I can’t help myself from doing this; I always end up being highly, sexually aroused … almost to the point of being fully in-heat … and, need to relieve myself. And, besides; this is the only acceptable way I could be sexually active with Pomona … so, I’ll always be sure to fantasize about being intimate with her while masturbating.
Don’t get me wrong; it’s not only a physical attraction and sexual desire that has me wishing she could be my mate … like I said, those feelings only came about later on; once her body had completely developed. … The fact is, I’ve always had a strong connection with Pomona; and, have been drawn to her sincere warmth and lovable personality.
Since childhood … it’s not that I was told to, or forced to watch over Pomona; but rather, I always want to look out for and take care of her. I want to protect her; make sure that no harm comes to her. I always enjoy and love having Pomona by my side … it feels natural and comforting … and, I tend to feel uneasy when she isn’t around.
Pomona could always cheer me up, and make me feel happy whenever I’m feeling sad or depressed. Whenever I’m stressed out or angered by something, she can relax me and soothe my nerves. Pomona’s always the first one I seek out when I’m feeling lonely. She’s the one I long to embrace when I feel that I need a hug. And, she’s the only one I’ll nuzzle with.
There is something … and, I haven’t told this to anyone; not even Pomona … that has me believing that fate has played some sick, twisted joke on me; and, has somehow paired us up to be ill-fated mates.
So far, there isn’t anyone … including Pomona, herself … that’s been able to smell her she-wolf scent. Well; no one that is except me. Yes; it’s true … I can smell her she-wolf scent. This must mean she has to be my mate … doesn’t it? Maybe not … maybe it’s just wishful thinking on my part.
Anyway; just for the record … Pomona’s she-wolf scent is a fragrantly aromatic, sweet infusion of … cotton candy and pumpkin spice.
The next day … at the Whitmore Corporation’s corporate headquarters…
A seething Casper is up on the rooftop, leaning up against the four-foot, perimeter wall; wrenching his hands on the railing running along top of it, as he fiercely stares out at the expansive, downtown, Los Angeles area, with piercing eyes.
**Casper’s POV**
No one’s around … I shout out in frustration…
“Damn it … I can’t believe those Luminary Pack sons of a bitches will be settling into our territory! Fuck!!”
Albeit, nowadays … the term ‘territory’ is an arbitrary concept that’s constantly open to interpretation and debate; especially for packs located in heavily populated, urban regions. Unlike the packs who reside in more remote and rural areas; those of us in large metropolitan areas and cities … even those settled in densely populated suburban areas … have a difficult time establishing a single area that’s solely comprised of werewolves.
All we can do is merely make claim to a specified area and establish its boundary limits; then, protect it the best we can. We’re forced to live and intermingle among the humans; with our pack members being sprawled out, instead of residing in a single, autonomous community.
Needless to say, this unfortunately means that it’s more difficult for us to fortify and maintain our territory’s borders; making it easier for other packs and rogues to possibly finagle their way into it … with the latest occurrence, of course, being the Luminary Group’s acquisition of those hotels.
Gideon speaks up, “We knew it was only a matter of time before something like this happened. Those scheming bastards have always had their sights set on planting their greedy paws onto our territory.”
Of course we were expecting something like this to happen … considering the way things are, it was only inevitable … but, I wasn’t expecting it to be an employee in the Whitmore Corporation to be the cause of it. And, worst of all, the way things are looking; this was done on purpose.
“So; you’re still convinced there’s a mole in the company who sabotaged the deal?”
There’s no doubt in my mind about it. That supposed ‘mistake’ was so blatantly stupid … there’s no way it could’ve been an oversight. That ludicrous bid proposal was deliberately submitted to tank us; and, let the Luminary Group win the bid.
I hear the rooftop access door creaking open; and shortly, out of the corner of my eye, I watch Phil slowly walk up beside me. He leans up against the wall, folding his arms and resting them on top of it; then, stares straight out ahead of him while remaining silent. Judging by the worrisome expression on his face, I can tell that not only has he discovered what actually happened; but perhaps, it’s an even worse situation than I had imagined.
I can’t wait to find out any longer; and, brusquely inquire…
“Who’s the mother fucking bastard behind this mess?”
At first; Phil softly chuckles, “Man … you don’t like to beat around the bush, do you?” … then, after a brief pause; he hesitantly continues, “Alright; here it goes … but; you’re not going to like it once you hear who it was.”
I’m growing increasingly patient; and, curtly snap, “I already don’t like it; so, just spit it out and tell me! Damn it, Phil; who was it?!”
He takes another brief pause; before sheepishly telling me, “It looks like it was Taylor. … He was the last one to review the proposal documents; and, even took it upon himself to send them off.”
Fuck! I mean seriously, out of all the useless dead weight humans in the company that I’d love to get rid of; why the fuck did it have to be Taylor to be the one that betrayed our pack? Fuck!!
I remain silent; as my agitation grows exponentially. Meanwhile; Phil mumbles under his breath…
“Told you you weren’t going to like it.”