Total pages in book: 74
Estimated words: 68913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 68913 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 345(@200wpm)___ 276(@250wpm)___ 230(@300wpm)
I supposed it made sense though at the time, I had assumed that he and his sister just wanted an excuse to fuck.
“Ah, here we are—the Choosing Stone,” the Elder Bitch beside me said.
I looked up and saw that we had come to a kind of stone altar at the end of the large clearing. The Choosing Stone wasn’t actually one stone—it was three—one large, flat stone a little bigger than the mattress of a king-sized bed and two upright obelisks that rose to points on either side of it in the center.
The obelisks both had large purple gems embedded in them that seemed to gleam in the moonlight. And each one had a golden ring drilled into the side of it. From each ring hung a long silky black cord that wasn’t quite thick enough to be called a rope.
“Here you are, my dear,” one of the Elder Bitches said to me as we stepped up the single step and onto the large flat stone. “The Choosing Stone. This is where you’ll kneel,” she said, indicating a place right between the two towering obelisks.
I saw that there was already what looked like the imprint of knees worn into the stone itself where she was pointing. How many generations of women of our Pack had gone through this ritual to wear indentations in the stone itself, I wondered?
“We’ll give you a cushion to kneel on, of course,” one of the other Elder Bitches said. “They didn’t used to, but we protested when we were your age until they changed the rules,” she added proudly.
“Oh, er—thank you,” I said as she placed a thin cushion over the indentations in the stone.
“Kneel down now so we can attach you to the Choosing Stone,” she told me.
Feeling numb, I did as she said.
I knelt on the cushion and felt my knees conform to the worn places under it—it was surprisingly comfortable. Then the Elder Bitches took the long black cords that were attached with golden rings to the obelisks on either side and brought them to my wrists. The cords had golden threads running through them and they ended in golden rings, about the size of a bangle bracelet.
“Now then, dearie—just slip your hands through the rings,” one of the Elder Bitches instructed.
I did so, expecting that the rings would tighten around my wrists to hold me in place. But they didn’t change shape or size at all. I frowned at them.
“These don’t look like very effective handcuffs,” I remarked.
The Elder Bitches giggled among themselves.
“Oh goodness me—of course they’re not handcuffs!” One of them exclaimed. “They’re just to give you something to hold on to—and they give you access to the power of the Choosing Stone.”
“I don’t understand,” I said blankly. “What do you mean? What power?”
“Take hold of the rings and see for yourself,” the Elder Bitch said mysteriously. “Then you’ll see.”
Feeling a bit nervous, I slipped my hands down so that I could hold onto the thin metal rings. The minute my fingers curled around them, I felt what I can only describe as a bolt of electrical lust flowing through me.
“Oh!” I gasped as I grasped the rings tighter. Above my head, the large purple jewels embedded in the sides of the obelisks started glowing.
“There—you see! She’s feeling it!” One of the Elder Bitches exclaimed.
I certainly was. I had already been hot and needing to be bred before, but this energy was different somehow.
Before I had felt desperate, as though I would have to go on my hands and knees to any male who would be willing to help me. Now I felt empowered—with the sexual energy flowing through my body I was a goddess. I felt able to accept any and all Alphas who wished to see if they could fill my pussy—but I would choose only the most worthy candidate to knot me.
I would be the one to choose for myself—no matter what Rickter or any of the other Partially Shifted males waiting in line to breed me might think. With the power of the Choosing stone, I was in control of my fate and my destiny.
“Ah, you see now—don’t you?” One of the Elder Bitches asked—she had been watching the expression on my face as I gripped the rings. “Whenever you have need of strength to get through the Ceremony, just hold the rings. They’ll give you the power to stay upright while the Alphas you don’t choose breed you…and they’ll let you know when the right one comes.”
“When that happens, you must release the rings and get yourself into breeding position,” one of the other Elder Bitches told me. “Lean forward with your legs spread, lift your hips, and put your head in your arms so that the male you have chosen can knot you properly and give you a breeding bump.”