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I Want to Bite on Your Ears

Charlie Young is an omega werewolf, but also a defect. He cannot
shift, and he and his wolf are stuck together, molded into the

same body. Banished from his pack at a young age and forced to
live with his abusive mother, he's shocked when he's called back

by Dane Griffiths, the son of the former alpha who shunned him.

Despite that hurt, Charlie wants to climb into the man's lap and

obey. He doesn't want to be made into a concubine because he's a
defect, however, so when Charlie runs, Dane not only chases him,

but mates with him.

Charlie is not even sure if it's a true mating, but his body is
certainly intrigued. He wants to know more about Dane, about the

thing that caused him to push Charlie away all those years ago. It
might bring great happiness, if jealous pack members don't kill

Charlie in an attempt to take his place, first.

Genre: Alternative (M/M or F/F), Contemporary, Paranormal,
Vampires/Werewolves
Length: 32,656 words

I WANT TO BITE ON YOUR

EARS

Marcy Jacks

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MARCY JACKS

Chapter One

Charlie Young had been stunned when his mother had called his

cell, demanding that he return to the house in the middle of his shift at
the comic book shop.

His mother Marlia never cared if he came home or not. Whether

he was gone all night or anything, it never seemed to matter. The only
time she ever made a fuss was when he was gone for forty-eight
straight hours without checking in. She might hate her son, but she
was still a werewolf with an increasingly small pack. Pack was
important to werewolves, even cast outs, and Marlia never wanted her
two sons, the last surviving members of her pack, out of her sight for
very long.

Charlie wasn’t sure what the issue was, but all he knew was that

his mother sounded incredibly happy over the phone. For the first
time in as long as Charlie could remember, Marlia sounded so happy
that he thought she was crying on the other end, and he promised to
be back as soon as he could. He just had to call someone to take over
the store for him while he was gone.

“For God’s sake! Don’t worry about that! Just get here right

now!” Marlia demanded, and then, still without telling him what was
up, she hung up the phone on him.

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Charlie stared at his phone for a second, as if it would give him

the answers he needed, and he felt his wolf ears twitch with
annoyance at the woman. This job might not pay a whole lot, but it
was still his job. He had to call someone to watch the store, and if no
one was available, then it was tough for him, he had to finish his shift.

Luckily when he called and explained the situation to the owner,

Mark, the guy was good about it and agreed to be in earlier than he
was supposed to.

Charlie considered Mark to be one of his better friends. He’d

often complained to the man about the state of his life, and without
getting into too much detail, Mark had figured out well enough that
Charlie wasn’t the favorite person in his family, thanks to his defect.

Charlie was an omega werewolf, but he and his wolf were stuck in

the same body, so to speak. There was no shifting for him. He was
just how he was, mostly human, but with some of his wolf traits
bleeding through, forever there and with no way to change them.

For that reason, he had two sets of ears. His human ears, which

were on the side of his head where human ears tended to be, and then
his wolf ears, which were on top of his head, poking out of his hair
with red-brown fur that stuck out from his human dishwater blond.

He also had a bushy tail with the same red-brown color, but

ending in a white tip. When he measured it, it went down past his
knees. It was a pain in the ass to buy pants with it. Charlie either had
to get them from a special store online that made clothes and hats for
defects, or he had to cut holes in whatever jeans he could buy on
discount at the local Wal-Mart.

At least his hands and face were normal, and he was blessed to not

have an overabundance of body hair. The only other things wrong
with him were that his teeth were slightly sharper than a human’s, and
he had to file down his claws which insisted on growling quickly and
sharp.

Because of the coloring, he’d often been asked if he was a fox

shifter by the humans that met him, and he always had to explain that

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no, he was an omega werewolf. Sort of. There was no name for what
he was, other than defect.

Interestingly enough, it was that same defect that made him

popular with the humans, especially the ones who were really into
manga and anime. That was why Charlie loved those things the best,
and whenever he went to a convention, he often pretended that the
ears and tail were fake, as part of some cosplay or something, despite
the fact that humans and shifters were basically living in peace. With
the exception of some smaller political and religious groups, but they
had never affected Charlie’s life.

It was why he loved this job so much. He got to read as many

comics and manga as he wanted in peace, without his mother
complaining about the time he was wasting. It was difficult for her to
complain about wasted time when he was earning money for being
here. Meanwhile, whenever he wasn’t stocking shelves, he was
flipping through the yaoi section.

Mark arrived in record time, and Charlie was already set to get out

the door.

“Take care of yourself, man,” Mark said, getting behind the

counter.

“I will. It’s been slow all day, so you should be able to do

whatever you want until it picks up after three.”

Mark waved him off. “No worries, just go on, get out of here

before you get into any trouble.”

Mark was great like that, but Charlie wished he would drop it.

Marlia hadn’t put her hands on Charlie since he was seventeen. After
that, the bruises and the small cuts and scrapes had pretty much
stopped, and it had been years before that since he’d been subjected to
a cold shower.

She still liked to ignore him from time to time, or sneer at his

choice of hobby, but it wasn’t anything Charlie couldn’t handle after
he got a car and a job.

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Sometimes he thought about leaving for good. Moving out of the

house would give him a kind of freedom that he wouldn’t have living
with her, but then that would also mean he had to leave behind
Mason, his older brother, and he didn’t want that. Even if Mason
wasn’t around, Marlia was still one half of the only two people in the
world who considered Charlie to be pack.

He might be defective, and stuck in the in-between, but he still

needed a pack as much as she did. That was why he stayed and put up
with it.

Charlie was stunned when he pulled up to the small two-story

house he shared with his mother and brother. There were so many
cars in the driveway that Charlie had to park his own Jeep on the side
of the road. It looked like Marlia had also called Mason home from
work as well.

Mason was still apprenticing with a very well-to-do restaurant,

working to become a high-class chef. Whatever this was, and
whoever these people were that were here, must be even more
important than Charlie thought for Marlia to pull away her favorite
son from a job that he adored.

Charlie locked up his Jeep and got out, the door opened before he

even got to it, and Mason was standing right there. They looked at
each other for a brief moment before Mason looked behind him, shut
the door and walked over to Charlie.

His older brother towered over Charlie, not just in height, but he

had incredible muscle on him as well, broad shoulders, and a usually
confidant walk that wasn’t there right now.

Something bad must’ve spooked him for him to be looking like

this.

He went right up to Charlie and put both of his large hands on

Charlie’s smaller shoulders. He had the same pale, lifeless blond hair
that Charlie had, and even the same watered-down green eyes.
Despite that, it was hard to tell that they were brothers sometimes
because of the differences in their size.

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Mason opened his mouth, and then he shut it again.
Something was definitely wrong. “What’s going on?” Charlie

asked.

Mason finally spoke up. “There’s an alpha here, from our old

pack. Do you remember Dane Griffiths?”

Charlie was taken aback, his heart thumped a painful rhythm, and

a ringing sounded in both of his ears as the hairs on his tail stood on
end and itched.

Dane Griffiths. Christ. Sometimes Charlie could go for months

without remembering that man even existed. When he did remember,
he was always torn between anger and confused hurt. Dane had been
a teenager the last time Charlie had seen him. He couldn’t remember
the exact age, but he knew that Dane was at least ten years older than
he was. He’d liked the older boy. Dane had been one of the few,
including his own brothers, who hadn’t treated him like a lech. Dane
had let Charlie hang out with him, go fishing in the creeks
surrounding the property, that sort of thing. He’d defended Charlie
when the other pups had been overly cruel.

He’d even saved Charlie’s life. Charlie still didn’t like getting into

the deep end of the local swimming pool because of those memories,
and the panic that came with the idea of not being able to take in a
breath of air when he needed it.

Dane had been his only friend, and the reason Charlie was alive

today.

Then one day, Alpha Griffiths had called Charlie’s mother and

father, Marlia and John, into his office and told them that he would be
casting them out. He’d claimed that Charlie had been harassing his
son too much, and he didn’t want Charlie’s defect to rub off on Dane,
who he expected would be an alpha one day.

The alpha had cast out Charlie, because Dane had told his father

that he’d had enough. Charlie could still remember Dane very clearly
pushing him away when Charlie asked him what was happening.

“Get out of here. Don’t touch me.”

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Charlie nodded his head. “I…I remember him. Vaguely. His dad

kicked us out.”

How old had Charlie been on that day? For him, it was the day

that his life really started, because that was the day that everything
had changed. His mother had gone from flat-out ignoring him to
being completely abusive whenever his father wasn’t around to stop
her.

That was when the cold showers and the beatings had started.

They hadn’t been so bad, so long as Charlie’s father had been there,
and when they were cast out, forced to find a new place to live, and be
their own tiny pack of five, Charlie’s father had sat his two other sons
down, Mason and Jared, and explained to them that there was to be no
more picking on Charlie. He’d put up with it because he’d figured it
was boys being boys, but the family had just suffered a severe blow,
and with Marlia acting the way she was, John was going to hand out
stricter punishments to his boys if they played their pranks.

John had always been good to Charlie. He could remember

climbing into the man’s lap, having his ears pet as he cried when the
other pups in the pack made fun of him because he couldn’t shift and
run with them.

John had probably felt that he couldn’t control his wife that well,

but he was going to make the attempt of controlling his other two
boys.

Then John and Jared had been killed in a car wreck, and Marlia

was given free reign to do as she wished.

“Charlie? Are you listening to me?” Mason gave Charlie’s

shoulders a light shake, but even that was enough to make Charlie’s
teeth snap together.

He blinked up at his older brother. “I-I’m listening. What does he

want?”

Mason didn’t look so great. He looked like he had the worst news

on the tip of his tongue, and that was when Charlie heard the crash
coming from the inside of the house, and his mother’s screaming.

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Charlie ran passed his brother and into the house. Marlia was

shrieking and writhing in the arms of a beta, a huge beta, the kind
who looked like he could easily take over the position of alpha if he
wanted, but the man didn’t look like he was giving the orders. He
looked like he was receiving them as Marlia screamed at another man
standing in front of her, someone just as big, who gave off the all-
powerful aura of the man in charge.

It took Charlie a half a second to realize that was Dane. Dane

Griffiths was staring at Charlie’s mother like she was a worm that had
slithered its way onto his shoe, and Marlia was half shifted, her claws
and ears out, fur growing all over her body as her face became longer,
but she was still capable of speech. “You can’t have him! He’s mine!
You can’t take him!”

“He’s not yours, he’s mine,” Dane said, and his tone brooked no

room for argument as he glared down at Charlie’s mother, his eyes
turning alpha red.

Even just looking at him, knowing that Dane hadn’t noted

Charlie’s presence, and wasn’t directing any of that anger at him,
Charlie’s ears fell back against his head, and he had to fight to keep
his stupid tail from curling between his legs.

Didn’t mean the damn thing didn’t try, however.
Mason leaned down to whisper into Charlie’s ear. Because he had

two pairs of them, his hearing was one of the few things that was
better than even a normal werewolf’s. “He’s here to take you. He says
he wants you in his pack.”

“I guess he doesn’t want Marlia?” Charlie asked.
“He doesn’t want either of us,” Mason said.
Charlie looked sharply up at his brother, his only surviving

brother, and he realized what the sad expression on the man’s face
was now. Mason was under the impression that he was never going to
see Charlie ever again.

Charlie shook his head. “No.”
“Yes,” Dane said.

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Charlie jumped and turned back to what was happening. Dane had

stepped away from Marlia, who was still being held onto by that huge
beta, but was otherwise quiet, her hair having gone wild in the
struggle, as she stared at Dane and Charlie.

Charlie had to grab onto his tail just to keep the damn thing from

going between his legs, but he was pretty sure that didn’t make him
look much braver.

Dane stared down at him with cold dark eyes that Charlie thought

he could just fall right into.

It had been so many years since Charlie had seen the man. He’d

been only six or seven, and there were times when he thought he’d
forgotten what Dane had looked like. Now he wasn’t sure how that
could have ever happened at all. The man just had this presence about
him, there was something in his aura that both scared Charlie shitless
and made him want to kneel at the man’s feet and obey him blindly.

That wasn’t the only thing he wanted to do while on his knees

either. Charlie didn’t consider himself to be a prude by any means,
but he’d never had the unmistakable urge to get down, yank Dane’s
pants down around his ankles, and put the man’s cock in his mouth.
He’d never had that feeling of urgency with anyone before, and yet
here it was. It was kind of crazy.

How could he have ever forgotten this man’s face? It couldn’t

have changed that much since he was a teenager. Charlie wanted to
press his mouth to the man’s lips, his face, right where the stubble
was coming out through his skin on his jaw. He wanted to suck on
Dane’s Adam’s apple and have Dane push him up against the nearest
wall, kick his feet apart and just own him.

What the fuck was Charlie’s problem? He had to knock it off

before someone smelled his lust. These were werewolves in here with
him. It wouldn’t take much for them to realize the reactions that
Charlie was having.

Still, he couldn’t stop admiring how the man looked. Unlike some

alphas, Dane’s hair was cropped short, shorter than Charlie’s, and it

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was gelled to look well groomed and even spiked in some places. He
was wearing a business suit, the kind of thing that looked like it
would be on the CEO of some multimillion-dollar evil corporation or
something. Charlie couldn’t remember what the last alpha wore, so he
wasn’t sure if this was normal or not, but his beta was wearing the
same thing, only his hair fell down in a braid that ended between his
shoulder blades.

Dane was watching, one thick, black brow raised up, as if waiting

for Charlie to say something.

“Why…why take only me and not them? Why not take them?”
“I’m not interested in them,” Dane said. “You’re the only one that

I want.”

Charlie wrecked his brain trying to think of whatever it could be

that would make an alpha take a defective omega over Marlia and
Mason. He couldn’t come up with anything. “Mason’s strong, you
know, he could be very useful in your pack. Marlia could work with
the pups.”

“Marlia? You call your mother by her given name?” Dane asked,

and it was clear that he didn’t understand the dynamic of Charlie’s
family.

Charlie didn’t think he could explain it either, not without making

himself look even weaker than he was in front of this alpha and his
beta, not to mention the other betas that were standing around,
probably waiting for Charlie to cause problems so that they could
muscle him out of here.

“That’s just what I call her,” Charlie said.
Dane narrowed his eyes at him, and Charlie could sense the man’s

disapproval just as he shook his head, as if he was disgusted. With
Charlie?

“If you have anything you want to keep from this place, you need

to pack it up now. We’re leaving in five minutes.”

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Chapter Two

Charlie knew that Dane was serious when Dane actually set down

a timer, and he wasted the first minute trying to convince Dane to let
his mother and brother come along.

Dane wouldn’t be moved. He didn’t want Marlia or Mason inside

of his pack for whatever reason, and the clock was ticking. When one
of the other betas cracked his knuckles, Charlie knew that the man
was just waiting for the chance to drag Charlie out by the arms. For
that reason, he rushed upstairs when prompted to by Mason, grabbed
onto his gym bag, and stuffed it full of clothes, books, his computer,
cell phone, and tablet, basically anything he thought he would be
needing while he was gone. His main hope was that Dane wouldn’t
throw any of it away when he realized that a lot of his stuff smelled
like Mason.

Marlia refused to do his laundry ever since he was ten years old,

but Mason had been inside of Charlie’s room from time to time.

“Time’s up,” said the beta from downstairs, the one who’d been

holding onto his mother. Charlie jumped, but he finished zipping up
his bag, only barely. The material of the gym bag really looked like it
was about to burst.

“I’m ready, just let me lock my door before we leave,” he said.
“You’re wanted downstairs now,” said the beta.
Charlie’s ears went down, but not because he was being cowed.

This was still where he lived, and he didn’t want his mother getting
inside and selling the last of his stuff.

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“I said I’m going to lock the—hey! Put me down! Stop it!”

Charlie screamed when the beta grabbed him around the hips and
threw him over his shoulder, bag and all, like he weighed nothing.

To a beta the size of this man here, that was probably the truth.

Charlie was so damned small at only five foot five. “I said put me
down!” he yelled, and he grabbed onto the braid on the back of the
man’s head and yanked it.

He got a hard slap on his ass for that one, and it was no love tap

either. It hurt like hell!

“Ow!” Charlie yelled.
“Grab my hair again and I’ll do more than that to you, you

defect.”

Charlie went completely still at the word, spoken like an insult, or

something dirty. Only his mother had ever called him that, or Mason
and Jared when they were younger and thought that picking on him
was funny.

The word immediately made Charlie stop. He didn’t go slack on

the man’s shoulder or anything, but he stopped fighting. This was
going to happen. He was going to leave behind his life, and
everything he knew, to go to a pack that hadn’t wanted him all those
years ago. He had no idea why, but he knew that he didn’t want to
leave. Mason at least loved him and wanted him around, even if his
mother didn’t.

“What’s going on up there?” Mason’s voice called as the beta

started walking down the steps. “Why is my brother on your
shoulder?”

“That’s not your business anymore,” the beta said.
“Tanner, manners,” Dane said. “At least behave yourself until

we’re out of their house.”

“You can’t take him,” Marlia said. “He’s part of my pack. You

kicked us out. You have to take us with you.”

Charlie only saw Dane round on her because Tanner was walking

by, giving him a good look of the fury on Dane’s face. “I wouldn’t

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take you with me if you were the last she-wolf on the planet!” he
barked, claws sprouting bloody out of his fingernails, and fur coming
in through the pores on his skin. He was a scary sight, and he wanted
Charlie in his pack. For what?

“When can we see him again?” Mason demanded, standing up to

a man who would probably be able to kill him if he wanted to.

“Never again!” Dane shouted, and even when Charlie was being

carried out of the house, he could still hear the things that Dane yelled
at his brother, the ears on top of his head perking. “There’s to be no
calls. No letters and no e-mails. He’s mine now!”

That was about when Charlie was dumped into the back of a van,

like he had about as many pain receptors as his luggage did, and the
sliding door shut him off from the outside world.

* * * *

Charlie couldn’t smell anything familiar about the van he was in,

but then again, he’d been told that his sense of smell was about as
good as a regular human’s. There were only some parts of him that
were more in tune, or more sensitive to the things that were going on
around him, and his sense of smell wasn’t one of them.

The back of the van wasn’t bare, there was a cushy seat back there

with a mini fridge that he didn’t dare touch, and even a television, but
he didn’t sit down and he didn’t strap himself in, even though the
other betas who’d come in after growled at him. He got up and spoke
to Tanner. “Where are we going?”

“Back to the pack,” Tanner said, his tone clipped.
Charlie wanted to roll his eyes, but didn’t risk that this wolf

wouldn’t be able to sense that somehow. “I know, but where is that?”

“Don’t you remember?”
Sometimes Charlie couldn’t remember the things he’d had for

breakfast in the morning. “I was, like, six when I was kicked out of
that place. Of course I don’t remember where it is!”

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Charlie was swatted upside the head from one of the betas sitting

in the back for that comment. “Ow!”

“I barely touched you,” the beta grumbled.
“He’s defective, so he’s weaker. Take it easy on him,” Tanner

said from the driver’s seat.

Charlie scowled up at the man. He hadn’t cared so much for

Charlie’s weaker body when he’d slapped Charlie’s ass. He was
pretty sure he was going to have a bruise in the shape of the man’s
handprint, and the only handprint he wanted on his ass was Dane’s.

No! That’s not what he meant!
“What’s wrong with you?” one of the betas asked. “You sick?”
Charlie flopped down on the seat in the back, put his knees up and

hid his face away. “Leave me alone,” he said.

They did, for the rest of the drive. He wondered if he was going to

get his Jeep back. The thing was about ten years older than he was,
and it might be a piece of shit, but it was his piece of shit that he’d
paid for himself and he wanted it back.

They were driving for a good hour. At one point Charlie tried to

convince Tanner to pull over somewhere for a bathroom break since
he’d already driven straight from his work to home, just to get shoved
into a van. He hadn’t gone since that morning during his usual
routine, but Tanner didn’t want to.

“You might run away.”
“Where the fuck am I gonna go? You guys are betas and I’m not

as fast as you.”

“Just hold it until we get there,” Tanner snapped. “We’re almost

there anyway.”

Charlie grumbled that it had better be soon. His bladder was

starting to feel like a balloon that was about to pop, but again, Tanner
ignored him.

Luckily, they really did arrive soon. It seemed that the pack had

always been closer than Charlie had thought it was. He’d always
remembered the pack’s territory as being so much farther away from

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the city, but he supposed that time and distance as measured by a
child wasn’t something that could be relied upon.

It was still bright daylight outside when he stumbled out of the

van. “All right, where’s the nearest bathroom?” he said. He didn’t
even care anymore that he was being held hostage and might get
chopped up into small pieces. He was more concerned with not
pissing himself. The last thing he wanted was for people to say he’d
done that because he was afraid or something.

He was afraid, but that wasn’t the point.
“This way,” Tanner said, and he took Charlie’s bag from the back

and started leading him to a pretty big house. He walked slowly,
because he knew it was torture for Charlie to not go as fast as he
possibly could. He gripped his tail tightly, trying to keep as much
control of himself as he could, and ignoring the stares he got from the
other men and women on the property. Some people even escorted
their pups away as quickly as possible, shielding their eyes from the
sight of Charlie, as if just looking at him would turn them into defects
like he was.

They finally got into the house, and instead of leading Charlie to

the nearest bathroom and showing him where he was supposed to go,
Tanner brought him up a set of stairs and to a door that, when opened,
didn’t look a thing like a bathroom.

“What the hell? What am I doing here?” Charlie asked, and he

forgot for a moment that he even needed to go as he looked around
him. There was stuff in this room. Personal-looking things that were
lying around like books and magazines. The bedroom was large, and
it was clean, but it wasn’t a guest room. This room belonged to
someone, and Tanner was putting Charlie’s bag on the bed, where it
definitely didn’t belong.

“Wait a minute, what is this? Whose room is this?”
“You’re going to share this room with Dane. This is his room, his

space, and his things. The bathroom is through that door. If I find out

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you’re breaking anything in there, or trying to escape, then I won’t
hesitate to tie you down and make you wait for him to get here.”

“What? Why the hell am I sharing a room with him?” Charlie

demanded.

Tanner looked at him, eyes narrowed, like he was about to say

something that he really didn’t want to. “Dane is claiming you for
a…he wants someone to share his bed. Go use the bathroom and
make yourself comfortable. He’s going to be busy for the next several
minutes before he can come to you.”

“Busy doing what? I never agreed to share his bed!” Charlie said,

and he was yelling now. His heart was pounding, and pissing himself
with fear was suddenly a very real possibility.

He knew perfectly well that an alpha didn’t need permission to

take a mate or a concubine or an anything. He could take anyone he
wanted, even someone who already had a mate, but he would’ve had
to challenge the other mated party, maybe even kill them, in order to
make the claim.

But Charlie wasn’t mated. He was a defect. There was no one to

fight for him. This wasn’t supposed to happen to him at all. The only
benefit to being a defect was that he never had to worry about meeting
an alpha and fearing that he would be taken.

Tanner didn’t speak to him. The man just growled and stalked out

of the door, slamming it shut behind him, and the slide of the metal
lock was a powerful reminder that Charlie had been taken against his
will.

He was stuck in here. There was nothing he could do. He’d

thought that he was just coming here to finally pay for whatever insult
it was that Dane had thought he’d done so that he and his entire
family needed to be banished from the pack, but no. He wasn’t going
to be beaten, humiliated, or even killed. Those would’ve been great,
had it not been for the fact that he was about to be raped instead.

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Chapter Three

“Are you sure about this?”
Dane avoided Tanner, his beta, best friend, and the guy who

always had his back, because right now he didn’t have time to listen
to the man’s nagging. Especially considering he just finished up in a
group meeting with the rest of the pack.

He had to explain to the men and women of his pack that he was

bringing in someone who was going to have the defect of being
combined with his wolf in the same body, instead of being able to
switch between the two at will.

There had been some who didn’t care, and others who were upset

about having their perfect pack contaminated by the same person who
had been sent away so many years prior. Some thought that Dane was
purposely slighting his dead father, because it had been he who
banished the Young family to begin with.

“Dane, I’m talking to you,” Tanner said.
“I know that. I’m ignoring you,” Dane said, jogging back to his

house where he knew Charlie would be waiting.

“Well can you stop?” Tanner demanded, grabbing onto Dane’s

arm and yanking him to a stop.

Dane looked down at Tanner’s hand, and then slowly turned his

eyes back up to the man. Tanner let him go, but he didn’t lower his
eyes or give his neck. He stared right at Dane.

“The only reason why I’m not putting you on your back right now

is because we’re friends,” Dane said.

“Then you’ll understand why I want to ask if you’re sure about

this. He’s a defect, Dane,” Tanner said. “He can’t shift into his wolf,

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and even if he can give you a litter of pups, they’re going to be small
and weak like he is.”

“Then those will be the children that I have,” Dane said, and he

turned around and started walking back to the house. The scent of
Charlie was calling to him. He’d caught the thick scent of Charlie’s
lust when the man had entered the house back in the city, and he’d
been fighting the worst, most painful hard-on of his life all the way
back to the pack. Then he had to speak with other pack members,
trying to smooth down their hackles over the fact that some of them
finally realized Dane wasn’t joking and had actually fulfilled his word
of bringing Charlie Young back to the pack.

He’d had to put one man down on his back, yanking the guy’s arm

behind him and twisting until the wolf had yelled in pain. If Dane had
twisted any more, the man’s shoulder might’ve popped. The fucker.

“I’m sure of it. He’s mine and he’s here. Get used to it,” Dane said

over his shoulder, and he let himself into his house before slamming
the door shut.

He had to take three seconds to himself, because otherwise he was

going to go insane. Dane stood at the door, hand gripping the knob so
tight he was pretty sure he was warping the metal. His claws had even
punctured through his fingernails. It barely hurt, hadn’t since he was a
boy and had his first shift, but he smelled the blood, and that was
bringing out his wolf even more.

After so long of dealing with those spineless fools, the alpha

inside of him struggled with the urge to tear everyone and everything
down to shreds.

All these years. He finally had Charlie back, right where he was

supposed to be, and the men and women of his pack could do little
more than make complaints and shout out their concerns that
Charlie’s presence might taint the shifts of their own children. There
was no proof that someone who was defective could bring about the
same results by simply being nearby. Charlie had been born with the

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ears, claws, and tail, and yet none who had shifted after him in the
pack became stuck in the in-between like he was.

He just needed to get to his new pup. Dane released the door knob

and started walking at a brisk pace. He made it to the stairs and took
them two at a time.

The scent was getting stronger with each step Dane took,

prompting him to go faster as his cock thickened and swelled to
painful proportions between his legs.

He could still recall the scent of Charlie’s lust for him, even

before Charlie knew who Dane was. Dane wanted it. He’d waited for
so many years for this, and then another two more when Charlie
didn’t come to him as he’d thought. He wouldn’t be able to hold back.
He was going to fuck and claim the man until well into the night and
morning, and not one of those wolves downstairs was going to say a
thing about it!

Dane was stunned when he tried to open the door to his room and

found it locked. He looked down at the knob and noted the key
beneath it. Tanner had locked Charlie inside? Had he taken the news
of the mating badly?

Dane unlocked the door and let himself inside. His body was

humming with barely contained power that was damn near electric,
and he couldn’t wait to disperse it within Charlie’s ass, his mouth,
everywhere. And Charlie had a sweet-looking ass. Dane would know
because he’d taken the time to look when Charlie had rushed up the
stairs of his family home to pack, and then once more when he was
being carried back down on Tanner’s shoulder.

Charlie wasn’t immediately within sight, but that was to be

expected. Perhaps he was in the bathroom?

Dane moved briskly, and though he hadn’t knocked when he

entered the room itself, common sense dictated that, even in his own
house, he should knock before entering a bathroom when someone
could possibly be using it.

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“Charlie? I’m coming in,” Dane said. He figured that the two-

second warning would be enough time for Charlie to call out whether
or not he was decent.

There was no sign of him. The bathroom itself was spacious, with

both a large tub and a standing shower, and other necessities that were
required for day to day living, but the man wasn’t in here.

Charlie’s scent indicated that he had been in here at one point, but

there was nothing.

Nothing at all. Dane exited the bathroom and looked on the bed.

There was no sign of the hideous-looking gym bag that Charlie had
taken with him when he’d left his family home, and Dane even
opened one of the drawers just to make certain that the man hadn’t
unpacked his belongings.

Nothing. He was not here.
Dane moved to the windows and yanked the heavy curtains aside.

He growled at the sight of the slightly parted windows. Not enough to
let in a breeze and make it obvious that there had been an escape,
though. Charlie must have quickly attempted to shut the window
again on his way out.

Dane’s fangs punctured his gums, and he tasted blood in his

mouth as his inner wolf released a resounding roar that ended in a
long howl.

* * * *

Charlie stopped running when he heard that longing noise. He

looked behind him, even though he was deep in the woods at this
point and couldn’t see any of the houses, and even with his two sets of
ears, he couldn’t hear any of the werewolves there speaking or going
about their chores.

He sure as hell had heard that noise, however, and it was a

frightening sound. It sent a chill up his spine, and he was shocked that

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he couldn’t suddenly see his own breath in the air, for how cold he
felt.

He turned around and started to run again. He was glad he’d been

on the track team when he was a kid, but there was nothing that would
allow him to outrun an alpha wolf if he didn’t get as far away as
possible. He needed a good head start, and with the way things were
going now, he would be lucky to make it to the highway before he
was caught.

Didn’t mean he wasn’t going to try, however.
He didn’t want to die. He didn’t want Dane to kill him in front of

his whole pack because of some insult that he’d done when he was
just a pup. Even if what Tanner had said was true, then Charlie didn’t
want that either. He didn’t want to be forced into anything.

Some of the people in the pack had seen him as he ran. There was

no avoiding it, but they had been kind enough to not say anything,
even when Charlie had been frozen under the intensity of their hard
stares. They were letting him go, and now he just needed to make it as
far as he could. Someone would pick him up when he made it to the
highway. He just needed one good-natured trucker to pass him by and
he was right as rain. That was all he needed.

Another howling sound in the distance made the tips of Charlie’s

ears twitch. That howl sounded a lot closer than the one before it.
Dane was chasing after him. Fuck, fuck, fuck! He was giving chase
and there was nothing Charlie could do except pump his arms and
legs harder. He thought about just dropping his bag so that he could
go faster, but then that would just make it easier for Dane to sniff him
out. He should’ve left it back at the house! What was he thinking?
Now it was slowing him down, and Charlie’s lungs were burning, but
he couldn’t get rid of the damned thing either.

He was fucked. He was so dead that no one was going to find his

body when Dane finished with him!

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His ears picked up on the sound of bare feet and claws tearing into

the earth before he even turned around to look. When he did look, he
wished he hadn’t.

Dane. The man was in his powerful lycan form, the kind of

transformation that was different from regular and simple
werewolves. It took a lot of power, strength, and self-control in order
to change into that form and keep it.

The eyes on the beast were red with rage, and Charlie was pulled

into them, to the point that he stopped running entirely. There was no
getting away from this.

As Dane’s large mouth opened, sharp teeth exposed, Charlie shut

his eyes and looked away from what was going to be the way he died.
He didn’t want to see that.

He felt like he was being hit by a truck. A powerful, furry truck.

That was the amount of force and strength that Charlie was struck
with. The wind was knocked clear out of him, and his bones ached as
he fell down onto the hard ground, moss, and leaves.

He might’ve even broken something. At least he wasn’t dead, and

he didn’t smell any blood, which meant that Dane hadn’t torn him to
pieces with those claws or teeth just yet. That had to mean there was
hope for him.

Then his shirt was grabbed up into those huge furry hands. Hands

that were not quite hands and not quite paws, but the sharp claws
were shredding his clothing.

“Why did you run from me?” Dane demanded, his teeth showing

off as he snarled down at Charlie.

Charlie could hardly move. He could still hardly take in a breath,

and for that reason he could barely get a word out. “D-don’t…I-I’m
sorry.”

Fuck. He couldn’t breathe, and Dane’s warm breath was in his

face and Charlie was staring into those teeth that could rip him in half.
He was going to die. He’d disobeyed and run away and now he was
going to die. He didn’t want to die a fricken’ virgin.

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“Sorry?” Dane roared, but despite the yelling, the fangs, and the

clear rage in his eyes as he gripped onto Charlie’s clothing as tight as
possible, the more human appearance of Dane was starting to bleed
through. Soon, there was more saddened curiosity than anger.
“You’re sorry? How could you… No. I won’t stand for this on my
own pack property. I’m taking you right now, then you’ll know your
place is with me.”

“Wha—mmphh!” Charlie’s question was completely cut off when

Dane leaned down and kissed him. The man’s lips were warm and
soft and confusing as all hell as they kissed Charlie so well, better
than he’d ever been kissed before in his life, that for a split second he
nearly forgot that his life was in danger.

But even that recollection was fleeting since all he could focus on

was the sensation of Dane’s perfectly supple mouth making love to
him. Charlie’s body melted, his cock swelled between his legs, and
everywhere tingled. Good, warm, tingly sensations that he’d only ever
felt when he was aroused, and it had never been as strong as this.

What was happening? Charlie thought Dane was going to kill him,

or at the very least make his life a living hell for existing. He never
thought this man would start kissing him. Christ, when he’d thought
that he didn’t want to die a virgin, he hadn’t expected to get his wish
so damned soon.

Dane’s teeth nipped on Charlie’s lower lip, again and again

between each and every kiss, and whenever those lips moved away
from Charlie’s mouth, off to press the same loving attention onto his
jaw, or his cheek, or his neck, all Charlie could do was let out puffs of
air, as his body recalled that he’d just finished running as fast as he
could away from the pack’s property. The kissing wasn’t helping him
to catch his breath.

“Wh-what’s happening?” Charlie asked, before he could be kissed

into forgetting what was going on again.

Dane’s hands were cupping Charlie’s face just then, his clawed

fingers threading through Charlie’s hair and touching his ears. His

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heart spiked at the sudden fear of having his ears yanked on, or cut, or
even his hair gripped to the point of pain, but none of that happened.
Dane just held onto him, gently this time, as though he was holding
something fragile. “I’m claiming you,” Dane said.

Charlie’s heart jumped again inside of his chest, and it hurt when

it smacked into his rib cage, and it hurt some more when Dane kissed
him again. This was it? A claiming then? Charlie wasn’t going to be
killed, but he was going to be used as…as a…holy shit, he was going
to be the alpha’s concubine! Tanner was telling the truth! That was
what this was all about? So that Charlie could have sex with Dane?

Alphas took concubines to sate their lust, usually during or around

full moon nights. It was easier that way, especially when the alpha
wasn’t ready to take on a mate yet, or even if the alpha didn’t want a
mate. The goal was to bring anyone who was considered non-mating
material to his bed, biting them like a mate, to show other alphas that
there was a claim, but without actually being mated.

Dane’s tongue pressed against the crease between Charlie’s lips,

and he had little choice but to open up for the man. When he did, he
moaned and curled his arms around Dane’s neck.

Charlie had been kissed with tongue before, and there was no way

that the previous times had felt anything like this, because this was
too damned good to put into words. Charlie had never had another
man’s tongue making love to his mouth the way Dane’s was.

He suddenly no longer cared about the fact that he was brought

here just because the alphas of this pack saw him as unworthy of
being mated. He didn’t care that he was about to lose his virginity to
someone who didn’t care a thing for him. All Charlie wanted to do
was thrust his hips up and get at that sweet friction that was Dane was
offering. The man was already naked, thanks to the shift into his lycan
form that had shredded his clothing, and when Charlie looked down at
the man’s cock, thick and dark, nearly purple at the head with a drop
of pre-cum forming at the slit, he swore that he nearly came.

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In fact, when Dane tore his mouth away so that he could reach

down and grab onto Charlie’s pants, yanking them away, ripping
them apart with his claws and strong grip, Charlie did come. He
couldn’t stop himself, and he tried. Charlie’s hand shot down to grab
at the base of his cock, but it was already too late, and when he
gripped his dick, warm strings of pearly white cum shot out from the
pressure in his balls, through his cock, and onto his stomach.

Instead of gripping his prick to try and stop the orgasm, Charlie

found himself jerking his hand back and forth in an attempt to make
the pleasure as strong as it could possibly be. He only wanted this to
last for as long as it possibly could, and even when there was nothing
else left inside of him, his body spent, his dick remained hard, and
pleasure began rising up inside of him once more as he moved his
hand back and forth.

Dane dipped his fingers into the cum on Charlie’s stomach, ever

careful of his claws, which were still out despite his human form.
When he opened his lips to dart his tongue out for a taste, Charlie
could even see that some of his teeth remained sharp and long, and his
eyes were still red, despite no longer being angry.

“You taste musky and thick, like arousal and desire. I bet you also

like drinking fruit juice.”

“How—” Charlie cut off his own question as he realized just how

Dane was figuring that out, and he felt his face heating up with
mortification. That was the worst thing ever, to realize that Dane was
tasting him through his cum.

It was the worst, and it was also getting him even hotter. Fuck,

Charlie was sick and twisted, and it was like he was a passenger in his
own body, forced to watch as Dane leaned down and let his tongue
slip out of his mouth and slide along Charlie’s inferno-heated skin.
His dick jumped when the man’s wet, smooth tongue made contact,
but he didn’t come again. He was shocked about that.

He did whine and moan a little, was that what Dane wanted him to

do? Well, it wasn’t like Charlie had much of a choice about it, so he

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made that noise again when Dane put his mouth completely around
Charlie’s cock, and it felt so fucking good. Charlie threw his head
back and arched his ass up, trying to thrust his cock as deep into that
heavenly mouth as it would go.

Fuck it. He didn’t want to be a virgin anymore anyway. If Dane

wanted Charlie for his concubine, then Charlie would willingly give
himself over to the man. He didn’t want to fight this and he didn’t
want to think. Thinking could come later. Much later.

Charlie fisted his hands into Dane’s hair and gripped him tight,

staring down at the man as the fur on his tail and ears bristled, like
they had a life of their own. “M–more.”

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Chapter Four

“Oh!” Charlie cried when Dane reached one of his hands up and

pinched at his nipples. He was now humping into the man’s talented
mouth while arching his chest against the hand that was teasing his
nipples into tight buds. He was going to blow, and soon, if Dane
didn’t stop. Charlie wanted to stay on the precipice of pleasure for as
long as he possibly could, but even with his previous orgasm not too
long ago, he wasn’t going to be able to hold himself back.

Then Dane’s mouth pulled away from Charlie’s prick with a rude

sounding pop, and Charlie looked down, eyes wide. “Wh–what the
hell are you doing? Don’t stop! Keep going!”

Fuck! He was in a panic over the thought of Dane just leaving him

here, unsatisfied and begging for more. Charlie could barely
remember what it was like to live inside of a pack, but Mason had told
him all the rules he needed to know about what happened to
concubines, and how they were kept under control.

Their orgasms belonged to their alphas, and if Dane wanted it to

happen, he could put Charlie on the very edge of pleasure, make him
writhe until a gust of wind would be enough to make him come, and
then with a simple command from that wicked mouth, he could also
put a stop to it as well.

Charlie had been told it was a form of torture, designed to keep

concubines and other worthless omegas in line with their alphas. It
hadn’t sounded like such a bad thing to him when he’d first heard of
it. Staying on the edge of pleasure for hours, days even, always
seemed like the type of fantasy porn that the humans liked to get into.
It was even in some of the manga books that Charlie liked to read.

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Now that he was on the verge of coming, he knew how bad it would
be if Dane denied him.

Keeping him from coming for a few teasing minutes was one

thing, but Charlie was going to burst into tears and start begging if
Dane got up and walked away from him. That would be a sure way to
get Charlie back to the pack, that was for sure.

Dane got up, sort of. He stood on his knees and stared down at

Charlie with those red, cold, and calculating eyes. He was so fucking
handsome that Charlie could barely get his eyes to behave themselves.
He watched and waited for what the alpha would do.

Dane didn’t get to his feet and turn his back. Instead he reached

down for Charlie’s face, and Charlie got up and off of his back,
wincing just a bit when his tail was squished into the ground by the
weight of his body, but then he was also up on his knees, staring into
Dane’s eyes, both of their warm breaths mingling.

“Have you ever sucked on a man’s cock before?” Dane asked.
Holy shit. The heat in Charlie’s body intensified. He was going to

have a heat stroke. He wasn’t even remotely joking around about that.
He swallowed over the lump in his throat, and then shook his head.
“No.”

“Are you a virgin?” Dane asked.
That part embarrassed Charlie more than anything, and not in a

good way. “Yeah. I’ve kissed other guys, and there’s been some
heavy petting before, but no one I’ve ever gone all the way with.”

Charlie only went into that much detail because he didn’t want

Dane asking him too many embarrassing questions. It was bad enough
that he was out here, in the woods, about to lose his virginity to
someone who thought he was only good enough to be a hole, but he
couldn’t say no, and even if his brain wasn’t operating through his
cock at the moment, Charlie was pretty sure he wouldn’t have the
power to walk away right now anyway. He’d felt this the moment
he’d looked at Dane in house back in the city.

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He wanted the man. He craved him, and he was about to get him.

Maybe, if Charlie worked hard enough later on, he could at least get
Dane to see him as something of a friend. That would be kind of nice.

“So no one’s ever touched you like this?” Dane asked, sliding his

hands around Charlie’s body, both palms gripping the swell of his ass
before a wet finger slid between the crack of his ass, touching his
pucker and teasing a circular pattern around the ring of muscle. “No
one’s ever put their mouth on you like I have? Or put their fingers
here? Or their cock?”

Charlie could hardly take any more of this torture, and he

struggled just to keep his eyes from sliding shut on him.
“Nngh…fuck! No! They haven’t! Stop teasing me already.”

“So fucking ready for me,” Dane said, and he put his wet mouth

over Charlie’s lips one more time, biting him as he kissed him. “I
fucking love it. Suck on my cock. Put it in your mouth for me,” Dane
said, and he was already giving Charlie’s shoulders a gentle push to
get him to go down even lower than before.

Charlie did it. He got to his hands and knees, suddenly desperate

to do exactly what Dane was asking of him, but only because his body
was demanding it. It was the strangest thing. Charlie always thought
of this sort of act as being just to give the other participant pleasure,
not himself, but it was like his body was buzzing with all kinds of raw
energy and pleasure of its own, and just the thought of putting Dane’s
long, thick shaft into his mouth, of swirling his tongue around the
dark head and sinking his mouth down that heavy cock as far as it
could go, was enough to make his cock pulse and throb, as though
Dane’s mouth was still around it, sucking on him and yanking his
pleasure right out of him.

Charlie was pretty sure he looked ridiculous when he got down to

his hands and knees in the grass and dirt, ass in the air and tail
hanging limply behind him, but he didn’t much care and he knew that
Dane didn’t either, not when he heard the man hiss as soon as
Charlie’s lips touched the smooth, velvety flesh of his prick. It was

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like an iron rod wrapped in soft flesh, and all Charlie wanted to do
was make Dane feel everything that Charlie was feeling right now.

Charlie did everything to Dane that he’d liked when Dane touched

him. He used one hand to gently massage the alpha’s heavy testicles,
and even though he couldn’t get his mouth down very far around the
larger man’s prick, that didn’t mean that Dane didn’t moan so very
prettily for him. Charlie was going to burst with how good it felt
when Dane grabbed onto the back of his head and started to gently
hump his hips forward, sinking his dick deeper into Charlie’s mouth,
and he took as much of the man inside of him as he could.

“That’s it. That’s exactly what I want. You have no idea…fuck!

I’ve been thinking about this for so goddamn long.”

He had? That was kind of flattering, Charlie supposed, but as

curious as he was about all the things that Dane thought of him, he
was too interested in sucking an orgasm out of the alpha, and tasting
him the same way that Dane had tasted Charlie’s seed.

Although he didn’t have to wait very long, Dane was still better at

holding off his orgasm than Charlie ever could be. His jaw was
getting sore, taking away from the pleasure he was feeling by the time
Dane’s hips began to really jerk, and then his claws were digging into
the skin of Charlie’s shoulder right before Dane roared, and warm
cum shot down Charlie’s throat.

He swallowed it down, though he damn near choked because of it.

Somehow he got control of himself without doing either that or biting
down on Dane’s prick by accident.

If Dane hadn’t wanted to kill him before, then he would definitely

want to kill him later if Charlie accidentally bit him.

Charlie pulled away from Dane’s cock, which was still hard,

though not nearly as dark at the tip as before. He looked up at the
man, and was stunned by the way that Dane smiled back down at him,
and how gentle his hands were as they threaded through Charlie’s hair
and then petted his auburn ears.

“So soft. They’re very soft,” Dane said.

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Charlie blushed, and his ears immediately went back on his head,

away from Dane’s touch. His face was hot and he couldn’t look at the
other man.

“Does that embarrass you?” Dane asked, but he was still smiling

down at Charlie.

Charlie got off of his elbows so that he was now sitting on his

ankles. “I didn’t think another wolf would say something like that
about my ears.”

“They’re still wolf ears. You’re still a werewolf, even if you can’t

shift. They’re very pretty, so is your tail. I want to bite on your ears
and make you shiver, and I love watching the way they twitch when
your emotions change.”

“That’s an…awful lot of things to like about me, considering you

don’t know me,” Charlie said.

Dane leaned in closer, and his body heat, combined with the

raging inferno that was blazing inside of Charlie’s body was enough
to make him feel like he was sitting next to an overstuffed furnace.

Dane had such a look of predatory lust on him. He looked like a

man who had seduced and won over a thousand people before
Charlie, and it was a reminder that he was not special, that this didn’t
mean anything, and he was only here because Dane was bored, and
after all these years he remembered that there was a castaway from
his pack that he could call back and use without feeling guilty about
it.

“I want to get to know you very well,” Dane said, and Charlie

could almost believe him, especially when the man leaned in, and
those perfectly soft lips were back on Charlie’s mouth, his tongue
sliding between Charlie’s lips and claiming him, thrusting back and
forth, like he was fucking Charlie with his tongue.

That similarity was enough to make Charlie moan and grab onto

Dane’s shoulders as the man pushed him down into the dirt and grass.
Charlie didn’t even care that he was doing this out in the woods,
where any wolf could trot on by and see him. He would be Dane’s

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slut all the man wanted, so long as he didn’t stop touching and kissing
Charlie just like that.

Charlie spread his thighs when Dane just touched them. It was

embarrassing, exposing himself like that, but he did it anyway
because his body was shivering and the anxiousness that he felt
seemed like it would go away and be replaced by something better if
he just did as he was asked.

“I’m not going to lie to you. This will hurt.”
Charlie swallowed hard. “Not into sugarcoating things, are you?”
Dane grinned. “I didn’t say it would hurt all the way through. It’ll

hurt in the beginning, but before I’m through with you, you’re going
to be begging me to keep going, because I’m not going to let you
come until the very end, until you’re crying out for it, and even then I
might just keep you waiting for it until tonight, and when I’m done,
you’re going to see stars.”

Charlie shivered at the thought of that. Not because Dane had

promised to make him see stars either.

So, Dane was the sort of man who would prevent Charlie from

coming, and then keep him in that desperate state for hours on end if
he was displeased. That wasn’t good.

But then he forgot all about that as he watched Dane put two

fingers to Charlie’s lips. “Suck on them.”

Charlie knew how this worked. He was a virgin, and he was

scared out of his mind, but he was still aware of the basics of male
sex. “Will that be enough?”

“It’ll be more than enough for you. Do it.”
Charlie shivered, but he did as he was told. More than enough for

him? What was that supposed to mean? Charlie was more and more
fearful by the second, but as he sucked on Dane’s fingers, with as
much vigour as he’d done to the man’s cock, there was no way in hell
his body was going to let him stop. The pleasure was back, just from
sucking on Dane’s fingers, it was back and Charlie’s body was
surging with all kinds of energy that had nowhere to go. He either had

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to jump up and start running around to get rid of it, or hold still and
use all the patience he could muster to wait for when Dane got him
off.

Assuming he was planning on doing that within the next twelve

hours.

Charlie was only just getting started with Dane’s fingers when the

man finally pulled them away. Charlie cried out a bit at the loss, but
then his lips were preoccupied as Dane leaned down and kissed him.

Then his fingers were pushing against Charlie’s asshole.
The niceness of the kiss, if that was even a real word, was enough

to take away from the awkward push he felt down there, but then he
groaned against Dane’s mouth when those fingers were inside of him,
roughly stretching him.

He grabbed onto Dane’s shoulders and gripped them tight, trying

to tell the man without words that what he was doing hurt.

Dane pulled his mouth away as he stopped the forward thrust of

his fingers. “You can do this. It’ll be better.”

Charlie squeezed his eyes shut and pressed the back of his head

against the ground beneath him. “Fuck, it doesn’t feel like it,” he said
through his teeth.

“Relax your body. You’re too tense,” Dane said, and then Charlie

heard something, and he opened his eyes in time to watch Dane spit
into his spare hand. That was gross, but then the man’s hand went
down, and his fingers were pushing the saliva against Charlie’s hole,
while his other fingers that were already inside pushed a bit deeper. It
was easier that time, but the burning was still intense, and the pain
was very much there.

If Dane was the type of alpha who liked to fuck rough and hard,

which Charlie suspected that he was, then he was going to be so
screwed because there was no way something like this couldn’t not
hurt. It scared him so damned much, but he was going to do this.
Charlie didn’t want to stop for anything. If the rest of the werewolf

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world thought he was useless, a defect and something to be pitied,
then he was at least going to prove them wrong and do this right.

He took in a deep breath through his nose and let it out through

his mouth. The pain lessened, and when Charlie came back to
awareness, at least his body’s awareness, it was interesting to note
how little pain he felt. Granted, it was still there, and very noticeable,
but now it was manageable, unlike before.

“That’s it,” Dane said, his voice soothing and giving all kinds of

praise. Charlie felt warm inside for just having heard those words.
“Let your wolf take over. You can’t shift, but it’s there, and you can
be just as strong and quick to heal as the rest of us. I know you can.”

The strength thing was definitely not true. Charlie already knew

that from friendly wrestling matches with Mason, though bruises from
his mother did tend to heal a lot faster than they had for the other kids
in school, who got their cuts and scrapes from being too rough on the
playground.

None of that was the point. The only thing that Charlie could

focus on was the fact that Dane had complimented him, had said that
he was still a proper wolf, and thought that Charlie had all the
capabilities of other wolves.

That was enough to take away all of the doubts that Charlie had

been harvesting, and with Dane’s fingers pushing deeper inside of
him while the man’s lips trailed kisses all along Charlie’s collarbone,
those doubts had already started to melt away.

Then Dane pushed against something deep inside of Charlie’s

body, and he saw those stars that Dane had promised him. He
moaned, loud, as he arched his ass toward Dane’s hand, trying to push
those fingers even deeper inside of him, and Dane smiled down at him
and chuckled. “There it is. I’ve got you now.”

Charlie didn’t come, but he felt so incredibly close to it, and all

his brain was telling him was that the only way he would was after
Dane put his cock inside of Charlie’s body. It was what he wanted
and what he craved, and that was all he knew when he grabbed onto

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the black hairs on the back of Dane’s head and yanked him down.
“Fuck me,” he said, growling out the words.

Dane’s excited grin showed off his white teeth, and his eyes were

an even brighter shade of red. It hurt when he pulled his fingers away,
but only thing worse than that was the sensation of being stretched out
with nothing inside of him. Charlie was empty without Dane’s fingers
there to open him up, and it was all he wanted out of the man. He
wanted Dane to be inside of him, claiming him and taking him, even
if it would only be as half a mate.

Dane spat in his hand again, and Charlie watched eagerly as Dane

stroked his saliva over his hard, dark cock. That slight shiver of fear
came back to him, but again it was overshadowed by the stubborn
need to prove himself, along with the desperation to be taken and
fucked like someone who was just the same as everyone else.

Dane pressed the head of his cock against Charlie’s hole, and it

was so much thicker, much more blunt, than the tips of two fingers,
and when Dane pushed and pushed, and then popped inside, Charlie
couldn’t contain himself with all the pain he felt.

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Dane held onto Charlie as the man cried and bit down on his

lower lip. His inner alpha wouldn’t stand for it, not for hurting this
man, ever. “Charlie, shh, you need to relax.”

“Fuck! It…it hurts!”
“I know, just trust me, it will get better. I’m not moving. I’m

waiting on you.” And Dane would wait for as long as he needed to.
He would wait for hours if he had to. If Charlie told him to stop what
he was doing and pull out, then he would do that, too.

Fuck, it would be hard, but he would do it.
“Just breathe, baby. The pain will go down, I promise that it will.”
Charlie didn’t ask him to stop, which Dane was honestly surprised

about. He expected the other man to want to shove him off. Dane was
even beginning to harbor some doubts of his own. Charlie might’ve
been born into a werewolf pack, and he even was a werewolf, but
perhaps trying this, giving Charlie his first time without proper lube,
had been a mistake.

Dane waited and he waited, listening to the beating drum of

Charlie’s heart, as well as the sound of his breathing. He listened to
all of it, and he waited for anything that Charlie might say.

Eventually Charlie’s body relaxed, bit by bit, his muscles were no

longer so bunched up or tight, and his fingernails were no longer
pressing painfully into Dane’s shoulders. He’d barely noticed that part
in the beginning.

Dane, very slowly, and extra carefully, began pushing his dick

even deeper inside of Charlie’s body. Charlie didn’t protest, but his
teeth remained clenched together.

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All Dane had to do was find the man’s prostate. Once he had that,

then everything would be done. Charlie wouldn’t even remember that
he’d been in pain.

Charlie was still a werewolf. He wasn’t a shapeshifter, but he was

still a werewolf, and Dane was going to treat him like one, unlike
those other unruly bastards that he lived with back at the pack.

Then Charlie’s eyes widened, showing off the whites all around

those gorgeous pale green eyes. His mouth opened, and he let out a
pleasurable sounding wail.

No man could make a noise like that if they were in pain.
Dane had found Charlie’s prostate with his fingers, and now he’d

found it with his cock. “There it is,” he said, watching as Charlie lost
complete control beneath him.

It was the single most erotic sight Dane had ever witnessed in his

entire life. He wasn’t just witnessing it either, he felt it in the way that
Charlie’s hips bucked against him, in how strong his grip was on
Dane’s forearms.

Dane still knew better than to be rough. He much as he wanted to

pull his pelvis and cock back and then slam forward again, burying
his prick deep into this tight, hot space that gripped him like a
powerful fist, that would definitely cause more pain than pleasure,
and all Dane wanted for Charlie was the pleasure.

He pulled back and pushed forward. His pace wasn’t exactly slow,

but it wasn’t fast either. It wasn’t even brisk. Dane moved exactly
how he needed to move to give them the most pleasure they could
both have, and Charlie’s moans were a testament to how much it was
working.

“F–fuck that feels good, right there. Oooh my god!” Charlie

moaned, saying all the things that Dane expected a virgin to say while
he was being made love to for the first time.

After that it was all mindless gasping, as if Charlie was running to

catch his orgasm, but was having trouble reaching it. Dane wanted to
help him with that.

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He touched Charlie’s hard nipples, teasing them before moving

his hand along the rest of the smaller man’s chest, and then sliding his
palm higher, up to his throat.

That was when Charlie looked at him, really looked at him. Right.

Charlie wasn’t a shifter, but his wolf part was still instinctive about
having his throat touched. Dane half expected a growl, or some other
defiant thing out of the man, considering Dane had taken him from his
former life, regardless of how abusive it was.

Instead, Charlie turned his neck to the side, offering Dane what he

wanted most in the world, ever since Charlie turned eighteen two
years ago.

He let out a growl of approval, and he leaned down to bite hard on

Charlie’s shoulder, using the sharp canines that punctured through the
gums in his mouth. He broke Charlie’s skin, which was a lot thinner
and more fragile than Dane had expected, and blood splashed into his
mouth quickly, which spurned on his wolf even more, and with one
more thrusts, he could smell the thick and musky scent of cum. It was
splashing warm and wet and sticky against their bellies, and Charlie
moaned as Dane continued to mark him, moving his hips back and
forth, teasing his softening cock between their hard stomachs. Dane
squeezed his eyes shut, and inside of his mind he could see the alpha
wolf within him throwing its head back and howling to the sky. This
was it. This was exactly what they’d both waited for, and Dane let out
a roar of satisfaction as his pleasure finally burst free from the build-
up within his stomach, rocketing all the way to his balls and then out
through his cock. Dane emptied himself inside of Charlie’s body, and
his wolf growled with satisfaction over the conquest. He’d done it.
He’d taken what had been his, what had always been his.

No one was going to tell him that this wasn’t right, or that it was a

mistake. Not Margo, her brothers, or even Tanner.

Dane collapsed on top of Charlie’s smaller body. His breathing

was heavy and erratic, but that couldn’t be helped. His wolf had never
been so satisfied, and he wanted nothing more than to lie where he

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was and never move another muscle. Charlie certainly wasn’t moving,
not saying anything, and Dane imagined that the man was also
coming to terms with what had happened.

There was just one thing that was missing.
Dane lifted himself up just enough to look down at the smaller

man from his elbows. Charlie’s eyes were glazed over, like he was
enjoying the aftereffects of a really good drug. Silver smoke tended to
do that for werewolves, and Dane wondered if Charlie was having
any of those same symptoms. He smirked at the thought of his own
sex causing drug-induced pleasure shocks.

“Why are you smiling at me like that?” Charlie asked.
Dane reached his hand up and stroked one of Charlie’s ears. The

fur was so soft, and the thing twitched a little in his hand. “I’m
smiling at you because you’re mine now,” he said, and then he put his
hand on the back of Charlie’s head, lifting the man’s mouth to Dane’s
throat. “Now, bite me.”

* * * *

Charlie was carried back to the pack. Dane lifted him up like he

was nothing, along with his bag, which had been nearly forgotten on
the ground in the woods. The only thing Charlie wanted to do was get
into the shower and wash off all the dirt and dried cum that was
sticking to his stomach, but Dane seemed to be a very possessive sort
of alpha, as was proven by the fact that Charlie’s mouth tasted like the
blood from his neck and shoulder where he’d bitten down, and then
proven again when Dane walked into the shower with Charlie,
completely uninvited, and began washing off as well.

Charlie had been so stunned that someone had actually come into

the shower with him that for a moment, all he could do was stand
there, cold and wet, away from the warm spray, as he stared at the
perfect, muscular tone of Dane’s back and ass.

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He had the most amazing thighs that Charlie had ever seen in his

life. It was enough for Charlie to look down at himself and make the
comparisons. He wasn’t fat, he hoped not anyway, but he did have a
few places where a lack of proper wolf exercise had made him go
soft. He certainly didn’t have a six pack like Dane did, and he was
pretty sure that if he flexed the muscles in his own ass and thighs,
hardly a thing would happen because there were no muscles to be had
there.

Then Dane had looked over his shoulder and noticed the fact that

Charlie was staring at him, though if Charlie had this correct, then the
bastard had known it from the start.

When Dane smirked and put his face back beneath the spray,

Charlie had his answer.

Bastard.
“Get over here,” Dane said. “You wanted to wash up, so wash

up.”

“But you’re under there,” Charlie said.
He wasn’t sure what the rules were of his new existence. Dane

had given him a great orgasm and hadn’t made him do anything too
humiliating in front of the rest of the pack, although he did walk
naked with Charlie held bridal style in his arms all the way up to his
house. Charlie had been able to hide his dick fairly well thanks to the
position, but that didn’t mean that his ass, hanging down as it was,
couldn’t be seen by anyone and everyone who bothered to look.

Dane grabbed onto Charlie’s shoulders, yanking him out of his

thoughts, and pulled him toward the warm water. Charlie sighed when
he was back under, his body returning to a comfortable temperature.

And then the heat shot up even more than that when Dane came

up behind him, gently putting one of his huge arms around Charlie’s
shoulders, but that wasn’t what made Charlie feel like he was about to
pass out from heat exhaust. It was when Dane’s other hand moved
down, fingers slipping through the soap on their bodies and then
curling around Charlie’s prick.

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Charlie hissed, and he groaned when Dane began pressing his

mouth and tongue to the bite mark he’d left on the corner of Charlie’s
shoulder.

“You are so fucking beautiful,” Dane said.
Charlie was seriously getting embarrassed with all the

compliments that Dane gave him. Charlie knew that he wasn’t
anything special to look at, but hearing such nice things about himself
felt so damned good that he was willing to put up with it and pretend
for five seconds that Dane was telling the truth.

He was still trying to figure out what had caused the man to want

Charlie to bite him in the first place, but he couldn’t think about that
at all as Dane stroked his cock, bringing it to life, hard and throbbing
in the man’s hand, as though Charlie hadn’t just had the most amazing
orgasm of his life out in the woods.

Dane didn’t get him off in the shower, however. He spoke

soothing words into Charlie’s ear, things that were pleasant to hear
and made his heart twist around and flop in his chest, but he didn’t
bring Charlie off. As much praise as Dane spoke, he didn’t seem
interested at all in giving him an orgasm, which was a shame.

He teased Charlie to the brink, and instead of getting him off,

Dane calmly waited until all the dirt and soap was rinsed from their
bodies and Charlie’s tail before he turned the water off, and then led
Charlie away from the shower and to the big bed that was in Dane’s
room.

Charlie didn’t think he would be able to have the man’s cock

inside of him a second time within the same day, or even the same
week, but when Dane pulled out lube, real lube that came from a
bottle and was slick to the touch, and then used it on Charlie’s hole,
he figured why the hell not?

The slide of Dane’s heavy prick inside of him was so much easier

this time, and there was less of a burn, but it was still there. It felt
better this time, however, and the pleasure came on faster, and Charlie
was moaning and thrusting his ass back against Dane’s surging hips.

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Charlie had always liked having an orgasm. He’d given himself

enough of them over the years, but he never thought he would crave
sex this much, needing it to the point that he would overlook some of
the grosser aspects of it, and even that insanely huge amount of pain
that he’d felt before, but the pleasure was so worth it. It made it all
worth it, and there was nothing better than being looked down at by
those red alpha eyes and knowing that Dane wanted Charlie as his,
even if it was only for the sex.

Dane wasn’t kidding from before, he made Charlie work for his

orgasm. It got to the point that Dane had to tie Charlie’s hands above
his head just to keep him from touching himself, and Dane thrust hard
but slow circles that drove Charlie wild, purposely ignoring his
prostate, and then other times striking it mercilessly.

When Charlie did finally come, even that wasn’t enough. They

caught their breath, and Dane ordered them food from his phone,
which they ate quickly before Charlie couldn’t take it anymore, and
he pounced on the other man, knocking him down on the floor before
lining up his ass with Dane’s cock and slamming his hips down.

He rode Dane with all the enthusiasm of someone who had sex

many times before, and they still had more sex many times after.

Charlie was exhausted when the stars and moon came out, but

even then his dick was still half-hard between his legs, and he needed
another shower. “Wh–what’s happening to me?” he asked, looking to
Dane for the answers.

Dane grinned that same, wicked grin of his as he leaned over

Charlie’s body and pressed a kiss to his forehead, and then his lips.
“It’s the mating. After being bitten, your body’s going to call out to
me. Usually it’s how a pregnancy is insured, but because you’re not a
shifter, that might be problematic. I wouldn’t worry about getting
pregnant on the first try.”

Charlie managed to laugh at that. “The first try, no, but how about

the fifth and sixth and seventh?”

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He’d asked the question, but it wasn’t meant to be serious. It was

rare to hear of male or female defects getting pregnant. Sometimes
they did, but those were the exception and not the rule. Being stuck in
the same body as the wolf meant that, for the most part, the insides of
the body weren’t right either.

Because Marlia had never been one to take Charlie to a doctor for

a checkup, he didn’t know what his own insides looked like.

Male werewolves could create a womb for themselves if they

mated to another man. It was part of their shifting abilities, but
Charlie wasn’t feeling any changes inside of himself, so he didn’t
think his body was getting ready to house any pups. Would he notice
if it did start to happen? Would he feel that?

Dane chuckled. “I like your sense of humor,” he said, still

pressing kisses all the way down Charlie’s body. “I always knew I
would. You’re funny now, just like you were back then.”

“When I was six?”
“You’d just turned seven when you left,” Dane said with a frown.

“What do you remember about that time?”

Charlie was more interested in getting Dane to kiss a trail down to

his cock. Dane had sucked on Charlie already once now, and Charlie
wanted that as many time as he could get it.

It looked like that was about to wait, however, since Dane was

asking him questions involving the time when he and his father threw
Charlie and his entire family out of the pack.

He honestly didn’t know what he’d done to insult the man, so he

figured he should tread carefully about this. “Not a lot. I know your
father banished my family because of me. I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” Dane asked, and it was more like he’d sputtered

the word, his eyes widening as if he couldn’t believe what he’d heard.
“What do you have to be sorry about?”

Charlie frowned, and he wasn’t entirely sure he understood what

was happening here. “For insulting your family. That was why your

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dad kicked us out. He said that I’d said something to you, and that we
had to go.”

The look on Dane’s face was on par with the look that a man got

when he had to put his dog down. “Oh, baby, no. Is that what that
fucker told you?”

Dane was leaning over him now, staring down at him with all

kinds of say it isn’t so on his face. Charlie never thought in a hundred
thousand years that he would hear this man referring to his respected
alpha father as that fucker.

It made Charlie feel the jittery type of nervous, and again, he

didn’t know what to say. “I…well, yeah, I guess so. I mean, I wasn’t
in the room, so it’s not like I heard it from his mouth, but that’s what
Marlia and my dad told me.”

That saddened despair didn’t go away, and Dane actually leaned

down and kissed him instead of punishing him for insulting Dane’s
family again.

It was just a sweet, comforting sort of kiss that Charlie never had

before, and it completely melted his insides. This was the kiss of a
lover, not someone who thought of him only as a hole to be fucked.

It still left him ten shades of confused when Dane pulled away and

looked down at him. Dane touched his face and his ears, making them
twitch against his fingers. He was the only werewolf outside of his
brothers and father who wasn’t afraid of touching his ears, and it got
Charlie breathing really hard as he struggled with the urge to cry.

“He shouldn’t have said what he said, and your mother had no

right to ever lay her hands on you the way she did. You didn’t do
anything wrong, I promise you that.”

Now Charlie was really having trouble breathing. “H–how did

you know about my mother?”

His dick wasn’t even remotely interested in sex anymore, not with

all the emotional turmoil that was going through him. Charlie wanted
answers, but Dane just kissed him again, and he reached over to turn
out the lamp beside the bed. The entire room was suddenly so dark

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that even after blinking his eyes several times, Charlie still had
trouble seeing. He could just bet that Dane could see with perfect
clarity, no matter what. “Try to get some sleep. We’re done for the
night, and I’ll answer your questions in the morning.”

“I’m all sticky. I think I need another shower,” Charlie said.
“You already washed my scent off once today. Leave it on

tonight, then when you bathe tomorrow it’ll stick with you and
everyone will know that you’re mine now, and you’re not going
anywhere.”

It was a testament to how powerful those words were that they

both disturbed and elated Charlie at the same time.

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Charlie didn’t really get any answers the next day when he woke

up. In fact, Dane wasn’t even in the bed with him. Charlie wished that
he was a regular werewolf, one who could smell everything so
perfectly, that way he could tell how long ago it had been since Dane
had left the bedroom.

Nope. If he wanted to know that, or find out anything at all, he

had to leave and start asking around, assuming that no one would just
take one look at him and turn the other way.

Some people ignored him, which was just fine with him, since he

only wanted to speak with people who would look at him like he was
a person instead of a contagious defect. Tanner was the only one who
walked right up to him to talk, however.

Charlie knew the beta didn’t much like him, but he couldn’t help

the wag in his tail when the man came close. “Do you know where
Dane went?”

Charlie stopped wagging his tail when the beta looked down at it,

raising a brow. “He’s in a meeting with the other betas. He’ll be done
shortly.”

“Oh. What kind of meeting is it?”
Tanner sighed, and it was clear that he didn’t want to answer any

of Charlie’s questions at all, but he did it anyway. “He’s with pack
elders, men and women who were with the pack long enough ago to
have seen it when you and your family were banished.”

Uh oh. Charlie knew what that meant. Dane was speaking with

men and women who wanted him out again. But then something

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occurred to him. “Wait a minute, none of this makes any sense. If
they don’t want me here, then why am I here?”

“Dane didn’t explain it to you?” Tanner asked, and he lifted one

of his brows again. Apparently that was a thing for him.

“No, he didn’t explain anything. He bit me, and he had me bite

him, and he told me I belonged to him, but why would he bring me
here if the rest of the pack doesn’t want me here? I’m guessing the
only reason he’s in a meeting with pack elders is because of me,
right?”

Tanner nodded, but now there was a fair amount of curiosity on

his face as well. “You would be right about that,” he said. “What
exactly do you think your role is in this pack?”

Charlie glared at him. “Well, you all pulled me away from my job

and kidnapped me, and then you put me in Dane’s room, and he
claimed me out in the woods. I still have to call my boss and let him
know that I might not be coming in tomorrow for my shift. Will I
even be allowed to work? I’m going to need my Jeep if I am.”

Even if Tanner said that the alpha’s concubine was to never hold a

job, then Charlie was going to do everything in his power to make
sure that he got one. Even if he had to annoy everyone in the pack,
bitch and moan until the cows came home. A life wasn’t a life if his
only purpose was to fuck the alpha.

Despite how good it felt.
“You didn’t answer my question. Do that first,” Tanner said, and

Charlie was reminded of how big this guy really was. “What do you
believe your role is within this pack?”

Charlie was struck with a needle of insecurity.

“Well…considering how I got here, I thought I was just going to be
the alpha’s—Dane’s—concubine?”

“Concubine?” Tanner asked, and both of his brows lifted up high.
“Uh, aren’t I?” Charlie asked. “You said I was here to warm his

bed.”

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Tanner’s eyes didn’t lose that wide staring quality. Considering

how big the man was, it didn’t really look all that great on him. “This
is something you should speak with Dane about. I’m not even
supposed to be speaking with you about the relationship you have
with the alpha.”

“But I thought you were his beta!”
“We’re all betas unless someone fights for the role of leader.”
Charlie rolled his eyes and fought to keep from glaring at the man.

“You know what I mean. You’re his second.”

“How would you know about that?” Tanner asked.
Charlie huffed, and he felt the ears on the top of his head pull back

as he crossed his arms. “I’m not a shifter, but I know how this works.
You’re his second in command. It’s obvious with the way you speak
about him.”

Well, not entirely obvious. Charlie was really just making a wild

guess based on the fact that Tanner had been the one to drive Charlie
here, bring him up to Dane’s room, and he was the first one to come
to Charlie now, as though making sure he didn’t try to run away
again. He was someone of importance who was given position within
the pack.

Tanner didn’t deny it anymore. In fact, he nodded. “I’m his

second, and you need to go and speak with him if you want to know
what’s going on. It’s not appropriate for me to be speaking about you
or the alpha like this, especially when he’s not here to speak for
himself.”

“So if he was here, it would be different?”
“If he was here, I would direct your questions to him. Since he’s

not, I’ll bring you to where the meeting’s being held.”

Charlie had lived in a pack for the first seven years of his life, but

he hadn’t realized that some werewolves could be prudes. “Dane will
answer my questions if I ask? No more running away?” he asked.

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Tanner shook his head. “No. He just had to deal with the others

quickly, and it’s taking longer than he thought. And for the record, we
didn’t kidnap you. We rescued you.”

“How do you call taking me away from my job and my brother a

rescue? Marlia is already half-insane after losing her pack and then
her husband and son. She’s practically a lone wolf now and will be if
something happens to Mason.”

“We did some digging on you and your family. It didn’t take long

to realize that the multiple hospital trips were not all from you falling
off your bike as a kid. Even your school pictures all showed you with
some injury or another. Not one of them pictured you without a Band-
Aid somewhere on your face or neck.”

And the face and neck were right where werewolves like to attack

when they were angry. Shit, these wolves knew. Did the entire pack
know? Charlie didn’t even want to think about that. It was too
humiliating to comprehend.

He was stunned when Tanner put his hand on Charlie’s shoulder,

and not because it felt like the man was about to yank him away to
some room and lock him inside. It was as if the beta was trying to
give him some comfort. “Come on, I’ll show you where he is. You
might not be allowed inside right away, but you can wait for him until
the meeting’s over.”

Charlie nodded, and he followed Tanner to another large house.
It looked more like a barn or something. It was a big wooden

building, probably used for storage at one time, but when Tanner
opened the doors to let Charlie inside, the hallways were all
surprisingly neat and clean. It looked like he just stepped into an
office building or something, especially considering all the pale colors
and florescent lights that were above him.

There were even paintings of flowers and other generic scenery on

the wall, but on closer inspection, Charlie noticed that they weren’t
paintings at all. They were prints.

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Charlie could hear the voices getting louder as he and Tanner

walked down the hallway, and he could especially hear Dane’s voice.
He was angry. All Charlie had to do was hear the way he spoke to one
of the other werewolves to know that, even if he couldn’t see him yet.

“I said that’s enough! If anyone wants to challenge my decision

then you’re all welcome to it! But I will put every single one of you
down on your backs if that’s what it takes, and those who lose the
challenge will be banished.”

Banished?
“You should wait here,” Tanner said, suddenly putting his arm up

and halting Charlie from moving ahead any further. “I’ll go on ahead
and make sure he’s free. Take a seat right over there.”

Charlie looked behind him, to where there was a bench, roughly

ten feet back from where he’d come. There was another bench up
ahead, one that was much closer to the shut doors where it looked like
Dane was having his meeting, but Tanner clearly didn’t want him to
overhear anything.

Tanner, it seemed, didn’t know that Charlie could hear better than

even he could, thanks to having two pairs of ears. That was the only
reason why he didn’t make a fuss about it and walked over to the
bench and sat down.

Tanner watched him and waited until Charlie’s ass was firmly

planted before he turned around and walked toward the double doors
of the room where Dane was having his meeting. The noise briefly
got louder when he went inside, but then was muffled again when the
doors were shut.

That was all right. Charlie barely had to strain his ears at all. It

was one of the tricks he’d used to keep bullies away from him in
school. He always overheard things, usually embarrassing things, that
they were saying and doing when they were alone and thought no one
could hear them. He’d blackmailed his way out of a lot of lunch time
beatings over that. Didn’t have very many friends though, but it had
been worth it, and now Charlie found himself listening intently again.

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“What’s going on?” Tanner asked.
Dane sounded like he was fuming, and Charlie could just picture

his dark eyes flashing to that bright shade of red. From the sound of
his footsteps, he was also pacing. Was he really that angry?

“I’m about to mop the floor with those two dipshits in particular,”

Dane said with a growl.

The voice of a man that Charlie had never heard before barked

back. “You brought that defect here! Onto our pack territory after
your father banished him! You spit on the man’s grave, and now you
expect us to just deal with it?”

“Watch your fucking tone,” Dane snapped. His voice didn’t even

sound completely human anymore. It sounded like his wolf’s teeth
were growing out of his gums, and they were slurring his words. “I
swear to Christ, Levi, I am two seconds away from shredding you.”

Charlie shivered.
“You break my sister’s heart and you think I’m going to stand by

and let that shit happen because you’re the alpha? Fuck you, I’ll
challenge you right now for this pack, then I’ll toss that little defect
out on his four freak ears before he infects one of the pups.”

Dane roared, and from the sounds of the furniture shrieking across

the floor and things getting smashed, the challenge started up right
then and there.

Charlie jumped to his feet and ran to the doors. He couldn’t let

Dane get into a fight with his betas! Charlie couldn’t let Dane lose
control over his pack because of him!

Charlie threw open the doors, not entirely sure what the hell he

was going to do to help, but the sight before him told him exactly how
much his help was not needed.

Dane had a man down on the tiled floor, his teeth were out and the

ears on the side of his head were pointed as fur sprouted out of his
cheeks and the tops of his hands. His claws were out, his eyes were
red, and he was staring down at the huge beta beneath him like he
wanted to rip the man’s throat out with those huge canines of his.

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Both men were breathing heavily, and the guy that Charlie was

going to guess was Levi was down on his stomach, one arm pulled in
a painful angle behind his back, and his cheek smashed into the floor.
There was blood coming out of his nose, and the red on his face and
the white tile was incredibly bright.

Charlie’s tail curled between his legs at the sight.
This powerful alpha, who was making this beta bleed and submit,

had used those same hands to bring Charlie to orgasm so many times
the night before. They had been so gentle whenever Dane had touched
Charlie, that seeing Dane like this now was giving him all kinds of
mixed signals. Fear was one of them, and a heavy, undeniable lust
was second on that list.

He was so, royally fucked. Sick and twisted, but also fucked.
Levi looked up and noticed that Charlie was standing there. It

must’ve offended his inner wolf to have a defect standing over him, in
a position of power like this, because he started to buck and struggle
under Dane’s weight. Dane was strong enough that he wouldn’t be
moved, however, even after Levi started shrieking.

“Get that defect away from me! Get it away from me!”
It. This beta had just called Charlie an it. Charlie’s mother had

only called him that during the worst of times. His ears fell back next,
and he whined.

Dane reached back his hand, and then shot it forward, his claws

striking Levi’s shoulder and the claw on his pinky even striking at the
man’s neck. The claws sunk deep into the flesh through Levi’s cotton
T-shirt, like they were small daggers, and the beta grunted. “What did
I tell you before?” Dane said, roaring his words like a wild animal.

Levi was clearly in pain, but the beta was a stubborn one, even

when he was already beaten. “I’d rather leave this pack then live with
your fucking whore.”

Dane gripped Levi’s flesh even tighter. Charlie couldn’t stand to

watch anymore. He was sure that if Dane didn’t stop, that he would

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rip the man’s throat out, and that was something he really didn’t want
to see.

“Dane, Dane! Please stop, he’s beaten,” Charlie said.
Dane’s head shot up, red eyes paralyzing Charlie right where he

was. Charlie’s heart was pounding now, and he wondered if he would
be getting similar treatment as Levi for disobeying Tanner and
barging into where he clearly wasn’t wanted. Charlie swallowed hard
and looked away from the man, then he stared up at the other betas
who were in the room, including Tanner.

There were men and women of varying ages. Despite saying that

Dane was speaking with the pack elders, there weren’t many in here
who looked older than fifty, though werewolves were supposed to age
very well.

A few of them were outright glaring at Charlie, while others

stared at him with interest. Charlie avoided the glares as best as he
could and he tried to keep his tail and his ears as unnoticeable as
possible by making his ears fall flat on his head, and having his tail
hang limply by his legs.

With a roar and what sounded like a painful smack, Dane pulled

Levi’s head back by the hair and smashed his nose down onto the tiles
floor one more time before he got up and off of the man. Dane
seemed so much taller, so much stronger, and a lot more lethal as he
stared down at Charlie.

His hands were gentle as he touched Charlie’s neck and shoulder.

“Let’s get out of here. I’ve made my point with them,” Dane said.

Charlie just nodded, putting his head down and trying not to make

too much eye contact with an angry alpha who still had the smell of
blood on his hand.

Dane looked over his shoulder as they exited the room. “You’re to

be out of here by nightfall, Levi. Take your brother and sister with
you if they want to go so bad.”

“Fuck you, Dane,” Levi said, and that was the end of that.

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It seemed like Dane really did prove his point, because none of the

other werewolves in the room opened their mouths to make a
challenge, or to even say a word. Tanner was the only one who
followed Dane and Charlie out of the room. “I’m sorry. I shouldn’t
have brought him here,” Tanner said.

“No, you shouldn’t have,” Dane replied tersely.
“I wanted to see you,” Charlie said, his ears still bent backward.

He hated being unsure of what was going to happen. “Then there was
all that yelling.”

“How much of that did you hear?” Dane asked, and he opened the

door of the building, and the three of them stepped out into the sun.

“Not a lot, but when we got into the building, I picked up on a

bunch of things.”

“You were listening in?” Tanner asked, staring at him with both

curiosity and annoyance.

Charlie ducked his head. “Well, it’s hard for me to not hear

anything with two sets of ears.”

“Those work?” Tanner asked, and he looked completely

dumbstruck now. The jerk.

“Of course they work,” Charlie said, and he could feel the hairs in

his tail itching as they stuck up on end, like an affronted cat instead of
a wolf.

“Never mind that,” Dane said. “I want to get you back inside.

We’re going to have that talk I promised you last night. It’s still early,
I figured you wouldn’t notice if I was gone for a bit to deal with
everything over there.”

That, or he’d hoped that Charlie wouldn’t remember to ask Dane

anything anyway. Either way, Charlie nodded his head.

Dane’s fingers on his chin, pulling his head up to look at him,

stunned him, as well as sent a pleasurable shiver down his spine.
“You don’t ever have to look away from me. Look me in the eyes
whenever you want.”

“Really?” Charlie asked.

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“Of course. I mated you. I would want my mate to look at me, and

I want you to want that, too.”

“I do! I mean, I do want that. I want to look at you without

worrying about getting your inner alpha angry. Are you sure that’s
okay?”

“I just said that I mated you. Of course it’s okay,” Dane said, and

he had a small smile on his face.

“About that…” Charlie said, but Dane had his hand on Charlie’s

back, and he was leading him back to his house.

“Let’s talk about it privately. I don’t want anyone else overhearing

what I’m saying today. Tanner, can you go and make sure Levi gets
his shit together? If he takes Margo and Henry with him, let me
know.”

“You don’t care if three of your wolves leave?”
“Margo’s one thing, her brothers are another. I’m not going to

have either of them harassing Charlie while he’s here. The entire pack
needs to know that Charlie’s my mate and that he’s got rank on
them.”

That was the third time that Dane had said Charlie was his mate,

and Charlie’s heart started thumping as he no longer thought the man
was just throwing around that word.

Tanner nodded, and he left, off to make sure that the rest of the

pack was running smoothly when the alpha wasn’t there to oversee
every single detail himself.

After that, Dane escorted Charlie back into the house, and he

obediently went, watching Dane closely, and thinking that, maybe,
he’d had this wrong the entire time.

Tanner had said that Dane had rescued him, after all.

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Chapter Seven

Charlie sat down at the bar in the kitchen when Dane prompted

him to. “You must be hungry. You haven’t eaten anything for
breakfast yet, have you?”

It was likely from Dane’s incredible sense of smell that he knew

that. Likely he could also smell that Charlie hadn’t washed away the
dried cum that was still on him from what they’d done last night.

That bit was embarrassing as fuck, and also a little itchy, but

Charlie was actually a little glad for it.

“I guess I’m hungry, but it’s hard to think about food right now,

you know?”

“Yeah,” Dane said. “I have a lot of explaining to do.”
Interestingly enough, he started to get into those explanations he

felt were owed, all the while pulling out a carton of eggs from the
fridge, along with milk, fruits, other vegetables, and cheese. He began
to cook Charlie’s breakfast for him.

“Start off with any questions you like,” Dane said.
“I didn’t know you knew how to cook,” Charlie said, blurting it

out. It was a good thing that Dane hadn’t put a number on the amount
of questions that Charlie was allowed to ask, otherwise he would’ve
wasted one.

Dane smiled at him over his shoulder, and he started shredding the

cheddar and adding it to the eggs that were frying. “Werewolves eat a
lot. You already know that, though, don’t you?”

Charlie nodded. “Yeah, my dad and brothers ate like horses.

Mason still does. Marlia never ate as much as they did, but she never
ate as little as I did either.”

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“I noticed from last night,” Dane said. “Your appetite is more

human.”

Charlie looked down, and his ears went back.
“That’s not a bad thing,” Dane said. “Don’t ever think that if I’m

comparing you to a full-on human, that it means you’ve done
something wrong.”

Charlie’s tail swished a little at those comforting words, and his

wolf ears perked. “All right,” he said.

“As for the cooking, I’ve always liked it. Eating out is convenient

when there’s no time, or when I don’t want to leave my room,” he
said, grinning over his shoulder at Charlie in a way that made
Charlie’s cheeks flame up. “But otherwise, it’s a good time for me to
think. I can concentrate a little better when I’m focused on something
else.”

“That makes sense,” Charlie said. He’d often done the same thing

when he was having trouble with a problem in school. Thinking about
something else and just zoning out in what could be a mindless task,
like his chores, often helped him to see a little bit clearer.

Charlie then cleared his throat. Right. Now was the time to get

into all the things that Charlie wanted to know. He was going to be
brave about this and ask everything. He didn’t want to be in the dark
about what his role was anymore. “You told Tanner that I was your
mate. Is that true?”

Dane frowned and looked at him. It wasn’t an angry frown, but

the kind that was confused. “Why would I lie to my beta about
something like that?”

Charlie shrugged.
“I bit you and you bit me,” he said.
Again, Charlie couldn’t answer him, and it was a struggle to not

turn his eyes away from the man. Charlie reminded himself over and
over again that Dane wanted someone who would look at him, not
someone who would turn their eyes away and cower so easily.

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Dane’s eyes widened. “That’s why you ran away. You thought I

brought you here to be my concubine.”

There was no question in Dane’s voice. He’d figured out the truth

and he spoke it.

Now Charlie did look away, but only briefly, before he turned his

eyes back to the alpha. “What was I supposed to think? You came to
my house, pulled me right out of my job, and then gave me five
minutes to pack my things. Then I was brought to your room.”

“But you really thought I would turn you into a concubine? You

thought I’d ruin you like that?”

Charlie’s face wasn’t just flaming hot anymore. It was burning

like an inferno, like his blood had turned to a river of lava beneath his
skin. “The last time I saw you was thirteen years ago. My family was
kicked out of here because I’d supposedly insulted you somehow. I
don’t know you.”

Dane winced at that, but there was nothing Charlie could do to

ease the man’s pain, because it was true.

Just speaking those words out loud hurt. It was insane, but it hurt

to say it, even though it was true.

Charlie didn’t know Dane. This Dane was a strong alpha and a

leader, not the teenager who took Charlie fishing when the other pups
wanted to ignore him, or stood up for him that time those same pups
had thrown rocks at him in front of the adults, who did nothing.

Dane had always seemed so big and strong even then, especially

when he put bandages on Charlie’s bruises, or helped him to get the
burs out of his tail that his brothers had once thrown into the fur.

Then there was the time that Dane had saved his life.
Charlie had been taken in, tricked by some of the pups that were

now adults who were walking around this pack without a care in the
world, though Charlie wouldn’t recognize most of them even if he
saw them. Levi and his brother had definitely been in that little group,
however. Charlie remembered that much.

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He’d asked to play, keeping his ever-optimistic personality about

him that cartoons had assured him would win him over some friends.

He’d been beyond delighted when some of the boys in the group

had welcomed him within their ranks, and they had offered to share
with him a special place where they liked to go to practice their
shifting. Two of the boys in the group even already knew how to shift
at the age of nine and ten, and they were looked up to like miniature
alphas among the pups. It was they who welcomed Charlie into their
ranks, who put their arms over Charlie’s shoulders and shared jokes.

Their secret hiding place was gorgeous, and Charlie could still

recall the wonder he’d felt when he saw it. The pups had even built
themselves a tree house with a swing that went over the creek.

Charlie had played in the tree house and on the swing, but it was

when the boys all started going into the water that he had refused. He
didn’t know how to swim.

Charlie couldn’t remember much about those days, considering it

had been so long ago, but he still remembered the exact words out of
the little shifting ten year old. “Come on in here! The water’s shallow
until you get over there anyway!”

The boy had pointed to the spot where the water was supposedly

deeper, and it seemed safe enough, considering that, where the little
boy was standing, the water only went to his knees.

So Charlie had gotten in the water, ears perky and tail swishing.
His next memories were of being dragged from the shallow end to

the deep end, strong hands grabbing him under his armpits and then,
with a big count to three by all members involved, he was tossed up
and out of the water, and came down with a painful splash in the
darker water.

There had been no air, even when he’d managed to get his head

above the water’s surface. The boys had all been standing around,
looking at him and then amongst themselves. No one smiled, and as
Charlie used the little air he had to call out for help, the boys all
scattered, running away before they could get into any trouble.

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Charlie still didn’t remember coming out of the water, but when

he did, it was to the painful sensation of having a heavy weight
pressing down on his stomach and chest.

He’d coughed and took in air like it had been his first time

breathing, and when he spotted Dane, who was soaking wet and
kneeling above him, Charlie had cried and clutched the older boy
tightly.

Only days later Dane had told Charlie not to touch him, and to

leave.

“The idea wasn’t to kidnap you, Charlie. I wanted to save you,”

Dane said.

Charlie snorted, and this time he did look away, but only because

he couldn’t look at Dane anymore. “You were a little late if that’s
what you wanted to do. I’m an adult now, and Marlia hadn’t touched
me in years. I didn’t need any saving.”

“What about your brother? Mason? From what I remember he

didn’t treat you so great either when you both lived in this pack.”

“He was a pup then,” Charlie said, coming to his brother’s

defense. “Pups are mean and cruel to other pups, that’s just how it is.
He grew out of that a long time ago, and so did my other brother
before he died.”

Charlie meant it, too. He wasn’t going to blame Mason for the

things he’d said or the pranks he’d pulled when he was only a few
years older than Charlie was. Blaming a child for things like that just
seemed like it would be a sick way of holding onto the past. Charlie
didn’t even blame the kids who’d pulled him into the water that day
when he nearly drowned. He’d let it all go. It was the adults he had
trouble with. “Mason and I get along just fine now. Now he probably
has trouble leaving the house because Marlia’s driving him insane. I
don’t think I’ve ever heard of a pack of two before.”

A pack of three had been pushing it enough.
Dane sighed, and he plated Charlie’s food and put it under his

nose. It looked delicious, and the smells from the meat and eggs and

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cheese was enough to get Charlie’s mouth to fill up with moisture, but
he didn’t want it. Dane didn’t touch the food that he’d plated for
himself either.

“I thought you would be coming back,” Dane said.
Charlie looked up at the man, and for the first time ever, it was

Dane that was looking away from him. He was staring down at his
food, like he didn’t know what to make of it, or was worried to look at
Charlie.

“What do you mean come back? You told me to leave,” Charlie

said. “I remember that. I remember that perfectly. You told me not to
touch you and that you wanted me to leave.”

“It wasn’t supposed to be like that,” Dane said, shaking his head

and clenching his fists on the bar. “I needed you to go, but my father
wasn’t supposed to banish you indefinitely. I didn’t even know he’d
done that until two years ago when you turned eighteen.”

“Eighteen?” Charlie asked. “What did my birthday have to do

with anything?”

Now he was full-on staring at Dane, and the alpha was still

looking down at his breakfast plate, which was growing cold.

“Are you blushing?” Charlie asked.
“Shut up,” Dane said, though he smirked a little.
Charlie hooted. “Oh my God! I’ve got an alpha blushing over

here!”

“And unless you want the entire pack to think I’m weak, you’ll

keep that to yourself.”

Charlie crossed his heart. “Of course I will. Won’t tell a soul.”
Charlie didn’t think there was a beta or alpha in the world who

would think that Dane was weak, but he was still getting used to
being in a pack of this size, so he wouldn’t risk it.

Dane shook his head, and the smile soon left his face as he looked

up at Charlie. “When I realized what was happening, it was the
dirtiest feeling I ever had in my entire life. I couldn’t even look at you
without wanting to be sick.”

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“Thanks a lot,” Charlie said, crossing his arms and leaning back in

his stool. “You just killed the fun atmosphere I made.”

“What I’m about to tell you wasn’t fun. Not for me, especially

when I found out what was happening.”

Charlie looked at Dane, and he waited. Dane took in a deep

breath, as if he was trying to find his courage.

“I completed the mating last night, but I’ve been mated to you

since you were six years old.”

Charlie blinked. His brain didn’t turn Dane’s words into

something else, which meant that he hadn’t misheard the man, but he
could still hardly believe it. “Uh, what?”

Dane ran his strong hand through his dark hair. “I know, it’s sick.”
“Well, no,” Charlie said, wanting to comfort Dane since this was

clearly bothering him. “I mean, I think I would’ve remembered if
you’d molested me or something, which you didn’t.” Charlie stopped
and thought for a second, and then he was staring at Dane with
suspicion in his eyes. “You weren’t getting sexually aroused at the
sight of me or anything, were you?”

“Of course not!” Dane shouted, eyes wide and all kinds of insult

on his face. His nose and upper lip was even twisted, as if the thought
sickened him.

If he had ears and a tail, Charlie didn’t doubt for a second they

would’ve both been spiked up, hairs raised and everything.

“Well, you’re acting all guilty, what was I supposed to think?”
“I wasn’t that sick,” Dane muttered. “That’s not the point anyway,

the point is that I was eighteen when I realized the person I needed
most in my life was a fucking seven year old.”

This was clearly bothering Dane a lot, but now that Charlie was

getting his answers, he found his spirits lifting more and more. He
liked what he was hearing. “That’s why you were always so nice to
me and sticking up for me,” he said, and then he realized something
else. “That’s why you sent me away!” Even that was enough to make

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him smile. Dane had gotten rid of him because he wanted Charlie to
grow up, away from him.

“I told my father what happened,” Dane said. “I wasn’t even…I

didn’t know for sure that you were mine until I found you drowning
in the water. When I was trying to get you breathing again, I kept
telling myself over and over again that if you died, I was going to kill
those little bastards for what they’d done. They were just pups, but I
would have killed them if you’d died because of them. When you
started breathing, I was so relieved, I couldn’t think straight for hours.
I can still remember how hard my body was shaking over the scare of
thinking you were dead, even after you came back and started to cry
and hug me.”

Charlie listened intently to every word. He hadn’t known that he’d

scared Dane so much. It was flattering and frightening at the same
time, knowing that someone aside from his father had cared about
whether he’d lived or died. Charlie hadn’t known about it at all.

“I told my father, and then the next day I told him that I thought I

was mated to you. He tried to deny it, told me you were too young,
but even when I started to suspect it, I looked into other wolves who
found their mates young. It does happen, even at those sorts of ages.”

“What did those wolves do?” Charlie asked, even though he was

pretty sure he knew the answer.

“Some left their packs and returned when the other mate was old

enough, others went to prison for child abuse. I was the alpha’s son,
so I couldn’t go anywhere, and I was so damned scared that I would
turn into some sick and twisted monster that I couldn’t even go near
you after that. I didn’t want your hugs or even for you to speak to me
anymore. Looking back, I know that was dumb. I never would’ve
touched you like that, but it was just the fear of it. It warped my
thinking, and it was better to send you and your family away to the
city. My father was supposed to offer your father a job and keep in
contact. You were all still meant to be a part of the pack, but just
working closer to the humans. You were supposed to come back the

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night after you turned eighteen. I realized something was wrong when
several weeks went by and I still heard nothing from your family.”

“Your father never told you that he banished us?”
Dane shook his head. “Not a word. I had no clue even after he was

killed in an alpha fight. There was too much to do with burying him,
making sure the pack that killed him didn’t take over here, and then
keeping half of those idiots from tearing each other apart. When I was
able, I started looking for you. What I found of your mother, I didn’t
like.”

Dane’s eyes flashed red at those words, and Charlie felt his face

heat up with shame over the fact that he hadn’t been strong enough to
defend himself against his own mother.

“She wasn’t so bad, by the end,” Charlie said, feeling the need to

defend his own blood, even if it was Marlia.

“You’re a better son than I would have been,” Dane said. “If my

father had done that to me, I would’ve left as soon as I was able,
found myself a different pack, and left him alone. He was lucky I
found out what he did after he died.”

Charlie shook his head. “It’s not the same. Assuming that he was

alive when you found out, even if you’d left, he still would’ve had a
pack. Aside from Mason, Marlia now has no one. Her pack keeps
getting smaller, and it’s making her even more unstable.”

Dane sighed. “I’ll bring her and Mason here. They can be part of

the pack again. You’ve already vouched for Mason, but I’ll let Marlia
come back, only if you want that.”

Charlie stared at Dane good and hard. “I really am your mate,

aren’t I?”

Dane smiled at him, and he nodded. “Yeah, for a long time now.”
Charlie couldn’t hold back, he launched himself up and out of his

seat, practically jumping right over the bar and knocking his and
Dane’s plates to the side as he reached out and grabbed Dane by the
back of the head and yanked him forward for a hard and possessive
kiss.

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Chapter Eight

Charlie couldn’t contain himself, and he didn’t want to either. He

had to have Dane, needed to feel the man’s cock inside of him,
claiming him, and those teeth of his biting down on the still-sore
wound on the side of Charlie’s neck.

Everything Charlie had just heard was enough for him to believe

Dane wanted him. Dane loved him, and Dane was mated to him.
Charlie pulled Dane closer to him, and Dane’s body was hard and
strong as he pressed Charlie’s back against the stainless steel fridge.
The metal was cold on Charlie’s back after his shirt had come off, but
his body heat warmed it up in an instant, especially when Dane spread
Charlie’s legs and settled his hips between them, pushing their hard
but still clothed cocks against each other.

Charlie fisted his hands into Dane’s hair and moaned against his

warm, wet mouth, and he pushed his hips back against that wonderful,
amazing pressure. They were dry humping each other right where
anyone could walk in and see them, Charlie’s tail was being squished
painfully behind him, and he didn’t give a flying fuck about any of it.

Dane used his sharp teeth to nip on Charlie’s lower lip, his voice

all kinds of low and husky when he spoke. Sex for the ears. “Let’s go
upstairs,” he said.

Charlie whined a bit at that, the ten-second run to get back to

Dane’s room and his bed seemed like way too long to wait when his
hands were already working on the belt, button and fly that separated
Charlie from the bulge beneath.

“Let’s stay here,” Charlie said.

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Dane chuckled and kissed him again. “As fun as it would be to

fuck you against the kitchen counter, I don’t keep lube hidden in the
kitchen.”

Charlie’s eyes widened at that. Fuck, he’d almost forgotten. In

fact, his ass even ached a little at the thought of going without lube
again. “Uh, yeah, I guess we should go upstairs,” he said.

Dane laughed out loud and pressed his face against the crook of

Charlie’s neck, his uninjured side. It felt good, feeling the vibrations
of that laugh all throughout his body. Charlie held onto Dane and felt
a swell of affection building up within him.

Two years. He could have been here, enjoying this and

experiencing Dane’s laugh two years ago. If only he’d known.

Dane was incredibly eager to get Charlie up the stairs, as was

proven when, for the second time, Charlie found himself being carried
up those stairs. The only difference was that this time, Charlie had a
great view of Dane’s ass as he was slung over the man’s shoulder. He
laughed all the way up the stairs, especially when Dane’s hand slid
appreciatively over Charlie’s ass.

Then they were back in Dane’s bedroom. Because Charlie had

been outside, and then in Dane’s meeting room, and then in the
kitchen smelling breakfast, he’d almost forgotten how strong the scent
of their sex was in this bedroom. His nose wasn’t even as remotely
sensitive to those sorts of smells, not the way Dane’s was, so Charlie
could only imagine how strong that smell was for Dane.

The alpha seemed to like it, however, as he dumped Charlie onto

the bed and crawled on top of him, eyes flaring a bright red as he
stared at Charlie like he was something to eat.

Their mouths met, and their groins came back down together.

Charlie panted against Dane’s talented mouth, and he sucked on the
man’s tongue when it slid between his lips, thrusting back and forth in
a slow motion, as if they were already making love.

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Dane grabbed onto Charlie’s hands, threading their fingers

together as he pulled their palms above Charlie’s head, kissing and
nipping at the wound on the side of his throat.

Charlie moaned and jerked. “Th–that feels good,” he said.
“I’m going to put my teeth there again, don’t you worry,” Dane

said, and he reached over, finding the lube where it had been
forgotten in the messy sheets from the night before.

Charlie could hardly believe that there was even anything still left

over inside of that bottle, considering how much of it they’d used the
night before, but the sight of it also sent a pleasurable jolt down his
spine and to his cock and balls, and it became imperative that he get
out of his pants and be naked as soon as possible.

He wasn’t shy about his body with Dane. Not anymore, and when

Dane popped open the cap and squirted some of the slick substance in
his hand, Charlie grabbed the man by the ears, pressed their mouths
together, and pulled Dane on top of him.

Dane went, but he didn’t stay for very long, as he almost

immediately began a slow, torturous slide down Charlie’s body,
pressing kisses all along the way, over one of Charlie’s budding
nipples, and then over his stomach, and pelvis, before his lips touched
down on the length of Charlie’s hard cock.

Charlie’s eyes slid shut even before that warm mouth encased his

dick, and his head fell back. “Oh, yeah,” he said with a sigh, and then
hissed. He looked down at his lover just to see the entire length of his
cock sliding between Dane’s pink lips, vanishing and then appearing
again as Dane moved his head back and forth at a slow pace. The
man’s fingers touched against Charlie’s hole, pressing inside, and the
burn returned as Charlie was stretched.

After last night, Charlie would have thought that his ass would

need a real break, but despite the soreness, he was able to take it, and
he wanted it. He moaned and sighed, watching Dane’s every move as
the man gave him the most spectacular blow job while he scissored
Charlie’s ass, getting him ready for what was to come. Charlie

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couldn’t keep his hands out of Dane’s dark head of hair, gently urging
his mouth to take in more of Charlie’s cock, to deep throat him, and
that was exactly what Dane did.

Charlie swore that he nearly died when he felt the tip of his dick

touching the back of Dane’s throat, and Dane didn’t so much as gag
or give off any indication that he was uncomfortable. Charlie just
hoped he would be able to be this good for Dane whenever he was
doing the same thing.

“Fuck, Dane, stop it, or I’m gonna come,” Charlie said.
Dane pulled his mouth away just long enough to grin that wicked

grin up at Charlie, and respond. “That’s a bad thing?”

Charlie surprised himself when he growled at the man. “It is when

I want you inside me first,” he said, reaching down to grab at Dane’s
shoulders, trying to pull the man back up his body.

It was hard, because Dane was so damned strong, and he was

insisting on being a stubborn bastard about it. “Not yet, give me one
second, baby,” he said, and for good measure, he stretched out his
fingers inside Charlie’s pucker one more time, getting Charlie as
loose as he possibly could, before he slowly and gently pulled them
out of Charlie’s hole.

“I think I should get out of my pants before trying to get inside

you, don’t you think?”

Charlie felt his face heating up like there was a small fire beneath

his skin at that one. “Uh, yeah, I guess you should work on that one.”

Dane laughed again. He had such a nice laugh. Charlie wanted to

wrap himself up in that sound and snuggle up in it for the rest of his
life. His tail thumped on the bed at the thought.

Dane saw that, and must’ve taken it as a sign that Charlie was

pleased with the fact that Dane was finally getting naked. “A little bit
impatient, are we?”

“Shut up and get over here,” Charlie said, opening his arms up for

his mate to sink into.

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Dane kicked his pants and shoes off, discarding the nice and

expensive-looking clothing as though it were all trash before he
settled himself on top of Charlie’s body, between his legs.

Charlie lifted his hips up a bit higher, exposing his pucker and

making it easier for what he knew was coming. Dane adjusted himself
as if he’d already been there a thousand times before, and Charlie
tightened his thighs and knees around the man’s hips, trying his best
to keep him there.

“Eager?” Dane asked.
Charlie didn’t mind feeding the man’s ego in the least.

“Absolutely,” he said, and he inhaled a shivery breath when he felt
the blunt and slick head of Dane’s cock touching Charlie’s asshole.

“Tell me if it hurts,” Dane said as he started to push his way

inside.

Like Charlie would do something like that. There was nothing he

wanted more than to have that pain, to have Dane inside of him,
roughly taking him, and he grabbed onto the back of Dane’s neck and
yanked his face down for another hard kiss, thrusting his ass against
Dane’s cock and impaling himself even more.

The pain was still there, but it was sharp and over with quickly

thanks to the preparation, and the fact that Dane was almost
immediately touching Charlie’s prostate.

He cried out at the sheer pleasure of it, and the added friction of

his cock trapped between his and Dane’s bellies was driving him
absolutely wild.

Charlie had been wrong about their first time together. He’d

assumed that Dane was the sort of alpha who would take Charlie hard
and rough, despite not having proper lubricant, and being his first
time, but he’d been amazingly gentle. They’d both been driven by the
need to mate and fuck then, regardless of where they were, but even
when Dane had returned with Charlie back to his house, he’d still
been gentle enough, only speeding up and hardening the push and pull
of his thrusts when he was sure that Charlie could take it.

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Now it was different. There was no easing into this, and Dane’s

teeth sharpened as the canines of his wolf came out, his grip on
Charlie’s body tightened, and his slammed his hips back and forth, the
force of which caused their flesh to make rude smacking noises. It
was by far the best feeling in the world, and Charlie moaned and
thrust his ass back against Dane’s surging cock like he needed it to
survive, to breathe, all of it.

“Oh fuck, oh my God!” Charlie moaned, and then he cried out as

the sharp sensation of Dane’s teeth puncturing his mating wound
brought on so much pain and pleasure at the same time that his body
couldn’t contain it.

Charlie hadn’t exactly been close to coming, he hadn’t reached the

home stretch yet, but the feel of Dane’s teeth deepening his mating
wound was like giving his body a hundred energy drinks that sped up
the process, made the swell up inside of him and then burst free
through his balls and cock, and then ending on his stomach, at a
hundred miles an hour.

And then he came again.
An orgasm wasn’t supposed to last so long, but it did, and the

force of what Charlie felt must’ve been the catalyst of Dane’s
pleasure, because the man screwed his eyes shut and mowed, never
slowing down the motion of his hips. In fact, his impossibly fast pace
sped up even more, and he threw his head back, opened his blood lips,
and roared as Charlie felt the warm gushing of his orgasm filling him
up, touching his inside, and marking him with Dane’s scent.

Dane collapsed on top of him, but Charlie couldn’t feel any

discomfort over the man’s weight. If anything, it was comfortable,
and he couldn’t help touching the man, sliding his hands across
Dane’s back, and mapping out every muscle, every scar. He couldn’t
wait to find out where they’d come from.

“Fuck,” Dane said.
That only just barely jolted Charlie out of the pleasurable haze he

was still riding on. “What is it?” he asked.

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Dane blew out a breath, which tickled Charlie’s wound and made

him shiver. “I wanted that to last longer than two minutes.”

Charlie could hardly believe it, that this strong alpha could suffer

from some sort of performance anxiety was the most ridiculous thing
he’d ever heard in his life.

That was unacceptable that Dane thought he’d given Charlie some

kind of subpar experience. “I’m not joking in the least when I say that
it was probably the best sex I’ve ever had in my life.”

“You’ve only ever had sex with me,” Dane said, nudging him a

little as he looked down at him, but at least there was a small smile
back on his face.

“I know,” Charlie said, and he slid his fingers through Dane’s hair

one more time. Dane had made the comment that he thought Charlie’s
ears were soft, and Charlie couldn’t help but think the same thing
about Dane’s hair. It really was insane how soft an alpha’s hair could
be.

“Hmm,” Dane said, clearly thinking about his next words. “Well,

I guess that means I need to do my best to make the next round even
better.”

“Yup,” Charlie replied, and his tail itched at him as it tried to

thump beneath the weight of two people. “You should get on that
right now,” he said, feeling Dane’s half-hard cock already thickening
even more inside of his body.

“Right after you bite me,” Dane said, and he presented his neck.
How could Charlie turn away a gift like that?

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Chapter Nine

Several weeks went by, and Charlie was settling himself into the

new role as alpha’s mate nicely. Sort of. There were still people in the
pack who didn’t want him there, even if they were no longer vocal
about it after what had happened with Dane and Levi in the meeting
room.

A lot of the pups outright avoided him, but Charlie didn’t blame

them for that. He suspected it was a lot of fear mongering on the parts
of their parents, and since there wasn’t anything Dane could really do
about it, it was let go for the most part.

Charlie was just happy when one of the pack members drove his

Jeep onto the property, and Dane had declared it proper for Charlie to
keep his job working at the comic shop. Charlie had figured that Dane
wouldn’t keep him from a job that he loved, especially after their talk.
Charlie didn’t even mind the longer commute, and he was equally
happy when Mason and Marlia also drove onto the pack’s property,
the back of Mason’s truck filled to the brim with all the furniture and
belongings that had been collected over the years, and another small
trailer pulling what was left of it in the back.

Marlia had been ecstatic to be back on pack property. She’d even

looked at Charlie and touched his shoulder before going off to hug old
friends that she’d been forced to leave behind after Dane’s father had
banished her and her family.

Charlie allowed it, but he already knew that she wouldn’t be

talking to him or giving him any other nice little touches like that. She
still despised him, and now that she had a full pack she could
socialize with the others again. She no longer needed Charlie.

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Truth be told, Charlie was perfectly fine with it, because it meant

that he no longer had to worry about her, or be around her out of some
feeling of necessity because she was part of his small pack. He had a
big pack now, he had his mate and he had his brother. Charlie would
get along with Marlia now so long as she stayed away from him.

Mason’s greeting was different from their mother’s. He wrapped

up Charlie in a giant bear hug that took his feet right off the ground.
“I’m happy for you,” Mason said, and he sounded like he meant it.

Considering they had both thought that Dane was taking Charlie

with the sole purpose of turning him into a concubine, then it was
only to be expected that he would be happy for his brother.

Charlie was no concubine. He was the mate of the alpha, and

whether the rest of the pack liked it or not, whether Marlia had trouble
believing it, it didn’t matter. He held a position of authority. That was
a lot more than other defects could say about their positions within
their own packs.

When Dane wasn’t dealing with unruly pack members, and

handling the finances that came from running his own construction
business, he and Charlie were making up for lost time. Charlie was
pretty sure that they’d christened every room of that house, every
floor and every table, by having sex on them. Multiple times. There
was now lube hidden in pretty much every nook and cranny of the
house, anywhere that could be considered within easy reach for
whenever Dane’s alpha had come out demanding sex from his mate.

In the beginning, Charlie was embarrassed to constantly be

smelling of Dane’s cum, but as time went on, and he became used to
the way pack life worked once more, he started to enjoy it, sometimes
strutting himself around, proud of the fact that Dane had marked him
and wanted his scent on Charlie to begin with.

The times when Dane needed to let his wolf out were the absolute

best. Because Charlie couldn’t shift, he couldn’t partake in some of
the hunts, or even the regular activities that the other omegas did, like
running through the woods to keep in shape. It was difficult on his

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human feet to be running where there were no trails, but Dane had
wanted to chase after his mate, to hunt him and fuck him in the woods
the same as other mated pairs did whenever they were in heat, so an
online order with extra paid for overnight shipping brought Charlie a
special pair of shoes that would allow him to run easier through the
brush and twigs, and this time get farther than he had the first time
he’d tried running away from the pack.

Those were always the best. Charlie had enjoyed making Dane’s

wolf search for him, guess where he’d gone and earn the right to
make love to him. Because Charlie had a mostly human form, he even
doubled back at one point and climbed up a tree, delighting as he
watched the large, black wolf that was his mate run on by, following
Charlie’s scent.

Of course, Dane had figured it out within minutes, and the wolf

had turned back, keeping its head pointed up to the trees this time,
searching Charlie out.

Charlie had just waited. He’d wanted to be caught by that point

anyway, and when the red eyes of the black wolf finally spotted him,
and he howled, Charlie had grinned, and climbed down from his
hiding spot to give his alpha his prize.

Dane had shifted and fucked Charlie hard against that very tree, to

the point that Charlie had even howled. Howled! After which, Dane
had nuzzled Charlie’s bite mark with appreciation, and when Charlie
wished for a pocket knife so that he could carve his and Dane’s names
onto the tree, Dane had surprised him again when he’d used one of his
claws to do just that, marking the tree as belonging to them. He’d
even put a little heart around their initials and everything. Charlie had
never felt more like a carefree teenager in his entire life.

He’d also had to brush the twigs and bits of bark out of his tail

when they’d returned from the chase, but Dane had helped him with
that while lying in bed together, enjoying a meal of freshly killed
rabbit and pheasants. He was always in awe of the fact that Dane
could eat the meat raw and not suffer any of the effects that came with

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doing something like that. Charlie occasionally had that craving for
raw meat, but in the end was always sick after eating it. The best he
could do was enjoy his steaks cooked medium rare.

Everything was great. Charlie had thought he’d found the happy

ending to his story and that the credits could roll and everything, but
of course, the story always went on in real life. There never was a
definitive ending, not really, so when he discovered his pregnancy,
and he spoke of it to Dane, he was shocked when his mate looked less
than thrilled and even asked him to keep it quiet for a while.

The wolf ears on top of Charlie’s head fell down like a kicked

dog’s. “You want me to keep it quiet?”

“Just for now, baby,” Dane said. “Hey, look at me, this isn’t

because of your ears, or because I think the pup will have them. I’m
just going to make sure that the rest of the pack doesn’t give you a
hard time over this.”

“I don’t care if they give me a hard time,” Charlie said, ears

perking again. He wasn’t sure why he was always so insecure when it
came to Dane. He knew almost everything there was to know about
the man now. He knew why Dane had sent him away, and he now
knew that it wasn’t him, but his father, who had been so cruel about
the entire thing.

He trusted Dane, but every once in a while his own fears about

what he was, not entirely being a werewolf, but also not being a
complete human, scared him. Even with the bite on his neck and
shoulder, he was still terrified of the idea of losing the love of his life
a second time.

“I know you don’t, but I do,” Dane said. “I’m not asking you to

keep it from Mason. This is good news, so we can tell him together if
you want. It’s everyone else I’m worried about.”

Charlie tried to read between the lines on this one, without letting

his insecurities get in the way. “Is this about Margo?”

Dane sighed, and his hands slipped away from Charlie’s

shoulders. “Yes,” he said.

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Charlie’s heart thumped in his chest. “At least you’re being honest

about it,” he said.

“I’m not trying to put her feelings above yours. I just don’t want

her other brother to think that this news means he can harass you, or
that he and Levi can try and take the pack for themselves.”

“I know,” Charlie said, but he still wasn’t happy about it.
This had been one of those awkward things that he and Dane had

spoken about when they’d finally started talking, right after all the sex
had ended. Dane hadn’t stayed a virgin just because he’d realized who
his mate was. Considering the man was now thirty-one years old,
Charlie couldn’t blame him for that. It would have been a long time to
go without having an intimate relationship with anyone, and
considering the blind fear that had clouded Dane’s judgment back
then, he’d basically turned into the sort of guy who had many
relationships throughout his life, all in an effort to forget about the
horrifying fact that his true mate was still a child.

The men and women he’d been with had never lasted. None had

gone more than two months, and none of them had also been part of
the pack.

None except for Margo. Apparently she had been special, special

enough to make Charlie jealous as all hell. She was gorgeous. It was
stupid how beautiful she looked, and it was a natural beauty, too. She
wore almost no makeup that Charlie could tell, and because his
mother caked on the foundation, he did know how to spot a woman
who used too much of the stuff.

She was gorgeous, and so was Dane, and Charlie was less than

average, scrawny, and a defect who was stuck with parts of his inner
wolf poking out of his body, as if they were forever melted together
against their will.

Charlie had never seen the two of them together. Dane had been

careful about that, not wanting to give Charlie any reasons to doubt
his loyalty or his love, but Charlie could tell that Dane and Margo
would be a handsome couple. According to Dane, it was something

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that had gone on for longer than it should have, and they had both
wanted different things, while thinking that the other was on the same
page.

Margo had wanted to be Dane’s mate and life partner, and Dane

had just wanted a friend who could also be his lover. He’d wanted
intimacy, but didn’t want to have any concubines to get it.

Margo had apparently been heartbroken when Dane finally

opened her eyes to what their relationship really was, and even though
he’d tried to explain to her that she hadn’t been a concubine to him,
that was how she’d felt.

Her brothers had been angry at Dane ever since, and even more so

when Dane brought Charlie to the pack.

Just because Levi was banished didn’t mean he had no contact

with his family. The news of the pregnancy was likely to piss him off
just as much as everything else.

“Hey,” Dane put one hand on Charlie’s shoulder, and he used the

other to turn Charlie’s chin up so that he was looking up into Dane’s
face. “I love you,” he said. “I love this pup that you’re carrying. I love
you both and I want you both, but I also want you to be safe. You
know how strange some of the men in the pack have been acting
lately. I just want to make sure no one does anything stupid.”

It made so much sense, and was spoken with such love and

sincerity that Charlie would have been a fool to not believe the man.
He threw his arms around Dane’s neck and kissed him. “You’ll love
the pup, even if it will be like me?” he asked. “Stuck in both forms?”

Dane’s hand touched the wolf ears on top of Charlie’s head. The

man’s fingers were as gentle as ever as he stroked the soft fur.
“Especially then. I don’t know if you’ve realized this yet, but I’m sort
of your biggest fan.”

Charlie couldn’t keep the grin from his face at the mention of that.
Yeah, he should have realized that. “You like putting your teeth

on my ears enough, so I guess that makes sense.”

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“You guess?” Dane asked, and he gently nipped on the edge of

one of Charlie’s wolf ears, making him shiver.

“I know it,” Charlie said.
“Good,” Dane replied, and he leaned in and pressed a kiss to

Charlie’s mouth this time. “Get to work before you’re late. I’ll call a
meeting and feel out how the pack is handling things. We can tell
them when you get back.”

Charlie couldn’t help but grin at that. There was something a little

extra special about the fact that Dane wanted Charlie beside him when
he broke the news to the rest of his pack. “That sounds good, but, just
one more thing?”

“What is it?” Dane asked.
He was clearly in a mood to offer Charlie whatever he wanted,

and Charlie was going to take advantage of that. He grabbed onto
Dane’s hand, and he put it between his legs, getting the alpha to
squeeze his growing bulge. “Carrying a baby is really making me
want you. I haven’t felt your mouth on my cock in a while.”

Dane grinned at him, grabbed him, and then threw him down on

the nearest soft surface so they could both enjoy a quickie before
Charlie had to climb into his Jeep and get to work.

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Chapter Ten

Three Weeks Later

Charlie was quietly humming to himself on the drive away from

pack property. The road was paved, but hardly anyone came this way
since it was just a two-lane highway leading away from the city. A
line of thick, dark pines were on either side of him, and Charlie
wouldn’t start to see any small amounts, or even major, traffic for
another twenty-five minutes when the trees all gave way to fields, and
then houses and apartments, and a whole lot more slate-gray-colored
roads.

Charlie had a lot of things to hum about lately. The talk that he

and Dane had with the pack, explaining to them that Charlie was
carrying the alpha’s pup, had gone well, better than Charlie would
have thought. Even Marlia had hugged him over the idea of having a
grandchild, which was the most unexpected thing Charlie had ever
experienced.

Ever since coming back to the pack, with so many wolves around,

she was almost normal again, though Charlie wasn’t planning on
leaving her alone with his child anytime soon after the birth. More
and more of the pack was starting to accept the fact that Charlie was
back, and that Dane had claimed him as a mate.

The few men who had shaken their heads at the announcement,

Dane promptly put in their place, either with a glare, or by grabbing
onto a few necks and slamming men into the ground in a show of
clear strength and dominance that made Charlie love and want the
man even more.

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Margo, Dane’s ex, had promptly stormed out of the room the

second the pregnancy was announced. Charlie had tried to speak with
her, to apologize, even though he wasn’t sure what he was
apologizing for.

She still didn’t speak to him. She walked away whenever he

approached, and Charlie wasn’t about to try and force that issue. He
felt bad enough for the girl, but honestly wished that she would stop
silently taking her anger out on him. Charlie hadn’t done anything
wrong, and Margo was gorgeous. Charlie had seen enough of the
betas show an interest in her. She really could have anyone she
wanted if she would just give up on the fact that Dane hadn’t chosen
her.

Charlie tried not to think about that, and he focused on the road

instead. He liked driving out here because it was a lot more relaxing
when he had the entire road to himself. It was quiet and peaceful, and
it allowed him to think about all the things he still needed to get for
when his pup arrived. It wasn’t every day that a defect found himself
pregnant, and while Charlie never thought he would have any
children, or even want them, excitement over what the future would
bring coursed through him, and sometimes made it difficult to sleep at
night.

Then Charlie nearly tasted his heart in his mouth when a loud pop

sounded, like a gunshot next to his ear, and his Jeep was suddenly
leaning down to the right.

Charlie had to keep a firm grip on the steering wheel just to keep

himself from going off the road and into the ditch. His breathing and
heart rate were still erratic, even when he managed to get the Jeep
under control and pulled over safely to the side of the road.

He had to take a minute just to catch his breath and stop his hands

from shaking. And it took him another minute after that just to be able
to pry his own fingers off the wheel and get out of the car. What the
fuck had happened?

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Charlie was almost walking normally when he walked around the

side of the Jeep to have a look at the problem. The front tire on the
right side was completely flat, and when he checked out the back, the
back right tire was also completely devoid of air, and when he looked
close enough, the back left tire was even slowly deflating as well.

He didn’t have to check them out to realize that what he was

seeing couldn’t be an accident. Two tires blowing like that, and one
that was deflating? It was too big of a coincidence to ignore. Someone
had just tried to kill him.

“You all right there?”
Charlie jumped and swirled around, and his heart rate picked right

back up, going into panic attack mode as he watched Levi and Henry
walk up to him, their own truck parked just on the other side of the
road. They must’ve just arrived while Charlie was too much in shock
to notice them.

His ears fell back and his tail tucked between his legs. “I…uh, ran

over something, I guess,” he said. And it looked like they had driven
in from the other direction, so they couldn’t have run over whatever it
was that had flattened Charlie’s tires. His new tires, which had been
changed over only a few weeks before Dane had come to take him
back to the pack.

“Oh, no problem, want us to have a look?” Levi asked, as if flat

tires were something that they could take a look at and diagnose, like
the engine or something.

Charlie found himself backing away from the man as he came

ever closer. “No, I’m fine, I’m just going to call Dane and he can give
me a lift back to the pack.”

He tried to tell himself that, even though Levi didn’t live with the

pack anymore, that it wasn’t unusual for the two brothers to still be
driving out here, one dropping off the other after a visit, but Charlie’s
instincts were screaming at him to flee, and Levi and Henry both
looked less than helpful.

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Fuck, fuck, fuck. Levi wasn’t stopping, and Charlie had left his

phone on the passenger seat of the Jeep. He was already moving over
to that side of the vehicle, hoping to quickly grab it before he had to
make a run for it, but Levi already charged at him, and Charlie
couldn’t afford to use up any of his precious seconds trying to get at a
cell phone he would never reach in time. He turned tail and ran his ass
through the trees.

“Get back here!” Henry yelled.
Fat chance of that. Charlie pumped his arms and legs like his life

depended on it, and he was pretty sure that it did, as the yelling of the
men behind him suddenly turned into snarling and howling. They’d
turned into their wolf forms, and it would be just a matter of seconds
until they both caught up with Charlie if he didn’t think quickly.

He tried to turn around and double back to the direction of the

pack, even though he knew that he would never make it there in time
before the two wolves behind him ripped him apart.

It didn’t help at all when Levi’s brown wolf jumped in his way,

cutting him off and forcing Charlie to skid to a halt and change
directions. He wasn’t as fast as they were, and from the snapping
sounds of their teeth against his ankles, they were catching up to him
quickly, or just playing with their food.

“Please, stop!” Charlie yelled, even though screaming out like that

used up precious oxygen. “Stop!”

They didn’t stop, and Henry’s sharp wolf teeth even bit down on

his leg, sending Charlie screaming to the ground of hard twigs, dead
leaves and broken branches. He was pretty sure he’d cut himself on
the way down on some of the sharp rocks, but that was the least of his
concern when Levi doubled back and crunched his teeth down onto
Charlie’s wrist.

He screamed and struggled as both wolves shook around, like they

were trying to snap the necks of a couple of squirrels they’d caught.

It felt more like they were trying to dislocate Charlie’s limbs, and

the more he screamed and struggled, the deeper the bites became.

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Charlie reached his hand around, his free hand, beneath the leaves,

searching for a rock, or something that he could use as a weapon. His
hand came up with a big damp log that had a couple of centipedes
crawling on it, but for the first time in his life, Charlie wasn’t grossed
out by the sight of the bugs as he smashed the heavy log into Levi’s
head.

The wolf yipped and released Charlie’s arm, and then Charlie did

his best to hit Henry over the head as much as possible. Charlie hit
himself several times thanks to the frantic way that Henry was
moving around, but eventually the wolf was forced to release him and
step back, but the angry color of red in its eyes didn’t make Charlie
feel any better.

“You little fucker!” Levi screamed, and he yanked the log out of

Charlie’s hands before Charlie was even fully away that he was in
human form and behind him.

Then the log smashed down onto the side of Charlie’s head, and

he saw a flash of all white before everything was black.

He was in a daze after that. He had no idea where he was, where

he was going, or what was happening, but his equilibrium felt way
off, and he had the sort of motion sickness that came with being on a
boat in the middle of a rocky ocean. He was being carried, and Henry
and Levi were arguing with each other.

“Will you just stop already! There’s nothing we can do about it

now so we have to keep going!” Levi snapped.

Henry sounded just as angry. “The river is too damned far away

from the Jeep. How the hell are we going to make this look like an
accident?”

“He’s already got the bump on his head from when I hit him, and

you and I are both bleeding now from when he hit us. This is easier
than I thought it was going to be. We were in a car accident, and
Charlie stumbled out and walked through the woods when he went
into the water. We followed him and were too late. End of story.”

What were they talking about?

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Whatever it was, it didn’t matter because the dizziness and

throbbing headache, following by the seasickness that Charlie felt got
to him.

“Stop,” he said, and then turned his face to the side and was sick

all over the ground. Everything he’d had for breakfast and more came
up, and Henry jumped and made a disgusted noise. “Fucking hell! He
puked on me!”

“Shut up! Wash it off when we get to the water.”
Charlie had barely stopped being sick when the movement started

again, with Henry walking around the pile of sick that Charlie had
made. He’d just opened his eyes and managed to get a clear grasp of
where he was, and what Levi and Henry were going to do to him,
when Levi looked at him. The man wasn’t smiling, or anything overly
sinister like that, but it was his words that really chilled Charlie to the
core. “We remembered that you can’t swim,” he said.

Charlie’s eyes widened as the smell of rushing river water came to

his nose. He shifted his weight in Henry’s arms, but he could barely
move from the pain that was in his head and body. “No, please, no,”
he said.

Levi shook his head and turned around to watch where he was

going. Oh God, these two were going to try and kill him. They were
going to murder him because Dane loved him and not their sister.
They were actually going to end his life because of some overactive
werewolf pride, and Charlie’s brain wasn’t sending his body the right
signals to fight back. He could barely move because of the pain in his
body.

He looked down at himself, and then realized the real reason why

he couldn’t move. His hands were tied. That would explain the
painful throbbing as well, since the ropes were cutting into the bite
marks on his wrists. The same was probably true for his legs.

“How will you explain the bites?” Charlie asked, but his voice

sounded so slurred, his brain was a fog, it was like he was seeing
everything through a pair of drunken goggles.

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“What?” Henry asked.
Charlie had to struggle just to get his words out. If he messed this

up, he was dead. “You both bit me,” he said. God, his tongue felt
thick inside of his mouth. “How will you explain that?”

Henry stopped, and Charlie could feel the way the man’s body

froze. “Holy shit, he’s right. How are we going to explain that? We
bit him, Levi, he doesn’t heal the way we do. He’s not going to heal
before he dies.”

“Will you relax! I’ll think of something.”
“Of what?”
“Just shut up!” Levi said, and then the earth beneath Charlie was

spinning around again, and he felt the need to throw up as he was
suddenly transferred into Levi’s arms.

That wasn’t the worst of it. The worst was that Charlie could hear

the sloshing sound of water as Levi walked into the shallow end of the
river.

He doubted this was the same spot where Charlie had his close

call all those years ago, he was too far away from the pack for that to
be possible, but it was definitely part of the same river. The current
here was strong, however, and there would definitely be a deep end.

He gripped Levi’s shirt in his fist as tightly as he could, and he

wished with everything inside of him that Dane was here right now.
He wanted his mate here with him! He wanted Dane so much that he
started to cry.

“Please, Levi, I’m pregnant, don’t kill me. I don’t want to die.”
Dane!
Levi didn’t say anything for a second, and when Charlie was able

to focus his eyes one last time, it was to see something that almost
looked like regret on the beta’s face. “This isn’t anything personal
against you,” he said.

Charlie didn’t understand that at all, but then he was falling, and

his entire body broke through the skin of the freezing cold river water,
shocking him like he was being bitten all over his body by a hundred

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Charlie somehow managed to keep himself breathing. There was

none of the panic that he’d suffered as a child, even when the splash
of the cold water disoriented him, and his entire body went under. He
kept calm and held his breath.

That part was the hardest, especially considering how much he

wanted to be sick. It was difficult to hold his breath when all he
wanted to do was throw up.

“Come on, stay with me, kid. You can do it.”
Dane? That was Dane’s voice that Charlie could hear.
He must’ve traveled down the current a ways, because when

Charlie came up another time, he couldn’t see Levi or Henry
anywhere.

He did see a big black wolf. The same one that belonged to

Dane’s animal form. Its eyes were glowing red, and it was staring
right at him.

“That’s it, breathe, come on. Breathe for me, kid. Come back!”
Not just Dane’s voice. Those were the exact words Dane had

spoken to him when Charlie had nearly drowned all those years ago.

Charlie realized he was on the shallow part of the water. He’d

somehow managed to pull himself to the shallow end of the river,
whose current was raging behind him, and he was on his hands and
knees. The ropes were still in place. Charlie was cold and shivering,
but he was also having trouble moving.

“Dane, I can’t. I can’t, help me up,” he called, but when he

blinked his eyes, the black wolf was gone. Charlie was all alone, cold

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and bleeding out in the woods, and he was seeing and hearing things,
apparently.

He had no choice, he crawled awkwardly out of the water,

dragging his body, most of which he couldn’t even feel because of the
sheer cold. It was strange how he felt even colder once he was out of
the river, but Dane’s voice inside of his head drove him on.

“That’s it, good job, good boy. You’re okay. You did it.”
Charlie collapsed against a nearby tree. He picked a pine,

something with drooping branches that would hide his body and give
some protection against the gentle breeze, which felt like needles on
his skin. He was also hoping that if Levi and Henry came looking for
him, that they would run right by him if they couldn’t see him in this
spot.

The current must’ve carried him away before they could stop it,

either that, or they’d both been too cowardly to watch Charlie drown,
and they’d turned and run away after he went into the water, not
wanting to see a man’s life getting taken from him.

So cold, so cold.
“You’re all right kid. I got you. Holy fuck, I’ve got you. Don’t

ever scare me like that again.”

Dane had hugged him back then, cursing and sighing his gratitude

over the fact that Charlie hadn’t died, and Charlie’s body suddenly
warmed up, as if he was right now feeling Dane’s body heat wrapping
around him, and Charlie fell asleep like that, his hands on his
stomach. He hoped his pup was all right. He just needed a minute to
rest, and then he could try and get these ropes off of him, and then
maybe figure out where he was so he could get back to Dane.

* * * *

“Charlie!” Dane called, cupping his hands around his mouth so

that the sound would travel farther. He knew that Charlie had an
excellent sense of hearing, even better than Dane’s or any other wolf

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in the pack thanks to two pairs of ears, but there was never any
answer, and Dane was losing his damn mind. “Charlie!”

The scent had stopped at the river, right where Levi and Henry

had claimed it would. Dane hadn’t believed for one second that there
was an accident on the road. His wolf wouldn’t let him believe it, and
immediately after both men had told him what happened, Dane had
let his wolf out and attacked. He’d made them talk, made them
confess to what they’d done even though Tanner and the other wolves
around him tried to stop him, had called out that he’d lost his mind.

Henry was the first to confess. There had been no accident.

They’d laid a trap, knowing that Charlie would be driving that road to
get to work, and then they’d sprung.

Dane didn’t need to call a pack meeting to decide to kill them.

Murdering the alpha’s mate was an instant death sentence, and he’d
carried it out. Margo was lucky that she hadn’t received the same, but
only because Dane couldn’t prove her involvement.

It was easy to find the spot where Henry and Levi had set their

trap. Charlie’s Jeep was smashed in at the front, and so was Henry
and Levi’s truck, but they’d both confessed to doing that themselves
using the strength of their own fists, all to make it look like both
vehicles had struck each other.

Dane just had to follow their scent. Charlie had been sick at one

point, because he’d been injured? Because he’d been so frightened
that he couldn’t keep the contents of his stomach down?

Dane couldn’t even imagine it, and every fiber of his being was

screaming at him. His wolf was howling and pacing, and Dane
wanted to destroy everything and everyone when he came across the
water where Levi had claimed to throw Charlie, while he was still
alive, leaving him to drown and knowing that he couldn’t swim.

But there was no body. There was no body, and Dane immediately

had Tanner and the rest of his betas spread out and search the area.
Charlie might’ve pulled himself out and dragged himself to safety
somewhere, but the longer Dane searched, and the more he yelled

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with no results, the more he yanked at his hair and screamed into the
sky.

His mate and child were gone. He didn’t know where they were.

They could be dead. Charlie could be dead and Dane would never
have him or hold him ever again, and it would be entirely his fault.
He’d had a bad feeling, he’d feared for Charlie without cause for
hours after the man had left for work, but he hadn’t done anything.
He’d chalked it up to his own worries and insecurities, and the only
thing that prevented him from calling the shop where his mate worked
to confirm his arrival was the fact that he did not want Charlie to
believe that Dane was the sort of mate who would be overly
controlling of him.

Now Charlie was missing, and very likely dead. Just because there

was no body didn’t mean that he was alive. The current could have
carried him away. An animal could have come along and dragged the
body out of the water to feed.

Dane would die. He would literally die if that was the case,

because there was no way he could live with himself if that had
happened while Dane should have been protecting him.

“Charlie!” Dane yelled out, one more time, though he was fast

losing hope that he would ever hear Charlie answering back to him.

Dane groaned. He could no longer even hear the shouts of his

other wolves. Everyone was so spread out as they searched. If anyone
found him, dead or alive, then they were to howl.

Dane waited for the sound of that howl, but nothing came.
He shifted back into his wolf form and started to run along the

river, farther down where he hoped he would find his mate. The damn
river made it difficult for Dane to catch Charlie’s scent. Charlie could
be anywhere at this point, and Dane wouldn’t know where he was.

He continued to run, urging his nose to pick out the scent of his

mate and unborn pup, praying that he would find them alive, that they
would be all right, despite the things that Levi and Henry had
confessed to doing to him.

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Dane pumped his legs, urging his muscles to make him go faster,

to take him farther down the river, and he inhaled through his nose,
exhaling through his open jaws, so that every breath he took in would
give him the chance of finding Charlie.

Then he did find it. The scent was a soft one, barely there, but it

was enough for Dane to put his paws down and bring himself to a
complete stop. He’d created two skid marks in the dirt where his hind
legs had dug in, but he was searching around with his eyes now, and
using his nose, attempting to sniff out where his mate was.

His wolf was too erratic. Dane had to get back into his human

form or else he wouldn’t be able to completely focus. Charlie was
here, or he had been here, at one point. “Charlie!” Dane screamed.
“Answer me!”

Dane looked around, down at his feet and at the river. He saw

drag marks in the rocks and sand that led up to the long grass and
weeds. Some shrubs had been trampled over. Or a weight had been
dragged over them.

Dane felt a moment of panic, but he told himself to relax, to calm

down and see the situation for what it really was. He didn’t smell
another animal in the area. Nothing had come into the water to drag
Charlie out. More likely Charlie had pulled himself out.

He’d pulled himself out. Somehow, by some miracle, he’d

managed to survive being thrown into the water.

Now Dane had to pray that he’d survived the cold after getting

out.

“Charlie? Charlie!” Dane called, even as he followed the barely

noticeable trail that Charlie’s body had left behind. There was the
faint smell of blood the more Dane went along, and then he spotted
him, and it scared the hell out of him.

Dane pushed the drooping branches out of his way as he ducked

under the shade of the pine tree. Charlie wasn’t moving, his eyes were
closed and his face was pale, his body slumped against the thick base
of the tree. His wolf ears were pressed flat against his head of wet

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hair. He must’ve come in here to hide himself in case Levi and Henry
came looking for him.

That was smart, but now Dane’s only concern was making sure

his mate was alive. He grabbed onto Charlie’s body, yanking the
smaller man into his arms and lap. He was so cold. So damned cold.
His hands and feet were tied, which made it a miracle that he’d gotten
out of the water in the first place, and the ropes looked as though they
were painfully cutting into the bite wounds on his arm and leg. He
was pale, and the fur of his tail was matted and covered in dirt and
burs. Dane wished he’d kept Henry and Levi alive so that he could
kill them again, slower this time.

He would be angry about that later. Dane held his mate tight as he

put two fingers to Charlie’s neck, searching for a pulse, and praying
to God.

His entire body never stopped shaking.

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Chapter Twelve

Charlie opened his eyes and then immediately shut them again

when the bright light assaulted his sensitive vision. He groaned and
turned away from it. There was an immediate hustle of motion around
him, and the sound of curtains being pulled shut, followed by the
immediate darkening of the room, followed.

“Charlie, baby, are you awake?”
“Dane,” Charlie said, almost sobbing out the name as he

recognized the voice.

His mouth was immediately being kissed by Dane’s soft lips, and

though Charlie’s mouth and lips felt dry and kind of hurt, nothing was
sweeter.

He tried to kiss back, he really did, but then Dane’s mouth was

gone almost as soon as it had come. “How do you feel? Can you
move at all?”

Charlie tried to open his eyes again, and because the curtains were

shut, after some trying, he managed it this time. Dane stared down at
him as if he expected at any minute Charlie would shatter. Sometimes
even Charlie forgot how weak he was compared to real werewolves.

Then Charlie remembered every sick, horrifying detail of just how

he came to be where he was, and his terror escalated. He could hardly
breathe as he thought about going into the cold water, hearing Dane’s
voice inside of his head, and then dragging himself out of the river to
hide. “Th-they tried to kill me,” Charlie said, barely able to get the
words out of his mouth.

Dane leaned in and wrapped his arms around Charlie’s body,

pulling him up into an embrace that Charlie really needed. Dane’s

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body heat and his strength were exactly what Charlie required to calm
down.

And Dane did such a good job. He held onto Charlie and rocked

him, petting his hair and ears and whispering comforting words to
him. Charlie, for the first time, noted the bandages that were wrapped
on his arm and wrist, right where he’d been bitten. The same was
likely true for his leg.

“How long was I sleeping for?” he asked.
“About ten days,” Dane said, and the man sighed and hugged

Charlie even tighter. “God, don’t ever scare me like that again.”

“I didn’t mean to,” Charlie said.
“I know, I know, I’m just…fuck, I can hardly even think straight.

I fucking almost lost it when I couldn’t find you, and then when I did,
just to check your pulse and wait to find it because I couldn’t hear
your heart beating…I nearly died with you. Fuck. Fuck,” Dane said.

He sounded almost as choked up about this as Charlie was. Then

he was suddenly filled with panic once more. “The pup! What
about—”

“It’s fine, the baby’s fine,” Dane said quickly. “You’re all right.

You did it. You stayed alive and kept the pup safe. You’re so fucking
brave.”

Charlie hadn’t felt brave when he was begging for his life, but he

didn’t want to think about that. His eyes were starting to tear up just
sitting here with the man he loved. “I heard your voice.”

“What?” Dane asked.
Charlie squeezed the man tighter, and he looked up into his eyes.

“I heard your voice, when I came out of the water. I thought I saw
you, too. You were in your wolf form, and you were encouraging me.
I got out of the water because of you.”

Dane smiled at him, a watered down version of how Charlie knew

his mate could really smile, but it was something. “You pulled
yourself out, because you are that strong.”

“I wanted to see you again.”

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Dane leaned in and kissed him. It seemed they were both going to

be incredibly clingy, and that was perfectly fine with Charlie because
the only thing he wanted as of right now was to curl up in Dane’s lap
and stay there for the rest of his life.

When the kiss stopped, neither of them pulled away from each

other, but when Charlie’s stomach growled, Dane had his phone out
and was immediately ordering broth and crackers.

“Until your stomach can handle solids again,” Dane explained,

and that was perfectly fine with Charlie. When the food came,
however, lovingly delivered by Tanner, who actually smiled at him,
Charlie had to hold off on eating. After nearly getting killed by Henry
and Levi, a shrill terror overcame him.

“What’s the matter?” Dane asked.
“I just…is it safe?”
That probably wasn’t the best way to voice that, but Dane seemed

to understand perfectly. “It is. I promise you it is,” he said, and just to
prove it, Dane took hold of the spoon and had the first sip of the
broth. He looked healthy enough, so Charlie ate. Even he wasn’t
aware of how hungry he was until the broth touched his mouth. It
tasted like garlic and chicken, and even though there was nothing
solid inside of it, it was by far the best thing Charlie had in his life.
Even the salted crackers were amazing. He moaned as he ate.

“I killed them,” Dane said.
Charlie looked away from his food, and up into his mate’s face.

“What?”

Dane looked him right in the eyes. There was no regret there.

“When Henry and Levi came, I don’t know what it was, but I just
knew they were lying when they told me there was a car accident and
that you’d wandered off. They tried to say that you were delirious,
and that you’d gone into the water on your own. I tortured them until
they told me the truth. I made them suffer, and when they confessed, I
killed them.”

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There was still no regret in Dane’s eyes, but he looked as though

he was waiting for Charlie to pass judgment on him. “Does it bother
you that you killed them?”

“No. I’d do it ten times over for what they tried to do to you. Does

it bother you that I killed them?”

Charlie didn’t even have to think about it. “No. I know how pack

law works. I can’t say I’m sorry they’re gone after what they did.”

The memory of the two brothers coming at him, chasing him

down and then throwing him into the cold river water was likely
going to haunt Charlie for the rest of his life. A part of him was glad
that people like that were no longer in the world, people who could
harm him or his child.

“What about Margo?” Charlie asked, remembering her. “Did she

have something to do with this?”

Dane shook his head, but he didn’t seem very happy about it.

“Henry and Levi wouldn’t give anything up, and there was no proof,
but I wasn’t about to risk it. I banished her from the pack. If she
shows her face anywhere near here, or the city, she’ll have the betas
to deal with. We won’t be seeing her again anytime soon.”

Charlie sighed. He couldn’t bring himself to feel any pity for the

girl, considering he suspected that, even if she hadn’t planned on
Charlie’s attack with her brothers, her constant mood around the pack
had likely been enough for Henry and Levi to act on their own,
thinking that they were protecting her. She didn’t have to say
anything to have hinted for her brothers to do something.

Charlie sighed, and he pushed away his empty bowl. “What

happens now?”

“Now you recover, get better, get healthy again, and never leave

my sight.”

Charlie smiled up into Dane’s face, even as the alpha gently

pushed him back down onto the pillows. “You’re going to have to let
me out of your sight eventually. I’ll have to go to work, and use the
bathroom from time to time.”

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“Humor me for now,” Dane said, pulling the covers up to

Charlie’s neck, and he then sighed. “Fuck, I forgot how fragile you
can be.”

“I’m healing, though,” Charlie said, reaching out for and grabbing

onto Dane’s hand. “You know what would help me heal even more?”

Dane was using his other hand to gently stoke Charlie’s wolf ears.

“What’s that?”

“If my mate got into bed with me. Not for sex,” Charlie said when

Dane opened his mouth to protest. “I know I still need to recover a bit
for that, but I just want you beside me, without the covers separating
us. Please?”

Dane only thought about that for a couple of seconds before he

nodded, kicked off his shoes, and then climbed under the covers. “I
can do that for you,” he said.

Charlie sighed as his mate’s body heat came over him, more

comforting and warm than the quilt itself. He wrapped his arms
around Dane’s body and snuggled close, but he still let his hands
wander.

Charlie might be a defect, but he was still a werewolf, and he was

a sexual creature.

“Charlie,” Dane said, only a mild warning to his voice when

Charlie’s hand slipped lower. He was still smiling, however. “You’re
recovering.”

“I know,” Charlie said, palming his mate between the legs, and

feeling Dane’s cock swell and come to life at his touch. Charlie had
no idea what he looked like after so many days of being unconscious,
and he was sure that he looked like shit, but he was still happy that his
touch could bring out this sort of response from Dane.

“Then you’re going to need to stop before I do something I’m not

supposed to,” Dane said.

“My poor alpha mate, you went without while I was bedridden,

didn’t you?” Charlie asked.

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“And I would gladly keep on with that so you can recover your

strength,” Dane said, but then he clenched his jaw and grunted at
Charlie’s touch, and he didn’t move his hips away from Charlie’s
hand. In fact, he held perfectly still while Charlie slid his palm down
the waistband of Dane’s pants, and then palmed his heavy, thick cock.

“I said we didn’t have to have sex,” Charlie said, and his tail

began to thump gently beneath the covers. “In fact, I’m fairly positive
that I don’t have the energy for it, but that doesn’t mean we can’t fool
around a little. I want to touch you. I want to make you feel good, and
I want you to touch me.”

Dane’s hands were on Charlie’s shoulders just then. His claws

were starting to come out, and they scraped pleasurably over Charlie’s
mating scar, which brought his own cock and balls to life. “All right
then, you little pest. You asked for it.”

“You love me for it,” Charlie said, and there was nothing playful

in his tone. He knew that statement to be true.

Dane nodded anyway, his hands sliding down Charlie’s body,

beneath his shirt, and then teasing his nipples. “Yeah. I do.”

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Epilogue

Charlie leaned up and kissed his mate on the mouth, surprising the

man a little, which Charlie loved being able to do.

It wasn’t hard, especially since the man was holding onto his

small daughter, and totally caught up in showing her off to the rest of
the pack members, which he’d been doing every chance he got since
she and her brother had been born.

“Happy late anniversary,” Charlie said.
Dane grinned down at him, his eyes flashing as he reached down

to touch the still-soft head of his son, who Charlie was holding onto.

Dane’s fingers lovingly traced over the smooth wolf ears that

were poking out of the top of the boy’s head. The child was sleeping
at the moment, and the puppy ears twitched just a little as his father
petted them. Charlie’s heart melted every time he saw that. He adored
the way his mate seemed to genuinely love the differences Charlie
and their son shared, compared to other werewolves.

“Happy late anniversary to you, too,” Dane replied, looking back

up at him, and then pressing another kiss to his mouth.

“Your lips taste sugary. What were you eating?” Charlie asked.

He was having a huge craving for sweets right now.

“There’s cheesecake on the table right over there,” Dane said,

nodding toward the picnic table, where all kinds of foods were
stacked.

Mason had gone a little crazy preparing all the dishes and sweets,

but the people in the pack seemed to be enjoying the fact that there
was a professional chef on the property, and Mason liked putting his
talents to use at every opportunity.

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Members of the pack were gathering around, celebrating and just

relaxing under the sun. Winter was coming soon, and today was likely
going to be the last warmish day that came along until next spring.

With Dane’s work, and his responsibilities to the rest of the pack,

and the new twins, their anniversary celebration had to be put off. It
wouldn’t have happened at all if not for Mason, who had not only
cooked up a storm, but had sneakily put most of this together, along
with a few other members of the pack, surprising both Charlie and
Dane.

After Charlie gave the alpha of the pack not one, but two pups,

he’d pretty much been accepted whole heartedly by everyone,
including those who had their doubts in the beginning.

Of course, after what happened with Henry and Levi, Dane was

still overly protective of Charlie, and had even blown up on a couple
of people for even the most innocent of comments.

Charlie had never seen Dane yell so much, or make so many

wolves cower, and it took a while before Charlie was able to convince
him that sometimes people could just be teasing in good nature, like
what he and his brother did.

Dane had let it go, barely, but Charlie could always tell when his

mate was watching him closely while he was in conversation with
other pack members, making sure his feelings were never hurt.

Charlie loved the man for it.
Even though their son was born with the wolf ears and gray tail,

and even had the makings of claws on his hands and feet, with black
pads that were looking to get even thicker than Charlie’s on his palms
as the years went on, Charlie didn’t think of his son as a defect. He
wanted to keep his child from knowing that word even existed for as
long as possible.

Dane was completely in agreement with that. The fact that their

daughter would be a full born shifter, and likely an alpha, thanks to
the scent she gave off, was really the thing that the rest of the pack

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liked. They were willing to overlook Charlie’s problem when he’d
given birth to an alpha.

He still shivered, recalling being cut open and the painful birth.

He wasn’t sure he wanted to give his mate anymore, but his mother
had claimed that he would want more in time.

Charlie still wasn’t really speaking to Marlia. He didn’t much

want to either. Not yet, anyway. He’d allowed her to see his children
because she was the grandmother, but it was clear from the way she
held Charlie’s son, and then later doted on her alpha granddaughter,
that the woman still had some hang-ups.

Charlie didn’t want that sort of attitude anywhere near his son.
Dane had agreed on that one as well. In fact, Dane didn’t much

like the woman around his children at all, and Charlie was fairly sure
that his mate hated Marlia more than anyone in the pack. Charlie
didn’t even hate his mother, not anymore.

Dane had pretty much told her that she was never to be alone with

the new pups, or even around them, until she wrote out a five-page,
single-spaced apology letter to him, and then signed a contract stating
that she would never use the word “defect” around either of their
children.

Charlie had thought that the contract bit was a little excessive, but

he didn’t argue against it.

He was still waiting on both of those things to come in. He

imagined that Marlia had gotten through a page of her apology letter,
and then, unable to think of more ways to write out how sorry she
was, gave up.

Marlia was too sick to realize what she’d done wrong, and Charlie

was pretty sure that an authentic apology was something he’d never
get out of her.

That was fine. Charlie had long since stopped feeling an

emptiness over that. Mason was always spoiling his new niece and
nephew with presents and clothes anyway, and he would be the loving

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extended family that his children needed. So long as Charlie had him,
his two pups, and his mate, then he was all right.

Dane’s laugh pulled him out of his thoughts. “Your eyes got all

glassy at the mention of cheesecake. Do you want me to get you a
piece?”

Charlie smiled up at the man that he loved. “Only if you feed it to

me, too.”

THE END

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