Stand Alone book.

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 Banging my head against the car window for the umpteenth time, I sigh out in frustration. I hate being stuck in small spaces and a minivan is one of those. For the past million and a half hours, I've had to endure the pain of my four older brothers and parents bickering. God blessed me with ear phones, but even those don't cut out all the noise of loud obnoxious werewolves.

Yes, my family are a bunch of over grown hairy wolves that howl at the moon to scare little kids at night. Well my parents don't, but I tend to get carried away near public places at night. What can I say, I get bored easily.

Normally I have my two best friends to keep me out of trouble, but for the past week each family in the pack has been heading to a secret location that only our parents know about. I don't consider that secret if each adult in our pack knows, but who am I to utter common sense out loud.

The so called reason for traveling this great distance is because our Prince has found his freaking soul-mate. Whopped d' freakin do! It happens all the time. Maybe not when you want it to, but it still happens. For example a man named Chris in our pack found his soul mate while on vacation three weeks ago. Of course being the female she had to up root her whole life and move in with his smelly ass. Saying goodbye to her parents, family and friends for a man she knew nothing about, probably still knows nothing about! His body, probably as male wolves become extremely horny bastards when they get denied the pleasure of their mates' body.

That's why I don't want a mate, too much damn drama. At the age of twenty five, I crave my freedom to explore the world. We aren't called the three musketeers for nothing. That is why in three weeks' time the three of us will be heading out to discover the magic of Europe. No hostels or trains booked. Nothing is planned out and that's how we like it. We will trust our trusty maps, check cards and backpacking backpacks. Of course if we find a hostel for the night we might stay. It depends on if trees are nearby.

As wolves we love to sleep outdoors. If I could I would sleep outside for life, but a working girl couldn't walk into work covered in dirt, leaves and smelling of woods. My boss loves me, but she would have kicked my ass to the curb if I came in looking like a bum. Which I would have because I get up twenty minutes before clock in time. Working as a waitress at a high-end restaurant has its perks. Free food for one, though if I actually ate what I wanted they would be out of business as I'm a fat pig when it comes to steak and mashed potatoes. What can I say, it hits the spot! Anyways, the business men that walk through the doors are drool worthy. Tall with strongly built shoulders, long legs to chase after you with.

Yes, I have seen a few chase after their mates once they meet. No, you do not have to gaze into their eyes to know. That would be stupid and no one would find their soul mate. Come on, do you normally go around gazing into strangers eyes? I know I for sure don't! Their scent sucks you in and once that magnificent scent hits your nose you're a goner, or so I've been told. I haven't and I pray don't find a mate.

Anyways back to the subject, this restaurant is a meeting ground for werewolves to do business or seek out potential mates. Once a week a couple is found. Applause would be granted if not everyone weren't werewolves. We do live with humans. It's highly unlikely that a human is paired with a werewolf as they can't produce were pups. I've never seen it happen, but I've heard of it. The wolf tends to go insane unless they reject their human soul mate, which in turn frees them up for a life of loneliness. They can't steal another werewolf's mate unless he or she is dead. Then and only then is a wolf allowed a second chance at love.

There are five surrounding packs, which if you think about it that's a lot of freaking horny males out and about. These five packs are moderately large compared to others. Larges packs usually carry around five hundred wolves, medium- two fifty and small packs a hundred if not less. Being that we live near thousands of acres of land, five packs of five hundred wolves is easy to hide. It helps that we have border patrol, not for each pack, but for humans who tend to sneak into the forest to sneak a peek at the mythical wolves that roam the lands. Stupid humans. All they end up with is a bruised body from falling down, stumbling against the hard tough ground, running into a few trees and my favorite pissing themselves from our shadows. Once a human enters our territory we tend to go over and above to scare the living day lights out of them. Its one of my favorite jobs as a border patrol wolf.

Each wolf in the pack has a job, mine is border patrol as is Clare and Nicole. We run our route for hours, sometimes messing around others taking our job seriously.

My family isn't high up in the chain and I'm perfectly satisfactory with that. Who wants the responsibility of five hundred wolves? I sure as hell don't. On the other hand, the perks got to be nice. Expensive cars, a mansion for a house and butlers at your beck and call. I'm not privy to the private information on our Alpha and Beta family. I do know in the past that their family's invested in the stock market and hit big time. We've all heard the rumors of a witch being involved, though no evidence was ever found.

All I can say is I thanked the lord I wasn't mated to one of their son's. I'm pretty damn sure I would have bolted, if I was allowed to that is. The rumor has it that when the youngest son, Trevor found his mate she was out on a date with another wolf. That poor boy ended up in the hospital in a coma for two months. His hands wasn't even on her! Stupid werewolf boys.

"You day dreaming about your mate?" My oldest brother Nathan, voice echoes inside the car with laughter.

"Did you honestly ask me that question? Do I need to smack you around a few hundred times?" Douche bag knows I don't want a mate, they all do. That doesn't stop them from picking one me one damn bit.

"Skylar, do not take that tone with your brother. You know he is only teasing you!" My father howlers from the driver's seat. Well of course I know he is teasing me! That's all he does!

"Are we almost to this secret location? I'm starving." My parents wouldn't stop for food only gas and it is driving me insane. Packed sandwiches got old within the first two hours. All the sodas were downed leaving me with the last water bottle. Not to mention I had to piss like a race horse. Would they stop? No, not for a bathroom break. We have to be on time otherwise it's a mark against our pack.

Each day a certain number of families would leave for this two week 'vacation'. Our group was the last to leave. The King and Queen are throwing a royal celebration for their new daughter, welcoming her into the kingdom. For us normal wolves this is a chance to meet our so called soul mates. After the royal ball is over and you have found your mate you are to leave. It gives the unmated wolves more access to each other. The unmated wolves are given one week after the ball to find their mates, if they don't they go home with the rest of their pack mates and hope for the best in the coming years.

The royal family throws mating balls every five years. If they didn't wolves would go mate less and our numbers would diminish faster than we could reproduce.

"You're always starving Skylar, that's why we had to pack extra sandwiches and snacks," John roars with laughter. He is the second born.

"Jerk!" Punching him in the back of the head, I send him a hard glare when he turns around and swats my hand away.

"It's the truth and you know it. You could eat the four of us guys out of house and home if you tried."

"Mom!" I whine out. I hate when they pick on my eating habits.

"Don't mom me darling, you know it's the truth. Boy's stop bothering your sister you know she doesn't like it." Smirking I stick my tongue out at the four of them. I may be a daddy's girl, but my momma sticks up for me when my brothers stand against me. "To answer your question Skylar, yes we are nearly there. According to the map, more or less then fifteen minutes."

"Oh thank God! Look out boys, I'm taking over the bathroom the moment we reach the room. This princess has to pee!" Crossing my legs, I glance back out the window in hopes of seeing the gigantic castle. They are royalty, I expected them to live in a castle, if not I will be highly disappointed.

"Honey you do realize we will not be staying indoors right?" My father softly utters.

"Say what! Where the heck am I supposed to pee and take a shower? Is it because we are at the bottom of the pack? Are they honestly discriminating against lower wolves? How freakin dare they!" Now I'm furious, they are meant to protect and take care of us. Demanding we travel for a stupid ball for their stupid son and in return make us pee outside! I'm a human as well as a wolf and I love my bathrooms and hot showers. Where do they expect me to prepare for the ball?

"Skylar, I don't need to remind you they are royal and can banish you to rogue life if you treat them with disrespect. If you show up and cause a scene we will not be able to help you out in the slightest. We love you, but to be banished because you can't hold your tongue isn't fair to us." Sighing I calm down a tad bit, knowing my mother is correct. If a royal were to hear me I would be in extreme trouble.

"If you hadn't complained about packing, you would have noticed we packed camping gear. The king's adviser sent out a formal letter explaining the sleeping arrangements. Packs will stick together in designated areas in the forest. We are allowed one tent per family to store our belongings. We may either sleep inside the tent or out in wolf form, though we must stay in our area. For the ball, men and woman will be separated into two sections of the castle. There we will be able to shower, dress and become presentable," replays John. I bet that's exactly how my father worded it. John is a suck up.

"I'm glad at someone pays attention to when I speak," my father articulates from up front. I listen, to a point most of the time. His words might go in one ear and out the other, but I do listen.

Ignoring the bickering once again, I gaze out my window. Sitting in the back with Mark wasn't too bad, he doesn't smell or anything. Hating small spaces the need to gaze outside eases the tightness in my chest. The guys know this and tend to leave me alone, otherwise my father has to pull over while I race out and shift. It's easier to leave me alone then it is to chase me down and wait until I shift back into human form. I once spent four hours running from my brothers, not to infuriate them, though it did.

Over the years they have learned I love my space and if they invade it, nothing good comes from it. I may not be an amazing fighter, I do have skills. My brothers have taught me to fight my own battles, helping out when the odds are against me. I took each practice and experience to heart and never over compensate. I know I'm not the best and don't believe I can take down an alpha or a group of male wolves. Yes, a single male wolf if he is the same rank as me and is over confident. If not the best I can do is run and call to my brothers for protection.

It's happened once in my short existence and I pray it never occurs for a second time. 

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STRECHING MY BODY, I FEEL hot and bothered. Did I rub up and down Silus while napping? It's the only reason to why my body is on fire right now.

Wiggling around, I realize I'm no longer on top of Silus's chest. He isn't next to me either.

When I feel a rough wet swipe against my lower body, I'm shocked.

"If you continue to wiggle your beautiful pussy in my face I will not go easy on you, mate," he groans into my thigh, nipping it harshly before licking away the pain.

"Silus?" My eye travel down my naked body to meet with his blazing gold ones.

"My wolf and I will not let you leave this room until you are carrying our pup. You made the choice to be with us. It's time to show you what that all in tales."

My back arches up as a scream leaves my mouth. His warm mouth kisses my core, tongue swiping out and flicking my taunt and quivering nub. "Silus..." My fingers grip the askew bed sheets tighter with each flick of his tone. Biting down on my lip, I shake my head side to side with the raw tension building in my gut.

"Do not hold your moans back, Skylar. I want to hear you scream my name to the rafters." I do just that with the two fingers he hammers inside of me.

"Silus, please." I want to feel the rush again. To collapse into utter exhaustion from his lips.

"No, my love. You need to learn to hold it in until I let you fly. This is for teasing me in the shower earlier." The onslaught of his tongue, teeth, lips and fingers is too much for me to bare. I feel tears falling down my face with each passing second. My body is high strung and if he doesn't let me come, I'll surely die when I do.

Hours pass by it seems as he continues to drink in his favorite potion. I'm a withering mess of sweat. He placed a command over my body within minutes of starting up this sweet torture. Until he lets me come, I will not.

"Please," I sob. My body is too tightly strung. I can barely breathe with the way my lungs are burning. "I can't take it anymore. I swear I'll never tease you again, just let me come."

"I want you to tease me every day for the rest of our lives, my love. That way I will be able to watch you do this." It's as if with those simple words, he tightened the noose around my throat and dropped the command at all once.

My back arches, throat tightens and I silently scream as his teeth bite down ruthlessly on my over sensitive bud.

"Beautiful."

Black dots cover my already forcefully closed eyes. I can smell my blood covering my palms with the strength of my nails cutting my skin.

"Soar, my little wolf." With one last flick of his tongue, I lose consciousness.

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