**Pomona’s POV**
Another typical, drearily overcast, gray Washington sky; providing the perfect ambiance to accompany my current melancholic mood … because, next week I’m being shipped off to California to be placed into an arranged marriage with the Alpha of the Stratus Pack; to help solidify the impending alliance between our two packs. … Although, it shouldn’t really matter much to me, anyhow; being how it’s highly unlikely that I would ever be chosen by any male in our pack to be their mate. This is an inevitability that I’ve come to accept years ago.
Well, there’s no point in dwelling over that now; because, I’m here on a mission … it so happens that today is Bellona’s twenty-sixth birthday; and, I’ve come to the wharf district in search of her favorite delicacy, freshly caught Sockeye salmon, for her birthday dinner.
I left home earlier this morning, and have been laboriously working my way throughout the crowded, bustling fish market shops and stalls; meticulously canvassing the area with a scrutinizing eye, in order to find the Sockeye salmon. However; so far, I haven’t come across any, yet. … Please don’t tell me that every vendor’s sold out of it already; not today of all days. I must be able to purchase some before leaving to return home.
You see, although I love all of my sisters dearly; Bellona is most my beloved sister … and, the one whom I’m closest to. And, I know Bellona feels the same way about me. After all, she’s been the one who’s always looked out for; and, protected me all these years. She’s even gone as far as to defiantly stand up to … and, quite often bitterly argue with … our father, on account of me.
So; I need to find the salmon for her special birthday dinner … I just have to. Failure is not an option.
A few moments later…
As I continue onward with the hunt; Daphne suddenly becomes restless, and seems to have fallen into an agitated state for some unknown reason. I can feel her anxiously stirring about within me.
What’s the matter, girl; is something bothering you? What’s wrong … what is it?
She doesn’t answer; but, there’s no doubt in my mind that something’s definitely troubling her … causing her to restlessly stir about in this agitated state. You see; Daphne will usually maintain her composure unless provoked, and is incited to act up. … I somehow feel that this is the case now; but, what is it? What’s bothering her? What has her all worked up?
Shortly, it isn’t just Daphne who’s agitated; because now, even I’m starting to feel a bit unsettled … and, for some strange reason, extremely horny. My nipples have suddenly become stiffly erect; and, there’s a tingling sensation down in my crotch … as a growing, heated moisture begins dampening my panties.
I feel that if I was all alone … and, not stuck out here among the huge crowd at this busy wharf … I’d probably tear off all my clothes; and, zealously fondle myself, and wildly masturbate until I couldn’t take it anymore and passed out.
Trust me, this is something that I’ve never once thought about doing before in my entire life; and, I have absolutely no idea what’s come over me. … Maybe I’m just reacting in accordance with Daphne’s whims; which would make more sense, and seems to be a reasonable explanation.
Can it be … what I’m feeling now …
Is it our mate; girl? Are you sensing our mate nearby?
Once again, Daphne fails to reply; but, she continues to be restlessly agitated.
As for me, I need to put these abnormally weird feelings aside for now; and, continue looking for some Sockeye salmon. I’m sure somebody’s got to have some left … I hope.
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**Casper’s POV**
My ire rises, as I loudly rant into my cellphone; drawing attention to myself while angrily pacing about midst the crowd … not that I really give a damn what anyone thinks.
“How did that happen?! Don’t tell me that easy, whorish slut of a nanny found another willing partner to fuck; and, was too busy screwing around, instead of paying attention to her?!”
No answer. My jaw clenches, as I grit down on my teeth; while fighting hard to keep my inner-wolf, Gilead, at bay. I’m drawing enough attention already from this call; so, the last thing I need right now is to fully wolf-out in front of all these on-looking humans.
“I’ll take it from your lack of response that that’s what happened; am I right? … Alright then; get some of our Security Detail to go out and find Brianna … now! … And, make sure you fire that little slut’s ass! I don’t want to see her annoying face when I return to the hotel. Understand?”
From the other end of the call; I finally hear a meekly voice nervously crack out from the cellphone’s speaker, “Y-yes; Alpha Casper … I’ll … I’ll take care of that; right away.”
“You do that. … Oh; and, also be sure to tell that horny, little slut that if anything happens to my daughter … I’ll personally rip off her head, myself.”
I abruptly end the call there; and, stomp off in an extremely foul mood … seething. I grumble aloud to myself…
“God damn it! What was I thinking … why the hell did I give in, and allow Brianna to come along with us? I should have known something like this would have happened. It seems like that impetuous child is becoming harder to control as time passes by. … She’s becoming more and more of a nuisance for me; just like that no-good mother of hers was.”
Speaking of that useless, former wife of mine; I still can’t believe that she had the audacity to die off a few months after giving birth to Brianna … leaving me behind, stuck with having to look after two troublesome children.
The firstborn, Brandon, is my sixteen-year-old son, who thinks of himself to be some sort of Casanova-type, ladies man; who’s seemingly apathetic towards the idea of taking over the position of Alpha from me. When he’s not out gallivanting, chasing girls; he’s shut up in his room, online-gaming with his slacker friends.
Then, there’s Brianna; my highly precocious, nine-year-old daughter, who’s had the ability to shape-shift since around the age of five … and, has a propensity of running off wild by herself, in wolf-form, if nobody’s watching her. She’s also fiercely tenacious; with aggressive … and, even sometimes overly-aggressive … behavior and tendencies, at times. And, from what I hear, if really provoked; she can be a little, demonic-like, wild beast of a child.
Actually … as much of a headache as she can be for me … I’m rather quite proud of her; for certain aspects of her quality traits. She truly is an Alpha’s daughter; capable of fearlessly standing her ground, and holding her own. It’s a shame she wasn’t a male; because, she’d make one hell of an Alpha. … Brianna’s definitely more suited for taking over for me; even more so than Brandon ever could be.
And then, there’s her other ability … the one which I like to keep closely guarded; and, known about only among those within my closest inner-circle.
And now; I’m expected to take on yet another useless wife, again? What the hell. The things I’m stuck doing for this pack of mine. … Oh well; at least from what I’ve been told about this one, she’s incapable of having children … so, that’ll be one less burden I’ll have to deal with during this arranged marriage.