Chapter 6 6: Luther

‘Not a god damned word or I swear—’

Emma snorts. Mindspeaking with my pack is easy, and I know she heard me. I know Bane heard me outside the door. They are having too much fun with this.

‘I am your Alpha,’ I reiterate, ‘do not make me do something I don’t want to do.’

“Do you think I should have him fixed while we’re here? I wouldn’t want any unwanted puppies running around!” Chrissy says, her fingers tangled in the fur at the scruff of my neck.

‘Don’t even think about it!’ I snarl at Emma. Outside the door in the waiting room, Bane’s cackling gets even louder before I hear the bell above the door chime. Seems as if he can’t be bothered to stay in the building.

“Let’s focus on health first, then I can check and see if he’s unaltered.” Emma chokes on every word. The glee in her eyes is something I will have to develop a punishment for later. “Come on, Fluffy, let’s get you all checked out!”

I bare my teeth slightly at her as she pats the table. With one leap, I’m on it, but the table is much too small for my giant frame, so I sit awkwardly and try my hardest not to slip off. I growl lowly as Emma pets me, examining my body even though I know she knows that any injury I may have had has long since healed itself. One of the bonuses of being a werewolf is our incredibly fast healing.

Emma doesn’t seem to give a shit. 

“Oh, he’s such a big brave boy, isn’t he?” 

She’s mocking me. I will have my revenge.

“He really is! He fought so hard to get himself free that in the end, all he could really do was give me kisses while I tried to get him out. I’m sure he’s very tired.” Chrissy pouted her way-too-beautiful bottom lip and hugged me tightly.

“Oh, I bet! He looks like quite the lover boy. I’m surprised he didn’t have a she-wolf on his tail!” Emma says pointedly, knowing I was supposed to be mating the Dark Moon Princess right now.

“Oh, he isn’t a wolf. He’s a husky. Can't you tell?” Chrissy asks, turning my muzzle toward her with both hands and kissing me right on the nose.

My tongue falls out of my mouth and hangs at the side as I pant uncontrollably. She’s so close, her mouth just touched my nose. If she only knew I was a man, I would transform right now and take her on the table in front of Emma, I don’t give a fuck.

“Well, he definitely has wolf DNA in there somewhere,” Emma said politely, looking me over. “I think you’re right about getting him fixed, though. He’s being a randy little puppy, isn’t he?”

I feel them both look between my legs, and I wince. This body is not shy about showing excitement. It’s absolutely mortifying. I bare my teeth completely at Emma and snap once at her face. She will not be touching my manhood; it’s the future of our pack! She wouldn’t dare; it would be suicide! She—-

I yelp as Chrissy swats my nose.

“No! No biting! Bad puppy, bad!” Chrissy chastises me.

I stare at her in complete shock, mirroring the look on Emma’s face.

“We do not bite! We have manners! Now, behave!”

“I…I, umm…I’ll be right back!” Emma mutters right before she darts out of the room.

I’m still staring at Chrissy wide-eyed. Everything in my upbringing tells me that someone who shows me such disrespect, especially a human, should be devoured on the spot, and yet I am overtaken by the deep desire to please her so much that I lie on the table and rest my head in her hands and whimper. 

Maybe I am just a puppy. A love-sick, whipped, leashed puppy. 

I lick her palms as she strokes my muzzle with her thumbs. 

“You have to be a good boy, Fluffy, or I can’t bring you home. My apartment building is very strict. They are going to have a conniption when they see you in general!” She leans forward, stroking my ears, her breasts right in my face for me to lick greedily.

I’ll do whatever she says from now on if I could just get this torn dress off of her…

A gentle rap on the door announces Emma before she enters, but I’m too busy to care. I can smell that Bane is with her, as well as hear him chuckle, but I don’t stop licking my soft woman.

“Alrighty then!” Emma says with a snap of a latex glove. “Time for shots and microchips!”

I freeze in place, tongue between my woman’s breasts.

“And the neutering?” Chrissy asks.

Traitorous woman wants to end our breeding before it starts? I’ll… I’ll… I’ll just keep licking her, I guess. My body doesn’t seem to want to stop.

“We can make an appointment for that another day. The surgeon is currently out of town for a wedding.” Emma makes a point of emphasizing the word "wedding". 

Yes, the surgeon is. Almost the whole pack is out of town for a wedding. My wedding. Sucks to be them, because I’m not going.

“Oh, I’m going to enjoy this!” Bane says under his breath as he circles the table. 

My eyes follow him without my head moving. Enjoy what, now?

“Alright, get a good grip on him. I want this to be fast and easy!”

What?

I yelp as Bane leaps on the table, standing over me. Before I can even think, he’s got his muscled arm around my neck, and he’s wrestling me to lie on the table with extreme force. I buck, wiggling, fighting, but Bane only doubles his efforts.

‘Death will befall you for this! You are my second no longer!’ I growl and snap, fighting as hard as I can, but I can’t thrash too much, or I could hurt my woman.

‘You think I wouldn’t take my chance at making you lie down like a dog? I’ll never get another! Now stop fighting before you scare the little human away!’

“Is this really necessary?” Chrissy asks, and my eyes snap to her. She’s got tears running down her face, and her hands are trembling.

Rolling my eyes and letting out one final growl and grunt, I let Bane pin me to the table.

“Aw, what a good puppy!” Bane says mockingly, stroking my head. 

“The best!” Emma says with a barely disguised laugh. “Now hold him steady!”

I yelp as she jabs me four separate times and almost buck Bane off and bite them both when she injects me with the microchip.

‘I will rend the flesh from your bones! I will ban you from the hunt! I will exile you both to be lone wolves in different parts of the country, I—’

My tirade of threats is broken off when Bane leaps off the table, and my luscious Chrissy envelopes me in her arms as she sobbs loudly. 

“I’ll be able to track him now? I’ll never lose him?” Her words break with heavy breaths, her tears streaming down her face and wetting my fur.

“We will never lose dear Fluffy again, this I promise!” Emma says. Double entendre much? 

She really just injected her Alpha with a dog tracker. 

Begging forgiveness will be futile. These wolves are dead to me, I swear.

“You should be good to take him home now, but first!” Emma holds out her hand to Bane, who puts a bright pink bedazzled collar into it. Hanging from it is a heart-shaped dog tag that says ‘Fluffy’ in bold pink letters.

“Oh my goodness, I love it!” Chrissy squeals, strapping it around my neck.

“It’s the only one we had in this size,” Emma tells her, humor in every syllable.

The lying bitch.