Kayden can hear his every thought and laughs, knowing he's holding out. If he wanted to be stubborn he could, Kayden relaxing into the soft bed as her second climax rose then crashed, her moans once again filling the tent.
"Dammit Dominik," she whined, "If you hold out on me any longer..."
Brea needed nothing more than his support as he rubbed her back, letting her cry out her pain as she sat there quietly, holding Otis in her lap. Tears stain his robes as she cries, and she wonders what on earth must Ven think of the small white wolf at his side, who cries so much when others would shoulder the pain.
Her home was destroyed. Ivory returned to the dens, the burrows, all of it in flames, or tarnished. Any of her pack that had survived would have fled, to where she couldn't be sure. She hoped it was to the south, the pack there always took her men and women in. Still, Ivory couldn't just leave without scouting the area, looking for survivors. Her swollen belly hung low as she walked on all four paws, sniffing the ground and tracing around, checking homes here and there. She was mostly done her search when she heard a high pitch chirp that sounded like a young wolf and turned. Her motherly and Beta instincts told her to go to it, to make sure the pup was alright. But logic dictated that no pup should be in the area. Had she not sent all the children to Gernesh earlier that week?
The whine sounded again and she lowered herself to the ground before crawling forward, careful to hide her brown fur with the dirt. When she got close enough she could see it wasn't a wolf pup. It was a scared fox trapped by five wolves, crying out as they cornered it. The wolves themselves were Western, and the only reason she knew that were none of them smelt familiar, and she knew most of her warriors. The fox yipped again and one of them snarled, darting forward and catching it in their powerful jaws, snapping it neck.
I need to leave, Ivory thought, stepping back slowly. She had priorities to her pups...and to Christian. She continued back up, that is until her foot caught a branch and it broke, the sound echoing through the trees. All at once the fives wolves turned and snarled at her, recognizing her as Eastern. They wouldn't show mercy, she knew that, and they would have no qualms about killing a pregnant wolf.
And they are fast. Too fast for my to try and run south through these trees and the rocks. I'll only fall. Forgive me my Christian, I will find you.
She turned and bolted, racing through the soot and dirt as they lay chase. She was almost out of reach when one of them bolted forward and caught her in the flank, making her fall. Blood soaked the ground around her as teeth tore into muscle, but where the westerns had speed, Eastern's had strength. Even pregnant Ivory was able to turn and overpower him, snapping his neck with her own powerful jaws and leaving him there beside her pool of blood as she sprinted away, slowed by her wound that would make most limp. But she couldn't limp, or she and her pups would be dead. And those wolves were pissed, howling as they found their fallen comrade, promising vengeance in their snarls as she dashed away.
Ivory ran and ran, chased relentlessly through the trees until she grew so lost she knew she wasn't in territory anymore. And still she ran. She had killed one of their friends in front of them, and nothing would stop them short of death, but she was in no state to take on four. She was injured and heavy, unbalanced and lost. As she kept running she eventually stumbled on a river and followed it upstream, losing her scent in the water. It was a tactic the eastern's used often, and Christian had many times tricked her when they would play in the woods. Now she was using it to survive, confusing them while she made a get away. By the time she left the water her paws were slick with mud, masking her scent as she continued. Ivory didn't stop until she ran herself tired, and by then she was so lost she had no idea how to return home. Finding a dark and deep burrow nestled under a few dead logs piled with moss and dirt, she nestled in, terrified, alone, and hungry. She'd have to wait till nightfall to feed her and the twins, so as not to be caught. And she hoped upon hoped Christian would come find her.
"You are my perfect lover," she cooed, naked and in his arms as she kissed his forehead.
Suddenly there was a bang and a shattering that deafened Hayley's ears as she clung to Flynn and screamed. The hut filled with wolves as chaos broke out as she could feel herself being dragged from her man, kicking and screaming as she saw him fighting a dozen, maybe two dozen, as her own brigade of wolves wrestled her out of the house. They were all red heads, and she could not understand what was going on. Not till she saw her father.
"Is this your doing?" she asked, yelling at him as two men bound her wrists to a post, effectively making it so she couldn't move, "Father I'm naked! What are you doing?"
"You refuse to listen to reason, and then you decide the entire pack needs to hear you shame us," Gernesh growled, motioning as the troop of men pulled Flynn outside, also bound and severly beaten.
"Flynn!" she cried, fighting her restraints, "Flynn help!"
But he was in a predicament just as bad.
"We already mated!" she yelled, "You can't break us up father. There is nothing you can do. It's law. Where is Issac? Where's our Alpha?"
"On his way to the River Pack of course," Gernesh shrugged, "I suggested it might be best he go see to them as we haven't heard from them in so long. He took the few Eastern's warriors who arrived and left. Now tell me Flynn, did you have a mate before Hayley? Didn't she pass, just like your mother did Hayley."
"So what?" Hayley snapped, "He loves me. Wolves can find new mates if their first mate has passed."
"Exactly what you will be doing," Gernesh nodded, "Once your mate passes."
"NO!" Hayley screamed, "DADDY NO! I LOVE HIM! DON'T! DON'T KILL HIM! SOMEBODY STOP HIM!"
And someone did. A wolf stepped forward, towering over even Flynn's height. In his hand was a dagger but it stayed there only for a split second and then he threw it. Time slowed as Hayley screamed, not sure if the blade would hit her father or her lover in that instant. And then it sunk into her father's throat and Hayley's screams grew, watching as her father fell to his knees, blood soaking his front. She could hate him, but he was still her father. The man who raised her. And there he was. Crumpling to the ground in front of his daughter.
"Daddy!" she sobbed, tears rushing down her face as the wolves around them began to back away, fearful of the man who'd killed their Beta. Some even turned and left, until only the few who enjoyed watching chaos and misery stayed. She hated them for that, for gawking as she cried, still tied, staring at her dead father while her mate was still bound and trapped by the few wolves that had remained, although most of the two dozen had deserted like the rest.
"He's dead," a couple whispered, "Who runs the pack now?"
The man turned to leave, and she saw a flash of silver under his hood, knowing this was a planned attack, a deliberate attack by the grey wolves. She could cry out his identity to the wolves, but what would it matter? These wolves weren't about to chase him down. Some of them looked happy to see Gernesh dead.
"Why don't you just kill me too!" Hayley screamed at him instead, her heart broken, "Or are you too much of a coward you have to kill from the shadows with steel?"
"You misunderstand," his voice was so deep, and menacing, stepping right up close to her and running a long finger down her cheek, making her flinch in disgust as Flynn had to continue watching, "I came here to wreck havoc, not kill a princess and her father. He is dead, and your pack is without a leader. Instead they are left with a man whose not one of them and his whore mate who opens her legs for any wolf."
"I don't!" she cried, unsure why he'd assume that.
His finger ran down her neck to her shoulder, running along her bare skin, "Are you sure? Because you sit here naked in the dirt, tied and inviting to any wolf who wants a good fuck."
"Wolves have mates. We don't rape!" she snapped, but in her head she remembered those boys. They weren't going to rape her either, only touch her...and it still felt horrid.
"Your still living by the old rules," he laughed, raising his voice, "The clan is no more! Here, we do not have laws to follow. No one will be executed for crimes. No one need be forced to mate with those they hate. And why suffer with just one pussy to fuck? Let us men enjoy them all."
To her surprise there was a lot of hollering and cheering, and she hadn't seen more grey wolves and even some brunette joining the crowd. In the distance screams started to sound, the camp being attacked, but here it was just her, Flynn and the hungry looking wolves circling them.
"Join us our fire brothers," the grey continued speaking as his hand went further south and groped her breast, making her want to vomit, "Join us and get as much out of this little princess as you wish. The brute's even warmed her up, look she's all hot and sticky."
He shoved her legs open, displaying her to them all as many of them began to pant or groan and Hayley felt the tears rolling down, still unable to look away from her father's lifeless body.
"And if we don't join?" one of them asked, obviously disgusted by this barbaric display.
There was a gurgling sound as his body fell forward onto Gernesh's.
"Those who refuse to join us, are against us!" the grey wolf, which Hayley had to assume was their leader yelled, and many hollared or howled again, "Let the village burn with those who refuse to join the new world. Brothers...let us enjoy our women."
More girls were thrown into the circle, crying like Hayley and looking no older than her. Their mates had to be dead by the devastastion on their faces, but that look could not compare as three or four men jumped on each woman, taking any part of her they could get until her back and front and mouth were full of cock, the men sighing and cheering and enjoying themselves while Hayley watched in horror at the looks of pure death on their faces, wishing they had slit their throats.
Flynn help! Hayley had no voice, so terrified she was next as the man in the cloak lowered his hood,
Flynn I need - AHHHHHHH
She let out a painful cry as his cold fingers slid down her stomach and in between her legs, invading her most private parts. His erection was evident as he tried to play with her, but she continued to kick at him, closing her legs every chance she got, tears streaming down her face.
"Hold this bitch open," he snarled as she clipped him in the face with her heel, "We will see if we can tame the princess with a healthy dose of manhood in her."
"NO!" she screamed, wiggling but in vain as one man hit her hard across the face and another two grabbed her legs, pulling them wide. She could see Flynn now, the men struggling with him as he felt all her pain and fear, horrified as the grey wolf loosened his pants and his erection sprang free, dripping already.
"No!" she cried, shaking, "Oh god, please no. Please."
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