Alpha Julian’s POV.

The soil and leaves press between my claws. Faster, I force myself until the putrid stench tickles my nose. They’re close. I let out a threatening growl upon entering the clearing. If I could smile in this form, I would be grinning from ear to ear, like the damned Cheshire cat. Four males all rogue have turned to face me. One more stays focused on his prey; a tiny blond-haired beauty. I can see why they’re after her, but in this moment I decide I want her, she’s going to be mine.

Looking around to each shabby wolf, I size them up. They’re puny with no power. Not like me, I’m the Alpha. I may be young, but they don’t come close to comparing to me. Together they might give me a good fight, but individually they’re nothing.

"Do you need any backup, Julian?" My Beta links me.

"No. Just keep the pack safe," I answer.

One of the rogues growls at me like that’ll scare me off. Please. I think I’ll kill him first. I take a step closer, noticing their hackles rise. They’re afraid, they should be. In the blink of an eye, I launch toward the growler, catching him off guard. My sharp teeth sink in and the taste of his blood coats my mouth with that distinctly metallic flavor. I give my head a quick shake, snapping his neck. The other three have awoken from their stupor and all pounce for me at once. I drop the miserable carcass then turn to catch a rogue by the shoulder. I rip his flesh from his body while another has jumped to my back. With a quick spin, I off-seat him and he falls belly up. I waste no time disemboweling him, leaving him a bloody, dying mess.

The rogue that was blocking the girl has decided I’m the bigger threat and jumps in to attack my side. Too bad. I’m faster, I’m stronger, and I’m smarter. I see what he’s trying to do; free up my side for his friends to have an opening. Not going to happen. Tweedledee and Tweedledum are my focus as they’re trying to tag team me. I charge between the two, cutting between them like the Red Sea. Huh, how fitting; a sea of their blood is about to be shed.

The rogues get confused by my move. The idiots both spin to face me and end up knocking noggins. I would laugh, but I would rather just dispose of them. I swipe their legs and get the nearest one in my teeth. He struggles to get free, squirming with all his might, but I’m mightier. I bite down, my sharp teeth crushing his skull.

A stinging sensation erupts in my left shoulder. Son of a bitch! Oh this fucker is dead, but I’m not just going to kill him like his little buddies, no. This one will get to feel my wrath as I tear him limb from limb, starting with his fluffy little tail. I jump over him and catch his tail in my powerful jaws. With just a small amount of force, it rips clean off. He whimpers away just enough for me to surprise the last one with an unexpected swipe to his throat.

My focus now on the one remaining wolf, it’s time for fun. A crush of the front left leg leaves him gimping around delightfully, well at least delightfully for me, I’m having a blast. The tendons of his hind leg get shredded and he can barely move. The wolf shifts before my eyes, Goddess that has to hurt. The guy lies bleeding on the ground, panting. “Mercy. Mercy, please.”

I look at the woman. Her eyes are hypnotic blue, almost a lapis lazuli. She shakes her head no. That’s unfortunate. I claw down his back and grip the back of his neck. “No! No! Ple…" His words fall short as his lifeless body stills on the blood-soaked ground.

The woman steps away from the rock mound they had her cornered on, then sinks to her knees. Her dress is cut low and her perfect milky-colored breasts make my mouth water and my cock stiffen. I shift before her. Her eyes land right where I want them to, then she looks up to my face, odd. “Alpha. I did not realize I had trespassed onto your land. I beg your mercy.”

I look her over from head to toe. Her scent, that was previously masked by the rotten rogues, hits me and hum in satisfaction “You owe me a life debt, witch.” Life debts are sacred to witches. I’ve studied witches since I was a small boy, I find them fascinating. I’m probably one of the few werewolves that do. Most wolves are afraid of their power, but one with a life debt will never be able to kill me. I promised myself that if I ever met one, I would do whatever I could to make her loyal to me. Guess there’s no need to look any further.

She closes her eyes, but nods. “I’m afraid so, Alpha.”

“Name?” A witch’s name is even more sacred than a life debt and they rarely give it willingly.

“Giselle,” she answers easily.

I menacingly chuckle. “No, it’s not. Do you take me for a fool, witch?” I stare her down and release my Alpha power. Though she’s not a wolf, it still holds a little sway.

“I told you it’s Giselle.”

My clawed hand grips her throat. “You have one more chance to tell me the truth or your life debt is paid now. Do not pretend you don’t care whether you live or die, I know you do.” I step closer and stare her down while my claws just pierce her skin.

Her eyes squint in malice. “Callista,” she grunts out. I cock my brow knowing there’s more. She lets out a frustrated breath. “Callista of the White Ash.”

I remove my hand. “Make your vow, Callista of the White Ash.”

She closes her eyes and tilts her head away, after a deep inhale and quick exhale she stands. “I need your name, Alpha.”

“Alpha Julian Woodard of the Oakridge Pack.” Immediately her eyes turn white and she begins speaking, or rather mumbling. A faint blue light forms between us, connecting my heart and hers. The light fades and her eyes return to the beautiful shade of blue. “That wasn’t so hard, now was it?”

Callista rolls her eyes and crosses her arms. Her tantalizing breasts are pushed up even higher. I lick my lips, I’m dying to taste them. I have enough control to keep my hands to myself, after all, she is a witch. Although she can’t kill me, she can cause me a great deal of pain. “Now I’m stuck. My freedom is gone forever.”

“It won't be that bad, Callista. I’m not going to enslave you, but I will use you when needed. There’s a cottage just over the hill. It’s yours. It’s private and fully furnished.” I tilt my head showing her the direction. “My pack will keep you safe.”

“That is very generous of you Alpha, but I have needs as well.” I look her over, more than willing to fulfill those needs. “Not like that. I’m not blind, I see how much you want me. I would be willing on a few minor conditions.” I cock my brow allowing her to continue. “First off, my name is Giselle to anyone who asks. I require privacy, away from your pack. I want a mile in any direction from the cottage. And I would like freedom to roam at will. I pick my own herbs, but some are not always available to me.”

“I will give you to the river. It winds about half a mile along the west and southern portions of the cottage. Behind that, my territory continues for two miles. You’re free to roam my territory at will, but I must be notified anytime you wish to leave. I might even require an escort depending on where you’re going. My inner circle will be informed of your presence, but no one else. Your portion of the territory will simply be off limits.”

I can see she doesn’t like the terms, but it’s a take-it-or-leave-it situation. She stares unblinkingly into my eyes as she tries to figure me out. Normally this would be a death sentence, but Giselle is a witch, not a were, eye contact is part of being a witch. “Fine. Agreed. I have one more request from you, Alpha.”

“Go on.”

“I want a child. A daughter, in fact. From you.”

“You want me to father a witch's child?” I scoff.

“No, Alpha, I want you to father a daughter. She will be witch only. Any male offspring would be were, but I have no need for them. You can keep, or not, any males if I birth them, but my daughter is mine and mine alone. She will be ignorant of who sires her.” My fingers cuff my mouth as I think this through. “You’ll get to have me as many times as it takes.”

“What of my mate?” I remind the witch.

She chuckles. “Do you take me for a fool, Alpha?” My words are thrown back at me. “There is no mate mark anywhere on your body. Besides if she does show up and our deal has not been closed, I can make a potion that will prevent her from knowing of our... interactions. You’re a young Alpha, but I can feel your strength. That strength would make a powerful witch.”

I am a young Alpha. I took over this pack at 17 by winning a challenge against the previous Alpha. I’m just 19 now, but my place is solid. I’m a strong fighter with an intimidating size. I’ve had three challenges from within my pack and defeated each one easily. I’ve had two other challenges from outside my pack. They were a bit more of a fight, but I still defeated them.

This gorgeous witch that’s now tied to me wants to procreate. Why the fuck not? I grip the top of her arms and lead her back against the rock. Her lips tick up slightly, no fight whatsoever. Without any warning, I pull the top of her dress down revealing the most perfect set of tits I’ve ever seen. One swipe of my thumbs makes her nipples harden into little, suckable pebbles. My mouth falls to them like a suckling babe and she hisses in pleasure.

I reach under her dress and tear her damp panties off. With no warning, no preamble, I lift her leg against my hip and press into her. She gasps out. “No foreplay, Alpha? I’m surprised.” She breathlessly comments.

Pulling off of her supple breast just long enough to speak. “No need. You’re already wet and I’m not going to stop until you’re so full of my cum that it drips down to your toes.”

“So romantic.”

“I’m not here for romance, Giselle. I’m here to fuck, and fuck hard. You want my offspring, you get to bear it, but I guarantee you’ll be screaming my name either way.”

She bites her lip and slowly becomes putty in my hands as I continue to pound into her tight cunt. Her tits bounce as I continue to move back and forth between the two. Gripping her hair, I tilt her head back and sniff at her neck before licking and sucking. She’s not my mate, but she can bear my imitation of a mark. Moving up, I nip at her earlobe and her pussy tightens around me. That’s only the first of many, I plan to take her until the sun rises.

Her pussy clenches around my cock three more times before I release my seed deep into her. I then pick her up and carry her to the cottage that is to be hers from now on. I stand her to her feet and hold her breasts from behind. She looks around, studying each and every inch of the structure, my hands still attached to her. “It needs work. Not much, but I accept it as my home.”

“Great. There’s a bed through that door.” I inform her. She opens the door to look around. I savagely tear her clothes from her body, leaving her dripping and naked before me. “Shall we continue?”

“Of course, Alpha, but now you owe me clothing. That was my only dress.”

“I’ll have some brought to you in the morning. You won't need any until then. Now get on the bed so I can fuck you some more.”

“Yes, Alpha.”

I growl in satisfaction as she slowly postures herself on the bed.

“Giselle!” I call out into the woods surrounding the cottage. It’s been eight months since she came to me. My pack is strong, but I need a Luna. My 20th birthday is nearing and I need my mate by then.

“Here, Alpha.” She calls from far off behind the cottage. I track her scent to find her kneeling in a patch of what looks like nothing more than weeds to me. The area has taken on a new life and plants grow freely. Giselle takes hold of her basket and her rounded belly. I offer her my hand, which she willingly takes. Her pregnancy is only six months along and being a witch, human technology such as ultrasounds don’t work on her. We just have to wait and see what the child is when it’s born. She removes the hood of her cloak to look up at me. “What do you need, Julian?”

We walk side by side back to her cottage. “My mate. I wish to find her before my birthday. I need a Luna for my pack and I need to know where to find her.”

“What makes you think I know the answer to that?”

“Don’t fuck with me, Giselle. I know you have your ways. I know how well you hide your power. I feel it every time you cum around my cock.” Holding her door open, I allow her to enter first.

After setting her basket down, she turns to me. “Very well, but the spell requires your essences.”

I cross my arms over my chest and cock my brow. “My essence?”

She pulls a small paper cup from her cupboard, the kind children use when brushing their teeth. “Fill ‘er up. I need your semen.”

I roll my eyes. “If you need a sample, you know how easy it is to get it.”

Now she rolls her eyes, holding the cup higher. “Untainted, Julian.”

I rip the cup from her hand. “I could use some inspiration.”

“Or you could use your hand. You know where the bathroom is.” She begins sorting her weeds, dismissing me.

Her body always turns me on, but more so knowing my offspring is growing inside her. I remove her cloak and grip her breasts. Being heavy with child they’re even more firm, tantalizing me. I stiffen at the thought of her riding me, her belly nice and round. However, untainted means I can’t fuck her now. “You could use your hand,” I whisper in her ear then nibble her neck.

“If you want the spell to work, get me out of your head.” She kisses my lips then pulls out of my grasp. Letting out a frustrated breath, I take the damned cup to the bathroom and fill it up.

Giselle waves her hand over some concoction in her cast iron cauldron, yes it’s a real fucking cauldron. No spoon is anywhere around as the potion stirs by itself. She inspects my sample and sets it on the mantle. She takes hold of my hand and slices my wrist with her nail. The blood drips into the cauldron then she releases me and adds more ingredients to the pot. My cut heals almost instantly.

I know better than to disturb her while she’s brewing. Her eyes are white as she pours the semen into the cauldron. She stands straight, her body stiff. I sit on the arm of her couch and wait. After a boringly long amount of time, Giselle’s eyes return to the blue color and she looks at me with a smirk. “Your mate is a mousey little rogue and a blonde.” My mouth opens, ready to tell her off. “Don’t worry, she has enough brains to be the Luna. You’ll find her in British Columbia, just north of Victoria on Vancouver Island.”

“A rogue?” No fucking way am I taking in a rogue as my mate.

Giselle chuckles to herself. “She has no family to speak of, but she does have Beta blood running through her veins. She wasn’t always a rogue, you know.”

I settle myself with the information. True mates are always a better choice for an Alpha and his pack. A fucking rogue. I guess it’s better than nothing. The Goddess picked her for a reason. “How the fuck am I supposed to locate a rogue female?” Giselle’s eyes go white as she touches two fingers to my forehead. Flashes from her vision settle into my mind and I know where to go. “Thanks, Giselle.” I kiss her cheek then head home.

“Did it work?” Brayden, my Beta asks as soon as I walk through the door. He’s been my best friend since childhood. He’s 22 and his mate Christina is due around the same time as Giselle.

“Yeah. I’m going to Canada while you watch over the pack. I’m taking Laurent and Gilbert with me.” Laurent is my enforcer and Gilbert is my Gamma. They both came with me when I took over my pack. Laurent is 24 and his mate is tiny compared to him. He’s 6 foot 6, 280 pounds of bulky muscle, Rowena is a sold 98 pounds at 5 foot 3. Gilbert is also 22, unmated, and happens to be my cousin. He has the hots for Giselle, but I refuse to let him fuck her, especially while she’s carrying my pup. Not that anyone knows that. No one is allowed near her. They all know I have a witch, but Gilbert is the only one that has seen her.

“How long are you going to be gone?” He asks as he sits behind his desk.

“Only a few days, depending if she has a passport or not. We may have to run across the border in our wolves. Giselle gave me everything I needed to know as far as finding her.” I purchase tickets for the three of us then head to my room to pack.

Tracking the girl in my mind takes no time and I find her in ragged, filthy clothes, squatting beside a campfire. A single bag sits beside her. I look her over, she’s pretty enough and I’m sure she’s a wonderful person, but the stench of rogue is overwhelming, even though there’s a hint of orchid cutting through. That’s her. That’s my mate. You two surround her, keep her from running. I want her to scent me. We’re in our wolves and my guys get into position as I circle northward. A soft breeze ruffles my fur, sending my scent in her direction. It's obvious when she catches my scent. She becomes rigid and abruptly stands. She’s looking around between the trees, but she doesn’t see me.

“Hello?” She timidly calls out. I let out a soft growl to let her know I’m here. Her eyes snap in my direction. Her breathing becomes labored and she takes a step forward, then stops. She looks around then slowly backs away. I growl to make her stop moving as my guys move in closer. “We’re just going to reject each other, so there’s really no point.”

Like hell we are. Laurent makes a noise, startling my mate. Gilbert gives a small huff. My mate spins trying to locate everyone, but her back is to me. I shift and step out then move quickly. I turn her and pull her tight to me to bite her neck before she has a chance to say anything. She moans and trembles in my arms as the mark settles into her system. My bite sinks deeper and she’s lost to oblivion, her life force washes into me and she’s marked forever as mine. I release my hold on her neck. “Alpha Julian Woodard,” I tell her then kiss her mark, the rotten rogue scent dissipates, and we can breathe easily.

“Ellen Arrington,” she barely whispers.

“It’s Woodard now, my Luna.” She softly giggles and my guys come out from hiding, still in their wolves. I look Ellen over. “I have a hotel in town. Let’s get you cleaned up, then thoroughly fucked. You’re marking me tonight then tomorrow we’re going home.”

“Um.. where is home, Alpha Julian?”

“You’re my mate. You call me Julian. Home is in Oregon. Do you have a passport?” She shakes her head. “I’ll handle it. Grab your bag, let’s go.”

Ellen does as told which pleases me. We shift then all run back to town. I wonder if I would’ve ever found my mate without a witch in my pocket. I rarely visit Canada and with her being rogue chances of her living long are slim. We arrive at the hotel and slip into our rooms. After sending Laurent for clean clothes, I get Ellen into the shower where I wash her and shampoo the dirt from her long thick hair. “Thank you, Julian.”

“No thanks necessary. I take care of what’s mine.” I tell her as I rinse the soap from her hair then apply conditioner.

“You’re very possessive.”

“I’m an Alpha, I have to be or my pack suffers. They need their Luna. You my mate, I hope you’re up to the task. I normally don’t associate with rogues unless I’m killing them.”

“I thought you were going to kill me. When you find out why I’m rogue you may want to.” Ellen barely whispers.

“Try me.” I rinse her hair one more time then turn her around to face me. Goddess, her tits are perky and just waiting for me. I lean forward and pull one into my mouth.

She hisses in delight. “I don’t think I can. Just yet.”

I pull off to switch breasts. “I’m not going to kill my mate. Tell me when you’re ready unless it’s something that affects my pack, I don’t care.” I pull her other breast into my mouth. My cock is hard and ready for her. I reach down to warm her up, “I’m not a virgin.” She whispers. A low, irritated growl immediately escapes me. Although it pisses me off that her body is not only possessed by me, I’m relieved I don’t have to teach her how to fuck. I don’t have to hold back. Once she’s shuddering around my fingers, I move her leg to my hip and enter her. She sighs in relief then holds on to me while I maneuver her however I want. We finish in the shower then move to the wall, then end up on the bed. I let her ride me to her climax when she finally marks me. Another wave of connection snaps into place and I turn us over to pull one more orgasm out of her.

Ellen falls asleep spent, naked, and in my arms, the same way she will the rest of her life. I’m content with her. So far I have no complaints for the moon Goddess in pairing her with me. Now, the true test will be how she is as a Luna.

Alpha, I have clothes for the Luna.

I pull the covers off of us and open the door. “Get in here.” Laurent brings a bag in and hangs the garments in the closet while Gilbert takes a moment to appreciate my mate’s naked body. Her skin is flawless and her hair has waves from drying while we were fucking. I lay behind her and hold her pussy in my hand. My essence is slowly dripping out, satisfying my wolf. “We’re going to have to run across the border then get a private jet from Seattle, unless you can get IDs for her tonight,” I tell him then pull a nipple between my teeth. Ellen moans and turns to face me, still sleeping.

“I’ll get on it right away and see what I can do,” Gilbert says still eyeing her.

“You want to watch while I fuck her?” I ask, knowing he likes to watch, he’s done it before.

“I better not, I have shit to do.” His eyes haven’t left her yet. Pressing into her while she’s still sleeping, I watch Gilbert’s reaction. “Fuck.” He groans out. I squeeze her ass then turn her so he can see her pussy. I enter into her again then set a steady rhythm. His breath hitches and I roughly fondle her breast. She wakes only enough to moan out.

Laurent slaps him on the shoulder. “Come on, we’ve got shit to do.” I laugh as Gilbert finally forces himself out of the room, then finish buried balls deep inside a barely awake Ellen.