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aldersprigFor kc_obrien's prompt: "Not every pack Alpha has a bitch. Sometimes it is the bitch."
If this is anything, it is very very loosely Anita-verse OC
I went home with the new alpha. Jordan was dead, after all, and Chris had won me when he won the pack. I wanted to have a conversation with him, before he had too much time listening to others.
I could see it in his eyes, that he knew something was up, but I waited until we were in the bedroom, until he started going about things in a typical werewolf fashion, to bring it up. He had me pinned to the bed when I said, conversationally, “you know what I did?”
He froze. “What,” he admitted. “Not how. Or, for that matter, why.” He looked down at me, and, as if abashed, let go of my wrists. I scooted until I was sitting up, while his face went through a few odd contortions.
“You don’t need to know how.” I had cheated like hell, that’s how, to make sure he won. “Why… I should think that would be obvious.”
A heartbeat passed. Another. “You want me to be the alpha.”
“I do.” I let him keep the suspicions he was having to himself. For now. “I am not going to be raped or beaten again.”
“I’m the alpha,” he protested. “You’re my bitch.”
“Half right.”
kc_obrien's prompt: "Not every pack Alpha has a bitch. Sometimes it is the bitch."If this is anything, it is very very loosely Anita-verse OC
I went home with the new alpha. Jordan was dead, after all, and Chris had won me when he won the pack. I wanted to have a conversation with him, before he had too much time listening to others.
I could see it in his eyes, that he knew something was up, but I waited until we were in the bedroom, until he started going about things in a typical werewolf fashion, to bring it up. He had me pinned to the bed when I said, conversationally, “you know what I did?”
He froze. “What,” he admitted. “Not how. Or, for that matter, why.” He looked down at me, and, as if abashed, let go of my wrists. I scooted until I was sitting up, while his face went through a few odd contortions.
“You don’t need to know how.” I had cheated like hell, that’s how, to make sure he won. “Why… I should think that would be obvious.”
A heartbeat passed. Another. “You want me to be the alpha.”
“I do.” I let him keep the suspicions he was having to himself. For now. “I am not going to be raped or beaten again.”
“I’m the alpha,” he protested. “You’re my bitch.”
“Half right.”
