Mated to the Pack Ch. 21

Janet held up her left hand and flashed a diamond at me. "Not just his submissive, sweetie. Soon to be his mate."

That shocked me. "Gerhard?"

"It's true. Janet has made herself indispensable," Gerhard said. "I can't do without her anymore. She makes every day a joy to wake up to. I know what you're thinking, but I think we can make this work."

"What about the age thing?" I asked, which was a stupid thing to ask given we couldn't talk about it in front of Sean, or a few other people.

"He's only a couple years older than Janet is. I don't see the problem," Sean said.

Like a 125 years older, but still about to outlive her by close to one hundred years. How the fuck would they hide it. I suppose if the only people who knew were wolves, it could happen, but they couldn't live in public. Janet would need to disappear to her family. Of course, I had no clue what that consisted of. Maybe disappearing wouldn't be a hardship for her. Jesus!

"Have you seen my mother, and Kathleen?" I asked Gerhard.

"I saw Kathleen before attending the party, She's with a babysitter tonight. Anita is looking at the paintings."

"Did you get the paintings you wanted from Gretchen before she moved?"

"I did. They're beautiful."

"I think we need to chat before you leave Maine."

"I'll be staying at your parent's house the next couple days. You can see me there."

"I'm going to see the paintings. I haven't seen them yet," I said.

"You figure prominently in a few of them."

"Gretchen thinks of me as her muse. I'm not surprised. Come on Sean."

One of the bedrooms had been set up as a picture gallery. There were several people there looking at her art, including my and Gretchen's parents, and Quinn.

"Damn!" Sean said. "These are wonderful. Gerhard was right. You are in a lot of them. A lot of wolves, too."

He stopped in front of the painting of me sitting in front of the fireplace holding my tummy while I was about four months pregnant.

"This is magnificent. Where is this?"

"My folks and Gretchen came to visit and we took a little road trip around northern New England," I said. "This is at one of the hotels we stayed at."

"It's one of my favorites too," Quinn said. "I paid $5000 for this and I'm sure I'd be lucky to get it for $20,000 now."

"You own this?" Sean asked.

"This one too. It's the view off my deck."

It was the one with me looking back at the house.

Sean was silent for awhile. "Were you the father of Jessica's baby?" he finally asked.

"No, I wasn't," Quinn said. "That honor belonged to someone else."

"Yet you have two paintings of Jessica, one of them while she's pregnant."

"I care a great deal for Jessica, and the artwork is sublime. Why wouldn't I have some?"

"How much do you care for Jessica?"

"Enough I would have married her. She doesn't want me though. There's too much standing in the way of that ever happening. Be glad."

Quinn excused himself and left to look after his other guests. I looked after him, but stayed with my boyfriend. I started chatting with my parents. Sean left me to continue looking at the art, then heading back to the main party, unhooking my leash so I could continue to chat. Apparently, while he was gone, he heard something he shouldn't have.

He came back and yanked on my arm forcing me to look at him.

"Tell me about your breeding."

"What do you want to know?"

"Is it through in-vitro fertilization?"

I could guess what he might have heard.

"No, Sean. There's no in-vitro involved. Breeding has to occur naturally."

"Why didn't you tell me?"

"You didn't ask."

"Are your future pregnancies going to occur the same way?"

"Yes."

"What about your promise to me, that you'd never fuck another man?"

Trying to be as honest as I could was about to do some major damage to my relationship. It had taken six or seven months, because we usually saw one another once a week, but Sean was a good man who'd I grown to love. He was unfailingly kind, honorable, smart, worked hard, was good to my friends and allowed me to keep Gretchen as a lover. The only sticking point was his pointless competition with Quinn.

"I can explain," I said.

"I'd love to hear it," Sean said.

"I've told you one lie, Sean. One, and that's not the lie I told. The lie I told you is that I didn't find your mother."

"What! You found my mother?"

"Yes, wait here. James and Sue, you might as well know too. Don't anyone leave."

I went and found Rene and ensured he had three NDA agreements, then told him to bring them to the room with Gretchen's paintings. I also collected Gerhard, Brigitte, Alicia, Sasha and Gretchen and went back.

When everyone was in the room that needed to be there, and everyone who didn't was gone, I locked the door. I handed the NDA's to the three clueless people, told them to read them over carefully and sign them.

Sean read his over, then said, "Why the fuck do I need to sign this?"

"Because I can't tell you who your mother is unless you sign it. If you don't want to sign it, you can leave. I won't bother you again. I'll disappear from your life. I can tell you that if you reveal what you're about to learn, you'll disappear. It's already happened to someone I met. If you don't think you can keep a huge fucking secret, go now."

All three of them signed the documents and I handed them to Rene.

"Who's my mother?" Sean asked.

"You've already met her. It's one of the women in this room. Who looks most like you?"

He hopefully looked around, but all of the women were so young looking, though Sasha had his coloring. Sue and my mother were the only ones who looked old enough to have had him. In actuality, five of them were old enough to have had him. If it were my mother, we'd be committing incest now, and he did trust me enough to know he wasn't fucking his sister.

"Sasha looks a little like me, but she's not old enough. Sue?"

"How old are you Sasha?" I asked.

"One hundred, twenty-seven." Sean's, James' and Sue's mouths dropped open.

"Is that old enough, Sean?"

He looked again, believed the evidence of his own eyes instead of Sasha and snorted.

"How old are you, Rene?"

"One hundred and forty-four."

"Grandfather Gerhard, how old are you?"

"One hundred, fifty-three."

"Grandfather?" Sean said.

I ignored him for the moment. "Brigitte?"

"Sixty-one."

"Alicia?"

"Fifty-nine."

"Sean, those are their ages in human years. The thing is, they're not human. They're shapeshifters, werewolves as the legends go. Their lifespan is roughly three hundred years. Sasha is, in fact, your mother. Twenty eight years ago, she was raped by a rogue werewolf, while they were both in their human forms. She had a baby, you, and had to give you up for adoption. You are 100% wolf yourself, the union of two shapeshifters, but you're not a werewolf yourself. If two wolves mate as humans, they have a human child. If they mate as wolves, they have real wolf puppies, not werewolf puppies. If they mate as a human and a wolf, they're infertile and can't have children at all. If a werewolf mates in the human form, with a real human, they have nothing but human children. Gerhard mated with my grandmother as a human and she had my mother. She's essentially 50% wolf, but entirely human. I'm 25% wolf, and all human.

"The reason Sasha couldn't keep you is because it's dangerous for human babies to live among wolves. For one thing, they're incredibly fragile compared to wolves. Werewolves are damn near indestructible compared to us. I've stabbed Brigitte over twenty times with a knife. You've seen her naked. Have you seen a single scar on her?"

"No."

"It's because they heal incredibly rapidly. They have to in order for them to shift from human to wolf and back again. They knit their bodies back together very fast. If you were raised with werewolf children, they'd probably kill you by accident, because they wouldn't realize how fragile you were. That's why Sasha had to give you up, to protect you.

"But the other thing is, Sasha is aging roughly one fourth as fast as you are. If she kept you and you were raised where people could see the aging rates, they'd see her children looking as old as she looked, growing old, and dying while she still looked as young as she does now. Then people would know that another species lives amongst us, which they can't, which is why you signed those fucking forms. You can't tell anyone, ever, unless they've signed the same forms. Carl doesn't know. He can't know his wife is breeding with wolves, because he hasn't signed the NDA. As far as he's concerned, she's fucking men.

"Now, getting back to your original question. How the hell am I going to keep my promise to you of not fucking a man? Number one, they aren't men. Granted, that's putting a mighty fine point on the whole deal, but the second thing is, I can't have a werewolf puppy if I fuck a werewolf in its human form, as a man. The only way I can, is to fuck one in it's wolf form. I need to fuck a wolf to have a puppy. Every one of the women who's been bred for infertile couples, has mated with a wolf. James and Sue, Gretchen has fucked a werewolf, but you all have fucked werewolves in their human shapes. Even you, Sean. You fucked three wolves, Brigitte, Alicia and Ingrid, are all wolves. So is Quinn. You wonder why Gretchen has so many wolves in her paintings; it's because she has a lot of wolf models.

"You wanted to know why I can't be with Quinn? Why I refused to marry him? Because I'm going to die long before he does. Any human children I have, will die before he does. I'll be old, wrinkled and gray, and he won't look more than five or ten years older than he does now. I can't grow old with him. I can't live with him in human society, because ten years from now, people are going to be wondering why I'm getting old and he isn't. If my parents didn't know about wolves, I would have had to give them up if I was married to Quinn because they wouldn't see him aging as fast as I was. I'd either have to remove myself from human society, or move constantly so no one would see me aging while my husband didn't, and in fifty years, I'd look seventy-five, and Quinn would look thirty-five. He'd look like a gigolo who married an old crone for money. Ten years is about as long as any wolf can get away with pretending to be human with a human. It's why Sasha couldn't identify herself to you as your mother. First of all, she didn't look old enough to be your mother. You didn't believe it even when told she was. Without you knowing she's a wolf, she'd have to disappear from your life all over again so you wouldn't know she wasn't aging as fast as you were.

"That's why I was so surprised Janet is going to mate with my Grandfather. She's human and he's not. I don't know how they're going to manage it. She has to give up any family she has, or never tell them she's married to a man who's now five times her age, and will still look young when she's old enough to pass. That's why you don't need to worry about the male hunks around me. I'm not leaving you for any of them. They're all wolves. So I made that promise to you because I wasn't even going to have sex with them in their human forms. I do have to mate with them as wolves. Now you can be as upset as you want to be about that, but this is the only way they can continue their species. Otherwise, the magnificent species represented by your mother, would die out, extinct.

"Now, so far, all you've got to go on is my word. I don't expect you to believe me based on my word alone. If all the wolves in here would remove your clothes and shift, we can show them I'm not a liar."

All of the wolves removed their clothes, then shifted. Despite knowing, or suspecting it might happen, the three humans were still shocked when it did. Sue almost collapsed, although James held her. Sasha went to Sean and nuzzled at his hand.

"My God," Sean said. He almost pulled away from her, then started stroking her and she whined.

She shifted back, said, "My son", and hugged him, which startled him due to her nudity, but he hugged her back. The other wolves all shifted back and put their clothes back on.

"What happened to my father?" Sean asked.

"He lost his freedom for a while, which is horrible for wolves, being penned up, and was banned from the pack. As pack animals, they don't do well away from the pack. However, he failed to learn his lesson. Within the last year, he attempted to rape another wolf, Ingrid, when she came to visit. Ingrid was assisted by another wolf, Lisette, in driving him off. Later, Quinn captured him, and under the authority of the Alphas of the New England pack, was sent to the Wisconsin wolves, where Ingrid cut off his dick and balls with a silver knife so he couldn't rape anyone again. It was primarily Sasha's decision, since he raped her first. She's the New England female Alpha, mated to Rene. He's still there in Wisconsin," I said. "I believe his name was Darrell."

"That's correct," Sasha said. "He'll be killed if he does anything further. We have a treaty with the government. We need to police our pack members in our own way to avoid problems with the feds."

"Why a silver knife?" Sean asked.

"The legends are partly true," I said. "Silver weapons are the only way to keep a wolf from regenerating. The only other way to kill a wolf is to cause blood loss so massive, they can't fix themselves before they bleed out. Decapitation works. We touched on the difficulties between Quinn and Brigitte, without the details. Quinn works as the pack's primary tracker and hunter of rogue weres. They went after a werebear with eight wolves, one of them Brigitte's mate. When they cornered the bear, Phillipe refused to fight which caused Quinn's potential mate, or fiancée, to be killed, and two other wolves to be horribly injured though they could eventually heal because no silver weapons were used.

"Werewolf society generally follows wolf pack society. There are alpha wolves and everyone else. Lower ranking wolves have to defer to higher wolves upon request, including fucking, of either gender. They don't recognize labels like gay or lesbian. Every wolf has sucked a cock, Every wolf has licked a pussy. Every wolf has been fucked in the ass. It's not like they go around demanding lower ranking wolves fuck them all the time, but they can demand it. Quinn only suspected Adriana died due to Phillipe's cowardice, but he had no proof. He started demanding that Brigitte fuck him several times a day, until he was fucking her more than her own mate, or husband, trying to force Phillipe to fight him. He refused to fight until he became a laughingstock in his own pack for letting his wife be fucked by another wolf more than him.

"He finally challenged Quinn to a fight, rather common among wolves. Almost as soon as the fight started, Phillipe surrendered. Quinn continued to bite and maul him, trying to force him to fight back, knowing his injuries would heal. Brigitte, seeing her mate being torn up, told her mate to shift to a human and threw him a silver knife. It's how Quinn got the scar on his face that can't heal. In order to protect himself, Quinn had to rip Phillipe's throat out. That was the source of the animosity between Quinn and Brigitte."

"Why can't humans know about werewolves?" James asked.

"Because of their longevity and ability to heal most wounds, and that they can't get sick, people would start experimenting on them to see if they could figure out how to give those gifts to humans. The reason you've all been fucking wolves without condoms, is because you can't get sick from one. No AIDS, no cancer, no heart attacks, emphysema, MD, MS, polio, smallpox, nothing. Some wolf researchers believe that it's the constant shifting between their two forms that causes their bodies to reject illness and refresh their genetic structure, which enhances their lifespan. But if people have to become wolves to achieve those benefits, dissecting them to see what makes them tick, doesn't do anything but kill wolves. But you can't become a wolf without being bitten by one, or being born as one. Biting a human is illegal by treaty, and Quinn hunts down the were animals that do violate the treaty, which leaves being born one, so what can you hope to accomplish by spreading the knowledge that they exist, except scare people, or cause wolves to be murdered by people anxious to study them."

"When did you learn we were fucking wolves?" Sue asked my parents.

"When Jessica explained to Gretchen and Brenda that they had to mate with wolves in order to get paid. Gerhard was there to offer them money," Mom said, "and when we found out that wolves had to give humans up for adoption and I'd been adopted, and never found out who my birth parents are, we found out Gerhard was my father. I was born in the same hospital, on the same day as my mother died in childbirth, and adopted through the same adoption agency that the government used for wolf children, Tender Mercies adoption agency, which is the same one that handled your adoption, wasn't it, Sean?"

"Yes." He looked numb, unable to quickly absorb what we were throwing at him.

"The government doesn't like giving out that information, partly so people don't find out about werewolves, but Quinn was able to use his government contacts as a hunter/tracker for rogue weres to find you," Sasha said. "I was so happy when you started dating Jessica, because it gave me a way to stay in contact with you and learn about you and make sure you were okay."

"Normally, Sean, a number of male wolves are allowed to mate with one of the breeders," I said. "In a way, it gives them an equal chance to have progeny. Rene, as the pack's male alpha, got more chances to breed me than any of the other wolves. He was the father of my child. In a way, it's a survival of the fittest type scenario. Many wolves get a chance to breed, but only one succeeds, hopefully, the strongest wolf. As a reward for finding you, Sasha has offered Quinn the opportunity to be my sole breeder the next time I offer up my womb. I will only mate with him as a wolf, and only for as long as it takes to get pregnant. The wolves can smell that I'm pregnant within two days of conception. They have to be able to tell because a bitch can't shift when she's pregnant. Pregnancy hormones prevent shifting, so Brigitte was stuck as a human for nine months when she was pregnant with my half sister.

"I know that Quinn breeding me may be upsetting to you. You've felt like you were in competition with him from the moment we met. I'm hoping that this information helps you to deal with that. Now that you know, I have no problem with you witnessing my breeding. That way, you can see that he's not a man when I fuck him. You can't have unprotected intercourse with me while he's trying to breed me, but I can still suck you off, or you can have sex with the other women I've given you. I gave them to you, in part, because I knew this was coming down the pike, and I want to make it as easy for you as I can. I promised your mother and her mate four puppies, and I want to keep my promise to them. In a way, I feel like I found you, because I wanted to help Sasha when I learned she had to give up a baby for adoption like my mother was given up. I asked Quinn if he could use his government contacts to find out who and where you were. I haven't regretted asking him to do so, because it brought you into my life. That's the secret I've been keeping from you and the reason why. Can you forgive me?"

"Please, Sean," Sasha said. "Jessica is a wonderful human. She's done more to help werewolves than any other human in our history. Please give her a chance. Now that you know about us, we can bring you out to our headquarters, and tell you all about ourselves, your own ancestry, anything you want to know, including why we need to mate with humans the way we do, and can't use in-vitro fertilization, and even why human male and wolf bitch breeding doesn't work, even though it could. You and Jessica are welcome to come tonight."