Alpha’s Obsession, Luna’s Revenge:

Allison's POV

Queen Luna Selene thinks she is smart. I am smarter. First, she bribed my mate, Myrah. I didn't consider it a bribe even though initially I was quite unhappy with my mate for having accepted the offer. In retrospect, I accepted this offer because it was not an act of charity but a state responsibility.

Isn't it the responsibility of the state to look after the medical needs? Alpha King William Wolf did not care for the sick and those in need of state support.

I supported King William Wolf because I have been loyal to him. I am a nationalist and hate enemies of the state. Luna Selene is our enemy's daughter. I could not trust her. I do not trust her even now completely. Now, I have begun to see her worth at least.

She gave me the title of a "Beta". I deserved it but alpha William Wolf did not care at all. He is such a vicious man that he made me a vicious scoundrel like him. He made me murder and commit atrocious crimes against innocent and scoundrels alike.

It is pathetic to think about the gruesome murders I have committed. My conscience was dead. I had become a killing machine and I might have certainly not hesitated in killing Queen Luna Selene. I might not have pardoned myself had I killed Luna.

I am a transformed man now but not completely.

I have tasted the blood of everyone from a small kid to very elderly old men and women. The problem with tasting blood is that it is addictive. You become so addicted to blood that your faculty of judgment is often lost when you thirst for blood.

I am still not sure why Dr David took my blood. But why did he make me unconscious and perform surgery?

He could not have been doing it on his own. It must be on the orders of the Queen that he performed surgery. But why would the Queen order surgery on me unless the doctor detected something?

 When I woke up after this surgery, Dr David told me, "You are fine now, Allison. We had to perform surgery on you because I detected a tumor in your body. You are safe now."

The doctor's words were reassuring. It is quite likely that the Dr might not have treated me. He might have reported my tumor to the Queen who might have ordered him to take care of me. Otherwise, why would this doctor care? I have often noted him looking at me viciously. When he looks at me, I feel he is not a healer but a vicious wolf who wants to pierce his canines into my throat.

It is the dirty looks of this Doctor that does not let me settle for a positive opinion of the Queen. This doctor is close to the Queen and his expressions could possibly be the reflection of the Queen's opinion of me.

I trust Rita, who is also close to the Queen. I used to take Rita along with me on several occasions on official duties.

No one knows the secrets between me and Rita. I am sure Rita might have spoken well of me before everyone. That is why my mate Myrah trusts me. My only fear is that Rita might blackmail me for anything she wants from me. She only needs to speak of her relationship with me and our intimate sexual relationships.

Rita did not mind fondling with my gun. She would come to my bedroom whenever we went on difficult missions looking for the trails of enemies and lone wolves. She would ask me politely if I needed anything.

I would smile and nod my head in the affirmative with lust oozing out of my eyes and mouth. She would smile back and cozy up to me.

I have the nasty habit of leaving my official revolver unlocked.

She would take the gun in her hands smiling back lasciviously at me. "It is too dangerous to leave it loose," she would say.

"What if it misfires," she would tease me caressing my loaded revolves.

Her words used to make me wild and each part of my body would begin to get tense. I would begin shifting.

She too would begin shifting in response.

Shifting has its unique advantage. No one recognizes you. You manage to keep your human demeanor nearly intact.

I don't know why baser instincts turn us into wild animals. The shifting is not a voluntary act unless you are a highly evolved wolf.

We would now begin howling and touching each other. 

Foreplay is an evolutionary feature unique to humans. We werewolves have imitated this evolutionary feature due to the virtue of our human companionship. There was no need for us to copy the human traits. In humans, the male and female sex cycles from early excitement to eventual cool down are mismatched.

That is not a problem for us wolves. Our pairs are gifted to peak quickly and maintain the peak for long hours, at times days.

Most of us can't help shifting when we feel sexually excited. That is a fine trick of nature, I suppose. While we give the impression of gentlemen as humans all of us are wolves under the human skin. We wolves have the most aggressive sexual life.

Can you believe, what Rita is capable of when in bed? She gives the appearance of a perfect lady, shy and docile who keeps her emotions under control. She speaks less and she speaks politely, but the wild ruckus she can create in the bedroom is incredible.

It is not uncommon for one of the mates to die because the sexual encounters are violent. Gnashes are common. If you are not careful, your mate might tear away your cock. We have registered several police complaints against violent mates.

But if we keep investigating and arresting the violent partners, everyone will be incarcerated. I have heard mind-boggling stories about our patriarch William Wolf. Never did a day pass, when he would not kill his mate. His father had his harem dismantled because females were scared of him. Several of them were mercilessly butchered. While his case is an example of an extreme case, it is not uncommon for partners to die while indulging in frenzied sex.

If the humans see us making love, they might feel disturbed. It is like a wild beastly flight and a fine example of all kinds of deviant sexual behavior.

It is not uncommon for our sexual organs to get locked, so it would be impossible to be extricated unless pulled apart forcefully. Once my cock got stuck inside Rita, and she began howling so violently that I had to plead to stop howling. She got so agitated that she bent her agile body and brought her gnawing teeth close to the point where it was stuck. She might have torn my cock apart, had I not punched her hard on her face.

I don't know why I am rambling. I have been assigned the task of misguiding the old patriarch and finding out the whereabouts of Alpha Mark Donnell. I am pretty close to the royal palace but my sixth sense tells me to be careful…