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The New Alpha Male (Me & Broken)

Demorica

Demorica

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Oct 8, 2009
Dayra woke as usual and stepped out of her hut moving to get all cleaned up today was a good day, she was turning of age to choose a mate, and it was always celebrated when the alphas daughter or son reach proper age. She went to the lake and cleaned up, of course the other females were chatty, wanting to know if she had a male in mind to be mated with, and she did, but little did she know that would not be happening as she planned. She was washed up, her hair brushed through and flowers put in it. Heading to the center of the village the small festival started and everyone was rather happy and marry, and Dayra went to speak to the male she had intended on mating with to see how he was doing, already she had shown small signs of affection to him, small nuzzles, and such, but until today it could be nothing more.

After a few hours the ceremony started and she was of age, recognized by all as the alphas daughter, the next in line for ruling the pack and once finished everyone wished her the best of luck and hope she would choose well. She still had a little while before she had to choose and so she played with some of the children, playing games and running around, her long silver hair flowing behind her and falling to about mid back, while her snow white ears and tail were even more bright in this sun. Her crystal blue eyes were stunning and it was clear that she was the alphas daughter, as well as probably the most beautiful girl in the village.

Dayra's figure was well defined by her long dark gray gown that clung tightly to her curvy body, her C bust very nice, and her rear firm. She was in a terms described as perfect, her milky white skin almost rivaling her ears, she looked so delicate, but strong willed.
 
It wasn't like everything would always be the same. Power would always be sought after and not always held by those who were the most deserving of it. To be the Alpha of the pack meant one had to always have an eye out for their own skin. No matter what one did, be it tyrannical or benevolent, someone would always have a motive to put a knife in their back for nothing more than to steal the power, a repeating cycle that is beyond race, age, gender and class. That's why today was such a perfect day to stick that blade right into the current alpha's back.

A big celebration, people were distracted, focused more on entertainment and having fun. Even the Alpha had been, that was why it was so easy to get him away from his supporters and knock him down a few pegs. Slowly, little by little, the crowd at the party quieted as they saw their alpha unconscious, being held up by a large wolf with black fur. His left eye had been gashed and bleeding profusely, but he was the one standing. Slowly, it dawned over the crowd...

...There was a new Alpha.
 
Dayra had not realized her father was gone, that he had been tricked into going off by himself, she of course thought it was to answer natures call, but when the black wolf came into the village, everyone fell silent and quickly Dayra told a few of the women to take the children inside and to keep them safe, knowing what had happened, and hurried through the crowd, the male she was going to accept as mate following right behind her, but as she came closer she looked up at the male then to her father with concern, knowing he was much older and today she was suppose to take her place as alpha once she had claimed her mate, but clearly things had changed.

"Father?" She spoke softly, hoping he would be alright. Looking to the black wolf a low growl came from her throat, "Give me my father so we may tend to him, and you." She said, referring to his eye without a doubt, her anger clear, but she knew the laws and what this meant. Her male brought a hand to her shoulder shaking his head, whispering for her to reconsider, and not allow this lone wolf take over. But she brushed his hand off shaking her head, "You and I know the rules, and so does everyone else." She said softly, leaning her head against his chest before returning her gaze to her father and the wolf. "Who are you?" She asked coldly, knowing they would need to know his name.
 
The wolf stood there, the older, former alpha in his control. The older male was clearly quite unconscious and would not be waking from his little nap any time soon. He'd gotten the better of the Alpha, but not before his left eye was destroyed in the process. Still, the black furred wolf stood there with the elder's hair in his fingers, holding the unconscious one up by it. When the girl finally spoke to him, he frowned and looked at her.

"Oh, this?" He asks, tugging the unconscious former alpha up a little bit, looking down at him as if he were genuinely confused as to what the girl wanted from him. Smirking deviously, he looks at the female. "I can't do that, now can I? How could I give him over when I haven't even cemented my role as the alpha yet?" He asks it, but the question is rhetorical.

"My name? Oh, why would you need a silly thing like that..." The wolf says, dropping the former alpha's hair, making his unconscious form fall to the floor with a thud. "You'll know it soon enough. You're his daughter right?" The wolf smirked, his expression menacing, almost evil. "If you want me to leave him alive and not kill him, as is my right by the pack's code, you'll come with me. Alone." The smirk had vanished from his face, giving a cold expression of deadly seriousness.
 
Watching him take her father by the hair she tensed, her ears flattening against her head as she watched nodding her head, "Yes, him, that is my father, and clearly he is in no position to defend himself, so let me take him home and take care of him." She asked, trying to calm her voice, but clearly she was angry, and frightened. Watching him drop her father she was quick to move to him a blur of silver as she moved to look over his wounds before looking up at the male.

"I was not the only one asking, everyone else will want to know the new alphas name after all, so that is why I ask." She growled as she stood back up, nodding her head. "Yes I'm his daughter, and you know nothing of this clan or what our rules are, as well as an outsider with no idea about what this pack needs." She said as calmly as she could, but clearly others were telling her not to go with him, even the male that was suppose to be her mate after this day, his scent from their hugging on her, but she was still a virgin so she could still be claimed, a thing that worried her greatly when he mentioned her going with him.

Sighing she got up and ordered a few of the others to attend to her father, looking up at the alpha she nodded, "Fine I will go with you, but if you intend on what I think you do I can go by the code as well to save myself in a challenge of a race." She added coldly, moving closer. Looking at his eye she figured he might want some help with cleaning it up and bandaging it a bit. She would do that, even if she did not like him, recognizing him as the new alpha despite she did not agree or like it, angry with him that he had done this on her birthday, a horrible feeling in her stomach now, her day ruined by him.
 
The wolf stood there, letting the girl rush to her father's aid. He didn't seem to mind much, the crowd was quiet, not a one of them stepped up to try and challenge him. His new role as the leader of the pack was established because it was very apparent that he was both ruthless and cunning. The girl, on the other hand, he could tell harbored some ill will toward him. That was to be expected, at the least. Either way, he did what he'd come to do, now he wasn't going to go anywhere so long as he was still standing.

"The name's Rio." He says idly, watching as she gives her sanctimonious speech about pack needs or something, he wasn't really paying attention. Looking down at her, he gets this devilish grin on his face. "Well, they say behind every good man is a good woman. So in this case, you're correct, I intend to make you my good woman." The wolf said, watching her move closer. When she moves to inspect his injured eye, he presses her hands away from his face as if the injury were nothing serious and it could be worried about later.

"Alright, then, missy. Let's go ahead and do this little race of yours so I can get beating you over with and making sure you're going to belong to me for as long as I so desire." Of course, what he didn't comment on was the fact that in order for an alpha to take a new mate, he had to kill his current mate. Fortunately for her, he'd no current mate. Unfortunately, if she lost and became his mate, she'd forever be his, until death to them part.
 
Looking to some of the others she ordered them to take her father home and to patch him up until she was done, either way, if she lost she would be forced to be his and be forced to mate with him, if she won then there would be a different matter, but she would be back as soon as either occurred. Looking back at her father she waited to see the others pull him away then to Rio as he had called himself, finding him a rather rude male to not even want to know hers, a growl came from her as she heard his words, "Why bother coming here and taking control of this village if you do not have the best interest of everyone other than yourself?" She snapped before walking away from him and looking at the forest and back to him.

Taking a deep breath she tried to calm herself, knowing she was the fastest in the pack, but she doubted her ability to beat him in a race, she would just have to wait and find out. Seeing as how he did not want his eye looked at she ignored it, figuring he did not care and would have her attend to it later once he took what he wanted. "The rules are simple, if I make it across the river I am safe, and you are not allowed to claim me and have to choose someone else in the pack, if you win... then I have the option of either submitting, or..." But she trailed off, not wanting to think about him forcing her to mate with him.

Looking to him she waited for him to agree, and if he broke that agreement then he would be cast out, even if he was the new alpha. When he spoke of keeping her as long as he desired she glared up at him shaking her head, "If I am forced to be your mate then you will be stuck with me till you or I die, I will not allow some other bitch to mate with you, as I know you will not allow any other male to do the same to me." She warned, knowing he could not hurt him, but that was not to say she could not interfere if he tried by either a fight with the female or throwing the female out of her home, and claiming rights to him, the way she looked at it was if he was going to make her life horrible and miserable she would be doing the same. But that was not to say it could not be pleasant, she just highly doubted it, looking to the male who would have been her mate she frowned and said soft under her breath that she was sorry and wished there was some other way. Slowly she readied herself for the race, knowing she would have to try her best.
 
The wolf stood there, listening to her question his motives to take over the pack from her father. His motives were clear, or so he'd thought. The alpha always got what he wanted, it was the central seat of power within the community. There was no reason why one would not want to become the alpha, unless... God forbid... they were of the peaceful sort. So, why would a wolf like him, young, strong, virile, not want to take the throne above all of these other... dogs and mutts. Either way, it didn't matter if she understood or not, simple fact was, the last piece of the puzzle was her. Once that was in place, he was cemented as the alpha and there was not a thing anyone could do to stop him- short of killing him outright.

"Yes, yes, the river." The wolf said, looking at her with a frown, seeming impatient. While she seemed nervous, he didn't seem to have any problem at all with the proposal that she'd offered to him. Either he thought running her down would be easy, or he had an ace up his sleeve. Which one couldn't be told from just looking at him, but he obviously wasn't concerned. When she told him that he was not to have any other females besides her, he burst out laughing.

"Protective of your mate already? That's cute. Maybe we could just skip the race and go out on a little date instead." The wolf said playfully, smiling at her. Although it was a silly notion that she thought she could control any aspect of him, he did find it rather cute that she thought to protect her 'territory'. Motioning for the forest, he lost the smile. "Well, go on then, little bunny rabbit. Hop along so this dirty old dog can run down his hare and claim his prize." The wolf told her, waiting for her to start running. Then, all he had to do was count to ten and give chase.
 
She was furious with him, she could tell he did not fully understand the responsibility of this all and what he was doing. But she would show him once this was all over, whether she was his mate or not. Listening she rolled her eyes looking to the forest, "I am no rabbit, and you will do well to remember that," She told him coldly before taking off and into the forest, her feet rather light and very silent, pumping as hard as they could, knowing she could cover much ground within what little time she had, she merely hoped he would not be much more fast than her, slightly afraid of mating with him, knowing he was a large wolf compared to her and she had never wanted her first time being mated with to hurt or be out of anger, so she knew she had to make it to the river or she would have to suffer at his claws.

She did not look back, instead she looked to her sides, making sure he had not caught up to her, running as fast as she could, knowing she could run all the way to the river without slowing down. Her long hair whipped behind her as well as her dress, surprisingly enough it was easy to maneuver in and outlined her lovely body even a she ran. She prayed he would not catch her, not wanting to imagine what would happen or what he would do to her. More than ten seconds had passed and she had already covered much ground, but even then she knew not to get confident and to keep going without stopping.

She took in quick breaths ever now and again, knowing he would catch up rather fast, and her scent of vanilla and honey would be easy to track. She had worn what she had in order to attract her former suitor, but she did not intend on running from the new alpha, the thought of what he had done to her father bringing her to tears, hoping he would be alright, knowing she would be so depressed if he were hurt more that what was noticed.
 
What a fool girl she was. Like he didn't know the little rules that he had to follow in order to cement himself as the sole alpha of that pack. She thought him ignorant and stupid, bull headed and blind to everything except himself. Unfortunately for her, cunning was not something that just fell into a person's lap. It's something a person develops, and he certainly was using it on her. All she did was run, straight for the river, exactly as he'd expected whatever female he was going to take to do. Atop of that, she made things easier by only paying attention to her immediate surroundings, specifically trying to watch her flanks so that he couldn't jump her. Problem was, she shouldn't have been just thinking about him coming after her.

He didn't need to be faster than her, he just needed to be smarter. The only rule in her little pack's trial was if she made it across first, she won. There was no rule about him having to chase her down and stop her in order to win his prize. So, before he'd even went there, he'd spent a few days laying traps. Pitfalls, snares, nets, putting anything he could think of in a wide berth across the path he figured she'd take- and she was certainly headed directly into them.

He felt no need to run full sprint. She was faster than him, after all, so he relied on the fact that odds were good that one of his traps would catch her, and he'd not have to do any hard running anyway. Worst case scenario, she got across the river anyway, he'd just have to kill her, since they were in the middle of a dense forest, alone...
 
She ran through the forest as fast as she could and had come this area many times, but she had not expected him to put down traps, it was not until she nearly fell into a pitfall that she realized she had to be careful for what she was doing and to keep an eye on her surroundings. Carefully she slowed a very little to look around her, looking for anything suspicious not putting it past him to have littered this place in traps, what a coward, unable to even catch his mate fairly. She managed to get far enough to see the river and noticed most of the traps were behind her, feeling a little relaxed she moved toward the river, over logs through trees and so close, but as she drew near to her destination she felt something snap under her and a trap was set, her ankle had been caught in a snare, not harming her, but keeping her from moving and making her struggle to get free, it was at that moment she heard something for above coming down and looked up in time to see the net fall over her small form, a growl coming from her, her ears flattened and tail tucked between her legs trying to hide her lower region from him once he showed up.

She gave soft whimpers of fear, struggling to get the net off of her atleast, afraid for her life, knowing he would be there to take her. She felt her body shaking and she simply gave up on getting the net off of her, laying on the ground on her side, feeling her tears swell up in her eyes and fall to the floor, some trickled down her cheeks, not wanting this, but she had no choice but to accept it. She curled up protectively and brought her hands to wrap around her body protectively, knowing it was no use, but still she felt comforted by it.
 
As soon as she planted her foot, the rope immediately started to tighten. She could hear the 'whrrrr' of the rope as it rubbed against the tree bark of the trap until it tightened completely around her ankle, done in barely two seconds. Not but two seconds after that, the net fell, completing the trap and ensuring that she would not be able to escape. He was several minutes behind her, so it took some time for him to catch up, giving her time to lay there and pray or hope or whatever fruitless thing she was going to do. Upon arriving, the wolf looks at her and gives a grin. Walking over to her, he puts his paws on his hips, giving a deep laugh.

"Exactly the trap I thought you'd fall into!" He said happily. Rio moved over to her, leaning down to the wolf girl in the net. "All the speed in the world, the fastest wolf this side of the river, and here you are. Defeated by some no name scoundrel of a wolf..." Rio says to her. Leaning down and reaching into the net, he cups her chin. "Soon, as I take this pack to war and we dominate all of the nearby wolves... everyone will know my name and tremble in fear of it. And you... you are the first of those to tremble, aren't you?" He said with a smirk, letting her chin go, removing the net, but not the ankle snare.
 
Hearing him coming closer she looked up at him angrily and fearfully, “I was only caught by this by accident, I was able to avoid the others, and as long as I tried my best that is all that matters.” She growled at him. Watching him lean in she felt his paw go to her cheek and tensed, expecting some sort of rough touch, but it was his words that hurt more than anything, “You put traps and suspected there to be many places I would go, you probably have them littered all around to keep me from getting past the river.” She added before quieting down to listen to him.

A little worried she looked at him in surprise shaking her head, “War? Why would you want all the other packs?” She asked, feeling him let go of her and begin to remove the net she shook her head, “That is dangerous and many may not follow you when you propose such a thing.” She said softly watching him then looking to the ankle snare. When he mentioned her being the first to tremble she looked away from him, “You have won, I know that, and I have no choice but to accept you as my mate, and I will, I see now you are strong and intelligent, a suitable mate from what the females in the village say.” She said, but clearly something was on her mind. She looked up at him and then lowered her head, taking a hold of her hair she pulled it aside and offered her neck and shoulder to him, knowing this was a sign of a female accepting her mate, “I do not want to fear my mate, so please be kind to me and I will be yours,” She asked softly, her pretty eyes watering slightly from her words, feeling so weak and hurt from her words, but she had no choice and wanted him to try and take some pity on her and maybe be kind to her.

Looking up at him she was worried, and being a virgin she had good reason to be, “Please, my Mate, take me gently, please I beg of you that much at least.” She pleaded, knowing it might have been weak, but she did not care, it was self preservation and she wanted as little pain from him as possible.
 
The wolf moved over to the trapped girl, watching her cower in fear before him. He moved over to her and let his fingers brush over her form. She could see him eyeing his prize, taking stock of what he'd won. Just looking at her, he was certain that he'd won what was easily the most gorgeous mate he could've hoped for. Kneeling next to her, she could smell his scent, and all of those little things that the scent of what she accepted of a mate did to her. Either way, she wasn't going to talk her way out of this, there was no way she could ever leave her pack, and the both of them knew that as he undid the snare around her ankle.

"They've no choice, just like you've no choice. Your pack made laws foolishly relying on peace and the kindness of others in order to rule. But that's not how reality works, only the strongest should rule. I am the strongest..." The wolf presses himself up against her body as he speaks, his nose almost touching hers. She could feel him against her body, the cloth of her dress not preventing much from being felt between the two of them. He'd only worn a heavy pair of cloth trowsers, so she could feel his bare chest. "...and I will make this pack the strongest. Only then will there be a true peace. To gain peace, prepare for war..." The wolf tells her, leaning against her so she lays flat on the ground with him atop of her.

With her laying back, she could feel his body against her own. His fingers slid down to the hem of her dress, slowly slipping it up. "Be a good girl and I'll be gentle." Rio tells her, shifting away from her just enough that he gets the dress off of her, leaving her naked and only in her fur before him.
 
She blushed slightly as he looked at her, biting her lip softly, finding it rather embarrassing that he had caught her like this, but what seemed to make her soft skin turn more red was his touch. She had never been touched by a male before, and at where he was she could smell his scent. She lift her ankle a little so he could remove the snare on it and looked up at him, knowing she was not going to leave, she had to look out for her pack, and technically this made her the alpha female and many had wanted her, the male she had picked before being chased by this wolf was going to be very upset, and Dayra was as well, she looked up at him, feeling a little worried. She remained still for him, and for a moment thought to herself, looking at his damaged eye. Looking to the river which they were close to she sighed and pointed to it. “Before you do anything to me, may we wash that wound, it looks aweful and I don’t want you bleeding all over me.” She said softly, slightly joking as well as being serious, knowing it would get worse if not treated.

“Rules were put in place to keep people in line, to give the alpha responsibilities to go by, and so we had something to uphold and be loyal to other than themselves.” She snapped at him, she struggled against his body a little, giving a soft whimper as she tried to get him off of her. When he removed her dress her body trembled and her eyes widened looking up at him with fear, “I am not a pet, I am your mate, so do not treat me like a pet or child, I knew I was your mate the moment you challenged me to race, and I already told you I accept my place, I won’t fight you, but still… be gentle with me, this is my first mating and you are no small wolf. If you will show me some kindness I will show you I can be passionate to my new mate.” She offered, nuzzling her head against his neck, her soft ears and hair brushing through his black fur. Her skin against his fur was something new to her, but felt a little comforting, whether he was trying to be or not, she was terrified of this, and him and wanted some reassurance he would be kind. Her body trembled against his, feeling so vulnerable being naked under him, her tail a little to the side instead of between her long slender legs where they had been.
 
He looked down at her a little skeptically when she offered her leg for him to free it for her. He assumed he could take her at her word, since she had to keep the interest of the pack in mind before her own. She was just that selfless type that wouldn't let others suffer in her place. So, he reached down and undid the trap snare. His face did hurt quite a bit, considering the deep gash and destroyed eye hadn't stopped bleeding yet. Getting up from her, he gives a nod, figuring he may as well start feeling better before he takes her. He had all the time in the world to take her now that she was his, so he may as well take the time with her and take her up on his offer.

He gave a huff, letting her up. She was naked and wasn't going to get up and dash off without her clothes, so he could trust that she at least wasn't going to try and make a break for it. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself, though she wasn't terribly helping. Once he'd calmed himself, he gave a nod.

"Alright, I'll do my best in treating you better." The wolf says, motioning toward the river. "Let's go to the river. I'll let you clean up the wound and then we'll discuss how we're going to do... this..." He nods to her, indicating their first mating.
 
Feeling him get up she almost whimpered in protest, her own heat kicking up a little with the strong male on top of her. ‘damn it I can’t believe I might be going into heat for him… control yourself.’ She told herself softly in her head before nodding, following to the river, taking her dress and already there was a tear so she took that piece of fabric and tore it the rest of the way to give her a cloth to wash his eye with. Dipping it in the water it was rather warm, just the right temperature. Looking over at him she smiled, nodding slowly, “Thank you, I would greatly appreciate it, and I will try to be a good mate.” She told him, blushing still as she moved to him with the damp rag, bringing it slowly to his eye, making sure he saw what she was doing so he would not lash out at her for if it stung a little.

Bringing the rag up she dabbed the wound, first cleaning it of dried blood, then more thoroughly cleaning around and across it, seeing the cut and damage done, but it did not bother her, she had seen worse. She smiled, looking at her handy work, it was cleaned, and the bleeding had stopped. Taking another piece of her dress off she handed it to him to wrap around it, “Here you can use this until we can get you a patch for that.” She replied sweetly.

Giving a soft giggle she moved closer to him again, feeling her heat rising a little as she moved toward him, “I thought there was only about two or three ways to mate for the first time, either with me on my back, or on my hands and knees, which is it you would prefer?” She asked, being ever so softly, but her soft and very sweet scent was unmistakable, with him removing her clothing and being against her she had seen, smelt and felt her mate, knowing she was right for him, accepting his scent, and with all of that she had entered her heat sooner than expected for her first time, but she did not know it, or feel it much this time.
 
He sat there at the edge of the water, the sand soft under him and the water luke warm at his feet. Sitting there, he lets her clean his wound, even if it was a little painful, it felt better after. Although there was no fixing the eye, and it would be scarred over his face, he didn't seem to be terribly angry with her, or anyone for that matter, now that she was the one taking care of him. Once it was cleaned up, he took the fresh cloth and wrapped it around his face so that the scarring and injury couldn't be seen.

Looking over at her when she moves closer, listening to her giggle and snuggle up against his side, he looks down at her and tilts his head. Her scent was starting to permiate the air around him, this lovely irresistable scent that he rather enjoyed. Pulling her against him, he gently takes her paw and lets it touch his sheath. He was allowing her to explore him and get used to him before he was going to mate her, so while her fingers touched, his cock started to arouse from his sheath for her.
 
Smiling she was very gentle with cleaning the wound, being kind and having a very soft touch despite everything. The tilt of his head was cute, but the problem was she did not realize she was going into heat or had begun entering it. She leaned into him, pressing her skin to his body, and her hand was brought to his sheath. Blushing softly she looked up at him, a small sign of her inexperience with a male, but she knew she would catch on and learn as they were together longer. Her hand stroked him slowly, getting a feel for him, before moving her other hand over his body, feeling his fur against her hands, knowing females were different from males since males were fully furry, while females had human bodies and animal tail and ears, but that did not make them any more weak.

She moved her hand all over, feeling just about everything, slowly she moved her lips to kiss just under his damaged eye, hoping it would heal soon, not wanting it to be a weakness for him, or to make it difficult for him to do his job as her mate and the Alpha. She looked at his cock, realizing now what she had gotten herself into, a little nervous since this would be her first time and he was already so much bigger than her and that he was going to stretch her a lot, and possibly hurt her even if he is kind to her for her first time, due to his sheer size.
 
The wolf sat there and let her clean up the wound. While it did feel better, there was no completely curing his destroyed eye, although he did feel a deep appreciation to the girl for taking care of him. When she was done, he looks at her with his good eye and gives a little smile. Feeling her hand in his fur, he looks down at it, feeling her fingers caressing through it. She wasn't like he was, only with her ears and tail being canine, but that was the way that females were. As far as females went, she damn sure was one of the best looking ones.

When she kisses under his wound, he murrs softly, rather enjoying this soft affection that she was giving to him. He'd always envisioned just raping her while she cried, but... Rio rather preferred this. It seemed as though she really was a good match for him, and he felt obligated to be better for her. When she looks down at his cock, he smiles and brushes her hair from his face.

"It's okay, sweetie. I'll make sure it feels good and only hurts as little as possible." The wolf tells her. Taking her hand, he guides it to his cock. "Here, touch it, get a feel for what's yours." Rio says, for the first time since they'd been together all day, he refers to himself as 'hers'.
 
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