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  “There’s a couple dozen eggs in the fridge if this isn’t enough,” I told them all as I swallowed my first bite.

  “How much progress have you seen in Evie since you arrived?” Duke apparently knew how long it’d been, and he clearly wasn’t happy.

  “I think she turned a corner last night. She’s going to be okay.”

  His eyebrows lifted in doubt. “And you’re an expert on this?”

  “No, but she was just a pissed-off teen floundering without someone willing to take control. She’s trying now. She wasn’t before.”

  He sighed. “I’ll hold off two weeks before I bring my brother in, but I can’t keep quiet indefinitely about a year-plus wolf with shaky control.”

  “She’ll have another full moon behind her, and I’ll have my first at that point.” I wasn’t looking forward to coming face to face with my family’s old Alpha, but I’d have to eventually if I was going to live in his territory.

  Dozer stood to get something else to drink, and Evie cringed like she’d been hit. I had no idea why she suddenly smelled terrified until Dozer said, “Explain why I had to belt you, Britches.”

  Ahhhh. Of course. “Evie, almost from the beginning, my wolf decided she was Alpha to your mother, and your mom didn’t protest when I started demanding submission and obedience. My wolf’s used to being the one in charge, and Dozer and I had a battle of wills. He got me to the point I could kneel to him, but I was still having to fight my wolf to do it, which is why we both changed — so he could prove to her he’s dominant, not just me. Dozer isn’t going to strip you naked and beat you. If you don’t show proper submission, he might throw you to the ground and choke you until you do, but he isn’t going to take his belt to you, okay?”

  She just looked at me, unbelieving, and I added, “He let me ride on his back for over a mile coming back, because my feet are tender and it hurt to walk without shoes. He’s a nice guy — but he’s also a wolf. You’re both, too. Someday you’ll be bigger and stronger and you won’t always be at the bottom of the pecking order. When you’re stronger than others, I hope you’ll choose to help them rather than bully them. Do you want to be like Bubba, or like the bikers who helped you today?”

  “How do you know they helped me?”

  “Because you were terrified of the idea of being around male wolves before, and I returned to find you playing with three of the biggest, baddest wolves I know.”

  “They unlocked the cell and then sat on the floor outside and talked to me until I came out.”

  I nodded. “They treated you like a skittish wolf who needed to learn to trust.”

  “I don’t think my wolf has ever played before.” She looked at Bash. “Thank you.”

  I laughed, but cut it short before I offended Bash. He was the last one I’d have figured for making her feel comfortable, but Duke grinned and said, “Bash was once responsible for keeping a moody teenager safe. He’s the one with the experience.”

  I looked in question at Bash and he said, “I prospected in when Angelica was fifteen. Her dad assigned me as her bodyguard. I had to take her to school, pick her up, and escort her when she went out with friends. I also helped her build her car.”

  “And now you’re married? I’m surprised Bud let you live.”

  “We didn’t get together romantically until she got out of college, but whether Bud was inclined to let me live or not wasn’t a sure thing for a while.”

  I’ve fucked Bud, too. Duke kind of assigned me to him when he came up a few weeks ago. Bud’s even bossier in bed than Gonzo, and he likes to spank. Bud even made me stand in the corner with a huge buttplug in my ass and a penis gag in my mouth because I gagged on his cock. The funny thing is… I didn’t hate it. I also managed to keep from gagging the next time he deep throated me — though barely. I’ve masturbated more times than I can count to the memory of the other bikers seeing me naked in the corner, plugged and gagged with my ass red from a spanking.

  Kat told me that before Bash got serious with Angelica, he used to hold impromptu deep-throat competitions amongst all the girls who happened to be in the clubhouse. He’d have everyone go down on him until their lips touched his body and hold for a count of ten. Everyone who gagged had to bare their ass and bend over the pool table for an hour — to be spanked and fucked by whoever wanted in on the action. Everyone who didn’t gag got to do it again, only he’d make his cock longer for the next round. Those who gagged this time only had to spend thirty minutes bent over the pool table. When there was eventually a winner, she got to get Bash off, and then he put her on the pool table on her back near the edge, folded her legs up, and used his mouth to get her off.

  Apparently, Bud started this in Atlanta a year or so after his wife was killed, and Bash brought it to Chattanooga. Kat says when the Atlanta MC is visiting, Bud sometimes does it here, too.

  I’ve only been spanked publicly once — when Bud did it, and he used his hand and didn’t hurt me too bad. I was more embarrassed than hurt.

  The night they made me one of theirs, though, they tied me onto the fuck-table downstairs, which is set up so all three of a girl’s fuck-holes are readily available. I was bound to it around nine in the evening, and they untied me at three in the morning. Everyone not married or in a serious relationship fucked me at least twice — most made it a point to fuck me in all three holes. At the end, they carried me into a room with a drain in the concrete floor, had me lie on the ground on my back spread eagle, and they all pissed on me.

  Apparently, they do this to the wolf bitches but not the human ones, but they decided since I’d grown up as a wolf, I’d understand it was their way of marking me as theirs.

  The thing is, Dawg and Bobcat washed me in the shower afterwards, dried my hair, and then held me the rest of the night. It might sound nightmarish to others — and I’ll readily admit my throat, jaw, pussy, and ass were sore for a week — but I loved it. Well, maybe not being pissed on, but they were right about me understanding and appreciating the symbolism.

  And now, they were about to put themselves in danger to take care of men who weren’t hurting me, but were hurting people who were helping me.

  “Thanks to all of you, for coming to take care of these assholes.”

  “You need a safe place to gain control of your wolf,” said Dozer. “You’re one of ours. We take care of ours.”

  Duke raised his beer bottle to show agreement, and took a long drink. “We should get going. We’ll stop by and let you know what happened, but we won’t stay long and it may only be one or two of us.”

  “I promised I’d walk her through the rabbit test,” said Dozer. “She just ate, so I’ll come back when we finish. I can let her know what happened.”

  * * *

  Dozer didn’t return until six o’clock that evening. I was sound asleep when I heard his bike turn onto on the long driveway, and I was unlocking the cell door as he came in to check on me.

  “Trustworthy with a key in under two weeks?”

  “I won’t abuse it, and I’ll only let myself out for special circumstances. I heard you so I knew I’d be okay.”

  “Evie, get your butt up,” he growled as he looked over my shoulder. “You need to watch this.”

  She moaned and rolled over, and he warned, “I’ll fill your bed with ice if you aren’t up and outside by the time Britches is a wolf.”

  “Why do you call her Britches?”

  “Because her ass can make even ugly britches look good. Now get your butt up and outside.”

  I punched his arm on our way out. “I can’t believe you told her that!”

  Maggie had gone into town to run errands earlier, but now she was outside waiting for us, obviously nervous.

  “Did you get a nap?” I asked her. She had to work tonight and she was going to be exhausted.

  “A little one.” She looked at Dozer. “What happened?”

  “It’s handled. Let’s get Britches through her test and then we’ll talk.”

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bsp; I’ve learned not to ask questions. The fact he came back and didn’t tell me something had gone wrong, meant it was handled. If he wanted me to know more, he’d tell me. The men don’t talk about club business and asking just irritates them.

  Evie came out of the basement, and Dozer nodded to Maggie. “You and Evie stay on the porch. If she loses it, I expect you to keep her on the porch. If she comes into the yard, I’ll dole out consequences to you as her mother, not her as a child — get me?”

  Maggie nodded and Dozer looked to me.

  “I’ll strip with you, but I intend to stay human so I can talk you through it. I won’t change unless you lose control, and if I have to then my wolf’s gonna make your wolf hurt.” He put his arms around me and his mouth to my ear. “If you pass without my having to come down hard on you, I’ll take you to bed with me for the night and we’ll have fun. If you don’t, you’ll stay in the cell and I’ll sleep by myself.”

  “You’re staying the night?”

  “Yeah. Randall’s coming tomorrow to finish cleaning up the mess, so I’ll stay tonight to make sure no one bothers you. Shouldn’t be a problem but I’d like to be sure.”

  Randall? My heart stuttered in my chest. “I thought we’d have two weeks?”

  “Couldn’t be avoided. We tried. I’ll stick around so you don’t have to face him alone.”

  I took a breath and said “Thanks,” instead of the millions of questions running through my head. All lone wolves have to ask permission to live in the Alpha’s territory, and I knew I’d have to face Randall eventually — but I’d wanted my control to be better. He was going to want me to join the Pack and I wasn’t ready to turn him down yet. I needed more time.

  At least I’d have the rabbit test behind me, assuming I passed it.

  Dozer sat in a chair and worked his laces loose, and I pulled my dress off, moved a few feet away, and went to all fours.

  When I change with intent I almost always know who and what I am when I take my first four-legged step. It’s when the wolf takes over and I don’t mean to change that I don’t always know who and what I am.

  I paced a little as I waited for Dozer to get his clothes off, go to the pen, and return with a rabbit.

  At the first scent of the bunny, the wolf-mind threatened to take me over. It was as if I hadn’t eaten in years and was suddenly presented with the best delicacy on Earth. I forced my logical mind to stay in control, though, and dropped to the ground a few seconds before I stood and paced again.

  Dozer walked to the enclosure — a five-foot wide and four-foot tall circle made of chicken wire all around and across the top. He lifted one side and looked at me, and I walked to it and ducked under. He settled the bunny inside with me and dropped the edge.

  The wolf had no idea what thirty minutes meant, she just knew she had to stay in here with the rabbit a long time without hurting it, scaring it, or eating it.

  I did okay at first, lying with my nose touching the chicken wire while the bunny was somewhere behind me trying to be invisible. I could hear its rapid-fire heartbeat, and the smell — oh-my-god the smell — but I managed to keep from turning around and chomping it.

  But wouldn’t you know it — I’d gotten a suicidal bunny who decided curiosity isn’t just for cats, and the damned thing made its way around the circle to sniff my fucking nose. I wasn’t supposed to scare it, so I chuffed to try to maybe alarm it enough to back off, but it leaned against my front leg and got comfortable.

  I looked to Dozer and the bastard was laughing at me, but he straightened up to say, “You’ve got this, Britches. Time’s almost up.”

  I put my muzzle on my paws, closed my eyes, and tried to ignore the rabbit snuggling against me.

  When Dozer finally told me time was up, I didn’t want to eat the bunny anymore. I mean, I did, just not this one. I looked from the other enclosure, to the bunny, to Dozer, and he asked, “You want a different rabbit?”

  It took me a half-dozen breaths to remember there was a way to answer him, and I pushed my nose up and back down.

  He shook his head, but he got another rabbit, exchanged it for the one I’d kept from eating, and took mine back to the hutch.

  The rabbit he brought me was indeed one of the sweetest, most savory things I’d ever eaten. He took the enclosure off me as I was eating, and stood over me, but I knew better than to growl to make him back off.

  He’d already proven his dominance in a myriad of ways — he didn’t need to do it again.

  I stayed wolf a good hour before changing back to human in time for a huge dinner, and the first words out of my mouth were, “The bunny’s going home with me. She isn’t afraid of werewolves so she gets to be my new pet.”

  Dozer shook his head, kissed my forehead, and pointed me towards the kitchen.

  Chapter 5

  Briana

  “They’d formed a seven-person Pack. Both boys had bitten two of their friends. Mickey — the father — had enough control to bend them all to his will.” Dozer shook his head. “That isn’t to say his sons wouldn’t have made the same decisions on their own eventually. Reality’s gonna suck for them though, because now that they’ve raped...”

  He trailed off and I asked, “Randall’s going to give them the ‘join or die’ talk?”

  “He didn’t say, but Duke figured the same thing, and the two of you know him better than the rest of us.”

  I looked at Evie. “Randall’s both fair and practical. If it’s a question of him killing one person to save three, he’s probably going to kill the one. However, if the situation warrants it, he’ll try his best to find a way around it.”

  Evie took a breath. “I’d like to try the rabbit test after my dinner’s had a chance to digest.”

  I opened my mouth to encourage her to wait a few days, but she said, “You were right. I haven’t been trying. I felt sorry for myself and I didn’t want to be a werewolf. It sounds stupid, but I’ve finally realized I can’t pitch a big enough pity party to make God change me back to human. I’m a stupid werewolf and I’m going to have to figure out how to live with it.”

  I wanted to make the decision, but I looked to Dozer to be sure I could. He nodded, and I told Evie, “Not with my bunny, and if you fail it won’t be the end of the world. We’ll think of it as a practice test, just to see how far you’ve come, okay? I’ll be in my wolf form not too far away, while Dozer stays human and talks you through it.”

  * * *

  Evie was fighting the wolf’s instincts, but at three minutes in I wasn’t sure she was going to manage the whole thirty minutes.

  Dozer called her name, I growled and snarled at her, but she had it between her paws and the chickenwire, trapped and terrified while she fought with herself over whether to bite or not.

  Her mother’s voice rang across the backyard as she demanded, “Evelyn Vanessa Matherson, let that bunny go and leave it be this instant.”

  I hadn’t thought Maggie had it in her, but with the realization her daughter would be face-to-face with the Alpha tomorrow, I guess it was the equivalent of the mom who lifts the car off their child to save them.

  Evie let the rabbit go instantly, and Dozer crooned, “Good girl. You’re going to be okay. You can do this, Evie.”

  When her thirty minutes were up, Evie had no problem making a snack of the bunny she’d been locked in with for half an hour, and I went inside to shower and shave while Dozer and Maggie watched over Evie until she came back to human. I may be clean when I come back to human, but I have leg hair, pit hair and pubes. Ick.

  I was in bed reading on my Kindle when Dozer came upstairs. He undressed, settled his gun on the nightstand on his side of the bed, and stretched out beside me on top of the bedspread as if he appreciated the silence.

  I went back to reading, and it was a good fifteen minutes before he spoke.

  “You did good. Randall’s going to be amused you’ve decided to take the bunny home and make it a pet.”

  “Randall’s going to ex
pect me to come home to the Pack.”

  “Are you?”

  “No. The Pack turned their back on me when I didn’t change. They can’t invite me back now.”

  “He can, and he probably will.”

  “Doesn’t mean it’s okay.”

  “You know we’ll all be a lot rougher with you now, right?”

  I set my Kindle on my nightstand. “Because I’m not as breakable as a human anymore, and if you fuck up and break me, perfect health is just a change away.”

  He rolled over and looked up at me. “This feels… odd. I usually bring a girl to bed specifically to fuck her, and then the sleeping and cuddling happens later. I can’t remember the last time I had someone already in bed when I climbed in.”

  “You know I’m a sure thing. The timing might make it different, but I’m not going to turn down anything you want.”

  He smiled. “And you can say that because you know I don’t want to carve your skin off like one peels an apple.”

  I laughed. “Yeah. Ya’ll ask a lot of me, but you also give me lots of orgasms.” I corrected myself. “Well, most of you do. A few of you like telling me I don’t have permission, but that can be hot, too.”

  “Bobcat’s been playing with you more since Bud spanked you and put you in the corner.”

  I nodded but didn’t say anything. Bobcat both scares me and turns me on.

  “I don’t play like them,” he said. “I’m either affectionate, or I’ll wear your ass out with a belt. I’ve never managed to find the in-between place where you can have fun with it.”

  “Don’t ever change for anyone. You’re the perfect amount of rough and gentle, and I’ve enjoyed every minute of sex with you — except for the belting, but that wasn’t about sex. It was our wolves figuring out the pecking order.”

  He chuckled. “Nothing to figure out on my end. My wolf and I know where we are, we just had to explain where you are.”

  I rolled my eyes and he rose over me and took my mouth with a kiss so intense I had to remember to breathe several moments later.