Tales of the Tellurian Pack - SPECIAL EDITION

In northern Michigan exists a pack of werewolves that have run their city for generations. The Tellurian Pack has always been led by powerful alphas who have their pack's best interests at heart and at their side, a strong Luna to care for their people. However, a new generation of wolves is coming of age and they don't subscribe to the old stuffy traditions of those previously in charge. A new wave of love and acceptance is sweeping through the pack and shaking things up.

“Hey blondie,” he said, leaning down closer and resting his chin on my chest. “What’s up?”
For a long moment I just laid there, staring into his eyes. They were crystalline blue, like a clear lake on a summer’s day, and so easy to get lost in. I felt myself reaching up to touch him, like I’d wanted to so badly that night I’d run across him in the woods. His eyes darted to the side, his knowing smile getting wider. Immediately I felt a rush of fear and repulsion.
“Get the fuck off me,” I growled, shoving him hard enough to send him sprawling onto the concrete. “Who the hell are you calling blondie?”
He looked a little surprised, but his smile returned quickly. He seemed entertained more than anything, his cockiness seeping into his every movement and expression. It made my heart skip a beat, and I wanted to strangle him.
“Who the fuck are you?” I snarled.
“Oh please,” he laughed, pushing himself to his feet and dusting himself off. “As if you don’t remember me.”
“I don’t have any idea who you are,” I lied. “You’re just some fucking creep who’s been staring at me.” The vanilla scent washed over me once more as I took a deep breath. “And you’ve been stalking me on the preserve.”
“Stalking? You’re the one that came to find me.”
“N-No… I didn’t–”
“Sure, Leo.”
My heart skipped as he said my name. “I don’t know who you think you are, but–”
“My name,” he said, interrupting me, “is Jake and I know you remember it because I met you three months ago at the full moon festival when I came down to visit my sister. Who, if I recall, you were dating at the time.”
I didn’t respond. Somehow, I’d forgotten his name, but now that he said it aloud, it sounded more beautiful than it should have. I hated myself for even thinking it.
“Cool. Great.” I sighed. “Now what the hell do you want from me?”
“I’ve come to claim you,” he said. “Because you’re my mate.”
The entire world stopped spinning in a flash and time stood still. What?
My mind was running a million miles an hour. Nothing he said could be true, right? He had to be fucking with me. That, or he knew he’d caught my attention that night and wanted to butter me up so he could fuck me and leave. I knew how guys like him worked because I used to be one. You talk a girl up, tell her exactly what she wanted to hear, got off, and never called her again. I’d done it plenty of times and for the first time in my life, I found myself on the receiving end of such attention. I was hit with a wave of shame for being such a prick, followed swiftly by a deep surge of arousal.
“I’m… I’m not…” I looked up at him, stuttering over my words. “You’re lying.”
“I don’t lie,” Jake replied calmly. “I tell people the truth, whether they want to hear it or not.” He took a step forward, holding out a hand. “You’re giving me a lot of straight guy vibes, so I’m guessing this comes as a bit of a shock. But don’t worry, I’m gonna take good care of you.”
“I’m not gay,” I growled back.
Jake gave me a once over, his eyes hovering a bit too long on the bulge in my jeans. “That looks like a lie from where I’m standing,” he grinned. “You’re at least bi.”
I cried out in anger, my fist swung up from the right, heading directly for Jake’s jaw. There was a dull thud as it connected. Not with his face, but his palm. He’d caught my punch in mid-swing, stopping it dead in its tracks.
“That’s no way to treat your mate,” he said calmly.
“You’re not my fucking mate!”
Jake held my fist firmly, wrapping his free arm around my waist and pulling me closer. The breath left my body and I could feel the heat from him seeping through my shirt, the smell of sweat gathering under his dark clothing in the heat. I could nearly taste him in the air. My heart was pounding, the thudding filling my ears as he leaned in close. I hadn’t noticed how muscular he was before, but as he held me in place, I realized how easily he could overpower me. My knees buckled slightly at the thought and I leaned into him, our faces so close that I could feel his breath across my lips.
“You can feel it, can’t you?” he whispered, his lips barely an inch from my own. “That pull between us, deep down in your gut. At first, I thought I was just worked up, that you were some cute face I needed to forget. But later that night when I saw you in the woods… I saw you for what you truly were. My mate.” He pulled me close, his soft lips dancing against my neck. “You’re mine, blondie. You might not like it now, but you’ll come to crave me if you don’t already.”
I felt a hand snake its way down my torso, landing firmly on the bulge in my jeans.
“Seems you want me pretty bad already.”
A soft moan escaped my lips.
“Good boy,” he whispered, his nose brushing against my ear. “Don’t you worry, I’m gonna take good care of you.”
Everything he said made me want to give in, to just let him have me. He was right, I did feel something deep down, a spark ignited between us that had been there since the moment I saw him in the woods. That’s why I hadn't been able to get him out of my head. For weeks he’d been haunting me every moment, asleep and awake. Couldn’t I just let him have me?
Carah’s face suddenly flashed through my mind.
No. This was her brother. Not only was he a guy, which I wasn’t into, but he was off limits. I may have given up Carah to save her the frustration of dating me, but that didn’t mean I was gonna run off with her fucking brother and break her heart. I wasn’t a monster.
“Let me go,” I said, clenching my eyes shut.
“Is that really what you want?”
His lips were still brushing against my neck, and it took every fiber of my being to answer him.
“Yes.”
To my surprise, he let me go, taking a step back to give me some space.
“As you wish,” he said softly.
I glared at him for a long moment, thoroughly confused about his reaction, my reaction, and pretty much everything else in my life at the moment. He seemed so intense and pushy, but the moment I asked him to back off, he did. What was that all about? And why did it make my heart do backflips? I didn’t want him around me at all.
“What… What the fuck is your problem?” I asked, trying to catch my breath.
“My problem?” he said, cocking his head to the side.
“Yeah. All this bullshit about being my mate, stalking me in the woods, putting your… hands all over… me.” My speech was floundering under my frustration. “Why the hell are you here?”
“I told you,” he replied with a smile. “I’m your mate.”
“The hell you are.”
He shook his head, taking a step closer. “I know you like me.” He glanced down at the dick shaped outline in my jeans. “And I know you feel the connection just like I do. I went back home, thinking it was nothing, but I couldn’t get you out of my head. So, I came back for you to make sure I was right. And I was.” He took a step forward, keeping his hands to himself. “I’m not scared of this, I want to give it a shot.”
“Look,” I replied, rubbing my forehead. “I don’t care what you think you know about me, but I’m not gay and I’m not your mate. Now leave me the fuck alone.”
“I can’t do that, Leo,” he whispered, taking another step forward. “You belong to me.”
He was close again, his scent washing over me, and I could feel the heat from his body under that tight black shirt. All I wanted to do was drop to my knees in front of him, like that stranger in the woods. That’s where I belonged, what I wanted more than anything.
Get a hold of yourself, Leo!