy guy. I’ve never been so happy with anyone before. Do you think that I won’t be attracted to you if you gain a few pounds?”

He nodded and whispered, “Yes, Daddy.”

I turned his head so I could stare into his pretty face. Then I kissed his face all over until he started laughing. “I want you to be happy, boy. Really happy, not pretending. I want you to know that I intend to take care of you, to hold you, to cuddle you, to give you as much pleasure as you give me.”

He put his arms around my neck and asked, “Do I really give you pleasure? Do I really make you happy, Daddy? You’re not just saying that?”

I stood up and held him in my arms, then I slung him over my shoulder so I could smack his butt a few times through the thin shorts he was wearing. "You do, but I will have to spank you, if you don't obey me.”

"Will you spank me hard, Daddy?" he asked innocently.

"Yes, son, I will spank you hard, and not just play with your butt..."

"... like you know I like!" He finished for me.

I threw him on the bed and pulled his shorts and boy briefs off. He was wearing Snoopy today. "Are you going to spank me now, Daddy?" he asked, pouting his lips.

I flipped him over. "Yes, I am, son," I said. "Then I'm going to play with your ass, like I know you like!"

He was giggling and lifting his hips, "I cleaned my boy hole good this morning, just like you told me. Only half a bag of water and I made it last three times, and everything came out clean the second time, but I did it again because I was afraid you would have to taste my poop."

I loved his rambling almost as much as I loved his skinny butt. I sat down and pulled that butt to my face and attacked it with my tongue. Benjy squealed, "I love you, Daddy! You make my boy hole feel so good!"

I mumbled into his little hole. “I love you too, Son. Your sweet boy hole is delicious.”

The neighbors could never have any doubts about what was happening in our room. How could they, with Benjy's exuberance? He'd done a good job and he tasted clean and delicious. Benjy didn't know what to do with his hands. He moved them toward his little dicklet and then remembered he wasn't supposed to touch it when it was hard, so he stretched them out in front of him. Finally, he decided to rest his cheek on the bed and clasp his hands behind his back, then behind his neck and then to pull his cheeks apart.

I got up and started taking my clothes off. Benjy pulled his shirt off, leaving himself naked. Then he knelt and helped me out of my pants. When I stretched out on the bed, he knew just what to do. He stuck his butt back up in my face and went straight for my cock like a pup for a bone. I tongued his hole and probed it with a finger. He was beginning to relax. Meanwhile, my cock was getting harder by the minute because of his eager mouth.

"You've got a pretty hole, boy," I said.

"Thank you, Daddy," he replied. "It's your hole, and only yours."

"That's right, baby," I growled. "This pretty pink hole belongs to Daddy. Make it wink at me."

Benjy laughed and made his hole twitch so that it looked like it was winking at me. "I think this little hole wants something," I said. "I wonder what it wants?"

"It wants daddy-dick!" Benjy yelled.

I licked it a few more times and made sure to lube his butt with as much spit as I could. Then I completed the deed by using my thumb to scoop the precum off the tip of his cock and rub it into his hole. He gasped when I touched the head, and he moaned when I pressed my thumb inside him. I reached down to collect my own precum so I could slick up my cock. Then I turned him around and pulled his cheeks apart. I slowly lowered him onto my dick.

"Yes, Daddy, yes!" he shouted. When his butt hit my pubes, he started bouncing on my cock. The boy knew what he wanted. I rested my hands on his hips and let him do the work.

"Am I doing it right, Daddy?" he asked. "Are you going to cum?"

"You're doing fine, baby boy," I said. "Daddy's not going to cum until you do. A good daddy always makes sure his boy cums first."

"Thank you, Daddy!" he shouted, and he started bouncing harder. He had to keep his legs flexed, so after he’d squatted for a while, I decided to take pity on his poor thigh muscles. Benjy often pushed himself too hard and then felt the pain later.  And judging from the look on his face, he still hadn’t managed to get the angle right to hit his prostate. I pulled him down and then positioned my knees to support him at the correct angle. Then I guided him up and down, his back resting on my knees while he rose and fell. His eyes grew wide, and his breathing grew shallow.

"Does that feel better, son?" I asked.

"Yes, Daddy," he said, with a slight whimper in his voice. "That's it. I couldn't find it."

I guided him slow and steady. I'd been ready to blow for a while now, and I was holding on by sheer willpower. Then he came. His load shot up over my belly and onto his chest. His little dick was jumping around spraying everything, and his ass bit down hard on my cock. I spilled inside his warm hole.

"Daddy's breeding you now, boy," I said. "If you were a bitch, you'd be pregnant with my cubs."

Benjy dutifully cleaned my cock with his mouth, then crawled up next to me and snuggled into the crook of my arm. His fingers toyed with my chest hair. "I am your little bitch, Daddy," he said, "but I'm a boy bitch and I can't give you cubs. I wish I could, but I don't want to be a girl."

I patted his head and kissed his forehead. "It's just sexy talk, Benjy," I said. "I don't want you to be a girl either. If you were a girl, I wouldn't be in love with your little pink boy hole."

We lay there for a while and then I noticed that Benjy had fallen asleep. I took a nap too, with my little cub in my arms.

 

Drew

After Professor Thorne’s Council meeting, Zeno and I went back to my room. Simon was there finishing some homework. He perked up when he saw Zeno. And Zeno being Zeno, he put on a show of flexing and bending, but he made it seem natural. Simon's eyes followed him around the room.

"Simon, this is Zeno Schiller," I said. "He's Dawn's brother, and he's the alpha in charge of Wolf House. Zeno, this is Simon Carter, our newest alpha in Severan Pack."

"Pleased to meet you, Simon," Zeno growled. "You should come see me sometime. I work at the Blue Room."

I punched Zeno playfully in the arm and said, "Stop it, Zeno. Simon's not old enough to get into a bar, let alone a strip bar."

"Sorry," he said. "I'll have to give you a private dance sometime, or you could come out to Wolf House any night I'm there. I can't help it. Whenever I hear music, I start taking my clothes off. Elevators are hell for me."

Simon's sour face took on a smile. "I could put some music on," he suggested.

"Not yet," I said. "I've got to use the shower."

"Don't forget to douche that fine ass of yours," Zeno said. "And what about you Simon? Drew told me about your bet. Have you bothered to clean yourself out?"

Simon shook his head.

"You're up after Drew then," Zeno said. He sat down next to Simon and put his arm around him. "Don't worry, you're not getting fucked by me – unless you want to. Drew's going to take your ass, and I'm going to take his. It'll be a train, or a san-drew-ch."

Simon said, "We can do a circle, if I get to fuck you afterward."

Zeno leaned in, sniffed him, and let out a growl. "You smell good boy, but Xav said no fucking for you."

He saw the look on Simon's face and said, "Don't get pissed off. Didn't you know that Xav's the big boss. We all jump to his tune because he's smarter than we are, and he understands things we don't even know are there to understand in the first place. Besides, I'm going to talk him into letting me ride your cock sometime soon. Trust me."

I had to close this off before it got out of hand. Simon had been off kilter since he got Xav's instructions, and Zeno liked to show his own dominance by getting tops (alpha or beta) to bang him hard. In some ways he was like a reverse Simon.

"We don't have to do this now if you don't want to, Simon," I said. "Zeno's being pushy because he doesn't want to let me enjoy your butt without him having his dick in my ass at the same time. He's about 90% bottom, but he's obsessed with my butt."

"Do you blame me, bro?" Zeno asked. "I was 100% bottom before I met you."

"It can be just you and me, after I send this horndog home," I said, jerking a thumb in Zeno’s direction.

Simon thought about it for a minute, then he replied, "I think I want to do it now, but I want to see Zeno dance before we do."

"Sure thing," Zeno said. "I can't strip in these pants, so I'm going to root through Drew's stuff while he's cleaning up. But the big question is, who do you want to help you clean up the basement, me or Drew?"

"No offense, but I'd rather do it alone," Simon replied. “It’s not like I’ve never done it before.”

I sent Simon first so I could chat with Zeno for a bit. He was lounging on my bed, so I took the chair. I asked, “What do you think of Simon?”

Zeno inhaled sharply and replied, “He’s strung out right now. I can tell that much from his body language. And he does not like being told what to do. He resents Xav’s interference in his sex life, and I don’t blame him. He’s what eighteen, nineteen? He’s at college, surrounded by hot guys, and he has a new wolf spirit inside him, pushing him. What alpha wants to be told who to fuck and when?”

He had a point. Xav seemed insistent on this issue, so I couldn’t really disagree with his plan. We were walking a dangerous line. I nodded and replied, “You’re right, but there’s not much we can do about it. I just have to watch him. He’s keeping his resistance quiet now, but it could get worse. Did you smell the beta boy on him?”

Zeno smiled, “Mm-hm. Which one was it?”

“That was Conor Tighe, a good-looking redhead. He was a skinny boy last year.”

“Yeah, I remember him now. He wasn’t much on my radar.”

I laughed. “He wouldn’t have been. You always pay more attention to the beta tops than the beta bottoms. He’s rooming with Kevin McNeil.”

Zeno smiled. “Him I remember clearly.”

“Of course, you’d remember the beta top.”

Xeno sighed. “Kevin prefers girls.”

“You're an alpha, boy! Just take him if you want him,” I teased.

Zeno laughed. “I do not need to order anyone to fuck me.”

When Simon came out of the room, Zeno bolted off the bed. “Sorry, I need to jump ahead of you. I’ve got to piss.”

He ran into the bathroom and Simon started styling his hair. I turned the chair so I could talk to him more clearly. “Well, what do you think?”

Simon asked, “Zeno? He's weird, you know, but I like him."

"Good," I said. "Aside from my brother, Zeno's my best friend. He was the one who figured out how each of us alphas, and the betas as a whole, were feeling about Cromwell and his cronies. He’s very empathetic, and with everything that was going on in the pack, he and Dawn were really the only ones bothering to pay much attention to the betas. In the end it was Zeno’s idea to overthrow Cromwell. He was the heart of the movement.”

Simon asked, “Then why didn’t he fight Cromwell? Why you?”

I didn’t want to sound too arrogant, so I had to think about it for a moment. “Zeno and Dawn both had a better feel for how the betas would react, but neither of them was able to take Cromwell alone. Darren is clearly the better fighter, but I’m more… I don’t want to say that I’m more alpha, so I’m going to say that people follow me more readily.”

Simon said, “It’s called charisma, Drew, or, possibly more appropriate for this situation, animal magnetism. You have it in abundance. People just follow you.”

“Sure. I’ll take that. In the end it had to come down to just me and Cromwell though. That’s an inviolable law of the pack,” I explained.

“So, you did beat him in a one-on-one fight,” Simon concluded.

“Yep. It was just me and him. Of course, Darren and Zeno gave me hell in private for letting him go instead of killing him,” I added.

The thing I couldn’t tell him, the thing I’d told no one except for Xav and Zeno, was that I’d cheated. I hadn’t wanted to, and I’d tried to rely on the fact that we were smarter than Cromwell. We knew that his people would interfere by threatening our people to distract me, so Darren and Meghan put some of Cromwell’s cronies out of commission before the full moon. Also, it wasn’t too great a secret that Sebastian had used his powers of divination to provide intelligence on Cromwell’s people. None of that was a violation of pack law.

No, what was forbidden was the other help Sebastian had given me. While divining the information we’d asked for, he went a step further and he’d seen me losing most of the scenarios. We all knew I had to win for the sake of everyone. That’s why I allowed Sebastian to put a protective ward on me to deflect some of the damage Cromwell would do. And then, because Cromwell was so much bigger and more experienced than me, I accepted a luck spell. I could feel it helping me in little ways throughout the fight. Cromwell tripping on a rock that happened to be in the just the right place; me stumbling in such a way that Cromwell barely missed ripping my throat out when I was staggering away; the clouds parting allowing a single bright ray of moonlight to shine on me at the right moment so that the betas took it as a sign and started howling in my favor. And still it was close.

Suddenly Simon changed the subject. "Will Xav let me fuck Zeno? Zeno thinks he will."

The way Simon’s mind snapped back to sex so quickly made me nervous. He shouldn’t have been so fixated on it, not even in this scenario where we were getting ready to do it. Even if his wolf spirit had manifested, it was the waning moon. Its influence should have been waning as well.

"Zeno thinks he can do a lot of things that he can't," I replied. "But maybe he can convince Xav on this issue. You must understand that sometimes when Xav is explaining things I just nod my head and agree with him and do what he wants. Zeno wasn't wrong in saying that Xav sees more clearly than any of us. But the way Xav explained it to me... I'm not going to try and restate Xav's reasons. I'll get them twisted into nonsense. Having sex with Zeno is different, but similar in some ways, to having sex with Xav – from what I understand. Xav is my brother and we've never done anything like that because it would be weird. It's similar because Xav will bottom, but he's still in charge. It's strange. I've taken a dick a few times, as you well know, but I've never felt so relaxed, without care and responsibility, as I do when I'm topping Zeno. I can't explain it, but I recommend it."

"You won't get jealous?" Simon asked.

I replied, "Getting jealous of Zeno is almost as pointless as getting jealous of Xav. I don't own him. He does what he wants."

Simon gave me an impish smile. “So, I heard that Zeno was Dawn’s sister. How does that work? As pack leader you get two alpha consorts, one attractive woman and one smoking hot dude?”

I sighed. “It’s very complicated. I was with Zeno first, but he wasn’t looking for anything serious. Since all us rebels were younger than typical pack leaders, we decided to give the betas a two for one deal. They wouldn’t have accepted a split leadership between me and Zeno, but they were fine with me and Dawn. They saw us as a pack daddy and a pack mama. They felt comfortable with both of us in charge, so long as she remained subordinate to me. And then Xav became the third as the spiritual leader.”

“So, Dawn and you aren’t in love?”

I shook my head. “I could fall in love with her, but she never stops reminding me that she’s not in love with me and I’m not in love with her. We're mostly together for the pack.”

Zeno came out of the bathroom, and I got up to take his place.  Zeno said, "Good, go clean up, while I get ready to dance. And I know you haven't changed any of your passwords, Drew, so I'm going to look through all your private email while you're out of the room."

"You'll see naked pictures of your sister," I warned him. I knew he wasn't really going to invade my privacy; we just had a weird relationship. No one understood except for Dawn, and she just rolled her eyes at us.

I went into the bathroom to clean myself up and when I got back in the room, Zeno was wearing a pair of my sweatpants and an open cowboy style shirt over his smooth bare chest. His pecs were more defined than mine. He made me feel dumpy and I hated him in a totally I'm a jealous bitch sort of way.

We sat side by side on the bed like it was a bench. Zeno had logged me out of my account on my computer and logged himself in. He was playing a heavily syncopated dance list. I loved to watch him move. It was like his pelvis and his abdomen moved in different directions. Normally Zeno danced in something sexy, but seeing him dance in gray sweats, it made me think that he could make anything sexy. He slowly stripped off his shirt (my shirt), teasing it over his shoulders and back up before throwing it at Simon. Then he gyrated his hips and thrust his crotch at us, then slowly teased the sweats down. My ears turned red when I saw what he was wearing. Slowly he revealed the silver sparkly shorts underneath. Zeno had left them last year and I'd kept them. Sometimes I held them to my face when I masturbated.

When he'd worked the sweats down far enough, he slipped out of them and flipped them at me with his foot. Then he was wearing only the small silver shorts. We could see the outline of his package pressing against the fabric. He squatted over my lap and ground his hips, barely brushing my cock with his ass, then he moved on to Simon and gave him a lap dance as well. While he was dancing, he took Simon's hands and put them on the sides of shorts and mimed pulling them.

When Simon pulled the shorts, they unsnapped and came off in his hand, leaving Zeno dancing on his lap in a silver mesh thong. His semi-hard cock filled the pouch completely. He danced his way back to me in the thong then went back to Simon and put his hands on the straps. Simon smiled and pulled. The whole thing came apart and Zeno's sizable dick flopped out. It stiffened and Zeno made it dance for us. We were both giving wolf-whistles when the song stopped.

Zeno picked up the silver shorts and the thong. "Anything else of mine that you kept?" he asked.

I opened my gym bag, pulled out a small, opaque plastic carrier and threw it at him. Inside was an old jock. "You can have it back," I said. "It doesn't smell like you anymore."

Zeno caught the jock and threw it back, laughing. “You took it and sniffed all my intoxicating scent out, leaving it soaked in your wolf slobber. You clean it before giving it back.”

I caught it and tossed it into my hamper. “What’s next?”

Zeno strutted over and took Simon’s hands. “Drew is unadventurous, so he’s never been in a threesome before. You need to move your pretty alpha twink booty up on the bed. A big cock goes in a little easier in this position.”

He helped Simon onto the bed and guided his hands and knees into the right position. Then he ushered me into position and said, “Get his little hole ready.”

I knelt behind Simon and ran my hands over his back. He was a handsome guy, with skin the color of chocolate milk. His ring was just a shade darker than his cheeks. I stretched out my tongue and licked his hole. He almost jumped through the roof.

"Damn that's good!" he cried.

 Zeno asked, “Did none of those boys you exchanged fucks with back in high school bother to eat your butt first?”

Simon moaned, “Fuck no! They didn’t. They just fingered me with lube.”

I paused for a moment and said, “Selfish fuckers! Lube is good, but you can make an ass receptive without if you're willing to work for it. Since you’re so tight, we may need some, but we’ll see.”

 I knew it was going to take some work to loosen him up, so I got right to it, running my tongue along the ring, then teasing it inside. That's when I felt Zeno’s tongue in my own hole. Damn, I'd missed that. The hardest part of this sandwich Zeno was building was that I couldn't give my whole attention to Simon, like I felt he deserved. Zeno was right, his small hole was incredibly tight. So, I did my best to throw all of my focus into relaxing him as much as possible. I knew that Zeno would wait for me to give the signal.

I worked my tongue inside him, a millimeter at a time. I was amazed, but it was like magic. There was resistance until suddenly there wasn't, and he opened for me. I licked him some more to make sure it wasn't a false start, then I slid a well-lubed finger inside. He stayed open, so I worked the finger in and out, then I slid my middle finger in next to the first. He groaned. That was probably the girth of his high school boyfriends.

I stroked his g-spot, turning his groans into moans. I stretched him, then applied a generous amount of lube and stretched him again. "Damn, Drew, that feels amazing… but also kinda painful at the same time," Simon exclaimed.

I worked two fingers from each hand into his hole and started to stretch his ass lips apart. Then I lubed my cock and lined it up with his ass. When I pushed into him, he screamed a little, then turned it into a grimace. "Keep going, Drew, I can handle it," he said.

"You're doing great, Simon," I said. "I'm almost in."

"Almost?" he asked. "It feels like you're ripping me apart!"

I chuckled at him. "A few more inches, Simon, push out."

He tried and I pushed further in. When he cried out, I let it sit until he adjusted, then pushed inside him again. I could tell that he was uncomfortable. I had been uncomfortable when he'd gotten inside me as well. Zeno was still fingering my ass. I guessed he didn't want to distract me yet.

Once he stopped groaning, I pulled out a little and rubbed some more spit on my dick and then thrust inside in a single push. "Dammit! Drew," he cried, "that fucking hurt!"

"I know, alpha stud," I said, "but you can handle it. I'm in now. Let's wait a bit and let the pain recede, then I'll make you feel good."

I waited for a few moments then started fucking him in a slow rhythm. Zeno put a hand on my hips when I was all the way inside Simon. When I stopped, he slid inside me. "Now we're making a Janowski sandwich," he said.

It was strange both fucking and getting fucked at the same time. But Zeno had the most difficult position. I couldn't pull back far enough to fall out of Simon's ass with Zeno pressing against me, but he was at the mercy of my own hips. Whenever I moved too quickly, he had to shift position to keep up with me, but he could move his hips with more precision than I could, so I knew I didn’t have to worry too much.

The fact was, I'd been hoping to get inside Simon for a while now, which meant I wasn't going to last long. His ass was tight, warm and soft, and my cock was ready to explode. I let my hand slide down to touch Simon's cock. It was only semi-hard, so I fondled him. It didn't take long for him to become fully erect. I stroked him gently, while making sure to hit his g-spot with every stroke. Soon he was moaning with pleasure and his cock was rock hard.

"I'm trying, Simon," I said. "I'm trying to hold back until you cum, but you're so fucking sexy that I'm about to blow. Cum for me, stud boy."

With another couple of strokes, Simon roared "I'm cumming! Fuck that cock feels good in my ass while I'm cumming. Hell yes!"

With what felt like Simon's permission, I let myself cum. In truth, I couldn't hold it back much longer anyway. As my ass clamped down on Zeno's cock, he came inside me.

Then we pulled apart and Simon sucked my cock, while I sucked Zeno's. Not wanting to feel left out, Zeno took Simon's cock in his mouth. Once all the cum had been licked from our bodies, we fell into a heap on the floor.

 

Simon

Having Drew inside me was an interesting experience, but I wasn't sure that I wanted to repeat it. It had hurt and it had felt good, all at the same time. Cumming with a cock in my ass somehow made me feel less manly, and I'd had a few years to construct my image of myself as a top. I was proud of being gay, but I'd never been one to chase cock. I was an ass man. Twinks were okay, but it was the meatier and more muscular jock butts that drove me wild.

I went to the library to finish some homework, because I hated not doing well in a class. I had not earned anything less than an A in my senior year, and hadn't ever earned anything less than a B. I'd sworn that I would graduate college with a 4.0, and that meant a lot of work. I also had to meet up with Darren for another run. This time he'd brought a half dozen beta boys with him, including Benjy and Conor. I could tell which beta boys were looking to attract a male alpha by their running clothes. Benjy was wearing what looked like boy's pajama shorts to me, very thin and barely coming below his butt cheeks. Conor was wearing a pair of silky running shorts, the kind that barely covered anything and had built-in panties. Kevin McNeil on the other hand had sweat shorts that came down to mid-thigh. The other three guys were dressed similarly to Kevin. Darren of course wore sweatpants that covered everything.

"We're going to be running for health today, boys," Darren said. "It's not a race, except against yourself. Anyone who pulls ahead of me will owe me more laps when we're done."

I knew he was trying to get me to exercise without competing, thanks to Xav's inane plan to "tame my wolf spirit". I thought it was stupid, but I wasn't going to rock the boat. No physical competition, and no fucking. I'd play along in public because I didn't want to fight with Drew and Darren, but in private I was going to do what I wanted. It was still my plan to fuck Conor tonight, and his tight ass in those shorts made me want to do it here in front of everyone.

"We're doing two miles today," Darren said, "so pace yourselves. Wolves and humans are cursorial hunters, not fast chasers like cheetahs, but slow endurance chasers who can run down faster prey by outlasting them. That's why it's not about speed, but about pacing."

We followed him around the long track, but I was an alpha and I wasn't going to run behind anyone. I didn't pull in front of Darren, but I kept next to him. The betas fell in behind us. Even Benjy managed to keep pace, although he started whining about halfway through the run, and at the end Darren put him on his back. I liked Benjy, despite his annoying behavior, but I wondered if Darren was doing him any favors with all the special treatment. He was never going to grow up if every time he whined, Darren gave in and coddled him.

Once we'd run our two miles, Darren surprised us by announcing that we were going to continue running the trailhead to the 1.5-mile marker then walking to the spirit rock. That elicited a groan from some of the beta boys who were near exhaustion, but I was determined not to let my dissatisfaction show. Kevin and Conor made no complaint either.

The 1.5-mile marker was the place where the Arcadia trailhead split into the eastern loop trail and the "long trail" that went off to the northeast. We headed just a little west of north. It was another mile walk to the spirit rock. I could feel the spirit guardians in the area, but they weren't warning us away. Mundanes who came into this area would feel uneasy and anxious until they left, but they wouldn't know why.

Ever since I’d been with Xav, I was getting a strange feeling when spirits were near. I couldn’t see them like he could, but it was like a prickling at the back of my neck, and I could sense my wolf spirit growing alert, like it was torn between wanting to play with them and wanting to keep them at bay to protect me.

When we arrived at the clearing, I was surprised to see Xav in a tree, climbing from branch to branch. Darren called out to him, but he didn't come down. There was a rustling wind that stirred through the trees and carried Xav's voice to our ears. "Someone has been here and planted electronic surveillance devices. I'm removing them now."

The beta’s started mumbling and looking around. Everyone remembered the ambush the hunters had prepared for us in this spot. Darren gave a low growl for attention and motioned for everyone to crouch down. “Form a circle and look outward. Keep watch,” he growled.

As the betas formed a circle, Darren moved to the edge of the clearing. I followed him.  He didn’t seem to mind. At least, he didn’t tell me to go back. We walked the perimeter of the clearing. I asked, “What are you looking for?”

He gave me a hand sign to keep quiet. Then he whispered, “I’m looking for animal tracks. Foxes or dogs would be best, but I think they avoid this clearing because the pack comes here so often.”

He stopped suddenly, unturned his head, like he was listening for something. I tried to hear what he was listening to. I whispered, “Wolf?”

Darren shook his head. “No wolves in Ohio. I hear fucking squirrels. Go back and be prepared to coordinate the betas. I’ll try to make sense of what the squirrels may have seen.”

“Squirrels?” I whispered.

He gave me a determined look and gestured toward the circle. I took the hint and headed back toward the betas. Some of them had grabbed branches or rocks. It was the waning moon and most of them couldn’t draw on their wolf spirits for power, so they were as helpless as mundanes. They looked at me with a combination of respect and fear.  Respect because they knew I was an alpha, but fear because they knew that I hadn’t changed yet.

Darren joined me and called up to Xav. “It’s clear. The men who put those up were last here two days ago.”

Darren cleared his throat and spoke to the betas. "Take a seat in front of the spirit rock, boys. We're going to wait for Xav to finish up before he joins us."

Everyone sat down, except for Kevin and Conor who were stretching. They were both athletic, so I decided to join them. Benjy stretched out on the ground and seemed fascinated watching some beetles crawl through the grass. Darren nodded approval at me, Kevin, and Conor, but he didn't join us. I had the impression that a three-and-a-half-mile run didn't faze him. That was surprising to me because he didn't look like he was in shape.

When Xav was satisfied that there were no more devices in the trees, he stepped off the branch and fell gently to the ground, supported by the wind. The betas started clapping. Since Darren was standing to one side, I decided to stand as well. I wasn't going to be sitting with the betas if the other alphas were standing.

Xav addressed the crowd in his calm voice, saying, "Thank you for coming today. Darren has asked me to talk to you about your wolf spirits. Two of you are adopted members of the clan," he pointed to me and one of the betas named Hugh. "The remainder of you were born into the clan, but you may not have already heard the information I'm going to give you today. Just be patient if you already know what I have to say."

Some of the guys seemed very interested, but even those who hadn't sat up a little straighter were paying attention to his words. Even Benjy stopped following the beetles. "How many of you came from packs with a spirit talker?"

Conor's hand went up and so did Benjy's, but none of the others responded. Xav nodded. "That's not surprising," he said. "Most packs these days don't have anyone to guide them spiritually. The first thing you should know is that we skinchangers are who we are because we have two spirits within us. Over time, if you work at it, your two spirits will meld into one. If not, there will be a continual struggle between these two forces.

"For those who are interested, I will hold training sessions to help you attain this state of balance. There may even be among you some who have the potential to learn the art of spirit talking."

As Xav spoke, his wolf spirit manifested around him. It was barely visible, as a nimbus more than a solid form, but a sense of power radiated from him that caused all our wolf spirits to howl within us. "Our human spirit enters us before we are born, but the wolf spirit enters us through association with others who have wolf spirits. For the two of you who are new to the tribe, your spirits came to you through the bite of an alpha skinchanger.

"But the most important thing to remember is that all our spirits come from the same source, the deepest regions of the spirit plane. We call them wolf spirits, but they are not really wolves. They are spirits with a superficial resemblance to wolves. That's why our culture doesn't resemble wolf culture in many aspects. We are drawn together into packs in the same way as wolves and we assume a wolf-like appearance. Individual wolf-spirits may be more wolf-like than others.

"And you can learn to draw upon the spirit to assume more attributes than the most basic that we all share. Darren for example can speak with wolves, but not just wolves. He can speak with many animals. In fact it was because of this talent that we know when the hunters were last here. That information came from the squirrels.” Some of the betas looked confused, as if this was a joke. “Yes, squirrels. However, the more wolf-like they are, the easier it is for him. It’s our connection to nature that makes us powerful, not to disembodied power sources like the mages or to bodily fluids like the vampires. Do you want to see more?"

Everyone was nodding yes at this point. Darren held out his hands and shifted only them, not his whole body, so that they were hairy and had long claws on the end. He walked around the circle and let everyone examine them. "Drew isn't here," Xav continued, "but he can use all his sharpened wolf senses in his human form, usually even during the new moon. And Meghan can resist damage from everything but silver, even in her human form. There's more, but the main point is that you can learn to do these things, if you want to and are willing to apply yourselves."

Then Xav opened the floor for questions. One of the boys asked a question about bottoming and Xav encouraged him to speak to him Sunday at the gather. But most guys asked more pertinent questions for the forum.

"Can you spread lycanthropy through sex?"

"No," Xav said, "not unless you're an alpha, the moon is right, and you bite your partner."

"Why are wererats our worst enemy?"

"They don't have to be, but they're the other tribe of skinchangers who form organized packs, so we fight with them a lot."

"Can you be a vegetarian and werewolf?"

"Yes, but your wolf-spirit won't be very happy."

"Can a beta become an alpha?"

"Under very rare circumstances, yes."

"Why can't we turn into wolf-men like in the movies?"

"You can, but it's not easy to learn."

"How can I learn to be a spirit-talker?"

"Start coming to my house for spirit training."

And the question that ended it all was, "Is there a connection between the tribes?"

Xav became very serious. "We are all one people. For too many generations, the wolves, the pumas, the raptors, the rats and all the tribes have been fighting among each other, but we should stand together. It's our division that makes us vulnerable to destruction by vampires and domination by mages."

Then his voice became almost a conspiratorial whisper, "And any skinchanger can learn to draw powers from the World Spirit directly, taking on abilities that are normally reserved for another tribe."

He ended his speech by shifting, not into a wolf, but into a large raven the size of a condor and flying into the sky. He circled overhead and then landed as a wolf before assuming his human form again. The guys were all clapping and talking over one another. But then Xav's wolf spirit manifested and a wave of power rolled over the clearing, bringing silence.

"This is a deep secret that most spirit talkers don't reveal to outsiders," he said. "So, it's important that you don't spread it around to those outside of our pack."

When Xav finished, Darren stood up and said, "This information will come out again at the gather, but you're my responsibility and I'm..."

"You're the wolf-daddy, sir!" Lalo shouted. Everyone laughed, but he said, "Even some of the mage boys call you that."

"Fine," he said. "I'm your wolf-daddy, and I look out for my boys. I want you to be aware that you need to be careful right now. There are hunters looking for us. Don't panic, but I want you to stay with a partner as much as possible. The mages are also being hunted, and someone tried to take out Nico the other day. And they knew about his vulnerabilities."

"I saved him!" Benjy shouted, making the other boys laugh.

But Darren cut them off. "He's right. He saved Nico from a beating at the least, but more likely from death. No matter what you may have learned from your home packs, here at Severan College, we are working with the mages, and the other skinchangers if we can find them. They hide from us because we werewolves have persecuted them over the centuries. So, we're not going to do that. If I hear of you tormenting another skinchanger, I'll show you what torment means."

"Yes, sir!" they all shouted, except for Benjy and Lalo, who shouted, "Yes, wolf-daddy!"

We were breaking up our meeting to go back to campus when a group of female betas, led by Dawn, came into the clearing. They were tired and sweaty as well, so they must have been training like we were. Xav said, “Ah the girls are here, so our time is up.”

Dawn came up to Darren and said, “I hope we’re not early. I don’t want to drive you guys out before you’ve finished your many very fancy speeches.”

Darren shook his head. “Nah. We were done. I don’t know why we don’t just do these things together, put the boys and girls together. It’ll be the same thing when Xav gets out to Wolf House.”

She laughed and looked at me when she spoke. “Mark this down on your calendar, Simon. Darren is asking radical questions today.”

I threw my hands up and said, “Okay, I will, but why is it such a radical idea?”

Dawn replied. “Traditionally, we’ve always kept training separated by sex. I don’t know if any questions about the connection between the body and the wolf spirit came up in your meeting, but the girls definitely have some. The wolf spirit affects every biological process and cycle in your body. And most packs don’t have a spirit talker to tell them the truth. You’d be surprised at the nonsense they’re told back home.”

Darren chuckled, “Most of the boys don’t get that curious, but just like in the mundane world, girls are forced to be aware once they start menstruating. And because males don’t tend to be as aware of their body’s cycles the way females are, they need a stronger hand to guide them.”

I finally understood. “So you don’t want the girls to feel embarrassed to ask questions in front of the boys. And you don’t want the girls to feel like they are being spoken down to.”

I got it, but suddenly my mind was full of questions about the affect the wolf spirit had on sexuality, libido, even fucking sperm count. If I really was going to be an alpha in this pack, that was something I was going to change. I had respect for Xav, but he was so focused on the higher spiritual elements of our existence that he wasn’t thinking of those things. We needed a base curriculum that covered the important material before we ever started the question-and-answer session.

 

Lew Muller

Having Zeno back was going to be great. He was the most fun of the alphas in the pack, he liked my poetry, and he was the only alpha bottom I knew aside from Xav. I didn't even know that was a thing until I came to Severan. Having him at Wolf House was going to be good, especially with the new wolves who'd shown up. Some of them seemed a little shifty and Aidan Stringer was always hanging with them. With no alpha in charge, Wolf House was in confusion. Darren had asked me to keep an eye on things for him until Zeno returned. That was one reason he'd wanted me to move here.

As soon as Drew and Zeno had left, Aidan had gotten together with Chuck and Delia, their heads together in quiet conversation, then they'd left in Delia's Honda. I didn't put anything down on paper, I’d learned that a little paranoia can go a long way when you’re a lowkey spy, so I had created an online file I could get to from my phone that held everything. I'd shared it with Darren, but I hadn't had a chance to get Zeno's contact information yet. In addition to Chuck, Delia and Aidan, there was Stella, Wilma, and Ira. And those three had been watching me all day.

And one of them always kept me in sight. I hadn't even taken the time to put the departure of Aidan and his friends into the file because I didn't want them to see me doing it. I could fight, if necessary, but I wasn't all that great at it. I'd prefer to handle this without resorting to violence. That was when Inga and Sammy Martinez came into the living room. Stella, who was sitting with her phone out, sat up to pay attention. Inga and Sammy were both five foot eight inches tall, with round features and dark olive skin tone. She was an alpha with a curvaceous figure, but Sammy was a beta with a square, muscular build. They walked toward me and sat on the couch.

"Good morning, Lew," Inga said. "Zeno told me that I should check with you about the residents here at Wolf House. At the gather, we'll be sworn into the pack, and then I'll be helping Zeno to run this place, so I'm trying to get familiar with the people."

"I'll start with the betas," I said, pulling out my phone to check my notes. "There are the three that came in with you, of course, Sammy, Ivan, and Chase. Then there are those who've been here a while, Willie, Aidan, Delia, Chuck, Sue, and Ellen. I was recently in the dorm on campus, so I guess I'm new. Then there are those who are new to town, Ira, Wilma, Stella over there, Shelby, and Scarlet. That's twelve betas. As for alphas, it's just Zeno, Naomi, and you. That brings us up to sixteen total. We have four bedrooms here in the house and a dozen apartments in the surrounding buildings, meaning we have no room available for visitors unless we make the betas double up."

"And how many are combat trained?" she asked.

I shook my head, sorry to disappoint her. "I don't know ma'am. We'll have to ask."

"That's okay," she said. "We'll need to set the barn up as a training area. Everyone will get some instruction, starting next week. We'll also need to order a large pavilion to hide anything we need to do outside. I have a list of other things we'll need."

I pursed my lips and said, "I'll tell Shelby. She's been handling expenses, but I'm not sure which alpha Zeno will put in charge of finances."

She sat back and asked, "Who handles meal planning?"

"Most people just buy their own food and prepare it whenever they want to eat," I replied.

"That's not efficient and everyone is probably getting into everyone else's food," she said. Then she looked at her brother and said, "You'll oversee meals from now on. Get us a meal plan starting next week. Figure us a budget so we can determine how much everyone will have to pay. It'll be cheaper for everyone to pool resources."

Hearing Inga take charge made me glad that there were alphas here at last. The betas would fall in line once an alpha started giving orders, but no beta wanted to take orders from another beta. I hadn't realized how much stress I'd been under operating here without an alpha. I breathed a sigh of relief.

 

Simon

I'd been looking for Ethan, but he still hadn't gone back to his room. When I finally saw him, he was with Sebastian and the two of them were walking like lovers. Sebastian had his arm around Ethan and the golden boy was leaning his head against his chest. My wolf spirit was raging inside me, and I was flushed with anger as I saw them go into Sebastian's room. Sebastian's hand slid down to his lower back and guided him through the door.

I stormed into my room and saw Drew working on something on his computer. I slammed the door behind me, and Drew turned around to look at me. "What the fuck did you do, Drew?" I demanded.

Drew remained calm. "What do you mean, Simon? What did I do?" he asked.

"Ethan!" I yelled. "You took him and gave him to Sebastian. I found him. I chased him down and I caught him. He wasn't yours. He was mine! And you just gave him away. Now Sebastian has his hands all over him."

Drew remained calm, but he stood up. "He wasn't yours Simon. He's his own person and he belongs with the mages. If he wants Sebastian, good for him. Sebastian is a good guy."

"He doesn't want Sebastian!" I yelled. "He was mine. I had him and you stole him and gave him away like he was yours."

"Have you finished?" he asked, with an even tone in his voice, "because I've indulged you long enough. Unless you're challenging my leadership, you'd better watch your tone."

"FUCK YOU, DREW," I yelled. "You can't steal from me like that."

That's when he punched me in the face. I'd been hit in the past, before my moms had changed my school, but Drew hit me harder and with more skill than anyone had hit me before, even harder than Kyle had.

"You're an alpha, boy," he growled at me. "You'd better start acting like one. I'm your pack leader. Unless you intend to call me out, you'd better keep a respectful tone in your voice, or I will beat you until you do."

"You're as bad as Kyle ever was," I said. I knew it wasn't true, but I couldn't stop myself. I was raging inside. My wolf-spirit was snarling and growling, and I couldn't think straight.

"You don't mean that," he said. "And I can see now that Xav was right. You're unbalanced, and it's getting worse. You're a member of this pack and behaving like this destroys the unity of the pack. I can't tolerate this kind of behavior from anyone, especially not another alpha. If you were Dawn, Zeno, Meghan, or Darren, I'd have to do the same thing. A pack isn't a God damned democracy. There's one leader and in this pack that's me. Don't mistake my kindness and compassion for weakness."

I wanted to apologize, but I couldn't stop myself from digging in deeper. "Darren would kick your ass, if you tried something with him!" I yelled.

"Probably," he said, "but he wouldn't try it because he values the tribe over his own selfishness. Tomorrow is the gather. You will have to consider what you want. You can submit to me as your pack leader; you can leave our territory completely or you can challenge me. If you challenge me, I will kick your ass, then exile you. You won't be allowed within 100 miles of the pack."

"I'll go to the police!" I shouted. Now my wolf-spirit was cringing inside me, like it was embarrassed by my response.

I'd thought Drew was angry before, but I was wrong. He grabbed me by the collar and pulled my face close to his. "If you ever threaten to betray the pack, I'll beat you to unconsciousness and have Xav rip the wolf spirit out of you. Your wolf-spirit will be send back to the spirit plane. If you survive the process, you'll be lucky to ever recover your wits. You may be an alpha by nature, but from this moment, you've lost alpha privileges in this pack. I will reconsider my decision when your wolf spirit manifests and then every moon thereafter, but you won't get your position back until Xav tells me that your spirit has been balanced."

I'd crossed a line. I knew that my wolf-spirit had driven me to anger because Drew had stolen my rightful prey. It wouldn't let me back down, but even it had been disgusted at my threat. I still thought too much like a mundane. I was sick to my stomach. It was the oath I'd sworn to protect the secret of the existence of the magical world. Mom Chrissy and I had been forced to swear before the Conclave would allow Marty to be trained at home. My anger had driven me to threaten to reveal it to the police. If I followed through on that threat, I could die. Magical oaths were enforceable by the magic itself.

"I'm sorry, Drew," I said. "I couldn't control my anger. I didn't mean it."

Drew looked at me with pity but shook his head. "It doesn't matter at this point," he said. "What's done is done, and the pack leader's word is the law of the pack. You can't talk your way out of the consequences. You must show me. If it's any consolation, I'll be taking submissions from the whole pack at the gather. All the alphas, even you, will submit individually and the betas will submit as a group. We have too many new wolves in the pack. It needs to happen now."

"Yes, Drew," I said. I felt like shit, but my wolf was still angry with him.

"Two more things," he said. "First, promise me that you will follow Xav's plan to balance your wolf-spirit."

"I promise, Drew," I said, knowing that I wasn't going to give up sex until Xav said it was okay. I'd let the guys fuck me if that's what Xav demanded, but I wasn't going to stop fucking the boys. As far as I was concerned, that would be real balance.

"And the second thing is an order," he said. "You will stay away from Ethan. You won't even speak to him unless he speaks to you first. And if you do anything to undermine the amity between the pack and the mages, I will make sure that you regret it."

"Yes, sir," I said. I wasn't sure I could let it go. My wolf-spirit believed Ethan was mine, and I couldn't bring myself to argue with it.

 

Drew

I should have known that Xav was right. On spiritual matters he always was. I'd been hard on Simon, but by pack tradition I should have beaten him to unconsciousness. He would need to be watched. I'd check in with Darren later to bring him up to speed. I didn't really need this on top of everything else, but I had Zeno back and he'd brought two alphas with him who he trusted. That gave us nine. Just under thirty percent alphas was good. Most packs had ten to fifteen percent alphas. It was to be expected in a college town, but we were going to need it soon with the hunters gathering.

 

Simon

I decided that I didn't want to spend any more time in the room with Drew right now. I felt guilty about our fight, but he was angry with me. I could feel it. So, I showered and got dressed for my date with Conor. After the fight with Drew, short though it had been, I was getting horny. My wolf wanted to have some fun. I put on a pair of dark gray shorts and a white short-sleeve Henley. I wore a dark red vest over it and put on my gray deck shoes. I checked my bank account. My moms had promised me money to cover expenses, and they'd deposited $1000 for September. I had more than enough to cover dates and entertainment. Mom Tina had insisted that I not get a job. She'd said that college was my job. When I challenged her about needing money, she agreed that I should be paid for it, and had come up with a thousand dollars a month because it was like being paid minimum wage for a part time job.

"I'm going out," I said to Drew.

"Remember we have to be at the gather at Wolf House tomorrow at noon," he said.

I left without saying anything else and went straight to Conor's room. He was in and his roommate was out. He was wearing another pair of those shorts with the three-inch inseam. These were in dark blue. He wasn't wearing a shirt. He had a slender, but muscular build, with a round butt that was well displayed in those shorts. He was three inches taller than me, with pale skin and auburn hair. He had a few freckles across his back, but no hair there yet. His eyes were blue, not Xav's sapphire blue, but a paler shade. I was staring unabashedly.

"Do you like it?" he asked, running his hand up his abdomen. He had some good definition. "Do you think I should shave it?"

He had only a light dusting of hair on his chest and lower legs. I'd seen him naked earlier, and I knew that he had a short bush (probably trimmed) and a few barely visible on his cheeks. I ran a finger down his chest and said, "I like a little hair on a boy."

I pulled his shorts down in the back over his butt, then ran a finger between the cheeks, rubbing his hole and pressing inwards with my index finger. He moaned a little and he leaned forward to give me better access.

"I like it, beta boy," I said, pressing more firmly. "A little hair, but not too much. Have you ever had anyone in here?"

"I'm not a virgin, alpha sir," he replied, "but I don't give it up for everyone. I'm not collecting alphas. I haven't been with any of the others. I was with Aidan last year, but he turned into a total dick, and I dumped him."

"After dinner, I'm going to fuck you tonight," I said. "If you go out with me, it's going to happen. Do you still want to go out?"

He clenched his asshole then relaxed it suddenly, and I slid inside about half an inch. "I want to have dinner with you, and then I want you to fuck me. I haven't been with anyone that way since last year, but I cleaned myself up down there, just in case."

I pulled my finger out and sniffed it. He smelled clean, but sexy. I stuck it in my mouth. "Good enough to eat, beta boy," I said.

"Can we have dinner after, alpha sir?" he asked.

I grabbed him and spun him around, so his back was to the wall, and I kissed him. I wasn't gentle. I bit his lips and thrust my tongue inside his mouth. He melted into the kiss, submitting to me completely. Then I grabbed his shorts and yanked them down and let them fall to his ankles. He stepped out of them and stood naked before me.

His cock was average size, about an inch and half shorter than mine. I grabbed it and squeezed it. He rubbed me through my shorts. "I want you, alpha sir," he said.

Despite his protests that he wasn't trying to collect alphas, he seemed fascinated by the power dynamic, and I was getting into it as well. His pure beta-ness was arousing my alpha spirit. This was one alpha privilege Drew couldn't take away from me. This beta bottom wanted me as an alpha top, and the idea excited me more than I thought it would.

"Undress me, beta boy!" I snarled.

Conor jumped to obey. His hands were trembling as he pulled my vest off my chest, and then lifted the shirt over my head. His hands looked like cream compared to my own chocolate skin. "Are you afraid because I'm an alpha?" I asked.

"A little, sir," he replied. "It is a fantasy of mine. When my family told me that I would have to do anything the alphas said at college, I expected it to happen. Then it didn't, and I wondered what was wrong with me. One of the alphas in the home pack took me once, but he only did it to show me he could. He preferred girls."

"Was it good?" I asked as he undid my shorts and pulled them off me.

"He did it in front of my parents," Conor replied. "He kept looking at my dad to see if he would object."

Conor pulled my briefs down, leaving me naked as well. His hand gripped my cock and he slid to his knees, kissing the head. "Mm, that feels good," I said. "Did your parents object?"

He paused and said, "If my dad had objected, he would have mounted him too, maybe even my younger brother, even though he was only fifteen."

Then he swallowed my cock. He may have had only a little anal experience before, but he took my seven inches into his mouth without difficulty. One hand wrapped around my waist, and the other fondled my balls. They were already swelling. The alpha spirit increased our sperm production, and I could feel it beginning to build already.

I tried to picture the pack dynamic Conor was describing to me. If I were a pack leader, I think I would want to have the beta boys at my beck and call, at least the gay ones like Conor. Would I want to have the straight betas too? I thought of Kevin bending over for me and my cock twitched in Conor's throat. I wouldn't force them, I thought, but somewhere, a part of my mind was saying, they can't be 100% straight if they're betas, can they?

I tapped Conor's shoulder and commanded, "Get up on the bed, on your back.”

He rushed to comply with my orders. I was glad that Xav's wolf spirit had taught me to eat a boy's ass before fucking it. Conor's was as delicious as I'd predicted, and I loved how easily it opened for me. Was it because he was gay? Or was it because he was a beta, and I was an alpha? And how could I ever know if I didn't try one of the so-called straight betas?

It didn't take much stretching before I was able to slide inside him. His hole opened like a flower for me and let me in. He moaned and wiggled his hips a little. I thrust at a few different angles until I saw the look on his face that said I'd found his g-spot. Then I made sure to touch it every time. He whimpered in pleasure.

"That's right, beta boy," I said, playing to what I knew was his fantasy and was rapidly becoming mine. "All you betas secretly desire to be taken by an alpha, don't you?"

"Yes, alpha sir!" he cried. "Betas were made to be bitches for their alphas! Fuck me sir! Make this beta cum!"

I wished I could growl at him. From what little I'd been able to gather, some alphas could make a beta cum just by growling at them. I wanted that, but Darren had told me I wouldn't get it until my wolf manifested on the next full moon. I couldn't wait.

I could tell that Conor was close though, from the glazed look in his eyes and the way his cock had turned red and was throbbing. "Do it, beta bitch!" I snarled. "I'm going to fuck your beta seed out of your little beta-stick with my alpha club. Come on beta, do it. Cum now."

And he did. His breath came in ragged spurts, and he whined like a bitch in heat. When he came, his quivering hole gripped my cock and sent me flying over the edge. I plunged as deep inside him as I could and unloaded.

When I pulled out, I said, "Clean my cock, beta boy."

Connor swallowed my cock again and washed it in his mouth until it grew soft. The we got dressed, went out for steak burgers and milkshakes, my treat, and then went back to his room where I fucked him again. I showered in his room and let him wash me and dry me off before I went back to mine. We'd skipped the dance, but I'd fucked Conor twice.

Drew was out and didn't come in that night. I knew he would be with Dawn. Whatever weird relationship he had with the two siblings, Zeno and Dawn, I didn't want to know. But I remembered him saying it was Dawn's turn tonight.

I fell asleep thinking about Kevin's supposedly straight ass, and how much I wanted to test my theory that any beta boy would open like a flower to any alpha, despite claiming to be straight.

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You can read each story in The Concordium Cycle independently, or you can follow the author's preferred reading order that will blend the stories together. The next chapter in the author's preferred reading order is Alchemy & Songcraft 2.

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