Rise of the Alpha
Chapter 3

Magnolia

My eyes slowly flutter open, and I instantly notice three things: my p***y aching with need, my body burning up, and a weight sitting on my chest. Casting a glance to my left, I see Wylla nestled up close to me with her hand resting on my left tit as she gropes it. Her touch is sending waves of electricity all over my body and beelining right to my core, already wet with desire.

All my life, well, at least since my hormones couldn’t be ignored any longer, I knew I was attracted to both males and females. I love the contrast between the soft feminine body and the muscular, masculine body. My pack’s views on sexuality are very bigoted, and if I’d ever acted on those desires, it would have ended disastrously. I still craved both sexes but suppressed my body’s lustful desires. It was easier and less heartache to just go along with the status quo of the pack. But f**k, this beautiful woman has those emotions and feelings breaking through. My nipples are pebbled under her touch, and all I want is to feel her mouth on mine.

I need to get out of here and clear my mind, figure out what the hell I’m going to do. I gingerly reach up and grasp her hand in mine, lifting it off my chest, and shimmy my body out from under her. Once I’m out of her reach, I pull my pillow down and place her arm on it. She instinctively cuddles into it. F**k, if she isn’t adorable with her pouty lips and the little bit of drool leaking from them. Her shirt has shifted, giving an ample view of her breast. All I want to do is lean over and pop her stiff nipple in my mouth.

What the f**k is happening to me? This is more intense than I’ve ever felt before.

Knowing I need to shift and let my wolf out, I don’t even bother changing. Tiptoeing over to the door, I open it and step out into the hallway before closing it behind me. I scurry down the hallway toward the stairs, not wanting to wait for the elevator. Needing desperately to get out of here and run. When I arrived at the dorm earlier this morning, I caught sight of the wooded area behind the building and my wolf screamed to be let free to roam. I promised she could run later and placated her longing to be free with the excitement of seeing our room and meeting our roommate. If only I knew then the instant attraction I would have to her.

Exiting the building, I turn to the left and head around to the back of it, straight for the treeline. Walking into the woods, I feel all the stress from my pack slowly rolling off of me as I inhale the scent of my new home, my new running grounds. I keep walking deeper and deeper until I find the perfect tree to stash my clothes in. I step behind it and slowly begin to remove my shoes and socks, followed by my shirt and shorts until I’m left standing in just my matching lacey, hunter-green bra and panties. Reaching behind my back, I unhook my bra, allowing the straps to fall down my arms before removing it, folding it up, and laying it on top of my other clothes. Lastly, the panties come off. I pick up everything and set them safely in the nook at the base of the tree.

Stretching my arms above my head, I prepare for the shift. Other females in my pack spoke horror stories about their shift. Not wanting to appear different from them, I lied and told my own horror stories. Every time I did, my wolf would howl in laughter. Truth was, the shift was invigorating, my body craved the change, and my wolf eased me through it. I felt every bone break and morph, but there was never pain. Often, I felt like an outcast because of it. Time to run! My wolf calls. Yes, it is. Calling the shift, I feel the bones in my body begin to break and shift, molding into their new form. My mouth and nose enlarge and begin to stretch out into a strong muzzle. My legs buckle and elongate until I’m dropping down to the ground on all fours. Sitting back on her hind legs my wolf turns her snout up to the sky and lets out an ear-piercing howl before standing and taking off in a mad dash deeper into the woods. I’ve always stood out in my pack, being the only full white wolf. I often wondered how it happened with my father’s wolf being jet black and my mother’s brown.

We’ve been running for about thirty minutes when it hits us. The delicious smell of cedarwood, the same scent from the airplane. We’re drawn to it, our body craving to be wrapped in the smell, letting it take over every inch of us. My wolf changes direction, sniffing the air, following the scent as anxiousness sets in, wondering who it is and why we’re so drawn to it.

Each time I think we’ve caught up to the owner of the scent, it disappears again until finally it’s gone. Not even a trace, like it disappeared into thin air. My wolf begins to whine at the loss of the intoxicating scent. We will find who the scent belongs to, just be patient. They have to go to school here. I tell my wolf as I call for the shift to return to human form.

I stretch my arms above my head once I’ve shifted back. Looking around, I see a large oak tree standing in front of me. The exposed roots above ground weave together in a way that makes a chair-like area for me, so I don’t have to sit on the cool ground. Moving over, I slowly lower my body, allowing it to relax against the roots.

My body is still thrumming with need. My hands automatically move to my stomach as my legs spread open, allowing my right hand to roam lower, sliding down my stomach until it cups my s*x. Strumming my finger back and forth across my clit, electricity pulses through me as I think of my rainbow-haired roommate. Visions fill my mind as I imagine her naked, legs spread, and her pretty pink p***y on display for me. I begin to rub tight circles on my little nub, then slide my fingers through my wet folds, all the way to my opening. Firmly placing the heel of my palm on my clit, I apply pressure as I allow two of my fingers to slip inside my tight hole, pumping in and out.

I take my other hand and begin to knead my aching tits, rolling my pebbled nipples between my fingers as I feel my o****m building. I should be afraid of someone stumbling on me, seeing me in my vulnerable state, but I don’t f*****g care. I long for the day someone else brings me to o****m instead of just my fingers. My mind brings forth the sounds of Wylla’s m***s as I imagine licking up and down her clit as she rides my mouth, but it’s not her m***s getting louder, it’s mine. The way she seemed to glow with joy when she saw me like she was actually excited to meet me, not like others who wanted to know me merely for the status they could gain. Her pert tits as her nipples pebbled against her tight shirt had me wanting to take them in my mouth, even though I’d never done it before. I begin to pump my fingers faster. Imagining her naked in front of me as I take my tongue and lick up the length of her delicious pink p***y.

Chasing the o****m that’s building, I start to rub my clit almost violently until my o****m explodes from me. Throwing my head back in ecstasy as lights dance behind my eyes, I ride out the waves of pleasure rippling across my body.

When the final waves of pleasure leave my body, I open my eyes, glance above me, and spot the cutest sight. A small animal, almost rat-like in looks, is perched on one of the branches. Its fur is brown and tan. Actually, no, the coloring is so light it’s hard to tell. It may be white. After studying the animal longer, I realize it’s a ferret. The little cutie is laying on the lowest hanging limb, staring right at me, almost like it understands exactly what I was doing. God, I feel embarrassed now.

I close my legs, sit up taller, and try to coax the animal to me. “Come here, little guy, or girl,” I sing-song to it. Then the damndest thing happens. The little creature scurries down the branches and right into my lap. Scooping it up into my arms, I bring it close to my chest. I gently stroke his head as he begins to lick the fingers that were just knuckle-deep in my p***y, and still covered with all my juices.

“You know, you caught me at a very vulnerable moment.” I start talking to the ferret like he understands what I’m saying. He continues to lick at my fingers, and I allow myself to relax back further against the tree.

“Do you have a name? No. Okay, I think I’m going to call you Snuggles. Because you are so soft and cute and I could see myself snuggling with you. You’re probably wondering why I’m out here and why I was masturbating. Well, I’m attracted to my roommate, and I don’t know how to handle these feelings. I mean, I like guys, but I like girls too, it just wasn’t allowed in my pack. We fell asleep on the bed together, and when I woke up, she had a hand holding my tit, and I was on fire. What should I do? Snuggle with her? Should I tell her? Should I fight what I’m feeling?”

I must be crazy. Sitting here talking to a ferret who has no clue what I’m saying. But the way he’s looking at me with those sweet chocolate eyes has me rethinking it. I sit there for a while longer in silence, just stroking him as he starts to lick my skin, getting eerily close to my nipple, and I know it’s time to cut my visit short and head back. Wylla and I have plans for the freshman mixer tonight, and I still need to get dressed.

I stand with the ferret in my hand, before turning and placing him in the spot I just vacated. I call my wolf forward, shifting before racing back through the woods toward the dorm.

Climbing the stairs slowly, I begin to psych myself up to see Wylla again. I stop at our door, taking a deep breath before opening it and stepping inside. The gorgeous sight before me steals my breath. Wylla’s seated at her vanity, her hair up in two little space buns, and damn, if she didn’t just blow herself a k**s. She turns to see me, jumping up and running to me frantically.

“Where the hell have you been, Magz? I woke up, and you were gone, no note, nothing. What the f**k?” She pulls me into her arms, hugging me so tight I can barely breathe.

“Wylla! Air!” Sensing what I mean, she lets go, taking me by my hands and pulling me over to her bed. Once we’re there, she flops down, pulling me down beside her.

I begin to worry my l*p. Shit, do I tell her what’s really wrong? What if my thoughts disgust her?

“I’m sorry, my wolf just wanted to run, and I caught a familiar scent from the airport and was chasing it around the woods. Never found it though. Then I shifted back and just enjoyed the beauty of the day under an oak tree, where I found the cutest little ferret of all things.” Not all lies, I just omitted the part about being attracted to her and, oh yeah, masturbating to visions of her.

“Well, while you were busy fondling some random animal in the forest, you missed the hunk of a man who delivered a package for you. Lucky for us, he lives right above us. I tried to talk him into going to the mixer tonight, but he declined.” She gestures towards the package on my bed.

Standing slowly, I step over to my bed and gaze down at it. Definitely not something I sent, and the label is clearly in my father’s handwriting.

“From the look on your face, I take it you didn’t send it,” Wylla asks, stepping up behind me and placing her hand on my shoulder. My stomach quivers in excitement.

This girl is going to be the death of me. How am I gonna make it through this year?

“Not to be an insensitive bitch and all, but what’s inside?” she asks, egging me on to open it.

I take hold of the strip of tape on the edge, pulling it back enough that I can rip the strip open. Once the tape is off, I open the flaps and peer inside. There’s a plane ticket. Picking it up, I notice the date is for the last weekend of the month. I place it on the bed before pulling out the books below it. The first is the history and hierarchy of all wolf packs, and the second is about the role of the Alpha’s Luna. A*****e, I couldn’t get the smallest of breaks from his plans. I chuck the books down on the bed, then flop down on it myself, knocking the empty box onto the floor.

“What are these books for?” she asks, sitting down beside me, as she picks them up and flips through them.

“My pack has fewer females than males. So my father has this grand plan that next summer at the ranking ceremony I will be ranked a Beta, making me a prime match for the Alpha’s son and his Betas.”

Before I can finish, she cuts in, “Why the Betas?”

“Like I said, we have fewer females than males, so when we are matched for mating, we are paired up with units of three to four males. My father hopes I’ll mate with the future Alpha, thus gaining him more status and power. It’s a barbaric ritual. Women have no say and often are tortured by the men they do mate with.” I let out a deep sigh, knowing what fate lies before me.

“And what if you aren’t a Beta, then what?”

“F**k if I know, but I’m sure it won’t be enjoyable. I wish there was a way I could find out before then.”

“What if we could!” Wylla exclaims. “Just hear me out. What if I could find a spell that would reveal what you are before then? Would that help?”

“Do you really think you could do that?” I mean, do I want to know? It would be nice just to have the option.

“I don’t know, let me do some research. But first, we have a mixer to attend, and you need to shower, babe. You f*****g stink, and then we need to pick out some killer outfits. So chop chop.” She laughs as she heads over to her closet and starts flipping through the clothes.

I step over to my dresser, pick up my shower caddy along with a towel and robe, and head toward the door.

She called me babe. Stop it, Magnolia Holloway, don’t read more into it than what it is.