The alarm clock started beeping beside me. I reached over and turned it off. I rolled over on to my back and stared at the ceiling. Today is the day; my eighteenth birthday. For any other teenage girl in my town that would be exciting, but for me it is horrible.
The year is 3023, and from what I understand Earth is much different than it was a thousand years ago. Humans, who ruled this world, are scarcely seen anymore and when they are, they are slaves to the shifters. A shifter is almost a cross breed between a human and an animal. They live most of their life as humans, but they have the control to shift in to their alter ego. Not everyone is the same animal; there are wolves, bears, tigers, lions and pretty much any other carnivorous animal you can think of. They are bigger than normal humans, faster, stronger and smarter. They all live in packs together with their own kind.
The town I live in is a werewolf pack. My mother and father stumbled upon it when my mother was pregnant with me. They got very lucky; they were allowed to live, partly because my mother was pregnant and wolves are very protective of babies, even human ones, and partly because my father was trained as a doctor at the village they escaped from.
They had been working for a pack of werebears, a species that does not put nearly as much importance on their young. They were going to have my parents killed for reproducing. My parents were able to escape before that happened.
Part of the deal for them to be able to stay here was that on the day of their child’s eighteenth birthday, they were to be sent to work for someone in the town. Today is the day; the day that I am being sold to a werewolf family.
“Abigail! It’s time to come down for breakfast.” My mother’s voice rang up the stairs. I sighed loudly and threw the blankets off and stood up. It was the middle of summer, and my room was nice and warm. I looked out the window and saw the sun shining brightly. Walking to my closet, I tried to decide what I should wear. What does one wear when they are being forced in to slavery?
I decided on jeans and a black t-shirt. I'm sure they will have specific clothes for me to wear anyway. I looked in the mirror one last time before heading down for breakfast. I took a minute to actually look at myself. I'm short, shorter than my mother but I have her eyes, deep set and almost black they are so dark. My hair too is dark and falls long and straight down my back. I inherited my mother’s figure, curvy in all the right places with a small waist. The only part of my father I see in myself is my smile, they are basically identical.
I pry myself from the mirror and head downstairs. My mother has the table all set up; eggs, bacon, toast and hash browns are ready to be scooped and eaten. There is a large bag with a big blue bow stuck to it that can only be a present for me.
My mother notices I am in the kitchen and comes to give me a hug.
“Happy birthday baby girl.” She says as she kisses the top of my head.
“Thanks mom.” I reply unenthusiastically. She knows what today means just as much as I do.
“Where’s dad?” I ask.
“He had to do an early morning house call. The March family is expecting their baby today.”
I didn’t bother answering; I just sat down and started to eat. I didn’t feel much like talking this morning. I was scooping some eggs on to my plate when the front door opened and my father came in. He looked at me and came over and hugged me just like my mother had. He didn’t say happy birthday, because he knew it wasn’t a happy one.
The three of us sat around the table and ate our breakfast quietly. When we were done, my mother cleared away the plates and placed the gift bag in front of me. I ripped out the tissue paper and looked inside. It was a framed family portrait.
I couldn’t say anything. It was so beautiful.
“I got it made for you by the lady in the mall. I know you will have your own room so I thought it would be nice for you to have.” My mother said quietly.
I examined the painting. It was very well done; the person who did it clearly has some serious talent. “I love it, thank you so much.” I looked between my parents and suddenly wanted to cry. I was going to miss them so much. I could still see them of course, on my day off but it was going to be so weird to not see them every day.I stood up and gave them both another hug.
I wiped my eyes and started to help my mother with the dishes from breakfast. A short while later there was a knock on the door and my heart dropped in to my stomach; I hadn’t been scared up until right now. I didn’t know which family I was being sold to; what if they were horrible?
My father opened the door and a man in a pair of jeans and a button up shirt was standing in the doorway. He was wearing a ball cap and a pair of cowboy boots.
“Hello. I am here to pick up Abigail Turner. I’m from the Wesley ranch, my name is Curt.” He had a deep calming voice and I immediately felt better.
Then I realized what he said. He was from the Wesley ranch. The Wesleys were the wealthiest family in the town. They owned about 2000 acres of land and ran a hugely successful ranch. The father farmed the land and raised beef cattle. The mother was in to horses and went to shows all over the world. They even had their own annual show she ran for the locals and the towns around ours were all invited.
They were very rich, and it made perfect sense for them to want a human to come and work for them. It was free labour; all they had to do was give me my own room to sleep in. My parents and I have driven by the place before and they were definitely not going to miss one room. Their house is huge.
Curt chatted with my parents for a while and then I grabbed my bag, gave them one last hug and climbed in to the waiting truck outside.
Curt didn’t talk much on the way there and I didn’t mind one bit; I didn’t feel like talking anyway. I looked out my window, watching the small houses of the town turn in to the never-ending fields that lie in the outskirts. It wasn’t long until we reached the long driveway of the house. It was huge, just like I remembered it to be, but even bigger. I had never seen it up close, only from the road. It was two stories, tan coloured siding wrapping around it. There was a beautiful closed in deck all around the one side, and they must have a sunroom because one whole corner of the house is all glass. It’s spectacular, it really is.
I wait for Curt to get out of the truck before I move. He walks around the back and grabs my bag before he opens my door.
“I’ll show you your room, and then we can find Mrs. Wesley.” He says and starts to walk toward the house.
I unbuckle my seatbelt and hop out of the truck, closing the door behind me. I follow Curt, but don’t pay much attention to where I am going. I can’t help but ogle at the beautiful house and what surround it. There is a huge red barn not far from the house; it looks to be brand new and very well kept. It is like the barn from all the books; red with white stripes across the doors. I can only imagine the beautiful animals that are kept in there.
We make our way around the side of the house and I no longer have to imagine what the animals look like. In behind the barn in a field with four gorgeous horses grazing away at the grass. The one closest to me looks up and meets my eyes. It is a dark brown with a stark white stripe going down its nose. The mane and tail are black as can be and all four legs look like it is wearing white socks. It is very tall, and its body is lean and muscular and shining in the sun. It is the most beautiful thing I have ever seen.
I realize that I have stopped walking to stare at the horses and I look around to find Curt. He is standing in front of another building behind the house. It has all the same exterior colours as the main house but it is much smaller. It looks like apartments to me; there are two identical doors that have small wooden decks in front of them. The one on the left has a small garden planted and decorations around the outside. I can see the white curtains in the windows and there is a pair of dirty boots on the deck. The one on the right has nothing, the deck is clean, there are no flowers and the windows are bare. Curt is standing at the bottom of the steps to the second door, waiting for me to catch up.
“Sorry,” I say, “they are just so pretty.”
“It’s alright. Mrs. Wesley keeps some pretty nice horses.” I walk passed Curt and step through the door. “This will be your suite. There should be everything you need, bedroom is to the right and the bathroom is attached to that. Kitchen is stocked with food, you’ll have to let Maria know if there is anything specific you like or don’t like.”
“Maria?” I ask.
“She is the maid, she does the cleaning and the cooking and all the grocery shopping for the Wesleys. She’s my wife. She and I live right beside you. You can decorate the place as you like, it’s yours now.”
I am flabbergasted. I definitely did not expect to be getting my own apartment and a stocked kitchen and so much freedom. I guess I was expecting chains and whips and slavery. Looking around at the house and the property, it’s clear to see that that is not the type of people the Wesleys are. Everything feels clean and proper.
“This is not what I expected at all.” I say out loud mainly to myself.
“Working for the Wesleys is a pretty good deal. They will treat you right, even if you aren’t one of them.” Curt says smiling.
That was when I realized that Curt wasn’t a shifter, he was human. I should have noticed right away, but I just assumed he was one of them. He isn’t very tall, probably an inch or two taller than my father, and his arms are toned but not nearly as muscular as any of the shifters I have ever seen. I start to wonder about how he got here and what his story is. Before I can ask anything, he steps back out on to the deck and says we should find Mrs. Wesley.
“I still don’t know what my job will be.” I say to Curt on the way to the main house.
“That’s why we have to go and see Mrs. Wesley; she will assign you your job and give you your schedule. She decides all of that.” He answered.
“What do you do here Curt?” I inquire.
“I am the ranch hand. I do all of the maintenance on the equipment, feed and water the animals, do all of the grounds care, clean out the stalls; stuff like that.”
“That’s a lot of work for one person to be doing.” I say as we climb the steps to the front door of the house.
“I’m tired at night, that’s for sure.” Curt takes off his boots and steps inside the door. I follow suit and remove my shoes before I enter. The inside of the house is just as spectacular as the outside. The walls are all done in deep warm shades of browns and reds and everything is so clean. Maria really does a good job.
Over to the left is the kitchen. The cupboards are all handcrafted wood, the appliances are all stainless steel and the counter top is the most gorgeous granite I have ever seen. There is a woman standing at the stove stirring a pot. I can only assume this is
Maria and when Curt goes over and gives her a kiss, I am convinced.
He introduces her to me and I like her instantly. She has a quiet demeanor and a vibe that makes you feel welcome and safe. She has shirt blonde hair and soft blue eyes. Her face is dusted with freckles and she is wearing a small pair of sparkly diamond studs in her ears. I can just tell that she is so in love with Curt by the way their body language is; always turned towards each other, looking directly in to each other’s eyes. It’s beautiful.
We say goodbye to Maria and head down a long hallway. We reach a door close to the end on the right and Curt knocks lightly. A voice sounds out a greeting and we walk in. The room is huge, three walls are bookcases and they are filled with books. There is a sitting area around a fireplace and a giant desk in the centre of the room. Behind the desk is a small red head woman. She looks up and smiles when she sees me.
“Ah, this must be Abigail. It is so nice to meet you my dear.” She gets up from the desk and walks around to hug me.
I am a little caught off guard; I wasn’t expecting her to be a hugger.
“Come, sit down and we will go over what your job assignment is.”
She sits back down at her desk and I take one of the chairs across from it. Curt stands near the door. She hands me a binder.
“This is your schedule. You will be taking over some of the job responsibilities that Curt has. He is too over worked and it’s not healthy. You will be responsible for mucking out the stalls, feeding the animals and assisting Curt with anything else he may need help with. You will be his assistant. There is everything you need in that book, a list of the rules we have in place, a schedule of your days off, explanations for everything you will need to do and many other helpful things. I suggest you read through it this evening before bed, and if you still have questions I'm sure Curt will be more than happy to answer them for you. The dresser and the closet is full of clothes for you, we asked your parents what sizes we needed. Maria does the laundry once a week. We have meals in the main house on Sunday nights and you are expected to attend. We are very happy you are here with us.” She smiled at me warmly and then went back to the paper work on her desk.
I took that as my cue to leave and stood up. Curt held the door for me and we headed back through the house and out the front door.
“What do I do now?” I ask him once we are outside.
“Take the day to rest. Read the manual, explore the grounds. Tomorrow we start work.” He started walking towards the barn and gave me a wave. I stood in front of the house for a while and then walked slowly back to my apartment.
I opened up the door and stepped in to my new home. I noticed off to the right there was a lineup of several pairs of boots. A tall pair and a few short pairs, all cowboy boots, and then there was a pair of rubber boots. I wander through the apartment; the kitchen is small but nice. The cupboards are all white and the appliances match. I open the fridge and see that it truly is stocked, along with all of the cupboards. I make my way in to the living room. There is a brown microfiber sofa and a large flat screen TV. There is a pamphlet with the internet password and a list of all the TV channels and three remotes.
I continue my exploration and walk in to the bedroom. There is a tall double bed with brown bedding on it that looks to be a duvet. There are two doors in the room, both closed. I open the first one and it is the closet. She wasn’t lying when she said it was full. There were more clothes in there than I had at home. I closed the door and opened the second one. It was a small bathroom, all done in blue. I was happy to see that there was a bathtub. I was already planning a long bath on my next day off.
I turned the light off in the bathroom and walked back out in to the bedroom. I sat down on the bed; it was very comfortable. I lay down and rested my head on the pillow. Lifting up the book Mrs. Wesley had given me, I started to read.
The schedule was pretty straightforward. I started working at 8am every day; that’s when the first feeding is. It looked like my job was mainly to work around the horses. Curt would take care of the cattle.
At 8 they got their first feeding, and then they were all turned out in to the paddocks. All of the stalls then needed to be mucked, which was going to be pretty gross. Lunch was at noon and then I would spend the afternoon helping Curt with whatever he needed me to do. Supper was at 5, and right after the horses needed to be brought back in to the barn and fed again. Then I had the rest of the evening to do as I pleased. My day off was Wednesday.
The book said that Mrs. Wesley worked with the horses on Monday and Friday afternoons and all day Wednesday. Makes sense why my day off is Wednesday I guess. It also says that she goes to shows on most weekends. I hope I might be able to go to one.
The book had everything I needed to know, except nowhere did it say anything about Mr. Wesley. I knew he was around though, because I have heard people talk about him. The cattle are his baby, that’s the real money maker at Wesley Ranch. Maybe I would meet him at Sunday night dinner.
The next day was Friday and I was actually kind of excited about starting work. I went to bed early, and set an alarm for an hour before I had to be at the barn so I could get some breakfast. I found some cheerios in the cupboard and some milk in the fridge. The shower in the bathroom worked great, the shower head had so many different settings.
I found some clothes in the closet and dresser. They even bought socks and underwear for me. I chose a pair of jeans, a plain black long sleeve shirt and a grey sweater to go over top. I put on a pair of the bots that were sitting at the front door and headed to the barn.
On my way out I noticed that the lights were all off at Curt and Maria’s place. They must already be gone. I reached the barn and there I found Curt. HE was waiting for me so he could show me what to do. I was introduced to all of the horses and learned how to feed them all. We then put them all out in the paddocks they belonged in. Curt showed me how to muck the stalls. It wasn’t nearly as bad as I thought. He left then and I continued to work.
After lunch, Curt gave me a tour of the ranch. We walked for a long time along a dirt road. He showed me all of the cattle and all of the fields they switched between; and he showed me what he did with them.
On our way back to the house I heard hoof prints coming up behind us. I looked back and saw someone riding on a beautiful white horse. He got closer to us and I could see him clearer. He was gorgeous. He had messy brown hair, bright blue eyes and a light dusting of freckles across his face. His shoulders were wide, and he looked like he was very tall. He was wearing dark jeans, a pair of cowboy boots and a plaid button up shirt. To top it off, he was wearing a cowboy hat similar to Curt’s.
He slowed down when he passed us and tipped his hat at Curt but did t stop to talk. I watched him ride away in the direction of the house.
“Who is that?” I asked Curt.
“That’s Austin Wesley.” Curt replied.
“Mrs. Wesley’s son?” I wondered out loud.
“Yes ma’am.” Curt answered my query.
My thoughts circled around Austin as we finished our walk back to the house. It was nearly supper time so Curt instructed me to go and wash up and get something to eat. I made myself a grilled cheese sandwich and some tomato soup. When I was finished, I put my boots back on and headed to the barn to start bringing the horses in.
I walked in to the tack room and was startled when there was another person already in there. It was Austin. He was hanging up some tack and didn’t notice me come in. I cleared my throat and said,
“Hi.”
Austin turned around and our eyes met, I froze. A shock ran through my body, leaving my skin tingling. My heart started to race and my breathing got heavier. I couldn’t look away from Austin and he couldn’t seem to look away from me. I watched as his eyes ran all the way down my body and back up again; somewhere deep in my stomach clenched.
Without saying a word, Austin started to get closer to me. I couldn’t move; I couldn’t do anything but watch him. It’s like we were both stuck in some kind of trance. He stopped walking when he was directly in front of me. He lifted his hand and softly ran it down the side of my face. When his skin met mine it was like the shock that first ran through me but even more intensified; it ran through my whole body and settled in my stomach.
Austin lifted his other hand and placed it on my other cheek. He pulled me in slowly and placed his lips against mine. His lips were soft and warm and the kiss was slow and sweet. I had no idea what had come over me, this wasn’t something I would ever do normally.
Austin picked up the pace of the kiss; it got a little harder and a little faster. I was desperate to taste him so I licked at his lips. He immediately parted his lips and our tongues intertwined. He tasted amazing. He moved his hands from my face to my hips, and started to push me back wards until we were up against the desk that was sitting in the tack room. He grabbed me by my thighs and placed me in a sitting position on the desk. He spread my legs and settled himself between them.
His hands started to wander, playing at the hem of my shirt until he slipped one hand under and up my belly. He found the edge of my bra and slipped his hand under that too. He took my whole breast in his hand and squeezed a little. Then he focused just on the nipple. Pinching and rolling it around. I moaned in to his mouth’ I had never felt anything like this before. I lifted my hands from the desk and started to touch him. As soon as my hands met the skin on his stomach, he moaned and pushed himself closer to me. I ran both of my hands up his shirt and felt the hard ridges of what must be a fabulous six pack.
I wanted to see it. I started to unbutton his shirt. He broke the kiss and watched me. I did it slowly, teasing him. Finally it was undone and I pushed it over his shoulders and down his arms. I was right about his six pack, it is fabulous. Hard muscles rippled beneath his skin as he moves.
Austin pulled my shirt over my head and then pushed me back so that I was lying on the desk. He went to the button of my jeans and started to undo them. He pulled them and my panties down my legs and threw them on the floor with my boots. I felt very naked and very vulnerable but I couldn’t stop.
He came closer again and spread my legs apart, he took one hand and started to massage. He pushed two of his fingers inside me, and massaged with his thumb. The clenching in my stomach got even worse. It wasn’t long until the buildup started. He kept massaging and I went higher and higher until I was pushed over the peak; I orgasmed hard, my body shaking on the desk. Austin moved so fast I barely saw him, his jeans were undone and he over top of me before the waves of pleasure had ended.
He grabbed my hips and pulled me closer to the edge of the desk and then he pushed himself inside of me. It was like he couldn’t wait another second to be in me. He pushed all the way in until I was completely full. He wasn’t starting off slow and sweet like he had with the kiss, he started pounding himself in to me. I didn’t mind one bit. Every time he pulled out and slammed back in I gasped and moaned. We were both breathing hard and beads of sweat were starting to form on our bodies.
I lifted myself off of the table and wrapped my arms around his neck, locking my lips with his. He reached around behind me and grabbed my ass. He continued to slam in to me; I could feel his abdomen tightening up against mine. He orgasmed hard, pumping himself in to me. The sounds he made pushed me over the top and I climaxed again; tightening around his erection inside of me. He started to slow down, until there was no movement at all. We sat like that, in each other’s arms for a while as our breathing slowed and out heart beats went back to normal.
He pulled away from me and looked down in to my eyes. He smiled sheepishly and said, “Hi.” We both laughed.
“What just happened?” I asked when the laugher had subsided.
“I marked you.” He said, looking a little guilty.
“Okay,” I was a little worried, “and what does that mean?”
Austin and I spent the next couple of hours bringing the horses in and feeding them together. While he worked he explained to me what marking was.
Werewolves have a different way of finding a mate, when they see them they know right away that they belong together. When this happens to a male, they get over run by the basic need to mark their new mate. The pair end up in a trance like state and she is marked when he enters her. I was definitely marked.
Austin explained that werewolves normally only have one mate in their lives, and that it has been unheard of for one to be with a human. Normally I think I would be freaked out about all of this, but I feel very safe around Austin, like I've known him forever. There is a deep trust between us that I can’t seem to explain. It must be the werewolf stuff.
When the chores are all done, Austin walks me back to my apartment and comes in to give me a goodnight kiss.
“No one can know about this yet Abigail.” He says to me as his lips linger very close to mine. I get chills when he says my name, I can’t really pay attention to what he is saying. He backs up a little and looks me in the eye. “Did you hear me? No one can know right now okay? We have to be sneaky if we want to be with each other. I’ll find the right time to tell my father, just not yet. It could be dangerous if anyone finds out; I don’t know how they will take it. Like I said, this has never happened before.”
I could tell he was worried. “It’s okay Austin; I’m not going to be telling anyone. We’ll meet up when no one is around. It’ll be okay.” I tried to sooth him the best I could.
Austin leaned back in and gave me one last long kiss before he left. I went to sleep that night with a smile on my face. Maybe being sold to the cowboy werewolves wasn’t such a bad thing.
For the next couple of weeks Austin and I snuck around, meeting up to talk in the tack room, or he would visit my apartment when it was dark and everyone was asleep. On my days off I would go home and see my parents and wish I was with Austin the whole time I was away. I finally met Mr. Wesley; he was a tall man with the same eyes and hair as Austin. He was very quiet and wasn’t quite as friendly as Mrs. Wesley. Austin told me that his father didn’t approve of the humans, his mother was the reason they were here. He liked Curt and Maria, but they had been here for years and earned his trust.
One day Austin was asked by his father to join him on a trip to look at some new cattle. Austin went along and was gone for two nights. That was the longest we had been without seeing each other and it was hard.
I was watching TV in my living room when there was a knock at the door. I got up and opened the door. Before it had even been completely opened, Austin barged in and swept me in to his arms. He wrapped my legs around his waist and carried me by the ass in to the bedroom. He dropped me down on the bed and started to strip off my clothes. When I was completely naked, he striped his own clothes too.
He crawled on to the bed and spread my legs apart. He settled his shoulders between my legs and looked up at me. His tongue shot out and I moaned loudly. He flicked his tongue up and down, made tiny circles and brought me in to his mouth and sucked. His right hand reached up and grabbed hold of my breast and started to tease my nipple. The pleasure was intense. I grabbed a handful of his hair as I climaxed. He wasted no time; he lifted me up and flipped me on to my stomach. He grabbed my hips and pushed himself in to me.
He filled me right to the brim, and I couldn’t get enough. He started off slow and gradually picked up the speed as he pumped himself in to me. Every time he filled me up he hit just the right spot and it made me gasp and moan. The friction had just begun to build up when he pulled out and pulled me on to him. I started to move, riding him like he was one of the horses in the barn. He closed his eyes and his breathing picked up. I moved even faster, slamming myself down on to him. He grabbed me by the hips and started to pump in the same rhythm I was. The friction started to build again and it was building fast. I clenched on to him inside of me as I orgasmed hard. I continued pumping as I rode out the waves of pleasure. I hardly noticed that he was climaxing as well, moaning loudly.
When we had both finished, I laid on his chest for a while. Catching my breath and listening to his heartbeat. I fell asleep that way. When I woke up, he was already gone. I was expecting that, because if he was caught leaving my apartment, people would get suspicious.
That day was a normal work day; feed the horses, turn them out, muck the stalls. After lunch I helped Curt with a load of hay, he would throw it off of the trailer and I would work with Austin to carry it in to the hay mound. It was hard work and I was tired by the time it was dinner time. It was Sunday, so we ate dinner in the main house with Mr. and Mrs. Wesley. Curt, Maria, Mr. Wesley, Austin, Mrs. Wesley and I all sat around the table and ate a delicious roast beef Maria had made. There were mashed potatoes and carrots and the best gravy I had ever had; other than my mother’s of course. We all chatted and enjoyed the meal together. For dessert, there was a huge apple crisp with whipped cream. This was the first time I noticed how much werewolves ate. Austin and Mr. Wesley and even Mrs. Wesley ate almost twice as much as the rest of us, and I was stuffed. Sunday night dinners were my favourite.
After supper, I went back out to the barn and brought all the horses in. I fed them again and brushed a couple of them down. It was quite late by the time I was turning the lights off and closing up the door.
When I turned around after putting the lock on the door I yelped when I found Austin was standing right behind me.
“Holy crap, you scared me.” I said as I put my hand on my chest.
“Sorry, didn’t mean to.” He laughed a little.
“What are you doing out here anyway?”
“I want to show you something.” He smiled.
“And what would that be?” I asked as I laughed at his cute expression.
“I want to show you my bedroom. We have been in your apartment lots of times but you have never even seen where I sleep. I want to take you there.” He was so sweet.
I thought it was probably a bad idea to be together in the main house with his parents so close, but he wasn’t worried so I wasn’t worried. I agreed to go with him.
He grabbed me by the hand and led the way. We went through the front of the house and down the hallway with the office in it. Austin stopped at one of the doors on the right before we reached where the office was. He opened the door and pulled me in to his room.
It was huge, probably the size of my whole living room. The walls were a soft blue colour and all of the accents were in brow. There was a little door to the right that he told me was a bathroom, and there was a giant closet to the right. The best thing about the whole room though, was the king sized bed sitting against the far wall. The one in my apartment was a double and it suited me just fine, but I had always loved the look of the kings. I walked over to it and sat down. It was so comfortable. I lay back against the pillows and just relaxed for a minute.
Austin came over and lay down beside me. He turned on the TV and picked an interesting movie for us to watch. Within the first fifteen minutes of the movie I was fast asleep.
I woke up at about four in the morning and freaked out. I had been sleeping there all night. Austin was asleep beside me, and I was covered in a blanket. I slowly got out of the bed and searched my way around the room towards the door. I stepped in to the lit hallway; directly in to the path of Mr. Wesley.
Mr. Wesley said nothing to me; he barged in to Austin’s room and started to yell. All of a sudden I was in the middle of something I wanted to get away from. Austin and his father were yelling back and forth to each other, most of it I couldn’t even make out. Mrs. Wesley ran out of her bedroom and was trying to calm her men down and she was getting nowhere. I could hear Austin yelling about how he loved me and he had marked me and this made his father even angrier.
He yelled over and over that I had to leave and I was never coming back. That didn’t go over well with Austin. The fight started to move its way down the hallway and in to the kitchen. Eventually the two men ended up outside. Austin looked angrier than I had ever seen him, and Mr. Wesley was downright scary. Austin got in to his father’s space and all of a sudden it wasn’t a fight between two men anymore. It was a fight between to wolves.
This was the first time I had seen Austin in his wolf form. He was beautiful. His fur was the same colour as his hair, and he kept his beautiful blue eyes. He was big and strong and very dominant. His father too was a gorgeous wolf, not as beautiful to me as Austin, but still very majestic. The same colour as his son; his eyes were dark and he was smaller than Austin.
The fight was so intense. I was standing on the deck with Mrs. Wesley, cowering in fear. The beasts were beautiful but I definitely didn’t want to go near them. Mr. Wesley’s wolf jumped at Austin and I screamed, scared for him. Austin held his own and in my opinion he won the fight, but the fight was always going to be won by Mr. Wesley.
By this point Curt and Maria were up and outside seeing what was going on. “I think it’s time for you to go dear.” Mrs. Wesley whispered to me. I looked at her face and she looked like she was sorry I had to leave. She could tell that her son was in love with me. She motioned to Curt, “Can you take her back to her family please?”
“Yes ma’am.” Curt said and went to fetch the truck.
I packed up any of the things I brought with me and I climbed in the truck and left with Curt. I watched the house in the rear view mirror and felt like my heart was being crushed. I got home and said nothing to my parents. Curt told them what had happened while I sat in my room and cried.
For the next couple of weeks I worked with my parents and drug myself through every day, just hoping that it would come to an end and I could go back to sleep. Even physically I wasn’t feeling good, I felt sick to my stomach and sore. I heard nothing from Austin and that made everything worse.
One day I felt particularly horrible and I just stayed in bed all day. It was a rainy day and I lay staring out my window watching the rain drops run down the glass. I turned my attention towards the driveway when I saw a truck pull up. I hadn’t seen it before; it looked like it may have been one parked at the Wesley Ranch. The driver’s door opened and Austin stepped out.
I was out of that bed faster than I ever had been before. I ran as fast as I could down the stairs and threw myself out the door and in to his arms.
“I missed you so much.” I started to cry.
All Austin did was hold me and whisper, “it’s okay.”
When we finally pulled apart, the look on Austin’s face was one I had never seen before. His nose was flared, as if he was breathing deeply. He pushed me in the door and closed it behind him.
“Where are your parents?” He asked hurriedly.
“They are at a house call.” I said.
“What’s the matter Austin?” He was pacing around the kitchen and I knew something was up.
“Let’s go to your room.” He said.
I lead him up the stairs and in to my bedroom. He went and sat on the bed and I followed him. “You’re pregnant Abigail.”
My throat fell in to my stomach. “What? How do you know? Are you serious? Holy crap.”
“A werewolf can always tell when his mate is pregnant, it’s a different smell. Yes I’m sure, you reek of me.” He started to chew his nail.
We sat quietly for a little while, thinking. I wasn’t as scared as I thought I should be. Having Austin’s baby would be wonderful and I was actually very excited about it. But I didn’t know what would happen with his father. And then it hit me.
“This is great!”
Austin looked at me like I was crazy.
“How is this great?”
“Don’t you see,” I said, “we will be able to be together now. The only reason I am here in the first place is because my mother was pregnant with me when they stumbled upon the town. They were allowed to stay here because of her pregnancy and the baby. Aren’t babies a big deal to werewolves; even human ones?” I was excited now; I stood up and paced around the room.
Austin stood up too, “You’re right. I can’t believe I forgot about that. A baby is sacred to werewolves. And this one will be even more important to my father. He will have to let us be together. Come on, let’s go.”
Austin started to pull me towards the door but I stopped him. “Wait, first I want to celebrate.” He looked at me funny, until I started to strip off the clothes I was wearing. Automatically his eyelids lowered and he moved closer to me. Our lips locked and he pulled me against his body. I could feel the hardness of his erection through his pants on the thigh. I reached down and unbuttoned his jeans and stuck my hand in to his boxers. I grabbed hold of his length and started to stroke; up and down. He broke the kiss and his head fell backwards on his shoulders.
I got on to my knees and pulled his pants and boxers all the way down to the floor. Still stroking him with my hand, I took him in to my mouth. His taste was fantastic, the same taste as his lips but so much stronger. I took him all the way to the back of my mouth and then out again, stroking with my hand as well. My tongue flicked and swirled and he moaned loudly.
Just before he was about to cum, I stopped and moved to the bed. I lay there naked with my legs spread. Austin looked at me like he was hunting me. He stalked over and climbed on top. He guided his erection to the right spot and pushed himself inside of me. I gasped as he pushed all the way in. The temp was slow at first; I dug my nails in to his back and he picked up the pace. Soon he was slamming in to me. My moans got louder and louder each time. I was scared someone would hear so I dug my teeth in to Austin’s shoulder. He seemed to like that so he pounded even harder. By the time I reached my orgasm I could barely breathe and I was covered in sweat. Austin climaxed at the same time and me and then we lay there, drenched in sweat and happy as can be.
“I am so excited for this baby.” I said as I stared at the ceiling.
He lifted up on to his one elbow and put his hand on my belly. “I can’t wait.” He smiled and leaned down to kiss me.
We got up and took a shower together; we were out right before my parents arrived home. We sat down in the kitchen with them and told them the news. They were shocked and scared at first, but we explained to them that babies were precious to werewolves and we were going to tell Austin’s family and they should be okay.
Talking about telling them and actually telling them were two different things. We pulled up to the Wesley’s house and my heart was racing and I was shaking.
“It’s okay.” Austin was saying.
We got out of the truck and went to the house. We went in and saw that Maria was in the kitchen, preparing supper. I realized then that it was Sunday night. Maria told us that Mrs. Wesley was in the study.
We walked down the hall and with every step I got paler and paler. When we finally reached the door and walked in, I felt like I was about to pass out. Mrs. Wesley looked up and jumped out of her chair.
“Oh Austin, you shouldn’t have brought her here. Your father will be so upset.” She seemed worried.
“I had to mom; I have to tell you both something. I want to tell you first though because I will need help with dad.” Mrs. Wesley sat back down and so did we.
“Okay, well what is it?” She seemed very anxious.
“Abigail is pregnant. We are going to have a baby.”
I was expecting Mrs. Wesley to be angry or quiet or do anything other than what she did. She hopped out of her chair and gave us both a big hug. “Oh my goodness; I am so excited! I can’t believe I’m going to be a grandma! This is such great news, congratulations kids.” She smiled wide and gave us each another hug.
“Now we have to tell dad.” Austin said with a little worry in his voice.
“Oh don’t you worry about that. I’ll take care of him.” She smiled slyly.
Austin and I went and sat in the barn and talked while his mother said she would take care of Mr. Wesley. About an hour later, she came out and called for us. We left the barn and met her and Mr. Wesley out on the front porch.
We walked up the stairs and stood in front of them. I couldn’t tell what Mr. Wesley was feeling, his face didn’t show anything. We stood there silent for a moment and then Mr. Wesley took Austin in to a huge hug. He let him go and hugged me as well, whispering
“I’m sorry.” Mrs. Wesley was crying, and I was tearing up too.
We all headed in the house for Sunday night supper. I just can’t believe that being sold to the cowboy werewolf made my life so amazing.
~THE END~