Hey guys! This is my first literotica submission and my first ever smut scene. Let me know how I do! Favorites and comments on ways I can improve are much appreciated. Enjoy!~
Vera hit the snooze button before her alarm clock even had the chance to go off. She hadn't managed to get a wink of sleep the night before. It was her eighteenth birthday and she was officially old enough to be mated.
Any normal teenage wolf would be ecstatic and ready to start fucking the nearest eligible bachelor. Not that most wolves these days actually waited until they were of legal age these days, but Vera was the daughter of the Herondale Alpha. Her virginity was a key token to be traded off to the highest bidder.
Not that she expected any young wolf to want her as a mate.
She was a null.
She was born of two different lines of the most ancient werewolf blood- the Herondales and the Cashores, and yet she carried no wolf blood inside her. It was an extremely rare condition, mostly affecting the human mates of some true born werewolves. No one expected the firstborn daughter of such a powerful family to be afflicted, as they liked to call it.
She had stronger than the average human senses and strength, but she wasn't a wolf and never would be. She had no furry 'other half.' She was just Vera- the shame of the Herondale pack.
The average wolf emerges in werewolf children around the age of six, and when that time came and went, her parents had been devastated. They had done what any good parent would do, and lied; telling her that were proud of her no matter what. But even then she could feel the disappointment, see it in their gazes. They worked hard to make up for her, having five younger siblings.
She would never run with the pack or feel a supernatural bond when, or more likely if she mated. Though, she was torn on the subject. Part of her wanted to be a wolf, make her parents proud, but the other part was terrified.
As ridiculous as it sounded, she, the alpha's daughter, was terrified of wolves. Her breath caught in her throat every time she saw one of the pack members even so much as nap under a tree in their wolf form. She rarely went outside the compound.
She hadn't always been so afraid of them. A few weeks after her fifth birthday, she'd been out with Daniel, her older brother. They weren't supposed to go off alone, but of course they had disobeyed. They had been picking flowers by the river when a massive, blurry, black shape darted from the bushes.
The huge, black rogue wolf had snarled and his impossibly green eyes had darted between her and her brother, choosing to go after the latter. Within seconds her ten-year-old brother's guts had been ripped out like nothing more than wet paper mâchè. By the time the pack had arrived, there was nothing-recognizable left of him.
They had tried to comfort her in their wolf forms, but she was wholly terrified of anything that looked even remotely like their attacker. Her father had immediately shifted back into his human form and scooped her up, cradling her as she sobbed the entire way back to the compound. She couldn't look at a wolf without her heart starting to pound in her chest.
That's why she thought her bidding ceremony was a huge joke. For one, she was a null. Two, she was terrified of wolves. Great qualities for a mate! Even if mating the Herondale alpha's daughter would form a useful tie to the pack, she doubted anyone thought it worth all the trouble that came with her.
Nonetheless, she wanted to get it over with. She slipped on a pair of form fitting jeans and t-shirt. Her mother would berate her, but Vera didn't care. She just wanted to sit there in shame once they announced no one wanted her and slink back up to her room, never to be seen again.
She headed down to the council room, where her parents and the other council members were waiting. Her mother grimaced seeing what she was wearing, which Vera had to keep herself from grinning at.
"Vera," he father greeted with a forced smile. It seemed he was just as worried he wouldn't get any takers as she was. The names and number of bidders were kept secret from the alpha until the day of, to avoid any attempts of bribery or coercion on the bidder's part. The bidders couldn't actually offer anything in trade for the alpha's daughters, as the final choice was supposed to lay with the girl herself, but the most powerful packs were the most likely to come out on top anyway.
"Dad, Mom." Vera smiled weakly, forcing a small nod. She shifted uncomfortably as the councilmen stood, holding a simple piece of paper.
The middle-aged man, one of her father's betas, sauntered to her father and leaned over his shoulder, a pleasant smile at his lips. "Alpha Vincent, Luna Cynthia, I think you'll be very pleased." He handed over the paper and her father's eyes immediately widened.
"What?" Vera questioned worriedly.
Cynthia broke out into a wide smile and stood up out of her chair, quickly going to her daughter's side. "Oh Vera!" She cried, wrapping her arms around her. "This is great news!"
"What news?! No one's said anything!" Vera growled frustratedly.
Her father cleared his throat, a proud grin at his lips. "The alpha of the Halfmoon pack wants you as his mate."
Vera blinked back in pure, unadulterated shock. An alpha? Who wanted her? What? Why? How? She suddenly stood, immediately feeling dizzy. "Who is that?" She managed to get out after a shaky breath.
Cian, another one of the betas, cleared his throat. "Killian Cassidy," he said simply.
"Well go on!" Vera cried after he seemingly thought she needed no other information.
"He's young, twenty-two in fact. The Halfmoons only have around thirty wolves, but they're very organized and quite the force. They splintered off from Cassidy clan from across the pond. He was the younger twin of the alpha."
