Total pages in book: 55
Estimated words: 52241 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 52241 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 261(@200wpm)___ 209(@250wpm)___ 174(@300wpm)
“All right then—let the Open Breeding begin!” the Packmaster shouted. “Ladies, on your mark, get set…go!”
He didn’t fire a starter’s pistol or anything but he might as well have. All of the women—myself included—began running as fast as we could. Well, most of us did. I noticed a few female Weres who were taking their time, just barely jogging while casting come-hither looks over their shoulders at the Alphas waiting impatiently at the edge of the clearing. Obviously not everyone dreaded being bred like I did. Some of them were positively thirsty for it.
Since that didn’t apply to me, I ran as hard as I could. I crossed the clearing in record time, though it hurt to run with my full, tender breasts bouncing. I pinned them with one arm and kept going. I had been cold and shivering in the night air before but now I was sweating—overheated, even.
At the end of the clearing, I plunged into the forest like everyone else. The sharp sticks and branches stabbed at my bare feet and I was beginning to get a stitch in my side—I’ve never been very athletic—but adrenaline pushed me onwards. I had this one chance to get away from Drake Wilkes and Billy Masters and I was damn well going to take it.
Then—well before the five minute mark, I was sure—I heard a deep-throated howl go up and I knew we weren’t alone in the woods anymore.
The Alphas were after us and they wouldn’t stop until they’d run every last bitch to ground and bred her.
FOURTEEN
I wanted to pick up the pace but I was already reaching my limit and my feet were hurting. I wished I would have thought to leave on my shoes—but everyone around me had taken absolutely everything off and I had blindly done the same.
I could hear the Alphas getting closer—their loud, deep voices shouting to each other in the dark forest over the sounds of breaking branches and crunching leaves. Then I heard two voices that made my blood run cold.
“She went this way—I saw her!”
“Yeah, I did too. Little bitch has to be out here somewhere. Can’t wait to find her and fuck her!”
It was Drake Wilkes and Billy Masters and they were hot on my trail.
The sound of the two Alphas who had sworn to rape and impregnate me gave me an extra spurt of energy. I ran harder for a few moments…until the stitch in my side stabbed at me, forcing me to stop and double over, gasping for breath.
This was it—I had reached my limit. It was time to hide.
As I was running, I’d had the vague idea that I might climb a tree and hide in its branches. But this was an old-growth forest and as I looked wildly around me, I realized there were no trees with branches low enough for me to grab. Even if their had been, it was doubtful if I could have pulled myself up into one of them—I don’t exactly have the best upper body strength, though I can kick like a mule with my thick thighs.
As I looked around, I spotted a bush at the base of one of the enormous pine trees that grew so high all around me. It wasn’t much, but it looked big enough to shelter in. I just hoped it didn’t have thorns.
I pushed my way inside the large bush, noting as I did that while it didn’t have thorns, it most certainly did have some very sharp branches. They scraped my bare skin painfully but I pushed deeper into the long, overhanging branches anyway. The bush had some kind of small but very pungent smelling flowers all over it—I hoped they might help to hide my scent.
Just as I was firmly wedged into the branches and fully concealed, Drake and Billy came into view. They were looking everywhere and sniffing the air like dogs trying to find an odor.
“She’s here somewhere—close by. I know it—I can smell it,” Drake growled. “I can smell her—little bitch is so damn ripe.”
“She’s ripe, all right,” Billy agreed, lifting his face to sniff the night air again. “Fucking hot—and I heard she was a virgin. You ever knotted a virgin before, Drake?”
“Nah—not yet. But I will tonight.” Drake gave a bark of ugly, trollish laughter. “Gonna knot her and breed her good. You hear that, you little bitch?” he shouted suddenly, making me jump and slap a hand over my mouth to keep from screaming.
“Where’s she go, though?” Billy demanded, looking disappointed. “I was sure we’d catch her right away so we could spend all night knotting, her.”
“You’re only knotting her ass—I get her pussy,” Drake reminded his friend.
I felt sick. I’d see how big a Were’s knot could get—they were huge! I believed I could take one in my pussy with patience and a kind and gentle partner, like Jack. But there was no way I could take on in my ass—it would rip me apart! Weren’t there any kind of rules about this kind of thing?