Something happened to the Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack. Everyone and I mean everyone, could sense that he was not the same. He just moped around most of the time, constantly sighing as though he had a world of worries, and just not being himself. He rarely participated in the training, preferring to stay brooding by himself. No one was sure what had happened over the past few days, but most of them hoped that it would stop soon.
James didn't know what was wrong with him. He couldn't get Trishanna out of his mind. No matter where he went, it seemed as if her fragrance haunted him day and night. It didn't help that overnight, the smell of the other she-wolves became like a repellant to his nostrils. The only cure to combat sudden nausea that would quickly appear was to take in a whiff of Trishanna's smell. Even though a few days has passed, to James, it was like there was no weakening of her aroma at all. Thus it was like he was chained to her by invisible threads.
Sighing, he leaned back on his chair in his office. Closing his eyes, he rubbed his temple, but all that did was make her appear in his mind. He could clearly see the way the water droplets run down her back. The brown curls, almost black due to being wet, stuck to her back, giving such an alluring contrast to her skin that seemed to glow in the moonlight. Trishanna turned, causing her ample breast to come into view. A single droplet hung precariously from a pebbled nipple. Was his eyesight always this sharp? It appeared like a pearl, begging to be licked away. James groaned as he could almost taste the cool freshness on his tongue before it was replaced with the heat of her flushed skin.
An extended cough, brought James out of the fantasy before things got too heated. Opening his eyes, he flashed a look of annoyance and gratitude towards his friend. He and his Beta, Juda, were in the middle of discussing pack business, but his mind keeps wandering off. Why is Trishanna constantly on his mind? It's so bad that he's not even sure when he stopped referring to her as 'Trash' and instead used her real name. There he goes again. He's acting like a little boy with a crush. Sighing, he shook his head and focused on the meeting.
James looked at the last item on the list of things to discuss. Picking up the official letter, he quickly read it to get the gist of it. Juda had already done so and was simply awaiting further instructions. It seemed that a large pack is moving unto the unclaimed, undeveloped land next to theirs. this in itself is not a problem as the forest in the region where they live is very large. Any pack that relocated, except during a war, must get the approval of the Werewolf Council first.
The Council is made up of eight retired Alphas of esteemed reputation, one from each continent. Once it is given, they can indicate the time period when they would be settled. They must have completed all the requirements and stipulations for establishing in their new location. Finally, there is final approval from at least two of the Council members. Pack within the vicinity are informed of the new arrival and it is expected that within three months, the new Alpha will visit each pack to formally introduce themselves. Sometimes allies or enemies are made during this embarkment. The greatest hope is to find your mate.
The new pack is called the Greystone Pack. Based on the size of the area they were given, it is obviously a large pack. Rubbing under his chin, James linked his Gamma and Delta to do some research on Greystone and report back to him. James wanted to gauge if his new neighbor was a friend or foe. Picking up the letter again, he stared at the name of the Alpha. It seemed familiar but he wasn't sure from where. If only Trishanna would stop appearing in his mind, without a stitch on, maybe he could remember. Sighing, he rubbed his temple. There he goes again. Why can't he stop thinking about that Omega?
Knowing that his mind has reached his limit for today, he flicked his hand, signaling to his Beta that the meeting was adjourned. Juda gathered his work and headed out. He paused at the door and looked back at his friend and Alpha. He wasn't sure what happened over the past few days, but clearly, something changed. Juda took in the red eyes, dark circles, and paler complexion. It was clear that his Alpha had trouble sleeping. He even looked a bit thinner. Of course, that shouldn't be a surprise since all he does is pick at his meals. He even stopped Trash from serving him. Instead, he asks another omega to do it. Is the reason for James' strange behavior something to do with her? Is she adding something to his meals? Maybe he should look into it.
James realized that his Beta hadn't left yet. Looking at him, he asked "Juda, is there anything else?"
"No Alpha." Juda hesitated just for a moment, "but, if something is bothering you, just remember I'm here for you. After all, we've been best friends since before we could crawl. You can share your troubles with me. Okay?"
"Okay, my friend. Thanks." Nodding, Juda left, closing the door. Great, now even his best friend knew that something was up. Sighing, James, rubbed his temple in hopes of soothing the pounding in his head that matches the throbbing in his pants. Just the thought of Trishanna gets him to stand at attention, and since that seems to be every moment of the day, he is constantly in discomfort. Why, why not just take what he so obviously wants? What's stopping him? If it were anyone else, he would have slacked his lust, had some fun, and moved on. The fact that this question ran through his mind without an answer was the reason for the pain. Since rubbing the head above wasn't giving him any relief, at least he could rub the one below.
Knowing that no one would open his door without permission, James unzipped his jeans. His member sprung forth, drenched in the constant precum that flowed. Grabbing himself like he did that night, he continued the daydream from earlier. Just the thought of sucking on her breast made him groan in frustrated desperation. He imagined burying his face between the fleshly orbs. Biting and licking, he was pleased to see his marks on her skin. A fierce desire to possess came over him and even his wolf growled at the feeling.
Reaching into his drawer, he grabbed a bar of soap. The same soap Trishanna and the other Omegas received since he was the one who sent it out. Inhaling the scent, he began pumping faster. How is it that Trishanna smelt even better that the soap? The other Omegas used it, yet their smell would cause James to feel upset. Of course, they aren't aware of that. Plus it doesn't help the fact that he is constantly in a state of arousal, made all the other she-wolves lustful, yet all the stench of their willingness just made him sick.
Inhaling again, he imagined pinning her against a tree. The same tree he was hiding behind. Lifting her up, he devoured her lips while wrapping her long legs around his waist. slightly bending his knees, he entered her in one move. She was hot and tight. So tight that if it wasn't for her juices, he wouldn't be able to move. Gripping himself tighter, his imagination became wild. Just thinking about her breathy moans or her screams of pleasure caused a shudder to pass through him as he came into the tissue he had thoughtfully grabbed.
As his heart slowed down, James blew out a breath. Maybe he needs to broaden his horizons. Deciding that a distraction is much needed. He took a shower, got dressed, grabbed his car keys, and headed out. If the she-wolves were a no, maybe a pretty human girl will do. Deciding to go solo, he headed to one of the hottest clubs two towns away. He was sure that once he got some action, things will return to normal.