ALPHA'S SUBMISSIVE MATE

While running through the forest, Drew Finley took in all the wonderful smells and listened to all the sounds that were all around him. Before he went to his BDSM club, he needed to get his thoughts straight. While some of his pack was at the club, others were following him, acting as the devoted guards they yearned to be. He didn't live with any of his pack. He had never been one of those Alphas that insisted on always having the pack around. He simply required that they all keep the wolf's secret at all times, and otherwise, they were free to travel around his territory.

One of the men or women would obviously not mind that secret being revealed if they were to discover their match. Secrets were readily held, and serious crap occurred between wedded couples.

The others trailed behind him as he rounded the forest and started running. He was stronger and faster than everyone else since he was the Alpha of the pack. Despite never using the power against any member, Drew cherished it. He has no interest in being nasty or degrading other people. He loved them as much as he loved his kids because they were his pack. Although he had heard of other packs where brutality took place, Drew had not yet had the opportunity to meet any of them.

After extinguishing the energy blast, he stood surveying his land. His house was spacious enough to host a pack because his family was wealthy.

After taking a few big breaths, Logan remarked, "Okay, you're fast, we get that." "Dude, did you have to show us how strong and amazing you are?"

Drew laughed and looked at his pal, who was also one of the guards who had been tasked with looking after him. "You, Dave, and Bill are the ones who stay behind to keep me safe. Logan, I don't need to be protected.

None of us give a damn about what you say since we all know this. We will be by your side no matter what.

Drew gave an eye roll. He genuinely thought he didn't need assistance protecting himself and wasn't being a pain in the ass. He had never once clashed with an outsider in all the years he had been alpha. Any pack that came into his domain showed up and asked to be allowed to remain there for a few days or weeks. He had never come across a dangerous person or a rogue wolf. He collaborated with them to make life easier for his pack, and they were all at peace. In his quest to conquer more lands, he learned of other Alphas who only engaged in conflict, fighting, and troublemaking.

"Will you be seeing her?" Logan enquired.

Drew's smile vanished from his face. The woman was his obstinate, prickly partner who didn't accept him as a mate or anything but a master.

"I'll be seeing her. I have no other option. The combination of longing and rage made him clench his fists and grit his teeth. Because she resisted him, Drew was unable to have the woman he desired.

"So, you're heading to Red Whip's?"

He gave a nod. He assisted in running the local BDSM club, Red Whip's. They catered to the wolves who preferred kinkier, rougher forms of sex. Since mates were not limited to their own species, some of the members were human. It didn't bother Drew. He had nothing against partners in any manner. Sometimes the world was quite unkind. Few wolves appreciated the gift of discovering their one true mate. Some men settled down with the next best thing after giving up on finding a partner. When they eventually found the woman who was meant to be theirs, that was the only issue with settling down for the next best thing.

"I have no other option. She will be there, and since I detest our relationship, I know my wolf will not let me lose her. Nothing was happening. One year ago, Nora Weldon came into his life and started playing with his head. She was obstinate, but she had no idea how she had messed with him.

Despite not being a member of his pack, Nora had asked him for permission to enter Red Whip's. On the inside, she was docile and craved everything his men could give her, whether it was a hand or a cane. He smelled the yearning to mate, to claim, to possess her as soon as she walked inside his house. While she was with him, wearing a basic black pencil skirt and white top, those sensations just grew stronger. He wasn't put off by the modest attire. The deeper desires inside her were scented by his. The obedient wolf pleaded for assistance in putting out the internal fire. As they looked at one another, evaluating, and waiting, she didn't say a thing.

She seemed to morph before his eyes, and he could feel her wolf. The brown-tinged, dark-black wolf required a hard, powerful hand. He had experienced true submission for the first time in his life, and Nora's dark-skinned body was the embodiment of it. Her curvy figure pleaded with him to grab her and fuck her, and her hazel eyes blazed at him. Large tits, broad rounded hips, and a curved tummy were all hallmarks of Nora's femininity. She would take a beating without worrying about hurting him, in his opinion. She also had strong, thick legs. She always had him hard as rock with her flawless body. The woman in front of him resisted her wolf's want to lie down in submission. Although Nora and her wolf were one, she was adamant that she wouldn't entrust her future to someone she didn't trust. Even though she was obedient, she wasn't a moron. She was revered by Drew.

His partner didn't want to be subservient to a nasty man in any way. She desired to be obedient to the proper man who would treat her with respect and not like an animal.

Even though she had serious wounds on her body, she brushed them off as if nothing were wrong. She refused to accept his assertions. He had never met her pack alpha, and they had never had sex.

All she asked was that her presence be kept a secret. As her mate and Dom, he was unable to comply with her request that he not approach her pack alpha. He repeatedly attempted to show her that she could rely on him with each day that went by.

She let him touch her, but only as a kind of discipline and never as a sexual partner.

Although their connection was pathetic, it was just what he needed. When he was with her, his wolf calmed down a little, and he now refused to let that go since she was challenging.

"Drew, you may find someone else. You don't need to tolerate this nonsense. His shoulder was touched by Logan.

"I have no other option. My other half is her. This is the sole reason I'm going to Red Whip's. Nora had ruined him for any other woman as soon as she had come into his life. He used to like sharing a special lifestyle with other women and teaching submissives. He was now reliant on Nora. She had no idea how much influence she had over him. When they were together, he could see it in her eyes. She had no faith in her senses or her answers. Had her senses failed her before? He was unaware. He didn't know a great deal about his woman. He wanted to unravel the riddle that was her.

"Do the other members of the pack agree with you?" Drew inquired.

They are worried about their leader, Alpha. You must comprehend their concerns.

"Logan, I have nothing to comprehend. No choice I make is simple, and I love my pack. Feeling the urge to find his partner, he ran a palm down his face. His wolf wanted to witness her submit at his feet and to smell her.

"We are certain that you will make this choice carefully. All we're worried about is you. For the past month, your wolf has run every day. He seems to be unresponsive to anything you do. It's really getting to your wolf when Nora keeps you at arms' length. You've been going through this for a year, Drew. Something must end.

He glanced across to Logan. Even though Dave and Bill were rather far away, he could still feel the tension in their bodies.

"You fear that I will allow my beast to take control?" Drew inquired.

"Sadder things have happened before."

Denying their partners can occasionally cause some women to unleash their inner beast. Everyone was at risk when the savage impulse took over.

"I'm not going to let it get that far. I've got a handle on everything. Nora needs guidance and care. I'm not going to rush her just because my wolf demands more." If he rushed Nora all the work they'd put in together on their relationship would be over. As much as he'd love to spread her open and fuck her from sunrise to sunset, he knew he craved more.

"We trust you," Logan said.

The look Dave and Bill sent him told him another story. They trusted him, but with Nora they were starting to doubt his leadership.

It was time to put Nora in the picture of what she was doing to him.

****

Twirling the straw in her glass, Nora watched the liquid swirl around. She'd been sitting at the bar for the last hour. The sounds of feminine and masculine moans filled the air. Red Whip's wasn't like many BDSM clubs. The bar didn't sell liquor but cups of tea, coffee, espresso, or in her case, sodas. She loved drinking soda. The taste was so refreshing, reminding her a lot of her youth when life was easy, simple. Life had stopped being simple at her transition when her life had changed forever. Nora held a secret that she couldn't tell anyone, not even her own father. She was wolf, through and through, and only her need to be controlled set her apart from others within her pack. Spinning around in her seat, she looked at the people before her. Some of the people were human mates while many of them were wolves. Her pack was in the territory three towns over, and she came to Red Whip's as none of them did. None of her pack ever believed in BDSM. She'd heard what they said when this club opened.

Running fingers through her hair, she watched a woman who was bent over a spanking bench get her ass tanned. Her tender white flesh blushed a nice rouge as the man, her Dom, went at her for some misdemeanor. The scene left Nora's cunt creaming. Her skin was dark, and it took a lot for her ass to show any hint of red. She knew as she'd been told before. Finding a man to become her Master or Dom had put her in some bad situations. The men within her pack didn't believe in taking a hand or cane to woman, let alone punishing her. She wished she could say as much for one woman in the pack. Nora closed her eyes as memories flooded her at what she'd done to herself. She'd gone out amongst the humans to find what she craved. Her fear and need had disguised the natural scent of the people around her.

The first man she allowed herself to be free with had tied her up for two days and whipped her body leaving blood trailing down to the floor. He'd been a sadist of the worst kind. While he'd been in his high of thinking he was hurting her, he let slip that he'd killed a woman because she couldn't handle his kind of punishment.

Her wolf hadn't liked that and had come out of her haze to kill him. She had turned her hands into claws and torn him apart. For a long time she'd stared at the mess she created of the man then took care of the evidence. He was scum, and no one missed him. After her first disaster in BDSM, she'd decided to leave it alone. Wanting pain, needing pain, and craving pain had to be pushed aside. The pain she craved that no matter what anyone did to her, she couldn't feel. She couldn't allow herself to become vulnerable to anyone. Wolves were not submissive and did not enjoy that bite of pain to get them off, nor did they hunt for someone to hurt them in the hope of feeling it. She didn't know why she was different from the others in her pack, but out of fear she didn't ask anyone what they experienced.

The couples she saw in the pack were always sweet together. Her first time had been awful, and the guy she'd shared it with had held her down as he rode her body hard. The only thing she recalled liking was being held down and the fact she couldn't feel anything as he bit her during his release. From that point her need to find pain had only grown. Her wolf knew what she wanted, and so did Nora.

"I'm sorry, Master."

Nora followed the sound to see a man embracing his submissive. He wore a pair of jeans, and that was all. His arms were around his woman, and he stroked her hair. "Next time you'll take care, won't you?" he asked.

Her curiosity got the better of her, and she found herself watching the couple. She didn't know their names or their relationship to each other. The scent coming off them told her they were both wolves.

"Tara didn't take any precautions while she was out shopping and walked in front of an oncoming bus. If Dale hadn't been close by, she'd have lost their unborn baby, and could have been killed. We can withstand a lot, but a head on collision with a bus is pushing it a bit," Drew said, sitting beside her.

Fisting her hands on her knees, she tried to fight the need to look at him.

You're mates. Stop fighting it.

According to Drew they were mates, but she didn't trust the feelings going through her body. She'd been in such awful predicaments that she didn't have the first clue what to believe anymore. Her wolf craved his harsh punishment as did she, yet they were both cautious, their past mistakes and cravings making them wary.

He stared at her. All his male perfection taunted her with what she could have and held herself away from. Was he here to mock her?

He'd never do that to you. Stop treating him like the others.

She forced herself to look at him and then wished she hadn't. Drew wasn't wearing a shirt like most of the men in the club. However, when Drew was semi-naked, she couldn't focus on anything but his revealed flesh. His usually pale skin was tanned from the hours he spent in the sun. The same skin was covered in different kinds of ink. None of the ink was colored or elaborate. The designs were in black ink, pretty simple, yet they stood out on his body, which was strong, thick, and muscular. He made her mouth water when she simply looked at him. She quickly glanced down at her skirt, wishing she'd put something more on. When Drew stood beside her, he made her feel small, delicate. Her size sixteen curves next to him felt like nothing. He pulsed with energy and power. The Alpha wolf inside him exuded everything she wanted in a man and a leader.

Don't trust.

Her wolf's inner warnings made her tense up.

"Look at me, Nora."

He spoke harshly. Her body awakened once again, and she looked at him. His black hair hung over his face brushing the tops of his eyes. Drew didn't have a lot of hair, but he had enough of it that she was left wanting to run her fingers through it. His brown gaze was focused entirely on her. She shivered at the power, the slight hint of amber as his wolf came to the surface.

Mate.

"Thank you for telling me," she said. "Are they your wolves?"

"What's wrong?" he asked.

"Nothing. I was just curious about the couple." She offered a smile even though smiling was the last thing she wanted to do.

"You're lying to me again."

She bit her lip, glancing down at her hands.

Nora released a gasp, and he picked her up off the stool she sat on and took her seat. In quick moves he had her sitting on his lap. The evidence of his erection pressed against her ass, mocking her.

This is what you could have but never will because you're a coward.

His hand settled on her leg. Drew didn't push the boundaries she set. He was the perfect gentleman and Master.

"Tate and Dale have been coming to Red Whip's for five years. They're a truly happy mated couple."

"She's happy being a submissive?"

"They like to play, Nora. Mated or not, they know what they like."

Nora licked her lips as her nipples beaded at the sound of his voice. The heat of his body surrounded her, filling her with hope for something more. Her pussy was on fire for his touch. It had been a year since she last experienced an orgasm, maybe a little longer. Her last partner left when he couldn't give her what she wanted. He told her she needed to find someone willing to put up with her crap. She was always on the hunt to feel pain, a lot of it, and she liked being held down. Some men didn't like being in charge completely. That's all she wanted, a man to be in complete control and to give her pain. During her early years, she would have given anything to stop feeling pain. Now, she wanted the pain to know she was alive, that something wasn't missing.

Look what happened all the times we've let them.

She closed her eyes as all of her failed attempts played through her like a broken record. At the ripe age of twenty-nine, she'd killed one man and been hurt by six more in a relationship. Being told you were a sick, disgusting, or plain weird, hurt just as much as punch. Nora didn't like being punched at least, or she didn't used to. Now, she didn't feel it. She liked being spanked, punished in the most delicious of ways as the touch was better than nothing.

"You can't go anywhere," Drew said, capturing her chin and turning her to face him. The grip on her face was hard, and he didn't let go. "What did I tell you when you came here?"

"That I'm with you and I can't go anywhere else."

"That's right, pet. You came to me because you needed strong discipline and a harsh hand. You're trying to fight me, and I'm tired of it." He placed her on her feet and stood.

"What are you doing?"

Drew shot her a glare.

"Sir? What are you doing, Sir?"

"We're going to deal with your punishment. Inside Red Whip's you're my submissive unless you say your safe word." He took hold of her hand leading her away from witnesses. Even as her heart raced in fear of what was to come, she couldn't help the hit of arousal. Seeing him in the zone of a Dom turned her on.

A few of his pack members nodded at Drew as he passed. Despite greeting them, he continued to move. Nora stayed by his side, bowing her head. She was just following him; she wasn't pretending to be submissive. Observing her, he saw that she always kept her head down when she walked from one spot to another. Seldom did Nora look up to observe her surroundings. She had not had an easy life. He had witnessed the proof in both her behavior and her eyes. She had previously experienced pain.

He was curious to find out what she was keeping from him and all of her secrets. The truth was not kept from one another by mates. He sensed her wolf stiffen around him, yet she answered him like a mate would. He was certain that whatever had transpired had left the woman and her dog traumatized. He had to get her to come out.

Drew let go of her hand, flipped on the light, and shut the last door at the end of the hallway. He looked at her to gauge her response. This was his personal space. This was the sole room he used for the woman he wanted to keep. Before this woman asked for permission to join the club, only a few women had ever approached the idea of entering.

She inquired, "Where are we?"

She turned to face him, keeping the bed to her back and avoiding contact with it.

"This is my private, personal space. We'll be here if you visit this club from now on. He waited for her while folding his arms.

"No, we must be visible to others."

You hold yourself back while you're around other people. You're not yourself while you're out, and you're constantly worried that someone will notice you. I have witnessed your behavior. You want to see what goes on in the club to ensure that the men and women are treating their subordinates fairly, but you desire the independence of being alone when it comes to you.

"No, you're not correct."

"After you take off your clothes, we're going to go out and make a scene right now. After punishing you for not recognizing authority, I'll take you out so everyone can admire the beauty of your orgasm.

She pulled away from him. She began to gaze around the room as her body tensed. For an opportunity to get away? Her inner wolf began hammering away at her inner cage.

His urge for protection came roaring to life. Her responses were simultaneously triggering the protector and the Dom.

"Get down on your knees and come to me." His voice grew deeper, and Nora dropped on her knees, bending her head and spreading her legs wide, putting her body in the obedient position he so admired. "You can rest, your wolf. I wouldn't let you go so people could view your stunning body. He extended his hand to touch a lock of her hair. Her long, dark brown hair was gorgeous. He brushed his fingers through the strands, watching them. "Nora, things between us are going to change."

She gave him a look. Her lips quivered as she glanced back at him, tears sparkling in her eyes.

"I've watched you dance around me like you were in charge for the past year. I am your mate, your master, and the Dom. She moved to argue with him, but he put a finger to her lips. "Stop arguing. I've complied with your regulations and you've kept me at bay. I understand that shit happened to you, but you will no longer have to cope with it. You will allow me to enter this place. From her mouth to her head, he applied pressure with the finger. "I'm not going away or giving up. We have this in common. It took him a few minutes to wait. "You can talk."

"We didn't agree on this. You assured me that I could end this whenever I wanted to and that I could take my time getting acclimated to you when I first saw you.

"I accepted those conditions before realizing how harmed you were by this way of living. Nora, you have issues. I can guide you through them, but you must have faith in me.

"When you're acting in this way, how can I trust you?" Between them, she waved her hand.

Was she aware of how stunning she appeared as she was kneeling in front of him? He wasn't sure. Nora had no idea how much influence she had over him.

"When I knew you wouldn't accept our mating, I didn't go to your father." It would have delighted any parent, particularly an Alpha, to see his daughter mate with another Alpha. Drew had been determined to see her father. After pleading with him not to, she vowed to refute his claim. There was a greater chance of his going savage if she rejected his claim. He retreated and made the decision to show her that he was trustworthy.

"I issued a directive to you. That isn't trust.

He rubbed his finger along her lip and cradled her cheek. It was better that she didn't tighten up or jerk away. She resisted him at every opportunity and avoided any form of closeness while they were first dating.

In the past year, I've given you more than you've ever received from anyone else. Nora, I can see the expression in your eyes. The joy is evident in your eyes and the way you let me hold you, even though you don't let me give you an orgasm. You can accuse me of many things, but taking care of your needs and showing concern is not one of them. He pulled his hand away. "You've endured a lot of shit. I'm curious as to what it is.

"I'm not telling you anything," I said.

"Are you feeling your wolf at the moment? How is she pacing your mental walls, inquisitive yet restraining herself?

"How did you-"

She wants to have faith in me and in her instincts. You've endangered yourself, and until you tell me what, we won't go anywhere else. Knowing that he had to win this battle, he gazed at her. "You're accompanying me home tonight. We will investigate the root of your issues. At my house, nobody lies. We can discuss your problems since we will be completely alone.

"No, I won't accompany you anywhere."