“That’s all well and good, I suppose; except for one thing … Helena doesn’t want to be with Walter anymore; let alone marry him.”
“So … like I said before … she never wanted to marry Alan, in the first place; so, now she won’t have to. And; you’ll still be off the hook with Walter. It’s a win all-around.”
“Whatever; Rhi … I can’t talk with you anymore; right now.”
I storm out of our bedroom; as I hear Terra exclaim in my head…
“Damn … that girl’s lost it!”
A few hours later … down in Stratus Pack territory…
**Casper’s POV**
“Do you really think bringing her back with you today is such a good idea?”
Why not? We already had the appetizer, back at the office … so; it’s only right that we get to have the main course and dessert, too.
“And, what about Jenny? Have you forgotten about her?”
Of course not. It’s just not my problem to deal with; or, at least not one to be so overly concerned about for the moment.
“Man … it must be nice living in denial.”
I’m not living in denial … I merely choose to live in a world where I determine my own truth.
Gilead sarcastically quips, “Yeah … no flaws in that philosophy of yours.”
I’ll tell you what … Gilead’s been really nitpicking these past few days; sounding more like ‘Jiminy Cricket’ than an inner-wolf. I’m wondering if this is his retribution for me rejecting that pitiful creature. He still can’t be pissed over it; can he? …
I mean, after all, he was there indulging himself while we were fucking those twins from the nightclub; and, went wild lapping up that hotel’s boutique saleswoman’s pussy. And; let’s not forget about sticking Veronica, earlier this afternoon.
Oh well; let me go see what’s on his mind, this time.
So; what do you suggest I do, then?
“Well; since you asked … why not give it a few days, to let the impending storm with Jenny blow over; before bringing this gold-digger home with you?”
No can do. My so-called bride-to-be will be here in a few days; and by then, I want Veronica already settled in … this way I can show my future wife just where she stands in my eyes.
“Alright; have it your way … after all, you are the Alpha; right? But, don’t come crying to me when everything goes south, later; because, if you ask me, you’re only asking for trouble. Like I said; as far as I’m concerned, Veronica’s only interested in using you for your money.”
And, like I said; I really don’t care. Besides, I’ve got plenty of money; so, let her have her fun … I know I’m intending on getting my money’s worth of fun from her.
We’re traveling along the coastal canyon road … about twenty minutes away from my fairly secluded, palatial-style estate in Malibu County … with Phil up front driving; while, Veronica and I sit in the backseat, lustfully rubbing are groping hands all over each other’s excitedly, heated crotches.
There’s a bulge once again swelling in my pants; feeling as if it’s ready to rip its way through the stretched-out material. Meanwhile, I can feel the heat radiating out from under Veronica’s miniskirt; and, see the inside of her flushed inner thighs glistening from the juices seeping out from her pussy, and running down her legs.
Suddenly; Veronica asks, “Mmm … what’s that sweet smell?”
Honestly, right now; all I’m smelling is her enticing, sex-laden pheromones streaming out from under her dampened miniskirt … wafting about the air throughout the car. In fact, I’ve even caught a few glimpses of Phil sneaking a peak; while licking his lips … so, I’m guessing her sexual scent is even turning him on.
That’s alright; he is my best friend, after all. I’ll allow him to take a look … and, even fantasize about her a little … just as long as he remembers not to touch. Which, knowing him as well as I do; I’m sure I can trust him enough, in that regard.
I reply to Veronica’s inquiry; admittedly, in a bit of a caddish manner…
“That would be your pussy; my dear. … I see someone’s still conceited as ever.”
She firmly clenches down on my rock hard cock, that’s currently imprisoned in my pants; and, forcefully twists it about…
“Can you blame me for being conceited … I mean; look how stiff I can get your dick by just rubbing on it through your pants.” She releases her grip. “But, believe me, I know how my pussy smells; and, that smell wasn’t it.”
“Okay; fair enough.” I adjust my tangled up, throbbing cock back to a more comfortable position. “So; what exactly did you smell?”
“I’m not sure. It smelled almost like … let me think … hmm … ah; I know … cotton candy and pumpkin spice.”
As soon as she said that; both me and Phil … along with Gilead, in my head … simultaneously shout out, “Brianna!”
We’re close enough now, where I can mind-link with Brandon. … I won’t bother trying to contact Brianna; I already know she probably wouldn’t respond.
Brianna’s the only wolf in our pack who can willfully block out my mind-link … the others are unable to keep from receiving my mind-links. On the other hand; I can’t block her mind-links out of my head. It’s ironic … and annoying … that the one wolf that I need to have constant access to mind-linking … my own daughter … is the one wolf that I’m unable to.
“Brandon … where’s your sister, now?”
Brandon hesitantly responds, “I think … she might have … maybe gone out for a jog? … That’s it; right, she’s out jogging.”
“You mean she’s out running about in her wolf-form, again; is that?”
“Y-yeah … that sounds about right.” He wisecracks, “If you knew it already; why are you bothering to ask me?”
I snap back, “You better watch that attitude! … Or, would you prefer the only gaming system I allow you to use for the next two months to be Pong.”
That certainly caught his attention…
“I’m truly sorry; Father. I shouldn’t have disrespected you, like that. I apologize.”
Sure; whatever…
“How’d she get out, anyway? I specifically told your aunt that Brianna was grounded; and, asked her to keep a close eye on her, and make sure she didn’t sneak out. … Where’s you aunt, now; what’s she doing?”
“Yeah; about that … Aunt Jenny’s fuming mad … like ‘roid rage mad … and, gunning for you. … What did you do, this time?”
“Never mind about that; for now, I want you and some of the Security Team on duty there to go out, and bring your sister back, ASAP! … I’m almost home; and, I’ll deal with your aunt when I get there.”
“Sure; okay … lotsa luck with that.”
As soon as I break the connection, Gilead gloats…
“I told you so.”
Shut it!
When the car pulls up in front of the manor, my sister’s already standing out there waiting for me; rigidly tensed up, with her arms menacingly folded across her chest. With her seething eyes piercingly glaring at me through the back car window; she ominously inches her way over towards the vehicle, stopping a couple of feet away … and, waits; standing eerily motionless, like some sort of Gothic statue.
Gilead goads, “Will you take a look at her … still think it’s not a problem for you to be overly concerned with, now?”
Bite me; Gilead.
“Yeah; I think I’ll have to take a number, and stand in line if I want to do that. … By the way; it looks like Jenny’s got number 01 … so, best of luck to you; Casper, me boy.”
I step out of the car, and before I can even say anything; Jenny delivers a brutal slap across my face.
I can kind of understand how she feels; so, I decide to let that one slide. Veronica, on the other hand … having no idea of the circumstances … jumps out of the car; and, rebukingly hollers at Jenny…
“Are you insane?! Putting aside the fact that he’s your older brother … he’s also your Alpha! How dare you disrespect him, by slapping him like that; you insolent she-wolf!”
With her eyes still locked on me; Jenny snaps…
“Casper … tell your bitch tramp to stay out of this; or, I’m gonna rip those fake ass tits of hers off!”
Veronica instantly purses up her lips; and, starts growling…
“‘Fake ass tits’? … I’ll have you know these are the real deal.”
Jenny quickly protracts her claws…
“These are the real deal, too; so, back off before really do you need to invest in a set of fake ass tits to replace those!”
Veronica responds by protracting her claws; and, I instantly raise my hand out to her, and slowly shake my head … gesturing for her to back away a little.
She immediately follows my direction; drawing her claws back in, while slowly stepping back. … After that; Jenny retracts her claws, as well.
Jenny disdainfully glares at me, with eyes full of seething hatred and fury … while, at the same time; they’re subtly exuding underlying heartbreak and sorrow. She suddenly cries out despairingly…
“How can you do this to me; Casper?! You bastard … I hate you!”
To be continued
Look for Installment 2