Yeah, this is a multi chapter story in my werewolf series. It's still in the same universe as Full moon, and takes place one year later.
Warning: I made Santana straight! I know this will upset some people,but I wanted her for this particular part and she has to be with the Alpha for that.
Also again I know I'm not a great writer,but instead of dissing my writing how about helping me instead? I have no problem adding you to my DocX. I have had people offer to beta my stories before, and then they just disappear. So hopefully I find somebody to stick around this time or I just get each story edited separately. I don't care. I just really want to write and not be left feeling like shit afterwards as people tell me how bad I am. I admit I need help, and I'm trying to learn.
Jealousy was a bitch, and even more so with the beast I held within. I'm certain being forced to see Puck progress through lover after lover our entire lives didn't help matters. For god's sake nearly each girl in this pack has been with my boyfriend! It's really unsettling. So nobody can blame me for being jealous.
I recoil as he tackles Quinn. She giggles shoving him off keeping her hands on him longer than I believe necessary, also I swear her leg brushes against the crotch of his pants. I'm even surer by that by the wide eyed look he gets just as soon as she does it.
Our pack hasn't been as supportive of our mating lately, as they had been when we first mated. The girls didn't take much delight in me taking one of the few guys they had away. I'll admit it, Puck was a man whore, and since right now he's exclusive to me; it doesn't set well with the women in the pack. The guys, on the other hand believe I hog him. It appears like I'm forever doomed to be an outsider. Not man enough to hang out with the guys, also to gay to ever want to sleep with the girls.
At least I have Rachel. She doesn't want to take my man away, and we get along rather well. I hear in the human world she would be called my fag hag. That always makes her laugh! She and I possess a deep bond. She can understand me in a way nobody else can, even Puck, and i'm that same person for her. She And I grew closer the past year since I needed somebody to speak to about my problems. That used to be Puck, however after my best friend grew into my boyfriend, he and I can't speak about everything like we used to. Particularly when a large part of my problems involved him.
I watch as Puck withdraws away from Quinn quickly. Yeah, he better get away! She provides him a knowing smile, and I have to stop the snarl rising in my chest, fortunately for me I have Rachel, and she marches over and slaps Quinn in the face. My mouth falls open in shock as Santana sits up from her tanning spot and races over to stop them. The two girls claw and kick at one another.
Puck takes a seat next me "Insane huh?"
"hmm" is all I reply. He understands what just happened. He only wishes I don't.
He removes his shirt and uses it to wipe the sweat from the back of his neck. I glimpse at him attempting to ignore how the sweat makes his chest gleam, and how much I want to lick it off. We have been together for a year. I should be past this stage, nevertheless I still turned into a total mess when it came to him. I wonder after 50 years if I'll still be here gaping, thinking how beautiful he is.
Unable or unwilling to stop myself, I bend over and lick a bead of sweat from his neck and bite at his ear lobe. He quivers slightly. "Did she make you horny?" I murmur, and bite down harder on his ear making sure to leave a mark.
He shifts away from me. "No, damn!" he rubs at his ear. It's a slight bloody and swollen, but I don't care.
I lick my lips, loving the taste of his blood a wee bit too much to be sane, but hey whatever i'm part animal.
For a few moments, I wait to see if I'm going to get any further response from him. To see if he attempts to prove his innocence. Tell me she did nothing for him, however he doesn't. I'm not surprised. I've came to discover that his best defense mechanism when it came to me was to stay quiet. I overheard him speaking to Sam about it once. He believes if he doesn't say anything, he won't say anything more to piss me off. He has still to learn that his silence pisses me off just as much.
Without any warning i'm seized and pinned to the ground. His hands clenching my wrists hard enough to bruise. I smirk up at him and raise an eyebrow in question. I am one hell of a masochistic bastard. He reaches for my throat nibbling and kissing hard enough to bruise. My breath catches as his leg moves between mine; pushing hard against me.
"Not again!" a voice interrupts us. He doesn't pull away entirely, just stops torturing my throat, and peers up at her.
Santana is there glaring at us one hand on her hip. Looking at us like we're misbehaving children. If this wasn't Santana he probably would've already told her to fuck off. He And I like to joke that if Santana were human she would be a femme fatale; enticing men to her bed and inevitable deaths with her charm and beauty. Fortunate for the world she's a wolf. She only worried about tempting one person to her bed; Hunter.
She's the female pack alpha, and the deadliest female wolf anyone would ever have the misfortune of meeting. While other packs may have big strong Intimidating guards; we had her and Hunter. Numerous wolves last memories are her pretending to seduce them before she ripped their throats out. It would be pleasing to know we had her on our side, provided that she didn't turn against us every once in awhile. Luckily Hunter has prevented her from damaging any of us permanently.
Not to say she isn't protective over us; she is. Especially over Hunter and "the girls." That she literately pretends she owns. She pretends like she's their mama wolf or something. No retarded boy was ever going to hurt one of her girls, and get away with it. With Hunter, it was worse. Not only did she want to kill anybody who attempted to cause him any harm, but she was deadly possessive. Not until I mated did I even have the smallest indication of whatever she was feeling, but I could not in any way see myself doing half the things she has. Previously she had ripped out another woman's eyes for even staring at Hunter the wrong way.
So to be honest we didn't have the balls to talk back to Santana. She stretches out and seizes Puck by the arm hauling him off me.
I did possess enough guts to say "Hey" as she did so. I preferred him just where he was.
She sneers at him. " Make yourself decent, and then go find Dave. You're going hunting with the boys" he nods blushing a little, because yeah it actually was like a mom catching us having sex. He shifts and runs off into the forest.
She turns to me. "You!" I sit up. "Me?"
She sighs dramatically "Don't think I don't know you had something to do with that fight" I rise up to confront her "I was all the way over here!" I say defensively.
She disregards me, and starts towards the house motioning me to follow. As she and I make our way into the house, and she continues to yell at me, where she knows everybody could hear. We're distracted by a loud disturbance in the kitchen.
"GET THE HELL OFF ME!" a strange female voice yells accompanied by a lot of scuffling.
As we enter the kitchen there's female wolf who is actually gorgeous. I know Santana will despise that so I glance over at her, but she just stares at the women in confusion as the women struggles hard against Brittany and Rachel's grips.
Blaine stumbles in, panting hard behind them, carrying what must be her stuff. Nearly All of the pack left comes in to stare at her, but she doesn't stop yelling.
"Let me go,you idiots. I will kill you." She yells snapping and kicking at them.
What a charmer I think. Hunter eventually enters the room to simply stop, exactly like Santana. The women sees him and stops fighting immediately.
"Hunter" she breaths, breaking free of the girls and moves closer to him seizing his arm.
He stares back at her eyes wide "Annie?" he asks.
Santana shakes her head coming out her stupor "What the — " is all she gets out before she is tearing Annie away from him.
"Don't touch him again!" she tells Annie coldly, ramming her hard against the wall.
"Santana," says the women peering down at Santana's hand. "Oh seems like you got what you always wanted"
"What are you doing here Annie?" Hunter questions. What are you doing on our land?"
Annie rolls her eyes "See that's the problem with you packs. You all believe the entire country belongs to you."
"Country no, but my land yes" he answers and then a gives a prompt "Santana" Santana drops Annie to the floor.
Annie stands up and begins scanning the room seeming a little disappointed until her gaze settles on me. I appear to interest her for some reason, but I have no idea why. Santana saunters over to stand by Hunter cementing herself as co-alpha.
Annie glimpses at her and shrinks back a little. "He asked you a question" Santana reminds her.
Annie sighs in what looks like defeat. "I come to see my son. He lives around here."
Santana steps closer to her. "Wait you're saying you've been here before?"
Hunter grabs her drawing her back. "That doesn't make sense we are the only pack for miles, and there isn't any — " he pauses something donning on him.
Santana turns to him "What is it?" she questions. All Hunter has to do is look at her and Santana's face drops and suddenly is replaced with pure hatred.
She jumps for Annie, but Annie moves away quickly; holding her hands up in a defensive gesture. " I know okay, I know! I was stupid! I just needed him to be okay. " She moans sinking down to the floor cradling herself "I'm sorry" she whimpers.
"We aren't the one's you should be apologizing to" Hunter tells her.
I don't understand why it takes so long to click in my mind what they are talking about. I know, I should have known earlier. I should have known when I peered at her and seen his eyes. or just as soon as I took in her scent and recognized it was so similar to the one I loved. This is Puck's mom! The one who abandoned him. The reason he's broken in ways only I could see.
They are all still shouting, but I'm tired of listening. I don't want to see her anymore, and I sure as hell don't want him to have to face her, before I leave Hunter's voice stops me at the door.
"Kurt wait we need to talk" He and Santana come to meet me as they tell the others to hold her there.
That's when her eyes meet mine once more, a smile spreading across her face.
"Every time I came I saw you with him." she says. " I was upset when I didn't see him right away, but just as soon as I seen you I knew this was the right pack." Santana drags me out before I could say anything back to her, but it's not like I wanted to anyway.
We have been auguring for nearly an hour now. Neither Santana or myself want her to meet Puck, however Hunter does. He believes he deserves a opportunity to meet his mother and hesitantly I agree. Santana isn't so simple to convince though. She was one of the female wolves that raised Puck, and the one to bring him to this particular pack. So naturally this seems like an insult to her, and I understand we aren't the only ones who going to hear he's mine, over and over again.
When we make it back to the other room Annie appears to have made herself comfortable speaking to Rachel. Rachel needs no time in informing us what they were discussing. So apparently Annie was the one who had abandoned Rachel too. Annie and Rachel's mother were friends. Rachel's mother didn't survive giving birth though. So Annie took her to the very pack that was raising her son. So she could know her friends daughter was protected. That explained why Rachel was abandoned the same way. It also confirmed to everybody Rachel and Puck weren't related. That appeared to sadden Rachel considerably more than I imagined it would. I'll need to talk to her about it later.
Just as soon as I glance around I notice only Santana approaches Annie. Hunter waits at the opposite side of the room. As far away from Annie as possible. Which is very weird. Hunter is always the one who deals with the Strangers. Santana isn't the greatest people person, however Annie wasn't a stranger was she? She knew both Hunter and Santana's names. Also although Hunter stayed across the room Annie's gaze didn't leave him. Not until Santana forced it to.
"We have agreed to let you meet him. He should be back in a little bit." She tells her before leaning in closer. To anybody else it would seem like she was quietly threatening her, except with hearing like ours there was no whispering.
"But stay the hell away from Hunter, and just because you gave birth to him doesn't mean you're Puck's Mother! Make sure you remember that."
Santana turns to walk away, but Annie stops her.
"Then who is his Mother Santana? You? You always did love taking away what was mine" Santana merely smirks, the very way she does before she kills someone, and simply walks away. Not even pausing to provide Annie an answer.