The Rogue Alpha’s Claim

“So, how did you meet your partner?” Ariel asked, throwing the question open to the crowd.

“I think most of us had similar experiences, but my own is the absolute best.” Jessica declared, standing up, just because she loved being dramatic.

“Show off. It is because she bagged a handsome mate despite her ugliness, and she is not going to let us rest.” Liza said, rolling her eyes, and Ariel barked into a short laugh in her hands.

“Let us hear your love story then.”

“Fine, so I was a young wolf, enjoying the human world only because I was running away from home. I was already past the age of getting a partner, and my dad had threatened to marry me off to a man who had lost his mate. Anyways, I went to the woods to change, and I met the rogue pack on their usual hunt.”

“Ohhhh.” Everyone cooed, including Ariel.

“Anyways, I was happy to see my mate, but I was still skeptical about following him home because we all know how the rogue pack is, and I don’t think I wanted to be living like some poor person, hopping from place to place.” They all giggle, nodding their heads in agreement, although Ariel couldn’t relate much.

She had no idea werewolves even existed then.

“Anyways,” Jessica gave her hair a dramatic flip, placing her hands on her hips. “He shifted into his human form, and goddess, I was gagged. He is such a fine piece of man with the cock to back it up.” Her eyes widened with each word, and she was practically salivating.

“Oh my!” The smoothie Ariel had been sipping spluttered from her mouth, she had not been expecting her blunt answer. Ariel flushed red from her words as she tried to imagine Kane’s junk, but it was all coming out blank.

“Anyways, of course I had to check if everything was working and in the right condition. We did it right there in the forest, and goddess, it was mind-blowing. I was literally screaming the whole forest down.” Jessica sighed, her eyes turning back as she remembered the moment. “Anyways, the next day I volunteered to follow him home, there was no way I was leaving that cock alone.”

Everyone burst out into laughter, shaking their heads. “Sorry about that; we can be a little blunt.” A slender lady with a bob cut apologized, and Ariel shook her head.

“It is fine.” She didn’t want them to think she was a prude when she was the opposite of that.ConTEent bel0ngs to Nôv(e)lD/rama(.)Org .

However, it was surreal to think that they haven’t passed the stage of making out since they started dating. Maybe he doesn’t find her attractive.

Another lady began to talk about her experience, but Ariel drowned out their voices in her head, her mind still reeling from the fact that they hadn’t consummated their relationship.

Maybe he doesn’t find her sexually attractive.

“Ariel?”

“Hmm.” Ariel answered absentmindedly. She looked up, and everyone’s eyes were on her, waiting for her reply. “Sorry, I didn’t get what you said.”

“We were asking about your experience with the alpha; how did you two meet, or was it because of his sexual prowess?” One asked, wriggling her eyebrow in mischievousness.

“No need; I don’t think she and the Alpha have gotten to that stage yet.” Another provided, shifting the air dramatically, and Ariel shifted in her seat, not sure she liked being the center of attention now.

“I-I. W-we.” The words couldn’t come out of her mouth, no matter how hard she willed them. Honestly, there was nothing to say since they were right.

“I don’t think we need to know about our alpha’s sexual life. She doesn’t need to share if she doesn’t want to.” The lady from early spoke, coming to her rescue. “Who else wants to share anything?”

Ariel relaxed back in her seat, hearing as they shared their love story and drawing comfort from one another. She sighed wistfully, hugging the blanket closer even as she took a sip of the smoothie.

The grandfather clock in the common room struck 10, and suddenly everywhere got quiet, everyone weary from talking.

“It seems like they wouldn’t be back today; I suggest we all sleep in the common room in case of anything.” Denise spoke, and everyone nodded.

The sofas were pushed back to make way for the different sleeping bags that were arranged on the floor. Blankets were also piled up high at the sides, along with bottles of water, and Ariel couldn’t miss the shining glint of the knives that had been arranged in strategic places.

The women all stood; their eyes turned to Ariel, and she suspected that they were waiting for her. She took the edge of the makeshift bed, curling herself up to make space for others.

But Liza came to her, whispering in her ears. “You are sort of the leader here, and it is better you sleep in the middle, so we could all sleep around you.”

“Ohh.” Ariel’s mouth opened in a silent ‘O’, and she rolled over to the middle. It was like they had been waiting for the signal because they were swamped on her, laying on the bed and cuddling her.

“Sorry, we are big on cuddling. We like sleeping in piles if possible because it is calming.” Another provided, explaining her thoughts, and she nodded her head.

Liza was lying next to her, and she held the lady in her arms, cuddling her into her bosom. She wasn’t going to lie; she felt a sense of peace wash down her body, and Ariel closed her eyes, settling to sleep.

“Goodnight.” She whispered in a low voice, but the wind carried her voice, and they all chorused goodnight in return, and they were soon fast asleep.

Ariel was the first to wake up, only because it was the first time she was sleeping without Kane and everything felt so strange.

She was in a tangled mess of limbs, and when she shifted, a stray boob that had been removed from the tank top was in her face, and it took some pushing to be free from them.

Ariel picked up the phone that she had left on the table, her lips in a downward pout as she couldn’t find any messages from Kane.

“They will be fine.” A voice whispered from the floor, and she whipped her head to see Denise just waking up from sleep.

“I know; I have just never experienced something like this, and I don’t know how to feel.”

“Come on, let me get you coffee, and we can talk.”

“Sure.” Ariel maneuvered her way through the piles of sleeping bodies and made her way to the kitchen with Denise hot on her heels.

A few minutes later, the woman was handing her a cup of freshly brewed coffee, and Ariel inhaled the steam, already loving the smell of toasted coffee beans.

“This is good.” Ariel nodded as she took a sip, and Denise shrugged.

“It is a secret recipe.” Denise grabbed the loaves of fresh bread and placed them on the counter. “Can you make French toast?”

“Of course.”

“Good, we need to feed the pack. I assume they will be hungry when they wake up. I should fry the bacon, and you should make the toast.”

“Sounds good.” The women worked together with occasional small talks to fill up the silence, and little by little, women trickled into the kitchen to help in the cooking process.

The kitchen was big enough to contain more than 10 people simultaneously cooking, and there was a division of labor.

Three of them were in charge of making the toast; another was on the sausage; another was helping Denise with the bacon strips; and the rest were cutting up fruits and making the hot beverages.

They all piled up the food on the dining table, a first for Ariel. She didn’t even think they had a dining room. She took her seat on the right-hand side of Kane’s chair, and the rest sat down only after she had taken her seat.

Same with food; they only bit into their meal after she had bitten into hers. She was quick to observe that they followed a hierarchy, and since Kane wasn’t here, she was going to be the next in command.

The rest of the day was a normal day. There was no training; instead, they all gathered in the common room, talking and laughing.

And when the evening came, they gathered back in a pile and slept till the next day. This had continued on for more than 3 days, and Ariel was at her breaking point.

She could barely lead herself, and she had to lead these women. She needed Kane to be here with her, and this time, she promised never to let him go.

It was already the sixth day, and everyone was at their wit’ end; apparently, this was the longest the men had been gone for, and everyone was feeling their presence.

The laughter and talks had reduced drastically, and most were even finding it difficult to eat.

Ariel glanced at her phone for the umpteenth time, and she released a sigh. She was curled up with the other women, their eyes glued to the TV, although none of them was watching.

Their eyes and ears were all trained for the door, listening for any noise or movement.

It happened when a lady ran up to Ariel, her head bent as she tried to catch her breath, and she whispered the words of hope.

“They are back.”