Forbidden Alpha (A Wolf Shifter Romance Novel)

by Clarissa Black

  A sweat droplet falls from her chin to the floor, building a charged field that started from her navel. Her body reacts by opening the cervix a couple of millimeter, like a blossoming of a flower, as to allow the sperm to completely fill her up.

  “Three... two... one...” She gasped as she could not contain the building energy.

  In this one instant as her cervix expands millimeters to its full open potential, this instant when she was in the last wave of orgasm, and when she was most vulnerable with her organ receiving all of his fullness, that Alfredo tightened his grip and drove the entirety of his fat cock deep within her hole. His hot sticky semen shot deep into the opening of her cervix, squirting all his warm juice deep within her.

  Chapter 4: The Three Alphas

  She was shaking when Alfredo dropped her to the ground. Her feet buckled and her knees splayed to the hard wood floor of the classroom. Her pussy was swollen with Alfredo’s sperm oozing out of her vagina.

  Alfredo hovered behind her and gently nudged her back with his knee, tipping her chest towards the floor. He relished looking at her succulent vagina displayed towards him as she lay face to the floor. She felt drained, as if every source of energy was sapped by the waves of orgasm that had engulfed her being. She felt like a used whore. She loved it.

  She laid there wondering what would be next. Would he take her again? He had undoubtedly heard about her rising the ranks of the alpha pack. He would not tolerate not having sexed her when those lesser than him have claimed her.

  “get-up,” Alfredo commanded. “I’m not done with you yet.”

  He grabbed her by the waist, lifted her, and rotated her towards him. Their eyes locked. She watched as Alfredo shifted back to his human form as his werewolf golden eyes slowly turned to cool jet blue crystal. She wanted to look down to his member, but his eyes captivated hers with their bright blue intensity.

  “You are to cease all this research permanently,” he firmly said.

  “What do you mean?” she asked standing up as she pulled up her skirt.

  “You are to cease everything and will stop all meetings with werewolves,” rigidly said Alfredo.

  “.. I don’t understand.” She didn’t understand it. It was due to her interaction with the werewolves that allowed her to decipher that dynamics of the wolf-pack. She continued furthering the knowledge that the professor had started by spending time with them. It was also the means the she had discovered something stirring deep within her, something feral that wanted to come out.

  “The ways of wolves must be kept secret. You had played us it seems like and our order will not let our plans be known,” he said with deep intonations marking his voice.

  She knew her research would expose their conquest to rule over mankind. But had they uncovered the knowledge that would allow her to morph? She was almost there. Through her research, and as suggested by the professor, all she needed was the semen of the alpha wolves – four samples.

  She had already collected all three from them. It laid inside of her, in her cervix, and became part of her. The combined semen had seeped into her flesh, turning her to something feral. She felt like a tiger.

  “You will desist with all works that pertains to my kind. Well we will make sure of it.” Alfredo said menacingly.

  They were all so willing to ravage her. They wanted to dominate her. Little did they know that Samantha had other plans. What seemed like an eager girl turned out to be a cunning tigress.

  “Yes, retribution should always be swift,” said a commanding voice in the lecture room. It was Remus, the enforcer. He enforced the will of the alpha structure. She had taken him first. The only known alpha to humans, the front man. He hulked over entering the classroom from the attached back office laboratory.

  “Cease and desist,” said a sharper voice by the hallway. It was the voice of Balthus, the billionaire alpha male whose biochemical company had skyrocketed to the top markets in recent months. “Failure to comply will result in a silent end,” he added with his flowery expression.

  There were three of them in the room. The three most powerful alphas in the entire known world. However, she knew the alpha clan consisted of four – she just couldn’t figure out how to find the last alpha. Of course, she had slept with all of them. Parlaying her sexuality for information and a chance to glimpse their world. They were all dangerous men. She loved them all. But why would they be threatening her? Unless they had known that about her quest to become an alpha herself?

  “Then what would you do with me?” she asked.

  Chapter 5: The Laboratory

  “The twisted game that we play haunts us at the end of the day“

  Was the prelude to the professor’s book on wolf-dynamics. It was through his study that suggested the cross between werewolves and humans could be a possibility. This of course enraged the leaders of men. The idea that men could cross-over to the were-wolf camp was not to be tolerated. It was considered a taboo book and banned. Copies of the book only existed in the university and held by select hands. Samantha loved this book with all her heart, memorized every word, and enshrined it in the center of the office that she inherited from the professor. To his honor she added a world-class laboratory after his disappearance.

  “For the wolf-dynamics resembles the world of men” the professor said to Samantha one afternoon in the campus of Leeds.

  “And so are wolves just like men then? Men without honor? Just savage beasts that needed domination as part of their carnal desire?” she asked the professor. She admired everything about him, yet he would always shut down her advances.

  “No. The main difference of course is molecular. Tyrosine flowed in their blood and it does not in ours,” the professor said.

  “This tyrosine also increases their drive, which simply is the channeling of their reproductive capability,” the professor added.

  “You mean like sex drive?” she asked while looking at the alpha professor. She knew that the alpha was just a word used to describe the leader. They had the most concentrated of the tyrosine molecule.

  “Yes, the concentration for alpha males is passed to the DNA,” he said. She felt her cervix moisten by the thought of being ravaged by an alpha.

  “Yet who determines what is released? Who is doing the fucking? Is it the alpha or the alpha conquest?” the professor said surprising her with the crudeness of his words.

  She snapped back from the flashback and into her reality. She had been tied up by the three alphas, as they were wreaking havoc to her office laboratory.

  Balthus, the billionaire, paced the room quietly. He possessed subtlety in his human form with graceful movements that made it seem like he was gliding. He moved with a twisted artistic aspiration. He was the youngest of them but far the most knowledgeable of the professor’s research. As he paced the office, he found the professors old semaphore. He thumbed over the selection of discs found in a crate next to the musical relic machine.

  “Ah!” he said as he blew out the dust accumulated on the disc. Gently he placed the semaphore’s thumb down instantaneously filing the room with music. It was a classic song called Guantanamera. Balthus had always possessed an artistic bend, with a touch of genius and a touch of melancholy.

  “You sick fuck!!” she cried out. It made Balthus smile.

  “Makes for a great backdrop music to ease the mind,” Balthus replied.

  Alfredo and Remus had shifted to wolf form as they relentlessly destroyed her beloved laboratory. Chemical sets, twisted prongs, digital devices, books, were smashed into a pile in the middle of the room. A large crash was heard from broken test parts thrown into the pile creating a mismatch shards of glass, pieces of contoured preserved specimens, and ripped digital devices.

  yo soy un hombre sincero

  antes de morirmee yo quier cantar mis versos de la palma

  Guantanameraaaaaaaaa

  Remus shifted to human form and began dousing the pile with gasoline. This pile contained all the professor�
�s research. It meant everything to her.

  “Say... Samantha got a light??” Remus, the enforcer asked with a smug. He had developed feelings for her and felt betrayed when she left him. They had tied her up in the floor as she laid on the ground crying reflecting on the song that was playing on the semaphore. Batlhus, always had a knack for the poetic and he knew what this work meant to her.

  “What about her?” Remus asked.

  “We can light her up,” Alfredo who had shifted to human form responded. Alfredo liked the idea of torture.

  “Nooooooo! I’ll do anything that you want me to!” exclaimed Samantha. She knew mercy was no part of their traits.

  “But you’ve always done everything that we’ve wanted to” said Balthus.

  “In fact” Balthus mirthfully started talking. “It was only through you that we finally assumed that it was you who were feeding the research of our world. You should have known that princess.” He said.

  “You had your chance to be with us Samantha,” Remus said reflecting on her rejection of him. “What you had found was that in the end, your quest for the power would be unstoppable… isn’t that right?” She was only supposed to infiltrate Remus, but somehow she sought out the others, therefore betraying him.

  “But you can’t stop now can you?” said Balthus. She shared his bed second.

  “But I love you I love all of you!!!!!!!!” She cried out. It was true she loved them.

  “But it was your love not for us but for the power that binds us that had led you to me,” Alfredo said. He was the end of the line or so she thought.

  Alfredo continues, “...and it would be your love that would lead us to him.”

  It didn’t register to her at all. Could they have been using her as well?

  “But I gave you everything! I was yours completely”

  Alfredo threw a match stick to start the fire. Suddenly the fire started to transform into a beautiful carpet of flame that rapidly engulfed her precious research. The fire moved like a malevolent spider to everything that was holy in her life. It was her life that was burning. How did it get to this?

  Remus gives her wink. She then finds her binds loosened. She was free to move.

  Instinctively, she jumps out of the window, landing into soft snow. She got up and started running. The muffled voice of Alfredo could barely be heard, as she dashed into the cold darkness and into the only being that could save her --- the black wolf.

  Chapter 6: Remus

  For her first in-field assignments for her research, she was sent to the underground club of Obsidian Flint by the professor to talk to the only known alpha, Remus. Upon entering the club, she looked around and saw the usual -- beta werewolves and their groupies. She felt she had a higher mission. She sat by the lounge extending her long legs in eager view.

  “A bloody martini for madam,” the bartender had suddenly brought her a martini.

  “But I didn’t order one,” she responded.

  “From the gentleman on other side of the table,” the bartender tells her.

  “Oh.” she looks at the man who was slowly pacing towards her.

  “Hi! Do you come here often?” he asks her.

  What a beta. She would not have tolerated this but she was alone. She looks past him and sees a man sitting down staring intently towards her.

  “No it’s my first time,” she said as she cranes to see a large man sitting by the corner. Suddenly the man nonchalantly waves for her to come-over. She gets up and takes the bloody martini and walks past by the beta. She abruptly stops a few feet from the unusually large man. The man was sitting comfortably looking straight into her eyes.

  “Remus?” she asks.

  “And you are Samantha,” he said with a deep voice.

  Just by the way he was imperviously sitting down she knew he owned the place. Remus, the enforcer was a towering muscular man. The outline of his broad frame was shielded by immense muscles. Power emanated from his wide forearm, from his massive pectorals, and his wide neck. He was physical strength personified. He was unusually large almost 7feet tall. His face was angular, gaunt, like man who possessed a seriousness inside of him. The only hair he had was a mustache that gave him a dangerous biker look. Tattoos covered his body.

  “Yes I am. Pleased to meet you.” She was glad that the professor had already made contact with Remus.

  “My new intern” Remus said as he looks away.

  “Yes sir!!” she was new and didn’t know what was expected of her.

  “Follow me…” Remus was a man with few words.

  He led her to the back through a narrow passage guarded by his henchmen. Deep in the chamber the pressure from the walls seemed to collapse on her. They walk in to his room. The room that had served as their personal room and where their love would blossom. He crept behind her.

  “First lesson”

  He positioned himself directly behind her. Then he slowly reached for the button of her shorts. He unbuttoned it delicately. He then yanked it down along with her underwear. Like this he would have her. Same style that Alfredo had done in the classroom. It was the way to show alpha dominion.

  He involved her in running his empire, even bringing her when he had to impose his will on his insubordinates. In return, she provided her with all the sexual needs of his body. She yielded to him and learned to be submissive of him. She relished the curves of his hard muscles, his powerful grip, his relentless pounding. She felt pleasure when collapsing on his sturdy frame or when he lifted her like a ragdoll while he stretched her gently but firmly.

  She uncovered that to be an alpha enforcer is to maintain discipline of the group. In a group of werewolves, with each clamoring for power and dominance, enforcing was not an easy task. Remus, was the lynchpin that set the entire order of werewolves in line. When someone steps out of line he would engage them in dogfights. He would crush them for he was physically strongest wolf in the land. Sometimes he would kill whenever it was necessary to instill fear to those that would oppose him. Everyone feared him. His world was of chaos and ruthlessness. Everyone wanted a shot at the position that Remus held. He would quickly seek out any rebellion to send a message. Every blood that was spilled by the hands of Remus served as lesson.

  “The world is fierce and there is no rest in the world of dogs.” One day he told her as they were both splayed in his bedroom.

  “I understand, but must you be so bloody when you come to bed?” she said.

  “In this world, there is only one rule, and that is the rule of fear. For every dog that I put down, another will rise. It has to end here with me.” He said as he embraced her. “Fear is the only lesson that I know, and that I can teach.”

  She hugs him back. His world is that of violence with no rest. She was to be his only comfort.

  “For what is glory to be the top-dog if it means to live a life of never ending conquests. I am tired love. I have known only fights all my life. What I want is a woman’s soft touch, her warm embrace, and maybe peace in a small cottage... an easy life” he confesses to her.

  “Would you rather be a beta then?” she questions him.

  “I would love to be beta. If it weren’t for what stirs in my blood, I would gladly have taken the role of the beta. But I am not. I am Remus, the enforcer, and I will squash anyone who challenges Me.” he tells her in a solemn voice.

  “It is fate that I was born like this, to always seek the fight, but a part of me wants this all to end. But it will not. Every day there is an ambitious wolf that thinks he is worthy, and I will always have to teach him the same lesson. They never learn... it is the nature of wolf. So this will never end and I will come back to you with blood. What stirs in me is anger but never love. Love is a weakness that is forbidden for an alpha.” exposing himself like this was to show weakness. She was his last comfort, his only solace in the cruel world of the wolf.

  Through time she understood more about the werewolf organization and about the mastermind that was his brother, Balthus.
When she heard that Balthus ran a bio-chemical company, she knew that something far larger was taking place behind the scenes of the werewolf world. Remus was just a front, there were more alpha males that existed above him. She started to withdraw from Remus in search for Balthus. In reality she realized that once she had learned that there laid a more powerful wolf in power, she could never feel satisfied with her current lover. Her juices stopped flowing for Remus.

  “You used me,” was his final words to her.

  “It was none more that you used me,” she replies.

  “I’ve grown fond of you,” smiles Remus.

  Did she use him or did he use her? Meeting with Balthus seemed like an uncanny unravelling of events. It seemed like Remus was actually leading her to meet Balthus. Then from Balthus she encountered an even more elusive alpha, Alfredo. Everything felt like a disarray. Was she a predator or a prey? In all of this, it was the professor’s research that was benefiting. Remus exposed her to ruthless world and it made her paranoid. It didn’t matter to her. All she wanted was their seed inside of her.