MasukAs an orphan, Cathwulf was nothing peculiar amongst her pack. Raised by the lonely female wolf of the pack, she was deemed to be a good girl and of course, a virgin. As she turned 18, the dominant billionaire CEO of the local fur company, who was also her boss, began pursuing her and the man was simply too hot and charming to ignore. The day she had her first shift, it was revealed she was more than anyone had expected and the alpha of her pack decided to auction her off. As she took a step into the stage, it began her troublesome life between the enigmatic man who bought her who was the billionaire who was keen on making her his and the mate she did not expect Will she be able to make up her mind and choose the man she truly wants ? Or will destiny be the one to choose for her ?
Lihat lebih banyak*Cathwulf*
I am awoken by birds singing outside my window. After stretching my slender, yet curvy body, I spring out of bed, feeling so happy and elated as a young girl possibly can.
Finally the day I have been waiting for all of my life is here, my eighteenth birthday and soon I will turn into a wolf for the first time and hopefully meet my true mate.. yes, I, Cathwulf Pureheart, is a werewolf, and I can’t wait for my first change and what it will bring.
Looking In the mirror I smile at myself. I know I am a pretty girl, even though I am nothing special, except for my eyes, they seem to change colour with the light and what I wear. I like my eyes a lot.
First a quick shower, I can’t risk going to work smelling badly. Then I dry myself off and pull out the scrunchie holding my hair on top of my head.
Standing in front of the mirror I absentmindedly run a brush through my long auburn hair and pull it into a ponytail. Cute... but simple... perfect.
I carefully pull on clean cotton underwear and my black stockings, before I put on my favorite plaid skirt, it reaches just above my knees. I finish my look with a pretty white blouse. I want to look pretty for my birthday and for work.
A bit of mascara and a touch of blush is all I need. I am lucky to be blessed with perfect porcelain skin, and pink full lips, so I don’t feel I need anymore to look my best. And to me too much makeup is never pretty, natural is the way to go.
I skip down the stairs, whistling happily. This day is already like the best day ever and I can’t wait to see what more it will bring, only good things I am sure.
I smile as I find my mess of a family in the kitchen, all chatting away happily. Well they aren’t my real family of course. I was an orphan and Lyca Pureheart adopted me when I was found as a baby. We are all orphans or babies left by their parents, but we are still a family.
Luca is the one adopting all the orphaned wolf cubs in this pack, The silver lake pack, as she has no mate and no children of her own.
“Morning Cat.. congratulations my dear”. Lyca comes over to kiss my cheeks. She has always been a great and very loving mother to all of us.
From the other 6 kids in the kitchen there are yells of congratulations and happy birthday. Usually we all get along very well.
My mother is back at the stove. “How does it feel to finally be an adult ?”
“Oh so exciting and amazing mom”. I say, smiling happily. Turning eighteen is the biggest day in any young wolf's life.
I look at Luca, happy that she has said ICan stay in her house until I find my mate or decide to move out.
Then I look around the table at my siblings. I have one older brother Alaric, he is nineteen, but still living at home as he is studying and hasn't found a mate yet. Then I have three younger brothers Bardou, who is sixteen, Honi is nine and Cuan who is just two and the youngest. I also have two sisters, Chinua who is a typical thirteen year old and Due who is five and so sweet. Our house is always brimming with life.
I slump down on my usual chair and grab a plate, loading it with mostly sausages and bacon. Lately as my change is getting closer I feel myself craving more and more meat. But that is just natural for a wolf of course, my mom keeps reassuring me.
“I thought it better that you get your presents tonight after work, when you have more time to open one at a time and appreciate them”. Lyca says from the stowe, where she is making even more food for her hungry litter of pups.
“Totally mom... I definitely prefer that”. I want to really enjoy opening my presents. I always loved getting presents and I hope I will get something good.
Bardou looks up from his food. “Do you really have to work on your eighteenth birthday sis ? Couldn’t he have given you the day off ? It’s a special day after all”.
“Mr Evill needs me… we are doing inventory these days and everyone has to be there”. I say, wolfing down my last piece of bacon.
I am proud that my boss needs me, that I do something that helps others.
“Oh Thomas Evill, he is just so… hot”. Chinua breathes out, almost like a moan.
I blush slightly, looking at my plate, thinking of my boss, the billionaire CEO of the company. “I guess he is a handsome looking man”.
Lyca clears her throat. “Chinua ! You are way too young to be thinking about such things, you have 5 years till your first change and your chance of finding your mate… and it won’t be a human man... that’s for sure”.
Lyca wants the best for all of us. Also when it comes to mates. I know she hopes I will be mated to a high level fighter or even a beta.
“If she is lucky”. Alaric sighs and fills his plate again... he is rather depressed about not having found a mate, not everyone does.
Lyca ruffles his hair. “Don’t worry so much kid.. it has only been a year. I am sure she will show up... just give it time”.
We all keep telling him she will come… maybe she will have her first change this year or next.
“You will find her and she will adore you”. I tell him, smiling at him. He deserves to find his mate and get his own family… he is the best big brother ever.
“Thank you”. He says with a warm smile. “It’s gonna be interesting to see if your mate is in our pack... or you will need to search for him”.
I nod feeling rather curious too.. I mean there are a couple of cute guys in the pack I wouldn’t mind being mates with. No matter who he is I know I will adore him, that is kinda how it works.
Looking up I see the clock. “Oh I better get out the door, or I’ll be late for work... see you all later”.
*Cathwulf* I do not go into the pack house because somebody says strategy.I go because I want a map, a lock on the door, and enough coffee to survive a room full of wolves discovering spreadsheets.Therian gives me all three.The room he takes me to is on the ground floor, off a narrow hall behind the main office. It smells like toner, pine cleaner, and old arguments. There is a scarred wooden table in the middle, a wall map of county lines, two filing cabinets, and a whiteboard that already has names and arrows on it in Bram's blocky handwriting.Someone has also set a tray of coffee on the sideboard with mismatched mugs and a plate of grocery store cookies nobody will touch because pack masculinity is a fragile little religion.Therian closes the door behind us, then stops far enough back that I can still reach the handle first.Small things. He keeps doing them."I had these brought in," he says.On the table sits a black duffel bag.I eye it. "If that contains ceremonial robes,
*Cathwulf* I do not like forests at night when men have invited me into them.Daylight woods can still pretend at innocence. At night, every tree looks like a witness with bark for skin. The moon hangs low and white over the clearing ahead, and the pack house beyond it glows in scattered windows like something old trying to look civilized.I stop at the edge of the tree line.Therian stops with me.He has not tried to take my elbow on the walk up. He has not tried to steer me. Bram trails behind at a respectful distance, which I appreciate enough to resent slightly, because now I have to admit at least one of them can learn.The clearing smells like pine, damp soil, wolf, and tension. A bad vintage."You can still say no," Therian says quietly.I glance at him. "To the council, or to the little moonlit parade where they all stare at the rare female your kind can't seem to stop treating like public property?"His mouth tightens. "To all of it."That stops me for half a beat.Three mont
*Cathwulf*The delivery man makes the mistake of smiling at me.It is a harmless smile, nervous and apologetic, the kind men wear when they suspect they have brought trouble to the wrong woman but would still like a signature. I cannot even hate him for it."Who sent it?" I ask, though I already know.He checks the little clipboard. "Eviil Winterbottom Holdings."Of course it is not enough for Torn Eviil to be obscene. He has to be branded.Therian's jaw goes hard across from me. He does not stand. He does not rip the boxes apart with his teeth. Gold star for basic civilized behavior."Refuse it," he says.I turn my head slowly and look at him until he realizes what he just did.His mouth tightens. "That was an order.""Yes," I say. "I noticed."He exhales through his nose. "Sorry."The delivery man looks like he would rather be hit by a bus.I hold out my hand. "Give me the card."He passes over a cream envelope so thick it could survive a flood. My stomach turns before I even open it
*Cathwulf*I spend the next three hours serving coffee to my past.Joe's Diner has never looked less like a refuge and more like a badly managed supernatural hostage exchange. Earl complains about hash browns. Mrs. Porter asks for more lemon and pretends not to notice the three dangerous men sitting in a row of booths like a particularly violent barbershop quartet. Ted keeps shouting for runners. Mandy keeps drifting by the window to get a better look at my misery.And Therian sits where I put him.That should not matter. It does.He does not pace. He does not order me around. He does not stalk to the counter every five minutes and make my skin crawl. He just sits there with a black coffee going cold in front of him and those terrible alpha shoulders held too still, like if he moves wrong I will bolt through the wall.Twice I catch him starting to stand when another customer reaches for my arm or leans too close over the counter. Twice he stops himself.Good. Let restraint hurt.At ele
*Therian* “Good, I prefer not to have an audience”. The young woman wraps her arms around men and tries to kiss me, but I turn my head away, so instead she kisses me down the neck instead. I am looking towards the door, a weird pain spreading inside my chest. I am not sure why I even do this … this
2 weeks later*Cathwulf*&nb
*Cathwolf*“Time to de-rope”. The alpha exclaims with grandiosity, letting his own rope fall, making me avoid my eyes. I have never seen a naked man in real life, not a grown man, only my younger brothers when little.But then everyone drops the
*Cathwulf*I look at myself in the mirror, smiling at my reflection. I am wearing no makeup, my hair hanging loose and I am only wearing a rope of white silk…and by only I mean no underwear. These are the instructions I have been given. I guess it has to do with the transforma






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