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)
“In front of the whole Pack?” I asked uncertainly.
“Oh yes—it’s important that the Pack witnesses your mating, my dear,” she said seriously. “That’s the point of the ceremony—so everyone knows who you belong to—and who belongs to you,” she added, smiling. “Now just you try and relax here for a moment or two. The Choosing Ceremony will be starting very soon and the Alphas will be lining up behind the Choosing Stone.”
“How…how many will there be?” I asked faintly.
“Hmm, for the honor of breeding and mating with the sister of the current Packmaster who is also the daughter of the former Packmaster? I’d say there will be a fair few,” she told me. “But don’t you worry—just grip the rings if you feel overwhelmed and the Choosing Stone will give you the strength to keep going!”
Then they left me there, on my knees waiting for the Choosing Ceremony to begin.
19
COLE
When Kurt and I crept up to where the Provisional Council was having their little meeting, I saw that Rickter was already holding forth. All of them were still in their human forms, since most Weres don’t have my gift of being able to speak while in their Shifted or partially Shifted form.
“As you can see, our current Packmaster is completely unworthy to hold his position,” he was saying, as he passed around his cell phone.
On its lighted screen I could see pictures of Delilah that made a growl rise in my throat. She was naked and vulnerable—covered in my seed. The bastard had even taken a close up shot of her pussy dripping with my cum!
“So I think we can all agree that the Council should vote to eject and exile Cole Blackburn as Packmaster and install an older, more experienced male instead,” Rickter said as the other members of the Council ogled the nude pictures of Delilah. “Of course, all that will have to be done in absentia, since he’s apparently run away and is this moment headed out of the country, from what I can tell.”
I couldn’t stand anymore. Still in my Fur Form, I burst into the clearing.
“I think you’d better talk to the current Packmaster before you decide to replace him with a murdering, lying asshole!” I snarled, wrinkling my muzzle to show my fangs.
There were gasps from the other five Council members and one of them exclaimed,
“Rickter—I thought you said the Packmaster left the country when you confronted him about breeding his little sister?”
“I…he….he must have tricked me!” Rickter exclaimed. “Look at him—he’s rabid! He’s a danger to us all!”
He pulled a small aerosol can from his pocket and sprayed it full in my face. This time I didn’t try to duck—I remembered that Kurt had told me he had replaced the Wolf’s Bane can with one filled with water.
Sure enough, the cool mist that sprayed from the can didn’t do a thing except get the fur of my face wet. Rickter’s eyes went wide with fear when he saw that I wasn’t going down this time.
“He…he…I can’t—” He stuttered, backing away from me. The rest of the Council was looking at me warily as well. As well they should—I felt like ripping all their throats out for looking at the obscene pictures of Delilah!
“If you’re done drooling over pictures of my future mate, I think you’d better hear what I have to say before you pass any judgment!” I snarled at the Council members. “Every one of you stay where you are—including Rickter!” I added, glaring around the semi-circle they were gathered in. “You’re going to hear your Packmaster speak or I’ll rip out every one of your fucking throats!”
I saw a lot of anxious glances being exchanged. If they had been in their Fur Forms, they would have been showing me their bellies by now in submission. Which was good—I’d had e-fucking-nough of them second guessing my leadership. The position of Packmaster was mine by birthright and I had trained all my life to do it—I wasn’t sharing power anymore with any of them.
“First—Kurt, take that fucking phone and destroy those pictures!” I snarled at my second in command.
“That’s mine! You can’t have it!” Rickter tried to keep the phone from Kurt’s hands but I leaned forward and growled at him, lifting my upper lip to show my fangs.
“That’s my future mate you’ve been showing naked pictures of!” I snarled at him. “You’re lucky I don’t tear your fucking head off right here and now!”
“How dare you call her your future mate—that’s your little sister!” Rickter exclaimed, reluctantly relinquishing the phone.
Kurt flipped through it, deleted the pictures of Delilah and then put it on the ground and stomped it with his heel until it cracked and shattered.
“Hey!” Rickter whined. He glared at me. “It doesn’t matter that you destroyed the pictures—we’ve all seen what you did to your own little sister!”