explained to me that when your mating heat takes you, you wont be able to resist the pull to the alpha."
I slumped, sitting there in Connor's lap, and gave him an angry look. "I'll be able to control myself. I'm not some slave to my hormones. I can choose who I mate with."
"No," Connor said, shaking his head, "you wont be able to." He didn't look quite as upset about the whole thing as I was, but I could tell he wasn't exactly happy either.
"Is he really the alpha?" I said. "You've fought all kinds of werewolves, you've killed them."
Connor got an angry look on his face and stared past me, at the wall. He hated to talk about that.
"I'm sorry," I said, "but it's true. If you challenged him to a fight you would win. Right?"
"Marcus has spent far longer as a wolf than I have. He knows how to be a wolf better than me. But yes, I could still probably beat him in a fight."
"So why cant you be the alpha?" I said.
"Being the alpha of a pack isn't just about who can beat up who Sara," he said, smiling a little and running a finger through my hair. "Marcus is able to provide for us. He's also older, and more experienced, and he knows what has to be done to survive. One day I may go and start my own pack, but right now there is a lot that I need to learn from Marcus still."
I hated that he sounded so reasonable and wise. "Well I don't care," I said, "I only want you." I leaned in to kiss him again and prove my point, but he held me back and I sighed in frustration.
"What about the idea of sharing?" Connor said, looking in to my eyes, looking for my reaction, "Marcus said he mentioned the idea to you. What do you think about that?"
"Well that's literally all he said. Sharing. What does that even mean?"
Connor grinned, "I forget how much you don't know about being a wolf. It means a threesome, to put it in human terms. But it's more common among werewolves. More accepted."
"Do you know that, or is that just what Marcus told you?"
"No," Connor shook his head, "when I talked to other wolves, at the fighting rings, some of them had been in packs before. They told me about what it was like. It's a very... communal way of living. Everything is shared. Even the females," he gave me a look, "provided they are willing to be shared, anyway."
I started to protest but Connor cut me off, "you were raised by humans, and I know it's hard, but you have to stop thinking like them. You have to stop applying their rules to what we do. We're not them, we're different. The sooner you can internalize that, the better off you'll be."
Connor claimed he wasn't as smart as Marcus, not as much of a natural leader, but sometimes he said things like that and I knew that he didn't give himself nearly enough credit.
"And you would actually want to share me?" I said, raising my eyebrows at him.
Connor was silent for a moment, "it's that, or I lose you when your mating heat overtakes you."
That wasn't exactly an enthusiastic yes. "We could just run away," I said, my voice becoming urgent, "we could go somewhere else and be together."
But Connor was already shaking his head, "I wont leave Marcus. He saved my life, he taught me to shift. My place is with him."
"Well what if I don't want to be with Marcus?" I said.
Connor gave me a searching look, "is that true?"
I got off of Connor's lap and slouched in to the couch beside him, "I barely know Marcus. I've had all of one conversation with him. And he doesn't seem the least bit interested in me. When all three of us met it was obvious that you were interested in me. But him... I get the feeling from him that I'm a chess piece on board, that I'm there to be moved around, used, but that he doesn't actually care about me."
"He just has a lot to do, that's all." Connor wrapped one big arm around my shoulders and pulled me in close, "he doesn't have time to sit around all day, kissing you," and he kissed my forehead.
"Whatever," I said, turning in to Connor, "there's still weeks left until my mating heat,
I slumped, sitting there in Connor's lap, and gave him an angry look. "I'll be able to control myself. I'm not some slave to my hormones. I can choose who I mate with."
"No," Connor said, shaking his head, "you wont be able to." He didn't look quite as upset about the whole thing as I was, but I could tell he wasn't exactly happy either.
"Is he really the alpha?" I said. "You've fought all kinds of werewolves, you've killed them."
Connor got an angry look on his face and stared past me, at the wall. He hated to talk about that.
"I'm sorry," I said, "but it's true. If you challenged him to a fight you would win. Right?"
"Marcus has spent far longer as a wolf than I have. He knows how to be a wolf better than me. But yes, I could still probably beat him in a fight."
"So why cant you be the alpha?" I said.
"Being the alpha of a pack isn't just about who can beat up who Sara," he said, smiling a little and running a finger through my hair. "Marcus is able to provide for us. He's also older, and more experienced, and he knows what has to be done to survive. One day I may go and start my own pack, but right now there is a lot that I need to learn from Marcus still."
I hated that he sounded so reasonable and wise. "Well I don't care," I said, "I only want you." I leaned in to kiss him again and prove my point, but he held me back and I sighed in frustration.
"What about the idea of sharing?" Connor said, looking in to my eyes, looking for my reaction, "Marcus said he mentioned the idea to you. What do you think about that?"
"Well that's literally all he said. Sharing. What does that even mean?"
Connor grinned, "I forget how much you don't know about being a wolf. It means a threesome, to put it in human terms. But it's more common among werewolves. More accepted."
"Do you know that, or is that just what Marcus told you?"
"No," Connor shook his head, "when I talked to other wolves, at the fighting rings, some of them had been in packs before. They told me about what it was like. It's a very... communal way of living. Everything is shared. Even the females," he gave me a look, "provided they are willing to be shared, anyway."
I started to protest but Connor cut me off, "you were raised by humans, and I know it's hard, but you have to stop thinking like them. You have to stop applying their rules to what we do. We're not them, we're different. The sooner you can internalize that, the better off you'll be."
Connor claimed he wasn't as smart as Marcus, not as much of a natural leader, but sometimes he said things like that and I knew that he didn't give himself nearly enough credit.
"And you would actually want to share me?" I said, raising my eyebrows at him.
Connor was silent for a moment, "it's that, or I lose you when your mating heat overtakes you."
That wasn't exactly an enthusiastic yes. "We could just run away," I said, my voice becoming urgent, "we could go somewhere else and be together."
But Connor was already shaking his head, "I wont leave Marcus. He saved my life, he taught me to shift. My place is with him."
"Well what if I don't want to be with Marcus?" I said.
Connor gave me a searching look, "is that true?"
I got off of Connor's lap and slouched in to the couch beside him, "I barely know Marcus. I've had all of one conversation with him. And he doesn't seem the least bit interested in me. When all three of us met it was obvious that you were interested in me. But him... I get the feeling from him that I'm a chess piece on board, that I'm there to be moved around, used, but that he doesn't actually care about me."
"He just has a lot to do, that's all." Connor wrapped one big arm around my shoulders and pulled me in close, "he doesn't have time to sit around all day, kissing you," and he kissed my forehead.
"Whatever," I said, turning in to Connor, "there's still weeks left until my mating heat,
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