Devil Dawg Donnelly

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Devil Dawg Donnelly's: Revelations

Chapter Eight:

"Marines don't know how to spell the word defeat!"

General James Mad Dog Mattis USMC

"Oh, what a tangled web we weave when first we practice to deceive!" Sir Walter Scott's infamous words ring just as true today as they did in 1808, and Carl McGregor felt the worse for his part in their deception.

Billy was visibly upset with them, meaning himself, Max, and Hank for not being able to spend time with Baxter before he was whisked away to North Carolina by Hank Bauers.

The deception, of course, was them deliberately keeping the pair apart until Baxter could undergo his Heritage ceremony. The reason, however, was far more complicated than that.

All of them, with the exception of Billy, knew Baxter was in love with him, that he had been for years. Something completely self-revealing since he hit puberty, and the boys raging hormones, and phenomenal output unmasked that bit of truth.

Baxter, confused, and unsure of Billy's feelings, hid his own, choosing not to risk their lifelong friendship, instead of just telling Billy how he felt.

And then there was Billy himself; it was clear he felt deeply for Baxter, but those feelings were as repressed as the society he grew up in, dictating what was socially acceptable, and what wasn't. Something Max and he were just as guilty of, for being overly protective, and less of a positive influence.

Billy didn't really bear any hatred or dislike toward gay people. Recently he had been even demonstrating a certain level of growing acceptance, partially, through his interactions with both Timmy, and Gavin, but also with his ever-evolving comfort with sex between him, and members of the same sex.

But that was the conundrum, sex, and love are two separate things. Baxter felt both for Billy, however, Billy ... his feelings are a Hodge-podge of things, from a sense of brotherhood, and camaraderie to friendship, and even an undercurrent of sexual attraction, with each, and everyone conflating, and obfuscating the other.

But... that would all change in an instant if the two were to get anywhere near each other.

Now that Billy has been through his Heritage ceremony, the unleashing of his beast, his wolf, had also unlocked the senses he shared with it, and they knew, that just one strong whiff of Baxter would reveal all that he had kept hidden, and Billy would be thrust headlong, and unsuspecting into a morass of pent up emotions, and desires he wasn't prepared to navigate, and hence the danger.

It would have been preferable had they been exactly like him, and Max had been. Discovering their love for each other at an early age, well before their Heritage ceremony, and acting on it, exploring each other both emotionally, and physically.

Neither Max nor he doubted for an instant that Billy loved Baxter, but as they both knew all too well, that so near a first-time change, strong emotions could spark a spontaneous one, and considering who, and what they suspected Billy to be, and with the levels of raw uncontrolled strength he has already exhibited, such a confrontation was best left until both parties were on a more equal footing.

Which now leaves Carl in the state of mind he is now.

This was an ages-old bone of contention between him, Danal, and Max. The Codex prohibits those of the Heritage from revealing their beast to those who would one day become part of it.

The reasoning was partly sound, Max's oldest son very much being a perfect cautionary example.

Michael was told at a very young age what his father was, and Michael believed he would become just like him, maybe even stronger... Michael believed to the core of his being that he would be an Alpha, just like his Dad, except he wasn't. Max even knew this before his Heritage ceremony and tried repeatedly to prepare Michael for it, but it was pointless. It only made him more determined to prove his father wrong, and when it turned out to be contrary to what he expected, he turned on his father, believing wholeheartedly that Max had somehow prevented him from his destiny, had purposely held him back in favor of one of his younger siblings, and it had helped poison his thinking.

This scenario wasn't new, it had played out like that many times before, usually ending in violent confrontations and bloodshed. Hence that part of the code, that determined the mystery of revelation was meant to be self-evident on the day of transformation, a celebration without expectation or foreknowledge to jade the outcome.

But, this was also Carl's point of contention, what Baxter knew was immaterial to what they should be telling Billy. Carl was fine with Baxter coming into his Heritage just as the Codex portrayed it should be, and he fully understood those reasons, having lived them himself. But Billy wouldn't be seeing Baxter until then, and there was no valid reason he shouldn't know what to expect, instead of letting him suffer now, thinking that Baxter was avoiding him or that they were trying to keep them apart.

This wasn't a typical coming out on your own time sort of situation, regardless of whether Baxter did or not beforehand, that cat would be out of the bag regardless, once he stood face to face with Billy, whether it was before or after the fact.

Carl was absolutely sure, that Billy deserved to know what he was facing, and they should be helping him instead of trying to keep it under wraps.

It had only nearly taken him the entire evening, and most of the early morning to make both Max, and Danal see how upset Billy was after they told him Baxter left with Hank; that they finally accepted that maybe it would be better for all concerned that Billy know what to expect, and though they both still had their trepidation's, they had all finally come to the same determination and had agreed that he and Max would meet with Billy, and try to ease his mind, especially today of all days when they were meant to be celebrating.

This now brought them to their current dilemma, with everything going on that day, and Billy playing a big role in it, he had just suddenly jumped in the truck his dad had given him and taken off.

Of course, their biggest fears had been that he was in hot pursuit of Baxter, and was well on his way to North Carolina, but the reality was, after many phone calls, and some rather sneaky tracking done by Brock Gryzinski, they had located Billy at Gavin's house, where he was currently helping Gavin, and his mom get settled back in, checking on Gavin's mom's security arrangements, before heading back with Gavin so he wouldn't miss out on the afternoon celebrations.

Since yesterday afternoon, when Princess made his big splash at the Quorum, little did he know, that it would just be the benchmark for a whirling dervish of events leading up to now.

There was a flurry of activities going on around him, with both Brock, and Princess at the center of it, barking commands, and instructions right, and left, until Carl hard nearly twirled himself dizzy just visually trying to keep up with it all.

Princess had gotten up early that morning, confiscating Max's credit card before commandeering a caravan of vehicles, and drivers to head into Macon.

A few hours later, they were back with the vehicles stuffed to the brim with goods, and for the last two hours, the grounds of the compound had become a near war zone of special projects all orchestrated by the only two humans for miles around.

One of which, was even now giving Danal what for, to Carl's amusement.

"That attitude may work on everyone else you grumpy old geezer, but I don't have any problem with bitch slapping a senior citizen..." Princess quipped, then rolled his eyes skyward a finger on his chin, quickly adding: "Maybe in your case, it should be a rolled-up newspaper on the snout."

Danal glowered at him for a moment, his arms folded over his chest defiantly: "Did I miss the memo now proclaiming you as the center of the universe young man?"

Princess smiled sardonically, retorting: "Maybe you missed it while they were changing your adult diaper, which is what you're going to need if you try, and wear that creepy ass get up this evening."

Obviously annoyed, Danal proclaimed: "That creepy ass get up as you put it, is part of our Heritage, and is the customary vestment of a Green Father, and member of the Council of Greges, and is worn to all ceremonies conducted in regards to those within the Heritage."

Princess didn't back down, responding with a smirk: "Think left and think right, think low and think high, think about all the thinks you can try, then think once again and think about this, think we'll just give that shit a miss."

Danal smiled, shaking his head: "Well aren't you just a fun-filled little lollipop of psycho."

Winking wickedly Princess giggled: "If by that you mean you'll wear something normal so we can take pictures, and not have everybody think it was just a big joke because some crazy grandpa in deer antlers and a rabbit fur speedo is in all of them, then you'd be correct."

Busting out in laughter, Danal chortled: "Since you asked so nicely, I guess I can make an exception this one time."

Princess clapped his hands happily: "I forgot my little bag of milk bones back in my tent, I'll have to give you your treat later."

Shaking his head, Carl walked away from them, wondering to himself how they were ever going to make it through this day.

It was high noon, and despite the rumble in his belly, the very thought of food was the furthest thing from his mind.

Well... maybe not the furthest.

"I'd kill for a bag of boiled peanuts right now." JD heard himself say aloud, more as a way of breaking the silence that surrounded him as he sat there alone in the cabin, a persistent reminder of the chaos that was otherwise exploding all around him in a furious hubbub of activity, most of which was for his benefit, while he was left here, alone, with only his own thoughts for companionship.

As fate would have it, the thoughts roiling within his head, mirrored the bustling swarm outside.

He'd been pondering the what if's in his life, like, what if he had never gone to that stupid party that night, and drank spiked beer with his buddies, and allowing that fucking bitch Andrea Thomas to lure him into one of the back bedrooms where she practically threw herself at him, and nearly ripping his clothes off in the process, all for some puerile, and juvenile attempt at exacting revenge on what she perceived as overbearing parents.

Thoughts that made him wish he had heeded, and obeyed his father.

After all, he'd been through, there was no longer a singular doubt in his heart or head, that almost every single word or action, every perceived slight or punitive action, throughout his life, had happened because his Dad loved him, and only wanted what was best for him and his brother's.

And the night before had been no exception. Even when his Dad was forced into a position that demanded, and dictated that he must rule against him. Even then, his Dad had managed to forge a path forward for him, had orchestrated, and conducted, on his behalf, a future he would have never considered on his own, or accepted, had he not realized or seen it for what it was, his best possible choice.

It wasn't perfect, nor exactly what he would have envisioned ideal, but it was doable, it had potential, and would completely depend on both the work and effort he put into it. A second chance and a path forward just like his Dad had promised.

His thoughts lingered there as he dwelt on the events leading up to his momentous decision.

Timmy had just soundly beat and defeated Paul Lakatos's gamma, something he did to fend off a heated confrontation between his brother Billy, and Paul.

JD was still trying to come to grips with the whole Heritage thing; accept that within him, lurked the capacity to awaken an inner beast that would meld with him mentally, and physically, allowing him to change into some large wolf-like creature.

He was still learning what he could from Jake, and a couple of the others about the whole alpha/beta/gamma dynamic, and was hoping to get the chance to sit down with his Dad, and have him explain their whole family history to him, in more detail. What he had been able to piece together, that his breaking of the Code was deeply steeped in that whole social hierarchy order that seemed intrinsic to their nature.

JD had broken the chain by impregnating a girl before his change. It was never about denying him sex or sexual pleasure, it was about responsibility, duty, and honor, and not least of all, obedience.

The beast within him, who still awaited release, may now never be set free because of his actions.

Only an alpha may mate within a pack or approve one within it, that was the natural order of things, it was what the beast within them demanded of them. It was a price they all paid.

Sex, in part, is how they define a hierarchy within a pack, from alphas on down to omegas. Most are born and destined to become one or the other, but penultimately, it is the alpha's decision that matter's most.

Under normal circumstances, JD's inner wolf, though still latent, would have instinctively driven him to reject an unsanctioned mating. It would have seen it as an act of rebellion against the natural order and would have compelled him into compliance, but the combination of alcohol, artificial sexual stimulants, and the repeated seductive attempts by Andrea, and her cronies, had helped dull those instincts within him.

Even at the time, he had known and felt it was wrong, but he had allowed an awkward social dynamic, coupled by those other factors to overrule his natural instincts, culminating in his presence now at a Quorum of alphas, led by his own father, to decide his fate.

Danal, and Carl had explained what could potentially happen, his own dad being unable to even consider, let alone describe what they were certain would be demanded of him to do because of his position as Alpha Regent.

Danal had said the Codex was clear, that those who mate before their time, meaning his coming of age, and transformation, have severed the bond between man, and beast, and has forfeited his place within the Heritage. The prescribed sentence was, that his beast is allowed to whither, and ultimately die, leaving only the man, to suffer the consequences of his actions, and choices.

JD had remembered how his dad had left the room at that moment, unable to even hear it discussed aloud let alone consider it a possibility.

Even now, just replaying the memory of it in his head, brought tears to his eyes at the pain his actions had caused his father, to all those closest to him.

Once again, his father's words had proven right, when he first confronted him months ago and declared he had no idea what he had done, and concluding that he had destroyed whatever future he might have had.

Standing there, before the Quorum, he had felt the full weight of his father's words, and meaning, knew the pain, even now he was causing him as he was now placed in the difficult position to rule against his own son, his flesh, and blood.

Danal had haltingly whispered what that truly meant, that the Quorum would expect Max to reject his own son, and permanently exclude him from anything concerning the Heritage. JD would become an outsider in his own home, and even those closest to him would be forbidden to discuss anything concerning the Heritage, that most, in fact, would probably shun him.

Even the displaced, the dispersers like Atticus, and his men, still had the hope of future acceptance, and placement within the Heritage, even if it never happened.

The magnitude of it all, nearly crushing the very breath out of him.

So it came as no surprise, that after Timmy's little display, and things had finally settled down, that once again the topic of his breaking of the code reared its ugly head.

No less than four guys stood to speak out against him, but over half the voices in the room egged them on, and it became quickly clear to JD that his proverbial goose was cooked.

Through it all, JD just stood there with his brother beside him, with his head bowed, wishing he could have been anywhere else except there, knowing that almost everything they were saying about him was things he had thought about himself. He had known what he was doing was wrong at the time, he was guilty of disobeying his father, and not respecting his authority, something that was almost unthinkable to those of the Heritage. One simply did not disobey their sire let alone one that was an alpha to boot.

It was just plain and simply unfathomable, and indefensible to them. And as he chanced a quick side look toward his father, sitting there with Jason on one side, and Danal on the other, Carl's supportive hand on his right shoulder right behind him. He could see the hurt in his eyes, the pain of worry he had put there. That devastated him more than their accusations or recriminations.

Both Danal, and Carl had cautioned him repeatedly not to speak during the Quorum, to be contrite as possible. They knew there would be many voices raised against him, some with genuine disgust, and others who would use it to call into doubt the efficacy of his fathers leadership if he couldn't even control his own son.

They had warned him, that any rebellious words or actions during the Quorum by him, would only codify, and add weight to their accusations, and it was for that reason alone, he remained silent.

But he did have questions, the one most prescient coming to mind, was how could they hold him accountable for something he didn't even know existed?

He understood the reasoning behind them keeping what they were from little kids, who could scarcely be expected to keep such a momentous thing a secret, but he didn't exactly buy into the whole belief it would have put unreal expectations on him had he known who, and what he was. Sure, they could cite his older brother as the perfect example of why they didn't, but Michael didn't come by that conclusion by himself, their mother had planted that seed in his head when he was a little boy.

In fact, JD could argue, that the only way around the damage their mother had done to his older brother was by more exposure about who he was, not less.

He had learned a lot about the Heritage in the last couple of days, and while he understood the potential devastation the knowledge of who they were might bring if they were exposed to the outside world, wouldn't it be better, if like the humans, they raised their children openly in their own communities with only limited exposure to the outside world until they were older and mature enough to understand the risk?

There was something else he had learned as well, not all humans were a threat to them. A sentiment he was certain his father shared with him.

It was obvious how much they feared exposure to the human world, their overreaction to Timmy's presence at the Quorum was evidence enough of that, but look at what that limited exposure had brought about, strong staunch allies to their cause, with at least one unexpectedly affected by the same metal medallion that they were affected by. What more might a controlled exposure, and openness garner that they had never known existed before?

No, what JD was learning more than anything else, that despite all the macho bravado, fear gripped the Heritage, to its core. But JD knew a caged or cornered animal either cowered, and withered in fear or lashed out and made its presence, and right to exist mean something.

But all said, and done, he was still only one sixteen-year-old boy, surrounded by those who would see his voice forever silenced within their limited scope of existence.

So, he remained silent, comforted by the knowledge that there were those among these frightened beasts, that still loved, and cared for him.

Still, it did surprise him, that it was Jason Griffen instead of his father who suddenly stood, demanding to be heard, and presenting his one way out of all of this.

"As many of you know..." Jason began, his deep baritone voice commanding the attention of the room, as all eyes turned to him: "I have recently been named Co-Regent of the Southern District, a title I share with Max Donnelly..."

Jason had barely gotten those words out, when a burly, gruff-looking man in the back stood up and stepped forward, his shoulders thrown back in a defiant stance, his voice booming: "This Quorum has yet to recognize your bold claim, and I for one refuse to recognize or consider it from a boy who isn't even of age to claim his Heritage let alone speak as one of us!"

Feeling not only his authority but his very existence challenged, Jason stepped forward onto the main floor, directly parallel to his opposition, the irises of his eyes suddenly a blaze of blue fire. JD sensed Jason was only seconds away from transforming into the lycanthropic creature he had changed into just a couple of days ago, before going on a murderous, bloody spree that he had heard was unrivaled by anyone else in that room.

JD considered it fortunate that it was at that time his father rose, placing a restraining hand on Jason's shoulder, before slowly, and deliberately crossing the room until he stood directly in front of the man who had spoken against Jason.

Though they both seemed of equal size, by some trick of his perception, his father seemed to tower over the other man, and the entire room fell into a hushed silence as his father spoke: "Benjamin Frakes I do NOT require yours or the Quorums approval in naming my legitimate successor, and unless you intend to challenge my authority as Alpha Regent to the Southern District then you WILL sit down, and listen to what Alpha Regent Jason Griffen has to say to you all, or we can go to the Ceremonial grounds, and address your grievances Alpha to Alpha, as custom dictates."

His dad emphasized his point by jabbing his index finger into the other man's chest, his own irises flashing a brilliant azure, his deep voice near to a growl: "You choose which its going to be!"

It hadn't surprised JD that the man, mere seconds later, bowed his head slightly, calmly declaring: "I meant no disrespect to you Alpha Regent, but there are many of us who don't understand how from one day to the next, Bannor Griffen, who died without an heir, suddenly has one that wasn't even born until well over two years after his death."

His dad had answered by calling Jason over to him, putting his hands on his shoulders, and turning him around the room slowly in a full circle: "Many in this room knew Bannor Griffen personally, of those who knew or met him like myself, seeing, and scenting Jason now, is there any amongst you who can deny his claim?"

You could have heard a pin drop, until a single voice, that of Hadrian Mumsford spoke out: "I knew Bannor Griffen's family well, and the man himself. I would almost swear by the Progenitor that he had been resurrected, reborn or Xerox copied in some manner, and now stood before us to claim what was always meant to be his, how it has come about is immaterial, only that it is so..." He paused for a second, in what JD was sure had been purely intended for dramatic effect, before concluding: "Max's own actions speak to that truth, and I say as a Green Father to the Northern District, and member in good standing of the Council of Greges, alongside, and in agreement with my brother Danal, that we hear this young Alpha's words, and show him the proper respect he is due by both his birthright and by the authority the Alpha Regent Max Donnelly has bestowed upon him."

The surprise of the evening came when Paul Lakatos stood, after a short silence after Hadrian's words, and simply added his voice to Max's, and Hadrian's: "I second both Max's, and the good Councilor's claims. Let Jason speak, so that we may heed his words as our new Alpha regent elect."

A small murmur of agreement spread across the room as both Hadrian, and Max returned to their respective seats, leaving Jason the floor, and the ears of the Quorum.

Before he spoke, he had timidly locked eyes with JD, giving him a faint, wane smile, before he looked away, and began addressing the room: "I know the issue before this Quorum is the breaking of a time-honored tradition within our ranks about mating, and the siring of offspring being a sacred part of that..." Jason looked around the room, making eye contact with a few who made comments to that effect: "I cannot speak for every young man who later became part of the Heritage, but I can speak to the fact, that as a teenage male myself, and one who didn't have the guidance that the majority of you had regarding the code, that I can see how the implementation of it on those who do not know it's full context, could so easily disregard it."

Jason paused again, allowing those that began to murmur their descent to die down before continuing: "I myself, if not for the timely intercession of Max Donnelly could have counted himself amongst those who faced what you are now doing to JD, Max's son if he had not imparted the importance of not mating with a female until the appropriate time, and with the appropriate maturity to me."

Jason walked around the room as he spoke, his head held high as several others within the room voiced their agreement, and urged him on: "JD broke the code, there is no doubt about it, nor does he deny that he did, but he did so because as a regular teenage boy, he reacted as just that, just another teenage boy who chaffed against what he perceived, as his father's old fashioned expectations, not in defiance of a code that has existed for more years than can be remembered by most, but because he had no idea about who, and what he was, and would become."

JD couldn't take his eyes off Jason, he was putting into words exactly what he truly felt in his heart, and apparently in the heart, and minds of others as well, judging by the murmurs of agreement, and their nodding heads.

"I lack the authority to change that about the codex..." He said, adding: "I can say, I could have easily been where JD is now, and I can not, and will not be counted amongst those who now condemn him for something he didn't even know existed..." Jason took a deep breath, letting it out slowly, allowing his nerves to settle as everyone patiently waited for him to continue.

"Duty-bound as Alpha of the Southern District, I took it upon myself to study this part of the codex with the help of Danal.." He smiled faintly, nodding his head slightly toward the elderly alpha, and keeper of the Codex: "And while what this Quorum seeks by means of strict adherence to its sacred text, handed down by the Progenitor himself, I must admit I read with the veil of hope that I would find a way that would both honor the Codex, and not so harshly banish one so young from ever knowing the joy and fulfillment of being part of that shared destiny."

There were a few rumbles of disquieting descent amongst the ranks of the Quorum, until both Danal, and Hadrian shushed them into silence, allowing Jason to continue: "And while I can not, in good conscious grant JD a blanket pardon for his offense, it did come to my awareness, I can grant one of the greatest desires of my new Gamma, whose sole wish revealed a way that I, and this Quorum may find acceptable."

Right on cue, Jake stood, bowing his head first to his Alpha, and then to the general assembly, his broad cleft chin held high as he addressed them: "Upon my submission, and acceptance of my Alpha's call to join his pack, we spent many hours discussing the various things that I as his Gamma, and the first member of his pack may do to accomplish his goals. Well into our discussions, my Alpha turned to me and asked me if there was one thing in this world I wanted more than anything else, and I enthusiastically spoke my hearts desire to him, without reservation or hesitation, and he was so inclined to grant it, so long as both Danal and Max agreed."

The room fell deathly silent as all eyes followed Jake as he slowly made his way over to where JD was standing until less than a foot separated them, he reached for JD's hand, and took it in his own, cupping it between both of his, gazing proudly into JD's questioning eyes, beckoning, and imploring JD as he spoke, neither fearful or timid in his request: "James David Donnelly it is my desire as both man, and as a proud Gamma to Jason Griffen, if I might have your hand in marriage, as is customary to both man, and pack law?"

JD watched as Jake knelt on one knee before him, producing a small black box that he opened revealing the shiny gold band of gleaming gold within, the hushed silence in the room a cacophony of held, expectant breaths with only the sounds of both his, and Jake's heartbeats passing between them.

Just for a second JD's eyes sought out those of his father's, and seeing reflected there what he already knew in his heart.

Smiling faintly, his cheeks blushing profusely, JD gave the only answer that echoed and reverberated in the corridors of both his heart and mind.

"Yes!"

"Come on dude, we gotta kick it in gear, I gotta wedding to go to, and I can't be late, I'm the best man!" Billy Donnelly barked at Gavin Hollis as he continued to stuff his backpack with everything, and anything he could think of that he might need during the rest of his stay at the Compound.

His mom was home now, still a bit sore from the bruises, and stitches she had, but extremely happy to be out of the hospital, and growing a bit impatient with Gavin's constant fussing.

She had practically insisted Gavin go back with Billy when he arrived that morning, not in the least bit worried about his or her own safety, not with armed guards stationed at their front, and back door. Courtesy of Max Donnelly, Billy's dad, not to mention the frequent checks by local authorities.

His mom had grown particularly fond of Barin Young, the handsome, polite Texan who just oozed southern charm, and kept his mother laughing, and feeling at ease.

Gavin was also happy Carl had paid them that visit at the hospital, and filled his mother in on what all had happened, and did his best to explain, with Baxter's mom's Anna there to help soften the blow, on the who, and what's about the Heritage.

She had taken it all rather calmly considering and actually felt her son was in safer hands than he normally would have been under similar circumstances. The fact he was still alive after what that man had told her the other night, had worked miracles on any doubts she may have had.

Just as Gavin loaded his laptop, and zipped his backpack shut, Barin poked his head in the door telling Billy that the truck was gassed up, and everything loaded, before casting a dubious glance toward Gavin then back at Billy: "If we're still gonna make that other stop on the way back we need to hit the road ASAP or you're not gonna make it in time." Barin said calmly, as Billy shot Gavin another stern glare.

"Wuh? I'm ready, okay, it's not like you didn't waste over an hour this morning finding a suit last minute that fits your big ass." Gavin hissed, brushing past Billy as he shouldered his backpack, and headed down the hallway toward the front door.

Billy snorted as he followed after him, Barin in tow: "I can't help it if I've grown so much since we started training. Dad said just going through the ceremony could cause a final growth spurt, and apparently its kicking in 'cause I can barely fit into any of my clothes right now."

Gavin chuckled, shooting him a snarky look over his shoulder: "Sure Jan, no way it could be all those Double Stuffed Oreo's you cram down your gullet when you think no one is watching."

"I do NOT" Billy retorted defensively, causing a slight humorous snort behind him.

Billy turned to glower at Barin, who just looked up at him innocently before saying matter of fact: "I've seen ya do it..." adding quickly: "Just sayin' Sir." before pushing past him to get the front door for Gavin, and him.

Despite their rocky start, they soon made good time, noting how much easier it was to move through town on a Sunday during a time that most people were either home or in church, and before they knew it, Billy had them on the main road out of town, with the only stop being Arliss Gundarson's family farm, which was luckily along the way to their final destination.

While Billy drove, Barin road shotgun, and fidgeted with the navigational controls before announcing: "We'll have only about half an hour to visit your friend before we need to be back on the road again, that is if we're gonna have the best man back in time for the wedding."

Gavin leaned forward from the back seat: "It won't take long, I just want to make sure he's okay, and personally thank him for everything he did for my mom the other night."

Billy shot him a look in the rearview mirror: "I was just kidding back there, we can take whatever time you need with Arliss..."Billy stated sincerely, adding with a chuckle: "Besides, I've never known my little brother being on time for anything, we'll be lucky if it happens before midnight."

They fell silent for a moment, each lost in their own thoughts, when Barin finally broke the spell, positing: "This fella of yours, he must be one big tough hombre to take down one of us, even if he was just a kraut."

Billy snorted out a chuckle, catching both of their attention: "Dude, Arliss Gundarson could almost make two of me, Jake Bauers and that guy Timmy beat the crap out of yesterday are the only two guys I've met bigger than him, and Arliss is only eighteen. I'm tellin' ya, the guys packin' some serious guns."

"Probably all that hard farm work he does all day" Gavin added, smiling bemusedly at Barin who had just called Arliss his fella and thinking solemnly to himself: "I wish."

"Well, no need to imagine..." Billy stated as he turned onto the dirt road that led to the Gundarson farm: "You're gonna meet him yourself in a minute or two."

Billy had no sooner pulled into the gravel area in front of the Gundarson two-story farmhouse, when a very surprised Arliss shouted a greeting, waving his arms overhead as he strutted toward them from the large barn off to the left of the house.

Gavin jumped out of the back seat of the truck and nearly ran to greet him until the two came crashing together in a huge hug.

Billy, and Barin both hung back, leaning against the side of the S150 his dad had given him, allowing the two friends a few moments alone together.

To their right, Billy, and Barin almost turned in unison as Arliss's parents came out of the house grimacing, first at them, and then over at Gavin, and Arliss.

It was Arliss's dad who spoke up first: "Don't be gettin' comfortable I want you two to grab that trouble maker ya brought here, and skedaddle pronto!."

Gavin had told Billy that the Gundarson's weren't the most sociable people in the world, under the best of circumstances, but then again, their son had just put himself in mortal danger on Gavin's behalf. Surely they understood that if Arliss hadn't been there, Gavin would now be an orphan.

Still, Billy tried to put their minds at ease: "We only stopped by so Gavin could thank Arliss face to face for all he did, and then we'll be on our way, I promise."

"We don't care what your intentions are..." Mavis Gundarson practically shrieked at them, shaking her bony finger toward Gavin accusatorily: "That ones been nuthin but trouble from day one puttin' big ideas in our son's head, and then he goes, and tries to get him killed to boot!"

Her tone was extremely agitated, and hostile, constantly shooting daggers with her eyes at Gavin.

Douglas Gundarson was no better, shouting at Arliss: "Get away from that boy, and get back to your chores Arliss Gundarson, we've already lost two whole days because of all this foolishness, and all we got from it is more misery, and a big hospital bill to go with it, all because of him!"

Billy once again tried to intercede on Gavin's behalf: "Mr. Gundarson your son is a hero, if it wasn't for his bravery, Gavin's mother would be dead right now..." Billy walked toward them as he spoke, trying to entreat them for Gavin's sake: "Let me talk to my father, I'm sure he would be willing to work something out to cover Arliss's medical bills, heck..." Billy paused, looking over to a stricken, pale Gavin, who was obviously appalled that the Gundarson's thought so poorly of him, and was now trying to forbid his friendship with Arliss.

As Billy drew closer to them, his hand stretched out imploringly as he added: "If it would help, we could all come back tomorrow, and help catch the work back up."

Arliss's dad looked down from his porch at Billy, the glint in his eyes telling Billy he was having none of it: "Boy, I don't know you or who your pa is, and I don't want to know, now grab that one over there, and get off my land before I call the law on the lot of ya for trespassin'. And never come back!"

Billy was about to give up, his temper was already starting to flare, and he didn't want to risk losing control in front of the Gundarson's, when he felt the tug on his elbow, and whirled to see Barin glaring steely-eyed back at him, caution was written on his face as he scented the air before speaking softly: "Something ain't right here Sir." was all he said, and it was all Billy needed, because at that moment he caught an all to familiar scent, and it wasn't him or Barin he was picking up radiating lycanthropic anger pheromones.

Billy whirled back at the Gundarson's as both Arliss, and Gavin began to approach them, though still about fifteen feet away.

"Stop right there both of you!" there was no doubt who Billy had meant, as both Gavin, and Arliss froze on the cobblestone path that lead up to the front of the house.

Billy snatched Barin by the arm and walked him quickly over to Arliss. He wasn't exactly sure if what he suspected was true, he wasn't even sure if he had it all figured out in his head, but he was a lot newer to this whole smell thing, and right now he needed Barin's nose to confirm something he suspected. Something that was still formulating in the back of his mind, scratching to get out, drawing closer, and closer, causing his blood to beat like drums in his ears as it drew nearer the surface, clawing to get out.

Billy stared intensely into Barin's eyes as he pointed to Arliss, whispering in Barin's ear: "What do you smell?"

Gavin shot them both a quizzical look until he saw Barin deliberately sniff Arliss before turning back to Billy, and nodding his head affirmatively, Barin's face a blank slate, devoid of emotion.

The phrase "To smart for his own good" had been one that had haunted Gavin most of his life, he knew his own mother had held him purposely back in school instead of allowing him to advance as quickly as he could have, wanting to make sure her son grew emotionally, and socially as well as academically amongst peers his own age.

One look at both Barin, and Billy was like reading an entire book, except this book was about Arliss Gundarson, his parents, and a secret he now understood they had been withholding from their son, and it was making him very, very angry, the type of angry that bereft people of both caution, and reason.

Thankfully, this time, Billy was ahead of him for a change, and just as Gavin was about to charge after both Douglas and Mavis Gundarson he found Billy's hand barring his way, pressed firmly against his chest, right over his rapidly beating heart.

"Why don't you go play some tunes for Arliss in my truck, I'm sure he'd appreciate the sound system, while I continue my chat with his parents.

Arliss looked at both Billy, and Gavin questioningly forcing Gavin to tell a little white lie: "Seems your parents want to get to know Billy, and he wants to tell them about this amazing offer they can't possibly refuse, and I'm sure that with just the right kind of persuasion, Billy might just get them to agree to a little R&R up at his families compound, and private getaway spot."

Arliss beamed back at Gavin, and then questioningly to Billy: "You mean like a vacation?"

Gavin shook his head affirmatively, smiling as normally as he could.

"Will you be there too?" Arliss queried the glint in his eye the same excitement he had seen when he took Arliss out for his eighteenth birthday.

"Of course I'll be there, we'll have such a blast, you'll never want it to end."

Gavin took an excited Arliss by the elbow and led him towards Billy's truck, just as Barin fell in line behind Billy as he returned to speak to the Gundarson's.

As Billy approached the Gundarson's porch, he could see by the look in Douglas's eyes, his mood had not improved, if anything it had worsened as both he, and his wife now watched their son climb into Billy's truck right behind Gavin, the very boy they had just ordered Billy to remove from their premises.

The fury building behind Douglas Gundarson's eyes reflected in the cadence of his voice as well: "I don't know who you think you are boy ..." he fired at Billy, his eyes shooting icy daggers right into Billy's as he approached the steps to their porch, and began climbing them, much to their dismay, and chagrin.

Billy bowed his head slightly, his own eyes cold, and methodical, peering from beneath the rim of his eyebrows: "My name is Billy Donnelly..." he hissed, just as the direction of the wind had changed, and blew against his back, his scent hitting Douglas Gundarson for the first time as Billy continued: "Perhaps you know my father, Max Donnelly..."

Almost instantly the color drained from the Gundarson's faces as they grew pallid, both of them backing up, slowly retreating into their home as Billy, and Barin followed suit.

"How dare you come into our house!" Mavis Gundarson shouted, grasping her husband's arm in search of his support, as Billy came to a standstill, squaring off with the Gundarson's, ready to meet, head-on, any opposition.

Both Billy, and Barin sensed it at the same time. That moment Douglas Gundarson lost control, and like a cornered beast, he lashed out.

Barin had always prided himself on his speed, and accuracy, unlike most, his body, though still very solid, and compact. wasn't as bulky as many of his brethren, opting instead for more flexibility, and agility, something that had always served to garner him the upper-hand in hand to hand combat situations.

He had heard about the things the others had said about Billy the night of his first change. How in awe of him they had been, but nothing could have prepared him for the sheer magnitude of force he felt radiate off Billy Donnelly that afternoon.

Douglas Gundarson had been in mid-transformation, lunging at Billy one second, claws extended, and in a flash of brilliant argent light, that emanated from Billy's glowing white eyes, now lay in a heap of quivering, whimpering flesh, curling into a tight fetal ball on the floor before him.

Even though the focus wasn't aimed at him, even Barin felt its compulsion, commanding his abject, absolute submission, and without even realizing he had, now found himself on his knees, head bowed to the floor, body shaking as both he, and his beast whimpered, and whined their groveling submission.

As the near tsunamic waves of force began to ebb, and Barin felt its commanding compulsion lessening its constraining hold over him, he hazarded a look at Douglas Gundarson.

Though his shirt had been rent in places, it was obvious that it had been as a result of his sudden change, and not from some unseen blow delivered by Billy. In fact, despite his constant whimpering, and his persistent, begging pleas of please Alpha stop, there appeared to be no other injuries, either to him or his wife, who now had curled herself into a ball in the corner a few feet away, shaking and crying, pleading for Billy not to hurt them.

Throughout it all, Billy just stood there, his hands clenched at his sides, and as the force of his will pulled back, and the compulsions faded, Barin slowly rose from the floor, haltingly, to resume his stance by Billy's side, now counting himself amongst those who stood in awe of Billy Donnelly, even more, convinced than ever, that Billy was everything they had hoped he was, and perhaps even more.

Nowhere in the Codex, had Barin ever read of anyone, short of the Progenitor himself, commanding such a presence, and force of will.

As the white light faded from Billy's eyes, he bent over, offering his hand to Douglas Gundarson, entreating him to rise.

He watched as Douglas scuttle away from him, scooting across the floor to his wife, pulling her into his arms protectively, wide-eyed, and fearful as he mumbled almost incoherently his apologies, imploring Billy to just leave them alone.

Billy looked down at them, and Barin took note of his softening stance as he spoke to them: "If it was just you, and your wife, I would do that, but what you are doing to Arliss, is wrong."

Unconscionable was the word Barin would have used, keeping their son from his Heritage, willfully allowing the death of his wolf was something abhorrent, anathema to all of their kind, but in some perverted sense, as Douglas explained, it kind of made a twisted sense to him.

"You're an Alpha..." Douglas practically groaned: "You have no idea what it's like for those of us who never get chosen, never know the fulfillment of being part of a pack!"

Though spoken softly, reservedly, Barin could hear the pain in his words, in fact, he shared many of his sentiments. He, and his brothers, those of the Heritage who have yet to be chosen by an alpha, yet still young, and hopeful of it happening, also knew the fear of it never occurring.

It was why so many of his kind joined the military, and though it wasn't the same, it at least made life somewhat bearable as they waited, ever hopeful some alpha would take note of them, constantly trying to improve themselves, make themselves more worthy, all the while knowing that it may never happen, despite their best efforts.

Men of the Heritage, like Douglas Gundarson, was what all of them feared they might become, bereft of alpha, purpose, and pack. In a way, Barin pitied him for what he had been through, but it was no reason to allow his son's wolf to die, he didn't have that right, no matter what he had been through.

To Billy's credit though, Barin noted, he listened patiently as Douglas laid out the all to familiar course of his young life. How he wandered aimlessly, from district to district, ever hopeful that one day he'd find his alpha.

Year after year he searched and waited until one day he landed a job near here, working as a part-time farmhand for Mavis's grandfather.

It was during that time they met and eventually grew close, that Douglas had also given up hope of ever finding an alpha, and being chosen, and with the passage of time he and Mavis had married.

It wasn't until she had become pregnant with the son that would become Arliss, that he had finally broken down, and revealed his truth to his pregnant wife.

At first, like most hearing that for the first time, she was terrified and even trepidatious about the life growing within her, but after Arliss's birth, and she had learned more about her husband, and the Heritage, they had made the decision together, that they would do whatever they could to keep him from that life.

The guilt of doing so though had hardened them. Douglas knew full well what he was depriving his son of, and it had eaten at him.

They had purposely had to avoid contact with much of the outside world, keep Arliss as close to cuff as possible, out of the fear of something just like this happening.

Billy heard their pain, he also saw in Barin's eyes how Douglas's story had affected him as well, and while he could understand, and to a point empathize with their suffering, he couldn't, and wouldn't allow them to deprive Arliss of his rightful Heritage.

For the second time that day, Barin stood in awe of Billy, not for his force of will this time, but for his compassion, that, and his ability to formulate a solution on the fly.

They had already spent too much time there, but Billy took the time to assure the Gundarson's that he wasn't trying to steal their son away, but if they allowed him to come with him, so that their son could claim his Heritage, that they, in turn, would no longer have to hide in fear of those in the Heritage finding out.

He also told them that maybe he could arrange a deal where their farm could supply the compound with fresh produce, and meats, at cost, if they, in turn, sent help to work their ailing farm.

They seemed a bit dubious at first, but ultimately realized they had little choice, knowing one way or another, Billy was leaving there with Arliss in tow.

They finally relented and even allowed him, and Barin to gather some clothes from Arliss's room, and stuff them into a backpack they found in his closet.

The look on Arliss's face was priceless when they exited the house, and Billy instructed both Gavin, and him to get in the back of the truck, tossing him his fully loaded backpack, and Barin smiling broadly ear to ear, flashing them his pearly whites, and saying in his heaviest Texas diphthong: "It's party time buckaroos!" while climbing inside the passenger seat next to Billy, right before he peeled out, watching like a dear caught in headlights, as his parents waved goodbye from their front porch.

"Like I needed one more thing to do today" Princess muttered to himself, as he shoved his personal items into the duffel bag, and the rucksack Brock had given him to use when he got here.

It wasn't like he had a lot, he had only brought what was necessary, mostly clothes, some toiletries, and other sundry items, he thought might be useful, lube being chief amongst them, though he thought, sadly to himself, that so far he hadn't needed it.

Princess had gotten up with the crack of dawn that morning, even though he probably had only gotten a couple of hours sleep the night before.

After Jake's surprise proposal, and JD's equally surprising yes, and after the Quorum meeting had broken up, Max had declared it was time to celebrate the engagement of his youngest son, and they had all partied into the wee hours of the morning.

It was later on, during that celebration that the discussion of when they would get married came up, and once again, it was Max who just raised his beer can and simply stated: "Why not tomorrow?" adding that Danal was fully licensed to perform civil marriages if that's what they wanted or mating rituals if they wanted to go strictly Heritage.

After a few moments of debate both Carl, and Max said that it would probably be best, considering the current circumstances (meaning the impending birth of JD's son) that for legal reasons, it would probably be best if they had a civil marriage.

Carl explained the reasoning, the Marine Corps recognized civil marriages, and as Jake's spouse, he would be extended certain benefits, like housing, dental, and more importantly medical, and postnatal care for the child. That is, if Jake signed the birth certificate as co-parent when the baby was born, which they all knew could be any day now, and that for Jake to do so, they would already have to be married.

It was with that thought in mind, that necessity beat out any idea of a long engagement, and it had been mutually agreed, that since they were going to do it anyway, the day didn't really matter so much.

Of course, that's what sparked the discussions about wedding plans, and Princess decidedly taking the reigns, surprisingly with Brock Gryzinski onboard as co-planner.

It was a little after noon that Atticus had gotten a call from Barin stating they were on their way back with an unexpected guest in tow.

When Princess heard the name of the guest in question, he of course recognized him as being Gavin's dream guy, having heard countless times, this, that or the other about the guy from Gavin.

A blind and deaf person would know that Gavin had the hots for him, and Princess decided to give them a little nudge by moving his stuff out of the tent he shared with Gavin so that he and Arliss could bunk together.

Brock had agreed to have another tent set up for Princess, and he had them set it up a little further back, closer to the woods, where he could have a little privacy since he wasn't exactly part of the Heritage bond they all shared.

While he was moving his stuff, Princess noticed for the umpteenth time, Dalton Becker hanging around, not exactly close by, but peripherally, enough to be noticed without seeming to obvious or intrusive, which of course had the opposite effect on him.

Having just that morning, discussed with Atticus, while Brock, and he were helping to set up the various seating arrangements, and decorations for the upcoming nuptials, the more intricate details of pack hierarchies, he had garnered from Atticus, a relative understanding of how alpha's formed their packs, and while he wasn't exactly an alpha of the Heritage, Atticus had assured him that he exhibited the traits of one, and was doubtful anyone of the Heritage would question the validity of that assertion.

The day before, when he had boastfully intimated that he would claim Paul Lakatos's gamma, Alton Becker as his own, he hadn't done so with serious intent, more as a way of rubbing it in Paul's face and goading him, just to get under his skin.

He didn't expect Paul to release Dalton from his pack, and Princess was now feeling more than a little culpable for his actions, that, and he quite frankly found Dalton to be drop-dead hunky.

In Princesses eyes, physically speaking, Dalton was only second to Jake Bauers in sheer size. At six feet seven inches of muscle-bound splendor, with his dashingly handsome, though ruggedly boyish good looks, it only augmented his short, high and tight, thick, wavy blond hair, and his clean-shaven face. Add in the cute upturned button nose, with wide flaring nostrils, and large, rather bushy blond eyebrows, he was practically made to order.

The rather large, protruding bulge, tenting his dessert camo, Marine Corps issued trousers, and the nearly painted on tightness of his muscle rippling, taut T-shirt sparked in Princess a desire to peel away the layers of offensive clothing, and reveal the truly glorious, masculine beauty of his magnificent body.

What was uppermost prescient in Princesses' thoughts at that moment, was Atticus's revelation, that part of the selection process was for those of the Heritage presenting themselves for selection. Atticus clarified, that the most common way of doing so, was for a supplicant to announce their availability by just being near the targeted alpha, while also being passively respectful of his personal space, meaning, be visible, and helpful, while not appearing to be pushy or aggressive. Something Dalton had been doing all morning, up to, and including now as he seemed to busy himself with the menial tasks within his peripheral view, while consistently shooting him furtive glances, and passively bowing his head whenever their eyes would make contact.

"Sort of like flirting," Princess had concluded, with Atticus agreeing.

With a shrug of his shoulders, Princess decided to test the information Atticus had imparted, by training his gaze directly on Dalton, who had been casually poking, and stoking the coals of the campsite fire pit, while in full view, some twelve feet away from him.

"Are you just going to squat there playing with that fire or are you gonna do something useful like help me with my gear?" Princess demanded mockingly, tossing his duffel bag on the ground before him while staring quizzically at Dalton Becker.

Scampering rapidly over to him, and hustling to snatch up not only his duffel bag, but his bedroll, and backpack to boot, leaving Princess standing there only holding his shaving kit and a small bag of items he had bought shopping that morning, Dalton stood patiently awaiting Princesses next order.

Princess smiled amicably back at him before stating: "This way puppy." before veering off toward his new tent.

Thinking Brock had done well since he could easily stand fully erect in the new tent, he had to suppress a slight giggle watching Dalton try to scrunch his way through the tent flap, bent over awkwardly, toting his stuff.

"Just set it down anywhere puppy." was all he said as he watched in comedic fascination as Dalton practically had to get on his knees to flip the backpack over his head before letting it thump to the ground.

Princess started unloading his gear, noting how Dalton waited expectantly for him to say something or at least acknowledge his presence.

Smiling to himself, Princess turned to face him, feigning a quizzical look before positing: "Well, why are you still here, go get your gear, do you expect me to do everything?"

Dalton's face nearly exploded with a toothy smile as he awkwardly fumbled with the tent flap in his hurry to comply.

Princess followed right behind him until he stood outside his tent entrance barking orders after him: "Double time it puppy, I ain't got all day to wait around on your slow ass!"

Grinning ear to ear, watching as Dalton went from a trot to a full-out run. Princess watched for a minute at his retreating form, fully enjoying the bounce of his big muscle butt as he disappear into the distance, wishing he had had the foresight to make him take his trousers off first, before realizing there would be plenty of time for that later.

It only took Princess a few minutes to unpack his gear, placing most of his stuff on one side and leaving the other for Dalton's gear.

The one exception though, he rolled out his bedroll width-wise in back, taking up most of the sleeping space, leaving no space except right against his for a second one.

He had no sooner accomplished his task when Dalton returned with his own duffel and a rucksack in tow.

Princess instructed him to toss it to the space he had left open as he lay down sideways facing him with his head propped up, watching bemusedly.

His task completed, Dalton turned to face him, his head, and chest bent over awkwardly as he tried to stand upright in the tent.

Rising to his feet, and moving toward Dalton and circling him, his eyes flowing over his body appraisingly, like a patron assessing a work of art, Princess stopped in front of him, and in a soft, but commanding voice spoke one word: "Strip."

Without hesitation, Dalton knelt and unlaced his boots before pulling them off, along with his dark tan socks. He then rose, slightly bent at the waist, and pulled his light brown T-shirt over his head, unbuckling his belt, unfastening the front of his trousers, and shucking them, and his undershorts to the ground before stepping out of them to stand completely naked before Princess, with his arms at his sides.

Of course, the first thing Princess noticed was the pendulous slab of meat between his legs, hanging limply almost halfway down his large oaken, muscle corded, hairy thighs.

Princess didn't need to circle him again to know how much he approved with what he saw. With the exception of the smattering of coarse blond body hair that permeated his forearms, thighs, chest, belly, and prodigious asscheeks, he measured up to Princesses expectations.

Instead, Princes stepped back, remembering what Atticus had told him, before issuing yet another one-word command, this time a lot more forcefully, his irises flashing blue with a tinge of gold: "Submit!"

Instantly Dalton fell to his knees, his legs spread, his belly, and genitals exposed as he looked up into his eyes, before turning his head to the left, presenting his neck, and almost breathlessly proclaiming his one-word response: "Alpha."

Princess irises returned to normal as he folded his arms over his chest, and repeated his command once again: "Submit!"

He watched with mild amusement as Dalton dropped to his hands, and knees, and crawled over to him.

Just seeing the massive, muscle bulging brute like Dalton practically grovel at his feet made Princesses five, and a half-inch cock rock hard in the tight confines of his white shorts. It made his balls tingle as his sausage sized fingers, and his large callused hands reached up, and gripped the waistband of his shorts, as he looked up into his eyes longingly, his own irises flashing a deep amber briefly, before pulling the front of his shorts down fully exposing his already drooling erection.

As Timmy, he had never had his cock sucked before, even as open as JD had been, that had never transpired between them. But now, as Princess, the first human Alpha any of them had ever heard of, he was about to experience it for the first time, and by a super stud like Dalton at that!

It was a bizarre sensation watching as Dalton bowed his head, though still maintaining full eye contact with him as he pressed his full pouty lips to the tip of his precum drooling glans, and kissed it lightly.

He had to suppress a giggle or two as Dalton pulled back slightly, a clear strand of pre-cum bridging his lips to Princesses' turgid pole.

Princess knew what was expected, Atticus had made it clear: "More" he insisted, glowering down expectantly at Dalton.

"I've never done that before Alpha, but I'll do my best," Dalton mumbled.

Princess considered that for a second before asking: "Didn't Paul make you submit to him?"

Dalton looked up at him questioningly, explaining as best he could, considering his nervousness: "Alpha Lakatos only required me to kiss his manhood sir, nothing else."

Still looking down at him, and though pleased with that revelation, nonetheless, his right hand shot out, and slapped Dalton hard across the face, shouting sternly: "That is Alpha to you, not sir, ALPHA!"

Dalton quickly bared his throat to him once again, whimpering his apologies: "Please forgive me Alpha, I meant no disrespect" he pleaded, visibly shaken.

Princess grabbed him by the back of the head, forcing his head around, and jabbed the head of his drooling cock at Dalton's mouth, forcing it between his thick lips, and ramming the full length of it into his oral cavity, grinding his balls against Dalton's chin as he began to choke on his invading member.

Holding Dalton securely in place, Princess commanded his submissive obedience by ordering him to suck.

And suck he did, haltingly at first, as it took him a few minutes to adjust to having a cock in his mouth for the first time, but soon he was gobbling his schlong like a cock gobbling whore in heat; slurping, and licking, sucking, and slobbering, his tongue a suctioning cup, flicking, and probing every inch of his Alphas rampant dong, hungrily gobbling down ever elicited drop of salty-sweet dick dribble that drooled continuously from his piss slit.

Princess clung to the back of his head, his fingers laced behind his neck as he pounded his dick into Dalton's mouth, and ground his balls against his chin.

Dalton completely surrendered himself to his Alpha's rampaging manhood, his eyes watering as his saliva dribbled down his chin, and dripped onto his hairy chest.

In a final surge of rapid-fire thrust, Princess buried his shaft balls deep in Dalton's mouth, just as his cock nearly exploded its heavy payload down his gulping throat.

Dalton moaned and whimpered as Princess filled his mouth with his pungent, thick load, savoring every gooey drop of his Alpha's cum, before greedily swallowing him to the very last spurt.

Spent, and satisfied, Princess yanked his wet dick from Dalton's slobbering mouth.

Patting him on the head, and stroking him behind the ears, Princess stood there, looking down at him, blissfully, before practically cooing: "Welcome to my pack Gamma!"