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Of Doms & Subs 6: At Least it Wasn’t Twilight

Pairing: Angus Hopper x OFC

Summary: What's a submissive female to do when she fights her nature and goes on the run as a Lone wolf to avoid being assimilated into a pack?

Word count: 1411

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“Why are we watching An American Werewolf in Paris?” I asked, head tilted to one side that I distantly recognized as a faintly canine gesture.

“It’s sort of a tradition,” Alan answered. “When someone’s newly Changed, we watch a werewolf movie just to talk all the way through it.”

“There’s no American Werewolf in Canada, but they got French Canadians, right? Close enough,” Shane said. Someone threw a kernel of popcorn at him, which he deftly caught in his mouth.

“Could be worse,” Mickayla said mournfully. “They made me watch Teen Wolf.”

“I thought chicks were supposed to like that stuff!” Shane protested.

“Yeah, if you’re thirteen,” Mickayla and I said in unison.

“Do you have a teenage girl living with you, Shane?” Alan asked far too innocently. “Because I could have sworn you had every season on DVD.”

The bickering that ensued masked the sounds of Angus entering the room, but not even the popcorn could hide his scent. My heart beat faster when he passed behind the couch to settle in the recliner within reach of my left arm. His de facto throne was the highest seat in the room and thus avoided any breach of protocol by anyone sitting higher than him. I was so painfully aware of his presence that any one of the already crowded couches looked good in comparison to my seat. Everyone who didn’t have other obligations had come. I wasn’t sure whether it was courtesy, by design, or on accident that I ended up sitting next to the fearless leader.

The movie, surprisingly, was a good teaching tool. They were quick to point out inaccuracies (take off your clothes, first, idiot!), many of which I already knew, as well as what laws both mundane and pack were broken. No to mention cultural differences. Such as: why don’t we get crappy underground raves? It’s Seattle, why throw one when you can go find one?

Apparently they also had a cage in the basement for injured wolves and those who had temporarily lost control, like newbies. When someone tried to suggest that it was for kinky purposes, Angus quickly shut them down. No one even complained when Alan and I ranted about the medical inaccuracies for a good ten minutes. (They’d all be so much raspberry jam on the sidewalk. Did they use packing tape on that bandage? What is it even for, anyway? Broken nose? Concussion? Hiding his funny looks?)

“Reason number two: we can have a little ‘chat’ with your ex,” Mickayla said, continuing her randomly numbered list of reasons why packs are awesome, when the Big Bad Evil Guy/love interest’s ex was killed at the end.

“Uh, that’s really not necessary,” I stammered. She looked at me skeptically. The others quieted to listen, which made me stutter out an explanation. “He wanted the perfect 1950’s lifestyle complete with a Suzy Homemaker waiting with dinner when he got home and a mistress on the side. He didn’t try very hard to hide it because he thought I’d put up with it.” There were several snorts of scornful laughter. “He’d signed a pre-nup thinking I wouldn’t leave. I’ll never forget the look on his face when I got everything, which was how I put myself through school. Now he’s stuck with some nineteen-year-old he knocked up who can’t cook any more than I can.”

“I like her, can we keep her?” Alan asked of no one in particular, which elicited more good-natured jibes at his expense as well as general agreement. Or matter that latter was just wishful thinking. It was either that or their testosterone talking. Probably the testosterone because the conversation turned to the various methods of disposing of bodies.

While the others debated the merits of burial at sea vs woodchippers and lye, Ellie caught my eyes with her own hazel ones before heading upstairs with several empty popcorn bowls. I followed a moment later.

“I-if,” she stuttered, swallowed hard, then started again as she loaded the dishwasher. Everyone else knew to leave the cleanup to Ian and Gordon as it was their turn, but she seemed to need something to do with her hands. “What’s my timeline for making a decision?”

“The ceremony to bring a new member into a pack is done on the full moon, which is in eleven days.” A look flickered across her face that suggested she was aware of the math, but refrained from interrupting as I gave a brief description of the ritual. To her credit, she didn’t bat an eye at the thought of consuming my flesh.

I fell into a practiced relaxed pose in the hopes that it would put her more at ease as it often had with others in the past. Even if she wasn’t adept at reading body language, or even consciously aware, her wolf would pick up on my cues. I was glad that she had not yet learned to smell emotions and would have to believe what I allowed my face to reveal, which was currently wearing the mask of patient mentor. What I felt, however, was worlds away from what showed.

“If I were to join a pack, what would be expected of me?” I smiled at the conditionals, though they lacked the same determination as before.

“Monthly meetings. A ten percent tithe once you find employment, which goes towards things like helping members get back on their feet, new wolves, and the like. No one would ask you to fight, but any pack would benefit from your medical expertise.” Her eyebrows quirked up in surprise. “Fast healing can present its own issues, like bones that aren’t set properly.” Soft, dusky pink lips pursed in thought as her sharp, sky-blue eyes with a touch of green and honey at the center flickered back and forth in contemplation of various scenarios.

“You already have Alan for that.” That was not the conclusion I was expecting.

“As great as Alan is, he’s only one person, who has a full-time job,” I pointed out. “What if, God forbid, he was hurt? Or there were more injured than he could handle at once?”

“Does that happen often?” Instead of appearing stricken at the prospect, or for not having considered those possibilities first, her eyes narrowed shrewdly as if she were already calculating assets and performing triage in her mind.

“Even once is too often.” Ellie accepted that non-answer without digging further.

“Even though I have to give it up as a career?” she asked bitterly. That was when realization hit like a hammer. Nursing was more than a job to her. She’d all but said that her ex forbade her to work. Then she took his money to rebuild herself.

“Your wolf will see frightened patients as prey,” I said gently. The dismay she tried to hide nearly broke my old, cynical heart. “Even if the humans would let you once they figured out who you are.”

“Any specific duties for an unmated, submissive female?” She had turned her back to me to wipe down the counters. Her scent was a confusing mix of fear tinged with arousal. Evidently she found her emotions bewildering as well because when she faced me again a rosy pink blossomed across her cheeks even as a furrow developed between her brows.

“Help out when and where you can as the situation calls. As a submissive, your presence can have a calming effect on us sociopaths.”

“I think you mean ‘psychopath’,” she muttered. A smile threatened to lift the corners of my mouth. “And I seem to have the opposite effect on ya’ll.”

“How can you help this looney bin if you aren’t calm yourself?” Small, white teeth worried at her bottom lip as she digested that. I didn’t point out that the males were reacting to her like wolves in rut, which no amount of submissive energy would fix. She was skittish enough as it was.

“I promise that I won’t touch you.” Disappointment and relief flashed over her face like the shadow of a cloud. To hide a small smile of satisfaction, I leaned until my nose nearly touched the soft flesh below her ear and breathed her in. Her heart beat under her skin like a trapped butterfly. Desire, both hers and mine, spiked sharply in the air. “Not until you ask me first.” I forced myself to walk away as casually as I could manage, her stare boring into my back.

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