The Alpha's Toy(18)

“What are you hoping to find?” Max asked.

“The answer as to why my woman’s wolf just tried to claw its way out of her.”

Jessica gasped. “Is Mary all right? Nothing has happened to her, has it?”

Grabbing both of her arms, Zeke let all of his scorn for the girl show.

“She’s fucking grand. Something your fucking parents did to her has caused this, and I’m not going to stop until I find it.”

“I don’t know what they did. I was never involved with anything like that.”

He glared at the fourteen year old knowing he needed to rein in his anger. Zeke had heard of packs experimenting on their own, but he’d never encountered it. What the fuck did they want with his sister if they were experimenting on half breeds?

Fuck!

Maybe his sister had simply been in the wrong place at the wrong time.

“I was never involved in anything. I swear. You’ve got to believe me. I liked Mary. She was sweet and never ignored me,” Jessica said.

The words coming out of the woman were the truth. Zeke inhaled deeply. Any lies and he’d detect them easily.

Nothing. Her scent was clean. Whatever the pack had done Jessica had no knowledge of it.

Tying the silver chain around a chair with Jessica there, Zeke left her alone. Max was with him as they searched the house.

“What exactly are we looking for?” Max asked.

“I don’t fucking know. Something to do with experiments or science crap, I don’t know.” Moving through the house the scent of the other pack was everywhere. Zeke felt his anger increase with every step he took. He really wanted to go back home and wrap his arms around Mary.

“Are you doing okay, Alpha?” Max asked, staying close.

“Yeah. I want to find out why packs are experimenting. We’re dangerous creatures without experimenting on each other,” Zeke said. The thought of Mary being vulnerable after him biting her and her being used for some fucking experiments pissed him off.

“Sorry about your sister,” Max said.

“I’ll find her. I’m close. I know I am.”

They opened another door to find it empty apart from the usual furniture. Walking into the kitchen they opened the three doors from the kitchen. One door opened to a set of stairs. Flicking on a light, Zeke knew he wasn’t going to like what he discovered.

“What’s going on with Mary?” Max asked.

“What about her?” He took the first step and then another.

“She’s clearly something more than a toy.” Max was also a friend outside of the pack. Zeke liked to stay in touch with all of his wolves.

“Until I know what shit she’s been dealing with, she’s my toy, and I don’t want any of you fuckers to treat her otherwise.”

Together they walked down the stairs. The room opened up into a full basement. Zeke froze as the experiments were clear to see. There was a table with silver chains wrapped around. Needles, note papers, science equipment, and video equipment were in the room. He didn’t need any more evidence to know that Mary’s pack had been involved in some serious shit.

“Holy fuck.”

“Whatever the pack was involved in, Mary was part of the experiments,” Zeke said, feeling like he’d stumbled into something a lot bigger than he ever imagined. He would inform his father, and with the help of another Alpha, he’d get to the bottom of the situation.





Chapter Six





Pleasure tore through her body, and Mary opened her legs wide for it to continue. The dream she’d been having was so vivid and yet unclear at the same time. The tongue stroking through the folds of her pussy was clear. Whose tongue it was she did not know. The sensation from the experienced licks meant she did not care who it belonged to so long as they did not stop what they were doing.

Opening her eyes she became alert to the fact she was no longer dreaming, but the pleasure was continuing. Looking down she saw Zeke’s head moving between her thighs. His tongue expertly licked her clit. Moaning, she gripped the sheet underneath her wishing there was something for her to hold on to.

Grab his hair.

The urge to smash her clit against his face was strong. All she wanted to do was take the pleasure he was giving to her. Releasing the sheet she reached down grabbing chunks of his hair as she thrust her hips against his face. He growled against her tender flesh, and she cried out in response.

“Please,” she said, begging him not really knowing what she was begging him for.

Zeke tugged on her hands, and she let go of his hair. He stood up, wiping her cream from his face. She’d not found orgasm, and now her body was on fire for what he could give her.

“Are you feeling better?” he asked.