Greetings all; in my stories my characters exist in my head, but there might be real life inspirations for some of them. Who knows?
I hadn't written about the werewolves and Werecats who live on the Gum Swamp Creek Pack's land near the Gum Swamp Creek Nature Preserve in quite a while, and when I did, the story was, how do I say it....? Not rated highly by my readers.
I thought Julie and her pack deserved better, so I decided to try it again.
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Preface
In my werewolf tale, werewolves no longer live in hiding, but they don't advertise their presence either. My heroine, Alpha Juliana Macon is the daughter of an Alpha and a turned mother. Luna liked her a lot and she soon became one of her favorite Alphas, and as a result she was chosen chairwoman of the Southeastern Werewolf Council. The council was made up of the Alphas from the seventeen largest Werewolf packs and Werecat prides in the southeastern region of the United States, and served to keep peace between them.
She dedicated her tenure as Chair to bringing the werewolf into modern times. So far she's had success empowering females, having three more of them chosen as Alphas, bringing the total to six in the region. However her passion was to free werewolves from the tyranny of the mating pull. She would make her case to any older werewolf who would listen to her.
"Werewolves are perfectly capable of making the right choices in life, yet we have our lives turned upside down purely by stumbling across a mate that was selected for us," she'd say. "Even worse than that, some males use the mating pull as an excuse for what is essentially rape. I'm here to tell you that I'm going to choose my mate myself and your pups have the right to do it too."
Little did she know that visiting the High Museum of Art to view the premiere of a collection of works by several were artists named 'Cats And Dogs Playing Together', would bring her into contact with her intended mate. As a result of meeting him, she found out that the mating pull was harder to resist than she could have possibly imagined.
This is the narrative of the encounter in her own words.
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Hello everyone; Jon Thomas's not so humble omniscient narrator was going to tell this story, but he went on vacation so Jon asked me, Alpha Juliana Macon to tell it myself. First of all I'd like to thank Jon for this opportunity to speak to his readers. I would also like to express my appreciation for y'all's interest in my life and my approach to the werewolf lifestyle.
In this episode of my story I faced the biggest challenge I've encountered since I became an Alpha, and Chair of the Southeastern Werewolf Council.
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At the museum.
I looked at myself in the mirror in the ladies' room one last time. My hair was styled in an updo to give my face an elegant look. I'd put on more makeup than usual, and I was really wondering if it was too much, but in the end I decided not to worry about it.
I'd gone shopping for a new outfit to wear to the premiere that showed off my firm breasts, and juicy round ass. I also liked how my pecan tan skin made the color of the dress pop. After deciding everything was good enough if not perfect, I joined the other well dressed patrons of the museum who'd gathered for a showing by up and coming were artists.
I'm the Madam Alpha and I'm always popular with were everywhere I go, but I was humbled at the number of Were women who wanted to give me those European air kisses when they saw me. On the flipside, I was expecting that all of the Were men would want to touch me in some way. I was gracious and accommodating to everyone, but I did swat away a few male's hands that were too close to my ass.
The only hand that actually gripped my behind belonged to a six foot four inch chocolate Adonis with the chiseled body of a, well, of a werewolf. He still had a handful of my booty as he introduced himself. "Hello Madam Alpha," he said with a voice that was so smooth until it gave me a chill, I'm Alpha Lupin Wallace of the Hoosier Pack."
I looked at him and smirked. My friend Lacy Palmer, whom I met during the You Can't Deny Your Wolf phase of my life, had told me that he was in town to see the popular werewolf artist's work. She warned me that he was a player who'd been with almost all of the most eligible female werewolves across the country, and even some mated ones. She said he'd definitely try to get into my panties if he got a chance to talk to me.
When I asked her if she'd given him any pussy, she laughed and said, "It was more like I got me some of his dick. Remember, I'm always the dominant one."
Lupin was still cupping my butt-cheek and I was about to tell him to move his hand or I'd have my bodyguard bite it off when he pulled me to him. I tried to push him away at first, but when his scent registered with something inside of me, it made him irresistible and I gave in and embraced him.
He had that new car smell that everyone likes, but I found it intoxicating. I'd liked men's scent before, but never anything like this. This time I felt like I wanted to inhale the man himself into my body. In fact, his scent was so pleasing to me until it made my core tighten and my juices soaked the gusset of my very expensive panties.
While I was trying to figure out what was happening to me, my wolf woke up from her nap. After sniffing the air a couple of times she stood up with her tail wagging and drooling. "Where is that new car smell coming from?" she asked. "That's my mate."
"Sweetie," which is my wolf's name, "What the hell are you talking about?" I asked her.
Lupin's wolf had also smelled my scent, and it caused him to try to come forward. I knew that it was happening because I saw a glowing golden ring around Lupin's pupils.
Suddenly I knew what it all meant and I immediately broke free from him.
"Oh no you don't," my wolf screamed at me. "He's our mate.
"I don't care!" I said out loud. "And you'd better calm your ass down. And he'd better not mark me." I was beginning to cause a scene.
Lupin got control of his wolf and his eyes returned to normal. He then realized that everyone was looking at us, and all of the male were in the room were sniffing the air. "Come on," he said, then he gripped my upper arm firmly and pulled me into an empty room before the other male werewolves realized it was my pussy they were smelling.
As soon as we were out of everyone's sight, I wrenched my arm free of his grip and screamed at him, "Who do you think you are to grab me like that? I'm the Madam Alpha." I was livid.