“Please?” She begged him. “I-I meant n-no disrespect.” Nella exhaled choppily. “I just…I’m naked and I…please? I submit, I promise.” She slowly turned her head to look over her left shoulder at him. Her lips trembled, her cheeks were wet with tears and her eyes were filled with fear and pain. “D-don’t make me expose myself. Please?”
“Huh?” He raised a brow and didn’t hide his confusion. “Expose what?”
A loud bark made Nella cower to the tree even more and the stranger instinctively moved to face the potential threat. She didn’t turn her head in time to see Frankie’s wolf galloping across the field towards her. All she could see was the firm back of the stranger and the way his muscles flexed beneath his dark skin as he snarled in warning. “Come any closer and I’ll shift and rip your fucking throat out. This is Defoe land. Pack law states I can defend my territory against trespassers. You get one warning old man.”
Nella whimpered. That had to be her father. She shuffled quickly away from the other teen, struggling to focus on anything through the rising haze of his maple tree scent. She knew from the strength of it he had to be an Alpha, as his pheromones were as intense as Caleb’s had been. Yet it was getting stronger and stronger. She stumbled over one of the raised roots of the tree, but managed to catch herself against the tree bark. She stood on the other side of the tree to the stranger and looked out to the field.
Nella recognised Frankie’s brown wolf form. He swung his head to look at her and dropped the bag from his jaws. He barked at his pup to come to him. Nella leaned forward, only to cower back as the stranger stomped forward to block her escape. “Alright old man. You had your chance.”
Frankie lowered his head in submission, which gave the teen pause. “What are you up to?” Nella watched as her father shifted into his human form. He knelt on the ground and held his palms up to show them to the younger man.
“Forgive our trespass. It was not intentional. We woke up here. I was just getting Nella some clothes and then we were going to leave right away.”
“Why the hell would you need to get her clothes first? Why didn’t you just fuck off straight away?” Nella whined when the handsome teen moved to block her father from view once more.
“Last night was the first time Nella transformed, and she didn’t know she was a werewolf for more than an hour beforehand. She isn’t comfortable being nude like the rest of us.”
The Alpha turned to look over his shoulder at Nella and she cowered back behind the tree some more and dropped her gaze to his ankles. “If you would…allow me to give my daughter her clothes, I’m sure we can both apologise properly and leave. Yes?”
“Is that what you meant by exposed?” He half-turned to look back at her. “I really don’t care if you’re dressed or not. Nudity isn’t a big deal for werewolves. I didn’t know you meant you became a werewolf last night. That explains why I haven’t seen you around.” He shrugged and folded his arms. “…fine whatever.”
“Thank you Zane.” Frankie kept his head down, retrieved the bag he was carrying in his mouth a moment earlier, and slowly walked a wide arc around the Alpha. His heart broke when he saw the shivering sobbing mess that was his daughter. “Hey now sweetheart. Here you are. A nice long skirt and a sweater for you. Here you go.” Frankie fished the clothes out and offered them to her. She timidly accepted the clothing and Frankie turned his back for her benefit.
That, and to act as a further shield between his vulnerable pup and the dire wolf. Poor Nel. His stink is everywhere. She must be struggling. Why did we end up here in the first place? Why did it have to be Zane Defoe we came across? That kid is a grenade missing its pin at the best of times. If I find out he’s done anything to Nella I’m reporting his ass to Caleb. I don’t care if Dorian is Emma’s new lap dog. I will push for the full punishment if he’s hurt my pup.
“I-I’m dressed.” Nella didn’t feel anywhere near dressed enough, but it would do. The skirt was long and pleated, so she hoped that her bulge wasn’t visible since she wasn’t wearing a gaff. She shuffled out from behind the tree and sniffled. “I-I need to apologise by offering my neck?” She asked as a point of clarification.
“No honey, I do. This was my fault and-”
“I think you’ll find I’m the one who decides who needs to apologise. You are both trespassing. You both offer your damn necks.” Zane pointed aggressively and stormed over to them. Frankie moved to stand in front of Nella and growled.
“I take all the blame, and therefore all the required submission.” He tried to insist, but Zane snarled and his eyes darkened to black and yellow again.
“I don’t accept that. She’s not a child. She apologises too, or I’ll take it as a challenge.”
Frankie had never hated anyone before. Not really. Not since Gregory Defoe. Looks like the apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Nasty little bastard. He didn’t want Zane’s jaws anywhere near Nella’s petite little neck.
“E-erm it’s okay?” Nella fumbled and sidestepped out from behind her father. “Is it the same as when Caleb and Emma smelt my neck? What was it? Head down, hands up, and give him my neck?”
Zane snorted to one side and smirked with amusement.
“It’s, erm, palms facing him, not hands up. But otherwise yes that’s right.” Frankie took a deep breath and nodded. “I’ll go first. Watch me, but don’t look him in the eye.” He spoke softly and smiled to reassure Nella. She nodded. Now she was dressed she didn’t mind letting another wolf sniff her neck. It didn’t seem like that big of a deal, even if Frankie seemed to think so.
Frankie donned the position as he approached Zane. Hands down by his sides, palms facing the Alpha, his head turned to the right and his eyes downcast. He did not like submitting to Zane. Not because he was an Alpha or a Dire wolf, but because he was a Defoe. Dorian he could tolerate, but Zane? He was his father’s son. Dorian might have inherited his old man’s looks, but Zane had his ferocious temper and spiteful nature. The number of times Frankie had to respond to GV High to deal with this kid over the years for attacking his peers was so high he lost count in his first year there. He’s hospitalised plenty of wolves in challenges, and he always managed to weasel out of any serious consequences by knowing pack law inside and out. Wielding it like a sword and a shield. His old man would be so proud… “Please accept my apology for trespassing on your family’s territory.”
Zane sneered down his nose at Frankie and sniffed briefly at his neck. Clearly he wanted the Beta’s submission, but didn’t enjoy accepting it. Frankie was fine with that, and backed up slowly. He tensed when Nella started to walk towards Zane. His hands curled into fists and he watched like a hawk for any sign of danger.
It looks exactly the same as when the Pack Master and the Luna ‘took my scent’ and claimed me as part of the pack. It will be over quickly enough. Just look at his chest. Don’t look up or I’ll look him in the eye and that’s not allowed for some reason. Don’t look down or I’ll see his junk…again…
It was unpleasant to walk into the wall of maple tree pheromones. Nella had to force herself to keep putting one foot in front of the other. She had her hands held a little too high and were level with her ribcage rather than her hips, but thankfully Zane didn’t comment on this.
“I am sorry for trespassing.”
He waited for her to tilt her head more to the right to offer her neck, jugular, and gland to be scented. Zane lifted his black and yellow eyes to regard Frankie first, smirked sadistically, and lifted his right hand to take hold of her throat. Nella tensed and gasped, whereas Frankie seethed and took a threatening step forward.
“More to the right.” He sang and used his thumb to push against her jaw to force her head further over. Still grinning like the devil, Zane lifted his left hand to push her hair clear from her neck and leaned down to inhale deeply…only to raise a brow. “What are you?” Nella’s chest tightened as she panicked. Emma smelt me and said I was male. C-can everyone who sniffs me tell what I am?! “I can barely smell you.” Zane leaned in and sniffed her again to try and get her scent. “You’re so weak?”
“That’s enough.” Frankie growled. “Nella has offered her neck in submission in apology. You’ve scented her, now let her go.”
“But I haven’t scented her.” Zane countered, both hands on her now as the left held her shoulder to stop her from backing up. “I can barely smell her.”
“Oh, erm, w-well I don’t know why?”
“She’s a late bloomer.” Frankie took another step towards them. “Low hormone levels, so her scent isn’t as potent yet.”
“If that’s the case, then she can be stimulated into producing more pheromones for me to scent.” Zane smirked and even Nella knew whatever he was about to do wasn’t good. Frankie snarled and took two steps toward them. He was barely out of arm’s reach now.
“I swear Zane, if you even touch her gland I will-”
“You’ll what old man?” Zane’s grin was manic as he rose to that challenge. All while his right hand held Nella by her throat and his left hand gripped her shoulder. “No, go on? I am dying to hear what you think you can do to me?” Nella gulped and his right hand felt the movement. His black and yellow eyes dropped to look at her staring at his chest and trembling. “You look like you’re afraid, but I can’t smell it. I should be able to smell your fear but you’re almost invisible to my nose. I can’t even tell what kind of wolf you are.”
“O-Om-mega.” Nella trusted Emma’s judgement on that one.
“Omega huh? Well in that case, you’re going to enjoy this.” Zane moved his hand so his right hand splayed enough for two of his middle fingers to start rubbing circles against the middle of the left side of her neck. At the same time his left hand moved to mirror the action at the base of her neck. It felt strange, and she raised her hands to take hold of his wrists to try and make him stop. But then…it started to feel nice…
“GET OFF HER YOU BASTARD!” Frankie launched right as Nella started to feel something pleasant tingle down her spine. He would have thrown himself at Zane, but his daughter was being used as a shield.
“I have my hands around her throat. Are you sure you want to challenge me? I’m only stimulating her pheromones enough to accept her willingly given submission, after all. I am following pack law to facilitate her apology, nothing more.” Zane chuckled, relishing the fury he kindled in the Beta and anticipating the fight on the horizon, when his fun was ruined.
Fwt.
Zane released Nella and staggered back from her. Frankie wasted no time in yanking her clear from danger and holding his precious pup close. Zane reached down and pulled a tranquiliser dart from his firm ass. “Son of a bitch.” He lifted his eyes to see Dorian walking out from the treeline with the trank gun still raised at him. “Ah Dorian. Like I said? Son of a bitch.” Zane shook his head, fighting the drugs in his system. He tried to focus on Nella who was blushing and huddling into her father’s chest. “Nella, was it?” He swayed and growled as he tried to stay on his feet. “I need your scent for your apology, and I will fucking get it.”
“I have no idea what the pair of you are doing on Defoe land, but that tranquiliser won’t put my brother down. He’ll burn through it soon enough, so I suggest you leave. You are trespassing.” Nella turned her head to her father’s chest. Even in his arms, his almond scent wasn’t enough to mask the rising smell of fir tree coming off Dorian from assaulting her nostrils. Added to the already oppressive smell of maple tree, and Nella was struggling to remain standing. Will it always be like this whenever I’m around Alpha wolves? She was suddenly very grateful her father was a Beta wolf.
“And we apologised to your brother already, but then he molested my daughter and-”
“Frankie, I will not have you launch accusations and slander at my brother.” Dorian growled and Nella got the real sense that they should really leave. Right now. “By all means, let us reconvene in the presence of the Pack Master to settle this dispute. Right now? You need to get off our land.” Nella could see the resemblance between them. Dorian had more of a racing snake figure, whereas Zane was as wide at his shoulders as he was at his hips. They were both towers of muscle, but Dorian had more chest hair, a trimmed beard, and a full head of thick black dreadlocks. His eyes were darker brown too, and his body held many old scars. Unlike Zane, who was void of a single scar to break up his masterpiece.
“I will see you in Caleb’s office today Dorian.” Frankie snarled but didn’t linger a moment longer. He kept his hand on Nella’s back and marched her across the field and towards the main road. Nella no longer cared that the others were all still naked. All she cared about was getting away. She wanted to go home. She wanted to cry over and over into her mother’s lap but knew that couldn’t happen.
Frankie spent the whole walk back to the primary shifting site telling her as much. Ruby was human, and she can’t know what they are. Frankie implied that she would be in danger if she discovered their secret, and that was enough for Nella to agree to keep their secret. She wasn’t putting her mother in danger just so she could seek comfort in her arms.
Instead, she let a now fully dressed Frankie help her scale the side of the house (not an easy feat in her skirt), and slip in through her bedroom window. She stripped off and huddled up in bed, crying silently and chewing the corner of her pillow to muffle the sound.
Nella could still feel the phantom sensation of Zane Defoe’s hands around her throat. He had terrified her and made her feel helpless. Even worse, he had done something to her. Something that made her nipples harden and her cock start to thicken with interest. It was a pleasant feeling, but she hadn’t wanted it. Frankie’s reaction alone told her that it was inappropriate. Whatever Zane did to her neck it wasn’t part of the scenting protocol for apologies. That she knew for sure.
I don’t care if that was his family’s land or how attractive that asshole is. He did something to me I didn’t like.
“I need your scent for your apology, and I will fucking get it.”
Nella shook her head and hid under her covers defiantly. No, you won’t! I’m never letting you touch my neck ever again. I’ll avoid you at all costs. What an A-class jerk!
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