Mated to the Pac

This is the final chapter of Mated to the Pack. This series will continue in the future under a similar name. This chapter is relatively sex free, although it does contain some, mostly normal sex, with an act of Domination as Quinn makes Jessica his submissive bitch, which includes a harsh spanking. My thanks to JohnnyGalt and Steve150177 for their editorial assistance. This is a copyrighted work which is not supposed to be used, copied, or published on other forums, or in other media without the authors consent. ©

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2024

Mated to the Pack, Ch 34

A Party Where All is Explained

The day after telling the kids I'd get married again, we extended invitations to all of our friends to come for a gathering in a couple of weeks, Saturday, with the usual grilling and festivities. I planned to tell everyone I was a wolf, not just Carl, as there were others who would need to know so I could maintain existing friendships with, including Randa's husband, and Simone's fiancé. About the only ones who wouldn't be told, would by our children, who might inadvertently tell what they knew, so my parents arranged for a baby sitter at their house for Kathleen, Matthew and Elizabeth.

We also went to town and got a whole bunch of little red flags on stiff wires with which to mark Quinn's property, so he didn't violate the terms of his house arrest. Since Matt, (not my son), Conor, and Brigitte were the most frequent, and least busy, visitors to our house, we introduced them to our children in their wolf shapes. After getting the flags, we went out with the children and the three wolves and using the property appraisal website to identify the boundaries, walked the edges of the property to mark Quinn's property. Matthew loved to shove the little flags in the ground. I usually handed him the flag and allowed him to place it. He felt useful. Elizabeth liked placing the flags too, but couldn't push them as deeply into the ground, so Gretchen would help her.

It took the better part of the afternoon, but after that, we felt comfortable going into the woods with Quinn, and he showed us and the children a lot about tracking, various fauna we came across, and just the woods in general. Sometimes, Gretchen and I would go as wolves, letting the kids get used to us, and other times as people. If some of the other wolves went with us, Quinn would have them talk in wolf speech, and explained what they were saying, so we began to recognize more and more what the wolves were saying, even the kids.

On one of our trips into the woods, we saw the Alpha of the wild Wolfpack and his mate and two puppies. Brigitte was with us that trip in her wolf shape. The wolf scented me, and recognized the scent. Despite the fact we'd given them food, didn't mean we weren't a threat now. Neither did he run. He did, however, growl, and the bitch was crouched close to the ground, hair up, and I think, telling her puppies to stay close.

Quinn said to Matthew. "Tell that wolf to sit."

"Sit, wolf," Matthew said.

Of course, it didn't sit. "That wolf is wild, and he has his mate and two puppies with him," Quinn said. "He's afraid of us. That's his warning growl, telling us to stay away from his family. Brigitte, (all of our friendly wolves now had their real names as their wolf names), tell them that this is our family, and our family won't hurt theirs. As long as we're left alone, we'll leave them alone. Tell them the kids are our puppies, and should never be harmed."

Brigitte have a series of barks, whimpers and growls that was starting to make sense to me. The bitch seemed a little less wary, and they relaxed even more as we moved away.

"Can we pet the puppies?" Matthew asked.

"Never," Quinn said. "They will always assume that man is a threat to their family, and most men are. Wolves sometimes get hunted. Just like Brigitte will protect you, they will protect their puppies. They're wild, not tame. Even if they seem like they won't hurt you, they might. Nor will they bother telling other wild wolves that you might not hurt them. So always assume a wolf is a threat unless it obeys you, especially if it has a wolf family. That's when they're the most dangerous."

We enjoyed our walks together in the woods, and I was learning a lot every time we went out, whether wolf or human. Often after spending time with Quinn, I'd come home and want to have sex with him. Most of the time, Lenore would join us. Sometimes Gretchen did. Mostly, Quinn left her alone, but every couple of weeks, she'd have to perform an act of obeisance. Wolf training never really stopped, and obedience to higher ranking wolves was part of our lessons.

A few times, we'd go out in the woods, and Quinn would watch us battle as wolves, then offer up suggestions to improve our fighting skills. By the time of our party, both Gretchen and I had reduced our shift times to under two minutes. It still hurt like hell, but then, so did tearing at each other in wolf battles, and we were becoming more accustomed to the pain, and better able to suppress the noise we made when we shifted. I still worried the kids might hear us, but not as much as I did before. We were fairly comfortable just going to the studio to shift.

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On the day of the party, a very pregnant Lenore took the children to my parents early as the rest of us prepared for the party. We brought in a lot of meat, for grilling, or just to eat raw, since everyone at the party would soon know that werewolves did exist, and I was now one of them.

We had everyone arrive well before we'd be grilling, so we could make our announcements before the festivities, although we did have snacks and drinks available. Included at the party were many of the wolves that had been friends to the humans in their human shapes. That included all of the bodyguards we'd had during our breeding cycles, such as Conor and Brigitte, Nathaniel and Daphne, Tony and Lisette, and Liam and Ryan.

I'd also invited Sean's adoptive family, including, finally, his brother, who'd now be told, because I hoped to remain in some sort of contact with his family, as well as my own.

Dani was there with Carl, Randa with Stan, and Simone with Jason, her fiancé. Her wedding was planned for a couple of months from now, and Isabelle was going to be her Maid of Honor.

When Lenore returned with Gretchen's and my parents, it was time. We gathered outside in a grassy area prepared for our disclosures.

We handed out the NDAs to the humans we required the signature of. "Please read these over very carefully, paying close attention to the draconian language," I said. "I can't stress enough how crucial secrecy is. Anyone who can't sign, for whatever reason, needs to leave, and I can never have contact with you again. I'm sorry, I just can't, and you'll know the reason why if you stay. A lot of you have already signed these forms, but we're going to reveal additional information, so for you, this goes into the never to be revealed category. As soon as you've signed, and we've collected all of the forms, we'll make our announcement. If you can't sign, please say goodbye before you leave."

Everybody signed the forms, and nobody left. Good. I didn't want to lose any more people than I already would.

"The forms you've signed is so I can reveal information that the federal government has kept secret intentionally, since 1899, when it signed a treaty with a different species, that have been shrouded in legend. This species are shapeshifters, more particularly, wolf shapeshifters, or werewolves. For those of you who are married to, engaged to, or family to women who have been surrogates to infertile couples, those couples were werewolves.

"At the time the treaty was signed, the primary method by which werewolves propagated, was biting a human. The treaty they signed with the government prohibited the biting of humans to propagate. The only other way to make a werewolf, is for a werewolf to, in it's wolf shape, mate with a human. For biological reasons they're still trying to work out, it has to be done that way.

"After the treaty, wolves in their human shapes, would seduce human females, and try to convince them to mate with them in their wolf shapes, in order to have a werewolf puppy. Several years ago, the Alpha wolf of the New England pack, conceived of the plan to pay human women to be breeders for the wolves. I was the first one, and due to the horrible economy, several of my friends and coworkers also started being surrogates to the wolves. They include my very good friends, Dani, Randa, Simone, Isabelle, Rose, and Karina, Sean's sister. The bodyguards who protected their unborn puppies, were wolf shifters, including Brigitte, Conor, Liam, Ryan, Lisette, Tony, Nat and Daphne. Maria and Sonya were my bodyguards when my house was attacked, and Maria gave her life trying to protect my family."

A lot of the husbands and boyfriends looked at their mates a little differently. Devin was shocked that his sister had also done it. Not her parents, since we'd informed them after Sean's death.

"If a wolf in human form has a child with a human, it's a human child, so I'm informing you that my mother, Anita, was a human born from such a relationship, half shapeshifter. If two wolves in their human shape have sex together, they have a human. Humans produced by wolf breedings such as those, are fully human, and for a variety of reasons, can't be raised by their wolf parents. Sean was born from the second type, so even though both of his parents were wolves, he was fully human. Sasha, the co-alpha of the New England pack, was Sean's real mother, and he had to be given up for adoption because Sasha couldn't raise him. My half sister, Kathleen, is half shapeshifter, though fully human. Our children are fully human despite the fact that I was a quarter wolf, and Sean was a hundred percent shapeshifter genetically. Carl, your child is half shapeshifter genes, although he is fully human, just as I was."

I wondered if they caught the past tense.

"The attack on my home, was made by some rogue wolves, primarily out of Canada, looking for Quinn, who'd humiliated a young Alpha from the Ottawa pack, who was then deposed as Alpha as being unfit to lead. I'd been with Quinn on that trip, and when he scented me from one of my runs, he followed me back to my home.

"Pack society polices their own criminals and rogues. Everyone involved in that attack is either dead or being hunted down. Wolves from all over the US and Canada were involved in that hunt. One of the wolves involved in the attack, was a local wolf, who'd raped Sasha, and was Sean's father. He didn't know he was a father, because he was penned up after his rape, and Sean was given up for adoption. I convinced him of the truth of his paternity after Sean's death, and that my children were his grandchildren, so he didn't let the other wolves harm them. It's the only reason they're alive today. The federal government got involved in hiding the details of that attack.

"What many of you don't know, is Gretchen's arm was bitten off during that attack. I know you're looking at her arm now, thinking, 'No Way. She's still got her arm'. Most of you probably thought she had a broken arm, as she wore a cast, so you wouldn't know that she was growing her arm back. Being bitten, turned Gretchen into a werewolf. With each shift to wolf and back, more and more of her arm returned. It's now fully reformed.

"I was taken by my attackers. Because I was carrying a werewolf puppy, and rogues don't have the resources to pay for breeders, they wanted me for my puppy and willingness to have sex with wolves to have more. When I was finally recovered, Vasilly, the wolf who wanted me because of Quinn, sliced my gut open, killing my male puppy, and almost killing me. The wolves who found me, administered first aid, but I would likely have died anyway, except it was the night of the full moon, a night when wolves usually make their first change. Quinn bit me, to save my life, and that night, I shifted for the first time, and my wounds healed.

"Since the prohibition against biting humans is absolute in the treaty, Quinn turned himself in to the federal government, despite the fact he bit me in Canada, where there is no treaty, and did it to save my life, as they had no other method of saving it. He's been locked in a special Were prison in Massachusetts until recently. I plead for his freedom with the Federal Magistrate who makes rulings regarding Were affairs. The Magistrate was willing to free him if he felt Quinn was not an ongoing threat to humans. He's currently under house arrest, wearing an ankle monitor with a prohibition against shifting for six months.

"As a werewolf, I'll have to give up my own and Sean's and Lenore's children. I've stopped aging as fast as humans do. My lifespan is now three to four times what a human's is. Rene, as a young puppy, witnessed the signing of the treaty in 1899. He is now about half as old as he'll be when he dies a natural death. Since children can't be expected to keep the secret that werewolves exist, and they won't see me aging as fast as everyone else, and since they can see me heal from all but the most grievous injuries, I can't stay in their lives. Perhaps when they are adults, and can keep the secret, I can tell them why I needed to disappear, but until then, they can't know about me. Lenore has agreed to adopt Matthew, and care for him when I need to leave.

"I'll also need to give up my job within the next three years. As adults, they will probably recognize sooner than a child would, that I'm not aging as fast as everyone else. Since they don't know about shifters, and I can't tell them without everyone signing an NDA, I'll have to leave. So, I also have to give up the career I originally chose for myself, and which I have loved.

"The reason I'm telling you all today, is I wanted to keep you in my life. I feel like I have to give up so much already, my husband, Maria, my job, and soon, my children. I didn't want to give up my friends as well. I've been on this journey with so many of you, and I look at you more like my family, than friends. That's the first announcement. Gretchen and I are going to shift for you, so you can see the truth of the matter. For those of you who've seen a shift, Gretchen and I are not that good. It takes around two minutes for us to change to our wolf. It's horrendously painful, and we shall probably scream when we shift. The more we shift, the easier it becomes. No matter how good you are, it still hurts like hell, but the pain is briefer the faster you are. Gretchen, show them your wolf."

We took off our clothes, and began the shift. It still hurt, and we did begin to scream, which turned into a howl as we completed our shifts. I scented everyone, their scents familiar, but now even more imprinted in my brain. I trotted up to my parents, and greeted them with a soft woof, then Sean's parents and siblings, then my friends and their families. Many of them touched me, stroking my head. Gretchen was doing the same. When it seemed like we'd made the rounds and satisfied everyone's curiosity, we shifted back.

I didn't bother putting my clothes back on, because of another surprise I had in store, though Gretchen did.

"While I'm going to miss Sean forever, I need to move on. I'm now facing around two hundred and seventy more years of life, and I can't face it on my own. When Quinn is released from his house arrest, I plan to mate with him, when we can actually go on a honeymoon. While Sean's family may feel this is sudden, given how recently he died, Sean recognized the special bond I had with Quinn, and during our cruise, actually traded submissive sluts with Quinn for the week. Perhaps it was the polyamory enjoyed by wolves, and knowing I had to be bred by wolves for my puppies, he never minded sharing me with others that I loved, including Gretchen and Quinn. I feel that Sean would approve of my mating someone who will look after me and love me the way that he did. Quinn was the father of my second puppy.

"For the first time, I'm finally forming relationships with the puppies I had for the pack, and they will be my full time children, now I have to give up my own. That is the second announcement I needed to make. In addition to being able to keep my friends, I can also inform you that I have found someone I can love as much as I did Sean, and continue having a partner as I navigate my new life.

"I have one final announcement. In addition to Sean being my husband, he was also my sometimes Dominant. I enjoyed my submission to him, being his submissive slut. We had a lot of good times together, even to the point of letting Lenore join our menagerie and letting her provide Sean with a child. I don't regret it a bit. I've loved Lenore like a sister. It was wonderful having her in my life, but once she takes the children, I'll see less of her than I'd like. She's another person I'll miss having around as a permanent addition to my family."

I walked up to Lenore and gave her a huge hug and a kiss. While I did, she slipped me the surprise.

"But I miss having a Master, even as a part time submissive." I tossed the collar that Lenore had slipped me at Quinn's feet. "I need a Dominant in my life. Quinn was the one who taught me what a submissive was, and trained me, and to a certain extent, trained Sean, and a lot of other Dominants in our circle of friends. He turned Dani, Rose and Isabelle into his submissive sluts, trained my mother, father and James and Sue to enjoy Dominance and submission, so they could do so safely. Quinn, if you think you're wolf enough to claim me as your submissive bitch, slap that collar on my neck and make me yours."

Quinn immediately got an erection. I could see it, even smell it, if most others couldn't.

"On your knees and kneel at my feet, bitch," Quinn ordered.

"Make me," I said.

Quinn growled, a not human sound at all. He approached me, and I got into my fighting stance.

"You think you can beat me?" Quinn asked.

"No, but I can make you earn it."

Quinn grinned. "Let's see what you've got."

For the last eight years of my life, I had trained in unarmed combat, learning from Brigitte, Conor, Maria, Sonya, Alicia, even Quinn to some extent. I'd like to say I gave as good as I got. Oh, I got some licks in, no question, but Quinn had been hunting Weres for decades. Even when I snapped an arm, he fixed it as fast as he could shift. While it felt like a titanic struggle on my part, it was over in five minutes, and Quinn was blistering hell out of my bare bottom. It was the first time I'd ever gotten spanked as a shifter.

As quickly as Quinn smacked me black and blue, my bottom was repairing itself, turning back to pink and red, before he turned it black and blue again. It was savage, but I loved it. Every wolf there could smell my arousal, and wolf dicks were springing up like weeds. Quinn unleashed his cock and slammed into my sopping wet pussy. I orgasmed. Quinn pounded me hard for five minutes, and I climaxed two more times.

"Are you my bitch?" He roared.

"I'm your bitch," I squealed. "Fuck me. Claim me as yours."

Quinn fucked me harder, if that was possible. He slammed into me one final time after another five-minute pounding, and orgasmed, howling like the wolf he was as he claimed his bitch. I joined him, and soon a lot of other wolves did as well.

His spasms over, Quinn said. "Crawl over to your collar, pick it up in your teeth, and bring it back to me on your hands and knees."

"Yes, Master."

I crawled across the grass to the collar, picked it up in my mouth and carried it back the same way. I put it in Quinn's hand. He fastened it around my neck and locked the padlock.