“No … not necessarily.” One of them explains, “Alpha Casper; please try to remain calm and listen … our intention was to simply use her as a means of luring you out. And, if that didn’t work; we were going to have her deliver a message to you. That’s all.”
And, while that one was speaking to the Alpha; the other one was mind-linking for the other Luminary Pack members waiting nearby to hurry over to the hotel lobby. … Brianna alerts her father…
“Dad; there’s more of them coming.” She looks to the one who called out to them. “He just mind-linked them to hurry over here.”
Once again, the behemoths’ jaws abruptly drop; as stupefied expressions instantly overtake their faces. … The one who mind-linked his fellow pack members stammers…
“H-h-how d-did y-you kn- know th-th-that?”
This is yet another uncanny ability that Brianna possesses. Typically, mind-linking capability between werewolves are exclusively limited to the wolves within their own pack; and, wolves from differing packs are unable to pick up on another pack’s mind-wave frequency. Brianna, however, can pick up on … and, also mind-link with … any wolf mind-linking; regardless of which pack they’re from … or, whether they want her to, or not; because, she’s capable of establishing a mind-link even without them allowing for the connection.
This is also an ability of Brianna’s that her father doesn’t want her to reveal to others … especially to those who aren’t from the Stratus Pack … so, he rebukingly glares at her.
Shortly, about half a dozen other Luminary Pack members converge into the hotel lobby’s mezzanine area; but luckily, thanks to her heads up, Alpha Casper and his entourage weren’t taken off guard, nor disconcerted, by their sudden appearance. … Although, the original two still seem to be somewhat confounded over the fact that Brianna was able to intercept their mind-link communication.
Once everyone assumes their positioning, and takes on defensive-posturing stances; Alpha Casper inquires…
“Well, now that it looks like everyone’s here … which pack are you from; and, what is it exactly that you wanted to tell me?”
One of the original two Luminary Pack members informs the Alpha…
“We’re from the Luminary Pack. And, we just wanted to remind you about the Grand Council’s established, mutually agreed upon, unified multi-pack edict that mandates when any considered to be open market properties or businesses located within a pack’s territory is acquired through legitimate business protocol by another pack; that exempts them … within certain limitations, of course … from having to fully comply with the established pack’s boundary regulations.”
“No need to remind me of that; I’m very well familiar with it. … So; is there a point to this impromptu meeting?”
“The point is; the Luminary Group has also submitted its bid for the same four, mid-sized hotels that the Whitmore Corporation is also trying to acquire … and, as you know; they all happen to be located within the Stratus Pack’s territory.”
“So; what you’re saying is … the Luminary Pack is planning on trying to encroach upon our territory under the guise of legitimate business protocol by purchasing those hotels.”
The Luminary Pack member nefariously grins…
“No, no, no … not encroaching … simply acquiring more properties to expand our business. … You see; this is exactly why we decided to make you aware of this ahead of time … to avoid any kind of misunderstandings; and, make sure that the Stratus Pack will be reasonable, and not cause any trouble for us once we take over their operations.
Remember; Alpha Casper … as per the Grand Council … this isn’t trespassing in your territory … it’s merely business.”
The Alpha grins. “If you say so. … Well, whatever you want to call it; it doesn’t really matter, one way or the other … because, the Whitmore Corporation is going to win the bid.”
Still nefariously grinning; the Luminary Pack member aloofly asks, “Really, now … are you sure about that?”
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While all this has been transpiring up in Washington; in a seedy motel room down in Orange County, California…
Within the poorly lit and ventilated; sparsely, shabbily furnished room … with its feature piece being an old, rickety, Queen-sized bed; whose worn out-spring mattress is flipped over on an almost daily basis to aerate, and allow the spewed out bodily fluids left from the previous occupants to dry … a pungent, combined stench of musty mildew, stale cigarettes and cigars, alcohol, and dried up cum permeate the stifled air.
Ordinarily, even a with a human’s sense of smell, one may possibly find this odoriferous aroma to be somewhat offensive; while a werewolf … who possesses a highly acute sense of smell … should by all means find pungent stench vilely repugnant. Yet, it doesn’t seem to be bothering two naked, sweaty wolves squirming around in the bed; pressing and sliding their wet skin tightly up against one another … creating a seemingly large mound of hot, molten flesh.
‘Madame X’ has acclimated herself to all types of fornication locations … whether it be from the sleaziest motel rooms, to the most luxurious villas at exotic resorts; or, having to endure harsh weather conditions or uncomfortable surroundings while having sex in the outdoors … and, has conditioned herself to ignore any unpleasant factors that could distract her from the task at hand … using her femininely charms and vast sexual expertise on her targets to achieve her goal. She’s one step closer to reaching her current goal … which again, is to reconnect with most lucratively desirable ‘ex’; Casper Whitmore. And, her current target is a senior-level accountant from the Whitmore Corporation; who is collecting his final sexual payment for his part in sabotaging the hotel bid.
They continue writhing about in a heated, sexual frenzy. He keeps switching off, nibbling on each of her ears; as he voraciously fondles her voluptuously curvaceous body, using his wildly groping hands to lustfully rub and squeeze her all over. Meanwhile, ‘Madame X’ furiously strokes his throbbing, stiff, fully-engorged penis in her hands; only briefly stopping on occasion to wipe up some of the oozing, vaginal juices from her crotch, to lubricate the palms of her stroking hands.