Omega's Last Wish

Listening to their conversation, I conjured images of metamorphosis and the eerie beauty within. The notion of a werewolf turning into a human female held a certain allure despite the darkness of my situation--a forbidden romance intertwined with danger and uncertainty.

"I gave her the right dose," Salt proclaimed proudly, emphasizing the pronoun she. The distinction between the werewolf's dual identities became more apparent with each passing word. My captors appeared to possess an intricate knowledge of this supernatural realm, their motives shrouded in secrecy.

The story dangled before me, its threads woven with intrigue and longing. Would the she-wolf survive the trials they subjected her to? What awaited her once the transformation was complete? And, perhaps most importantly, what role did I play in this enigmatic tale?

"Where is the werewolf?" I asked.

All three of my captors turned to look at me with amazement. "You dear, you are our werewolf; we just need you to turn for us," Edmond said.

"I don't understand," I asked, still fighting the fog in my brain. "How am I a werewolf?"

Pepper offered me a sip from a water bottle, and I took it carefully. "The condom Edmond slipped you in the coin purse was made to break so you would be infected with werewolf DNA from Hunter, the pack's beta," Pepper explained.

"The bonus was you were sissy enough to suck his cock and swallow another load of DNA," Salt mocked me by sticking her tongue against her cheek.

"She needs another dose or two to finish her transformation," Edmund said. "Find three more suitable donors tonight; she must change on the full moon."

"Where would we find male werewolves to fuck this clown?" Salt asked.

"Hey, it won't hurt to be nice; she'll be one of us in a few days," Pepper said.

"Whatever, get her some nice clothes; she has dinner with your Omega on Sunday," Edmund said.

"Where are you going?" Salt asked.

"I'm going to get Hunter out of jail; the tribunal will be in here to ask Leigh some questions, get her cleaned up and out of that chair," Edmund said as he walked out of the barn.

"A donor? I need blood?" I asked.

Salt took a knife, started cutting my duct tape restraints, and said, "No princess, a hot beef injection to finish your transformation."

SEVEN DAYS TO THE FULL HUNTER'S MOON.

As I slowly opened my eyes, the dim light filtering through the cracks of the wooden walls revealed my unfamiliar surroundings. I found myself lying in a pile of straw, my ankle chained tightly to an old oak building post. Confusion washed over me as I tried to piece together the events that led to this predicament. How did I end up here? And who would do such a thing?

The footsteps approaching broke the eerie silence, and my heart skipped a beat. Salt, my captor, strolled into the barn, absorbed in reading something on her tablet. My eyes darted around, searching for any escape route, but to no avail. It seemed as though I was still trapped within the confines of this desolate place.

"Good morning, princess," Salt's voice snapped me out of my thoughts. I glared at her, my eyes filled with anger and fear. "Good news, before lunch today, your stallion should be here," she casually informed me, a wicked smile curving her lips. My heart sank further into my chest, realizing the magnitude of my situation.

Trying to quell my growing hunger, I pushed my thoughts of escape aside and focused on the breakfast Salt had provided. It was a feast fit for a king or perhaps a prisoner's last meal. The paper plate held a generous portion of the local all-meat special, accompanied by five perfectly poached eggs and six slices of toast. The plastic silverware felt foreign in my hands, but I dug into the meal with gusto, devouring every morsel.

As the taste of breakfast lingered on my lips, the anticipation of what the day had in store for me grew. Lunchtime arrived, and my stomach rumbled with hunger once again. To my surprise, Salt presented me with a whole pot roast, steam rising enticingly from its tender meat. The aroma filled the air, making my mouth water. Yet, amidst this culinary indulgence, the realization that my freedom was slipping further away consumed my thoughts.

The afternoon handler, Amy, emerged from the shadows. Her blonde ponytail swished back and forth as she walked, held in place by a hair John Deere ball cap. Her eyes sparkled with adventure, and a mischievous smile played on her lips. She wore shorts and a Steppenwolf tee shirt, exuding casual confidence.

With a key in hand, she approached me cautiously. Her voice was filled with excitement as she offered to release me from the chains that had bound me. It was a simple promise not to run away. Little did I know, there was more to her than met the eye.

I tentatively nodded, rubbing my sore ankle where the iron shackle had once been. Amy's gaze never wavered as she took in my appearance, a mix of exhaustion and hope. With a swift gesture, she pointed towards a pile of clothes and toiletries, inviting me to bathe.

Amy led me outside and behind the barn, where a hot tub had been set up, overlooking a campground filled with towable trailer homes, and several men in small boats were fishing. The warm water enveloped my weary body as I entered the hot tub. The weariness slowly dissipated, replaced by a newfound sense of calm. The sound of churning water filled my ears, creating a serene ambiance.

I closed my eyes, allowing the water to wash away the dirt and grime of my journey. The scent of soap filled the air, mingling with the soft melodies of Steppenwolf playing in the background. It was as if time stood still, and for that moment, I was transported to a world where anything was possible.

"Where are we?" I asked.

"This is Hunter's farm; the state bought the dirt here to build a highway overpass creating this lake. Hunter's grandfather built a campground around it, and now its Hunter's. He also farms the five hundred acres of corn, beans, and wheat surrounding the property." Amy said.

Trying to absorb everything that had happened, I finally asked, "Where is Hunter?"

"Family meeting," Amy said. "He's in trouble for turning you against your will." "Hunter didn't get his family's permission to turn you, so everyone is upset with him."

"Turning me?" Turning me into what?" I asked.

"A werewolf, silly; we are here to watch you and see if you successfully transform into a she-wolf on the full moon." Amy laughed.

"Slowdown, a she-wolf?" I gasped. "A female werewolf?"

"You will become a wolf, then when you change into human form, you can choose your gender and appearance," Amy said. "It is called RSI, your Residual Self Image, how you see yourself or want others to see you. Your body is in that process from when you were bitten."

"Oh, I wasn't bitten; the condom broke," I admitted. What process is my body in now, and can I control my RSI?

"You become more and more interesting, Leigh; you were infected during sex?" Wait until the others hear this; I bet the pack master has an absolute conniption over this one." Amy said with renewed interest.

As the bubbles enveloped us in the warm embrace of the hot tub, Amy's eyes met mine in an intense gaze. It was as if the world outside ceased to exist, and in that moment, I almost forgot about Hunter and the trial that awaited him.

I couldn't deny the tumultuous emotions that swirled within me. Yes, Hunter had forced the werewolf transformation upon me, but deep down, I loved him. It was a love that transcended the boundaries of human understanding, which could only be found in the supernatural realm.

As the water caressed our skin, Amy became my guide into this new world, continuing my training. But our time in the hot tub was not just about mastering physical techniques; it was about delving into the intricate history of the wolves and their eternal battle against the other immortals who threatened humanity.

Amy's voice was soothing and passionate as she narrated the stories of long-forgotten wars and ancient rivalries. I hung on to her every word, my heart pounding with fear and exhilaration. The romanticism of our surroundings only added to the intensity of the moment.

My love for Hunter remained unshaken despite the painful transformations inside me and the chaos it had brought into my life. But as Amy continued to enlighten me about the wolves' past, a seed of doubt began to sprout within me. Were Hunter's intentions truly pure? Did he genuinely care for me, or was I just another pawn in his game? The hot tub conversations with Amy opened up a Pandora's Box of uncertainties, causing my heart to ache with conflicting emotions.

A simple shirt and skirt and a pair of slip-on shoes were provided for me. Amy helped braid my hair into pigtails, just past my shoulders.

With a coy smile, she whispered, "Are you ready?" Her words hung in the air, creating an electric tension between us. At that moment, I couldn't help but wonder about Amy's true intentions. What lay beneath her playful demeanor?

"Let's try a simple transformation," she offered, her voice filled with excitement. I glanced at her, a mix of curiosity and skepticism in my eyes. A transformation? What could she possibly mean?

Standing in the grass, she demonstrated the proper method of pointing her toes, her movements fluid and graceful. Then, she instructed me to focus on my inner wolf, to let her come to the front of my mind. With a deep breath, I closed my eyes and tried to tap into the wild, untamed part of my being.

Eager to see the magic unfold, I opened my eyes only to witness Amy stretching out her arms, her body bending like a woman on a high dive. And then, instantly, she drove towards the grass, defying gravity. My heart skipped a beat as she landed on all four paws with the grace of a wolf. She was a wolf.

I stared in awe at the magnificent creature before me. Larger than a regular wolf, she had a unique pattern in her fur that seemed to shimmer under the fading sunlight. Her eyes, filled with a wisdom beyond human comprehension, locked with mine as if inviting me into her world.

Determined not to be left behind, I summoned all my courage and attempted the same transformation. But alas, my efforts proved futile, and I landed on the lawn with a thump, still trapped in my human form.

Amy, ever understanding, shimmered as she turned back into her human self. "It takes time," she reassured me, her voice comforting yet tinged with melancholy. "Not everyone can embrace their inner wolf as easily as others."

SIX DAYS TO THE FULL HUNTER'S MOON.

Salt and Pepper, my enigmatic captors, had arrived, their presence both commanding and mysterious. With a flick of their hands, they motioned for me to follow.

Uncertain of what lay ahead, I hesitated momentarily, but the allure of the unknown beckoned me forward. They spoke not a word, but their eyes held a promise, a hint of a life that awaited me beyond the confines of this dilapidated barn.

Without hesitation, I obliged as Salt handed me a little black dress delicately draped over my trembling arm. Its silky fabric whispered secrets of nights filled with enchantment and passion. Nylons were offered, a delicate touch of vulnerability that sealed my fate.

In the corner, a small make-up table awaited me, adorned with cosmetics of transformation. As I applied each stroke with hesitation, a subtle metamorphosis unfolded. Out of the ordinary became extraordinary, and I saw the person I had always longed to be.

Black pumps, pristine and waiting, held the promise of a dance that could transport me beyond the realms of reality--and nestled beside them, a box containing cheap bangles and earrings awaited, shimmering with the potential of infinite possibilities.

My captors, ever watchful, glanced towards Hunter's house, their movements sharp and precise. The transition from the barn to my new abode was imminent, a transmigration of my essence. But there was a caveat, a condition I had to embrace willingly.

If I were to transform into a werewolf voluntarily, a judgment-free space would be granted to my boyfriend, Hunter. He would be entrusted with guiding and training me through my first year. But first and foremost, a house would become my sanctuary, a shelter from the storm unleashed within.

With trepidation coursing through my veins, I allowed my captors to lead me from the barn to the house. I found myself guided through the back door, now considered family, as the intended mate to Hunter, the pack master's brother.

The back door opened into a quaint country kitchen, bathed in soft sunlight filtering through lace curtains. My heart quickened at the sight of Amy, a familiar face entrusted with training me as a wolf and teaching me the intricacies of maintaining our humble abode. Her presence added a calmness to this new chapter of my life.

Within the farmhouse's walls, the time you were seemed to stand still. Despite the exterior's traditional appearance, the interior had recently been modernized and boasted a breathtaking beauty. The delicate balance between old-world charm and contemporary elegance left me in awe.

Amy explained that my duties would include maintaining the home, preparing Hunter's meals, and caring for his laundry. I would also be expected to manage the finances for the campground on the property and any other expenses to maintain the home.

"Wait, I'm not housewife material," I said.

Amy slid a contract in front of me and explained that I would be paid a fair salary, pointing to a number on the agreement that started with one and five other numbers behind and no cents.

"What if I choose a different occupation?" I asked.

Still standing by the door with Pepper, Salt cracked her knuckles and offered to return me to the barn and my leg irons.

I signed the contract. Amy hugged me, and a disappointed Salt left the house.

Amy led me through a tour of the house. The main floor had a living room in the front with a kitchen in the rear of the home. A large dining room was between the kitchen and living room. A doorway off the dining room led to an office having two desks, one for me to manage the house and property and the other for Amy to manage the farm and the campground. There were stairs behind two doors, one leading upstairs and the other to the basement.

The stairs going up led me to a large landing adorned with eloquent French provincial chairs and side tables that seemed out of place in the design of the house. Beautiful handmade Victorian lamps adorned the tables, and the room seemed cozy, if not out of place, with the general floor plan.

Two doors led away from the landing; one Amy showed me was to my bedroom, and the other was hers.

Stepping into my bedroom for the first time took my breath away. The center of the room was dominated by a honey walnut King Sleigh Bed. A woodland scene was carved into the wood surrounding the mattress with deer, wolves, rabbits, and other creatures featured between the trees. Wolf carvings stood supporting the bed on the four corners. The whole thing was a work of art.

The tables and two side chairs complemented the massive bed; it was apparent these came from an estate sale or were hand-crafted just for this room. Antique white with hand-painted pink roses decorated the two hurricane-style parlor lamps on each side table, and a reading light of a similar design was near the sitting chairs.

A doorway led to my bathroom with a modern shower in the corner and a large granite oval tub I could submerge myself in completely. Behind the tub were sliding glass doors leading to a balcony overlooking acres of corn and the barn that was once my prison.

A wall-mounted toilet and a matching bidet were on the wall near the corner shower. To my relief, a roll of toilet paper hung between the two. Opposite was a long counter with mirrors surrounded by lights for makeup and other essentials.

"Lisa dropped off some of your things already, and I hope you don't mind. I put things in the dressers and bathroom to help you settle in," Amy, my caring and thoughtful friend, said as she handed me the keys to my new home. I smiled, grateful for her assistance in making this transition easier.

As I turned, I was drawn to a cellophane-wrapped gift basket on the counter's edge. Bath accessories peeked out from beneath the plastic, and a small card rested on top. With curiosity and anticipation, I reached for the card and read its words aloud, "To Leigh with all my love, Hunter."

My heart skipped a beat as I gazed at the basket, absorbing the weight of those simple words. "With love," I whispered to myself. The sentiment sparked a fire within me, awakening unfamiliar emotions. Was this love that Hunter spoke of, or was it merely lust? It was a question that plagued my mind as my body began to change both physically and emotionally.

Sitting on the edge of my bed, I contemplated the complexities of my desires. Could I genuinely discover what it meant to love and be loved? Or would I forever be torn between the pursuits of different passions? Would I continue on this journey of self-discovery and embrace my femininity, regardless of the gender of my partner?

The gift basket reminded me of the love I yearned for, yet it also held the uncertainty of my identity. Each time I glanced at it, I couldn't help but wonder if I would ever find the answers I sought.

"We can go shopping if you need anything; Hunter and Hayden have authorized a two thousand dollar settle-in allowance," Amy said, interrupting my thoughts. "And we could see if Lisa will go with us."

Amy brought a wave of curiosity and intrigue. She was beautiful, with her flowing blond hair, round face, and a perfect figure that stirred lustful thoughts in the minds of many. But there was something mysterious about her that caught everyone's attention.

For me, it was more than just intrigue. It was an inexplicable connection that I felt deep within my soul. My bond with Amy grew stronger as I changed from a human male to a female wolf. It was as if fate had intertwined our paths, and I couldn't help but be drawn to her.

However, amidst my confusion and transformation, questions plagued my mind. I couldn't ignore the worry that hung over me like a dark cloud. What did Amy refer to as the she-wolf in my brain? Was I losing control? Would the wolf within me erase my past and change me forever?

Alongside my inner turmoil, another troubling thought emerged. Hunter, a mysterious figure in our town, seemed to have taken me under his wing. He provided for me, almost as if he considered me his property, a kept woman. I couldn't help but wonder what would happen if I dared to disobey him.

Yet, despite the weight of my concerns, an undeniable romantic energy pulsed through the air whenever Amy and I were in each other's presence. It was as if our souls were entwined in a dance only destined lovers could understand.

Amy's cell rang, interrupting the tender moment we were sharing. Her playful expression shifted to one of seriousness as she glanced at the screen. Without missing a beat, she turned to me with a determined look.

"Hunter is on his way here for lunch," she informed me, her voice tinged with excitement and nervousness. "He wants to see how you and your inner wolf have adjusted."

"We need to get you ready for lunch," Amy said as she hustled me to the kitchen.

I started to panic. "Are you eating me for lunch?" I asked.

"We need to get you and lunch ready for Hunter's arrival," Amy said, a slight blush coloring her cheeks.

Amy tidied up the farmhouse, adjusting pillows and lampshades with meticulous attention as I stared at the pantry and almost empty refrigerator for the lunch I was supposed to make for Hunter. I found a vintage-style apron, something. I remember my grandmother wearing to protect the little black dress and nylons I wore.