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agwitow · 3 years

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Alpha Wolves

content warning: swearing, mild violence

Marcus yawned, his jaw cracking, and shook out his pants. It had been a long night, helping two pups with their first change. They were already packed into their parents’ SUVs, fast asleep, and on the way to their homes. In a few months they would be good to join a pack. It wasn’t always as simple with new shifters, but those two each had a parent who was one as well. Even at eight and ten, they knew a fair amount of what it meant to be a lycanthrope.

Dressed in sweats and a light cotton long-sleeved shirt, he ran a hand over his jaw and sighed. Full moon changes always made his hair grow. Even though he’d been clean-shaven before the change, he had what felt like two-days of growth now. Shaggy hair didn’t bother him nearly as much as a beard did, though by the end of the three days he’d need to get that trimmed as well.

He padded barefoot into the little cabin that served as his base of operations while helping new shifters and started a pot of coffee brewing. He hated the stuff, but it would be at least a couple hours before he could head home to sleep, so he needed something to keep him awake.

While it percolated, he checked his phone. Three emails from work, two from the pack, and some spam. He’d just opened the first email when the phone rang.

“Porter Consulting.”

“Mr. Porter, it’s Deputy Palerma from the EKSD,” a male with a pleasant tenor said.

East Keddol was a small town several miles from Hapburgh, the city Marcus lived and worked in. It was in the interesting position of being almost perfectly between Hapburgh pack territory and Redview pack territory. Surprisingly few places fell into the odd in-between spaces between packs, and, as far as he knew, no one had developed any specific protocols for dealing with them.

“How can I help you today, Deputy?”

“We have a shifter—twenty-three-year-old male—who attacked his friends when he shifted for the first time. Miss Davidson recommended I call you.”

Kaelyn Davidson did for the Redview pack what Marcus did for the Hapburgh one. She was, if he remembered correctly, also a month or two out from giving birth. Handling an adult shifter who’d already hurt people was probably not high on her list of ways to spend her time.

“I see. Is your new shifter awake?”

“No. We had to hit him with a tranq to be able to bring him in. He’s changed back, but hasn’t woken up yet.”

Marcus snorted. Safety Departments were, mostly, better than the old police system, but sometimes they were still a little too trigger happy. At least it was a tranquilizer dart instead of a clip of bullets. “I’ll send someone to pick him up. He’s going to wake up before they get there, and he’s going to be cranky and hungry.”

“I’ve taken the class on shifters, Mr. Porter,” Deputy Palerma said, sounding offended. “There is a post-shift recovery kit in the fridge.”

He stifled a sighed. “If that’s all you have, that’s fine, but it would be better if the new shifter could get freshly made food. Eggs, nuts, oats, cottage cheese or Greek yogurt, and pumpkin seeds are best. Avoid meat, if possible, especially red meat.”

“I thought shifters need protein the morning after?”

“We do, and the foods I listed are all high protein items. New shifters can find meats to be… an issue at first. As I’m not able to speak with your young man at present, it’s better to be cautious.”

There was a moment of silence on the line before Palerma said, “Alright. Who will be coming, and when should we expect them?”

“It’ll depend on who is free.”

“Can’t you just tell someone to do it? You’re the alpha, aren’t you?”

Marcus had to grit his teeth to keep from groaning. That damn study from the 40s. “That’s not quite how things work. All pack members have proper ID.”

“Fine,” he said, the word ending with an annoyed click of his tongue.

“Thank you. Someone will be there between 10:30 and noon.”

Once they’d said their farewells, Marcus sent out a quick message through the pack’s group chat.

New shifter, East Keddol holding, possible alpha complex. Any takers?

He set the phone down and poured himself a cup of coffee, adding enough cream and sugar to make it mostly palatable, before settling on a stool at the tiny kitchen’s bar-height table. He’d drunk half the cup before a chime indicated he’d gotten a response. Two more chimes rang out before he’d picked the phone back up.

Eddie: I’m free but never handled an alpha complex b4 wdin2k?

Ksenia: lol take a muzzle

Julianne: y can’t the Reds take em?

Marcus rubbed the bridge of his nose, sighed, and replied: Kaelyn’s 8 mo. Pregnant. Take the green SUV, put him in the back, and keep the divider up.

Eddie: is it that dangerous?

Thomas: alpha-complexers are just assholes

Julianne: TOM! There are CHILDREN in this chat

Thomas: no regrets!

Marcus temporarily turned notifications off for the group chat, replied to the most important of the work emails, set up reminders for the other two, then headed for the cabin’s futon. By the time he’d make it to his apartment in the city, he’d barely have any time to sleep before he’d need to head back out to meet the new shifter. So he’d nap on the futon and feel stiff for most of the afternoon.

A little after 2pm, the rumbling and crunch of a vehicle coming up the gravel drive to the cabin announced the arrival of Eddie and the new shifter. Marcus set aside his laptop and headed out to the porch to greet them. He was still barefoot and wearing sweats and the long-sleeved shirt, but he’d run a trimmer through the beard so he felt less like a back-woods mountain man.

The car had barely come to a complete stop before the back door opened and a young man stepped out with a glower. He was around average height, with enough muscle mass to indicate he worked out at least somewhat regularly. Dark blond hair hung to his shoulders and a thick beard wrapped his jaw—though whether that was a stylistic choice or the moon driven change accelerating his hair growth even more than it did for Marcus was unclear.

“You Marcus?” the young man demanded.

He raised an eyebrow, crossed his arms, and leaned against one of the porch supports. “I am. And you are?”

“Joseph.”

He nodded and shifted his gaze to Eddie, who’d stepped around to the front of the SUV. “How was the drive?”

Eddie shrugged, his gaze darting to Joseph and then away. “S’okay. Wouldn’t want to do it again, though.”

“Don’t blame you. Thanks for doing it, though. See you next week for a run, okay?”

His shoulders relaxed and he smiled. “Of course. Later, Marcus.”

Joseph scoffed. “Like he would be any good.”

Marcus shook his head and stepped down off the porch. He was a little shorter than the new shifter, though broader in the shoulders and with more muscle mass. “You will respect each and every member of our pack, or you’ll be sent to Palstead Institution. It is not a pleasant introduction to being a shifter.”

“Whatever, man. Just give me whatever stupid speech you’ve got so I can challenge you.”

“There will be no ‘challenging’ here.”

“Fuck that. I ain’t no submissive bitch.”

“What you do or don’t do in the bedroom has no relevance to this situation.”

Red flooded Joseph’s face a moment before he took a swing at Marcus. He’d obviously had a little bit of training, but the movement was still too big to be truly effective.

Marcus side-stepped and twisted a little so that he had more leverage as he placed a palm against Joseph’s arm and pushed. It wasn’t a big push, but the kid had overextended himself and it knocked him off balance enough to make him stumble. He took a step back and waited for the next attack he knew would be coming.

Joseph didn’t disappoint. He came up swinging wildly, rushing toward him as if he couldn’t decide whether to beat his face in or tackle him to the ground.

Marcus calmly deflected each blow, leading Joseph in a circle as he side-stepped and backed away from the attacks. Less than a minute later, Jospeh was panting and struggling to even come close to landing any blows.

“Have you finished with your temper tantrum, yet?” Marcus asked.

Joseph glared at him but stopped, bending over with hands on knees as he panted.

“You seem to be under the misunderstanding that pack members fight each other. Different packs rarely even fight each other.”

“How…how do you know who’s alpha, then?”

“There is no ‘alpha.’ Not the way you’re thinking, anyway.”

“What?”

Marcus sighed and took a seat on the ground. The grass was soft and, thanks to a sunny morning, contained no hint of dampness. After a moment’s hesitation, Joseph slumped down as well. “Pack is family. Would you pick a fight with your dad to try and take over the family?”

“No…”

He shrugged. “Picking a fight with a pack member makes about as much sense. We each have a role to play, and that role is based on our skills and personality and knowledge. Not on who we’re able to beat up.”

“Aren’t we wolves? At least partly?”

“Yes. And that’s how wolves behave.”

Joseph stared at him blankly.

He sighed again. “Come inside. I’ll make you a tuna sandwich and you can read one of the brochures.”

Joseph followed him inside, silent, but with a simmering edge of anger beneath his exhaustion. Once the full moon was over and the forced changes weren’t sapping his energy, he would be a real pain in the ass if Marcus couldn’t nip the problem in the bud.

“Here,” he said, picking up a glossy tri-fold and handing it over. “Have a seat. Read. I’ll make the sandwiches.”

He settled onto a stool, shoulders hunched and brows drawn. “Why Alpha-Dog Theory is BS,” he read. “Seriously?”

“Mhm,” Marcus replied. “Some of the pack wanted to title it It’s Not Your Inner Wolf, You’re Just an Asshole, but that seemed a bit confrontational.”

“… Oh.”

“Mhm.”

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COACH NEGAN [4]

Your name: submit What is this?

Summary: pretty much just building on the storyline sorry smutting it up soon promise

Pairing: negan x reader

Word count: 2476

Warning: eventual smut, explicit language, teacher x student relationship, loss of virginity, vulgar language

When your hot frame felt the cold and strident air hit you, your blood immediately ran cold and your breath hitched as your hair was thrown in every possible direction. The parking lot of the TrudgeTrack seemed to be empty, so you did not think to worry much that anyone had soon you inside. Beginning to slowly, but warily march down the steps that led into the large building, you came to notice Negan's SUV. At some point, he would have to come out as well, you thought, your legs suddenly picking up their pace, ignoring your aching muscles complains.

Thankfully the empty lot was not too long from the main road, so you managed to make your way up to the bus stop before you had a chance to see Coach Negan exit the TrudgeTrack. Walking up the road, you observed how dark, grey clouds hovered over where you were headed and much to the surprise of the season, it looked like it would rain soon.

You hugged your arms around your body and looked up to the digital display that measured the weather and showed the arrival of the next bus. When reading it did not arrive until 30 minutes you sighed deeply to yourself, regretting not riding your bike.

You reached into your bag to cover yourself in the sweater you had brought and pulled out your phone to see you had missed calls from both your father and Adam, the one from Adam only eight minutes ago. Clicking on his name, you held the phone up to your ear. It only beeped once before he picked up.

"Hey, where are you?"

"Hi, Adam," you chuckled wondering why he sounded so rushed. Feeling soft drops touch your head, you clutched your bag closer to you and sat down on the bench, sheltering yourself from the soon cascading water.

"Yeah, where are you?"

"The TrudgeTrack bus stop," you replied while watching the cars speeding by. Turning around to look through the glass wall, you looked for Coach Negan's SUV. You hoped with your all he would not see you sitting in the cold, waiting for a delayed bus and offer to drive you home. You felt too embarrassed to look him in the eye again.

"Can I come pick you up? I want to show you my cock."

"What the fuck, Adam."

"Calm down, I mean, my mechanical cock to the hen house."

Around 4 miles north of Arid Ridge and a few green fields into the small town of Redview Point, Adam stood in his father's garage, or as Adam liked to call it; his workshop. His arms were folded and his eyes pointed forward as he observed the hen-like robot act on its instructions.

"Oh! The robot thing; is it done?"

"Cocky Carl, and yes. Wanna meet him?"

"Uhh, I don't think dad will let me–" you went to excuse yourself, but Adam did not budge. He was proud of his robot, and he wanted to show it to his best friend.

"Just tell him I'm helping you catch up on homework. He likes me right? He won't mind."

You hesitated, biting down on your lip worrying whether your father actually would mind. "I'll quickly have to check up with him. He told me to be home for dinner so I'm not sure today's great."

"Sure, fine, just text me when you know and I'll be there in 20."

After that, Adam scrambled with something on the other line before the call ended.

Back inside the TrugdeTrack, your coach was going out of his good skin. His heart was hammering hard in his ribcage which caused a violent pain to his chest. He was well aware of the shit he was in for doing what he just did, and what weird position it must have put you in.

To you, it had not at all been that weird, though certainly not acceptable in any way. Even if you wished it had only been one of many future kisses, you put your mind to it had been nothing more than a 'caught up in the moment' moment. Your heart did not exactly agree with that, but that fight was spared for another time.

However, he did not know that and at the mere thought of making you do something you were not comfortable with, made him want to pry his own eyes out.

When you had called your father to ask him if it would be alright if Adam helped you with homework and listening to his scolding for some time, you hung up and saw Adam had already texted you.

wanna see my cock or what?

You could practically see him smiling through the text and you shook your head with a silent grin.

sure

It had taken Coach Negan approximately 20 minutes to pull himself together after you had left him all hot and bothered. First, when he heard the heavy doors slam shut, he had rambunctiously stomped the stall bar, breaking one of the lower, wooden bars on the middle. Then he paced a little while scratching his scruff and evening out the crease between his brows, prominent on his forehead as he cursed himself for just standing there and looking like a fool when you had left in your vulnerable state. Your dismal, stammering voice had made his heart sink and though you had sounded like you were on the verge of tears, there had only been confusion in your eyes.

When walking out of the exit, he made sure to slam the doors shut to hear the locking click. He turned around and let his eyes scan over the lot, his thoughts confirmed when you were nowhere in sight. Surely you must be long gone by now he decided, reminiscing how you had hurried to get as far away from him as possible.

He drew in a deep breath and jumped down the stairs, desperately needing a lit cigarette between his lips. Touching on his pockets, he realized he was out. Today can't possibly get worse.

He pulled out the car keys and went to push the key into the keyhole on the handle. When the key did not immediately slide in, he grunted and noticed how much his hand was trembling. By the time Negan had finally managed to get inside his car to hide from the cold and pretty much everything in the world, he just could not seem to shake off the feeling of your lips on his and the rush that followed.

Not just finally feeling something he had caught himself only able to imagine, but the rush with it; the rush of being caught, the rush of doing something forbidden, the rush of getting into a heated situation with one he saw as his favorite player. He felt like a fucking teenager in that car, his groin growing just thinking about what it could have led to.

But it was wrong thinking like that, he knew that but it was human. What he could not have, made him want it even more.

Coach Negan has a wife. She may not be the nicest, innocent and purest thing in the world like he used to think she was back when they first met in their young days, but she was his wife. He had taken a vow and even if their rollercoaster of a turbulent marriage took them places he could only wish were better, he was not going to break that promise.

Coach Negan drove up to the main road and just then, he noticed you huddled up in the cold in only a sweater and shorts. For a second he thought about offering to drive you home so you would not have to wait for the bus while catching a cold, but on the other hand, he believed that would only worsen the clear tension he was sure to find the next time he would see you.

Just as he decided it would be too inappropriate and giving it time would be the best way to get back to the usual was to just drive home to his wife, a car pulled up by the bus stop. He recognized it as Adam's Ford he had seen you get into on several occasions on school property. He gulped hoping you would not tell him anything–that was if you had not already. At the same time, something twisted inside him. He wanted to be the one in a car with you. Not your friend that obviously, secretly had a thing for you. Negan did not want to go back to the usual, he wanted to share more moments with you.

"That it?"

Adam turned to look at you, to see your hands were folded over your chest as your face held onto a skeptical look. He scoffed, "why do you not sound impressed. It's a fucking robot. I build a fucking robot. And it's a cock."

"Looks like a chicken," you judged and took a seat on the little bench in the poultry run. "And I'm not not impressed, it's pretty cool. Just tired, s'all."

Adam gave you an unsure look until you saw how understanding flashed in his green orbs. He looked back at his mechanic hen with a wide smile, loving how it reacted perfectly to the system he had set up on the tablet he held in his hands. "Oh yeah, basketball. How'd that go? Was Jenny there?"

"Actually it was just Coach and me," you admitted and received another odd look from Adam. This time he did not seem to understand. Were you alone with Coach Negan? "He offered to train a little after the boys' team so I could be ready for the tournaments."

"So it was just you and him?" You nodded adding a small "yeah" escaping your lips. You glared at the fowls running around, picking the ground and Negan's touch flashed in your mind. Adam began fiddling with the smart device, avoiding looking at you. He had not the least bit of an idea what had happened an hour earlier, but he still thought it bizarre for you to be alone with your old Coach. "Isn't it weird a teacher offers private lessons to a student?"

Your head tilted slightly and you thought for a second. At the time it had only seemed like a thoughtful and kind gesture to help you get back in your game and even now you could still not see it any other way. It was impossible he had done it just to get closer to you. You blamed yourself for getting as close to him as you were. He had done nothing wrong.

"Don't see how. He was just being nice," you shrugged, picking your nails trying not to blush thinking of your coach.

"Well I mean, you're not even on the team yet are you?" he glared at you and it felt like he was accusing you of something.

"Not until I'm allowed back at the school so I can attend practice," you explained, not sure why it sounded like you were defending yourself. "Does it make a difference if I were?"

Adam clicked his tongue and seemed to still be avoiding your stare by doing whatever on the tablet. "Dunno. People might get the wrong idea."

"And what might that be?" you huffed and pulled your leg over the other and folded your hands. You had a clear vision as to what he was insinuating. Adam briefly looked at you, his mouth on a halt. "Come on, if you have something to say, say it."

He chuckled at your consistency but you found nothing funny. The heavy rain was cascading down on the plastic roof panels, filling the enclosed area with noise besides the animal's chirps.

"You're not. . . Doing–anything with Coach Negan, right?"

Hand in your hair. Sex pressed against his abdomen. Dancing lips and hungry eyes

Denial. "You're unbelievable," you scoffed going into defense mode. Standing up from the bench you marched toward the door leading back inside the house so you could get home. There was no way you could possibly explain yourself to Adam and he had known you long enough to know when you were not telling the truth. You could not be with him any longer. "I have to go."

"Wait no–come on, Y/N, that's not what I meant. Y/N!" he followed you as hurried through the hallway and managed to stop you just before you reached the door. You looked down to where his fingers touched your hand resting on the doorknob. "You don't have to go–"

"I do, actually. I promised dad I wouldn't be too late."

Adam's lips formed a thin line and he took a step back, letting you go. "You're not mad now, are you?"

"No." Giving your friend a stiff smile, you pushed down on the knob and took a step out into the dark. "See you next week, kay? It's a nice cock, Adam."

For a while you had wandered in the dark to get home and thankfully the rain had stopped some time ago, so what otherwise would have been a long walk, did not seem so bad. In the dark of the night with only very few cars on the road and street lamps' light reflecting in puddles, you were given much time to contemplate on the events of the day. A real mess.

When you walked in through the garden gate, you could see your father lying sprawled out on the couch, closed eyes and TV on. You made sure to carefully open the heavy door and tread cautiously on the creaking floorboards, and you slid into your bedroom without making the slightest of sounds.

The door clicked shut and in the dark, you went to your turn on the dim lamp on your nightstand. With an uneasy sigh, you slumped down on your bed, hair falling in over your head.

The thought of Negan had not once left your mind since you had left Adam's. You were unsure whether or not you should have denied the fact there, in fact, were some ongoing chemistry between you and your coach. Adam might be one of your best friends, but having known him since pre-school you knew with certainty he was not one to keep a secret for long. His mind contained way too much sagacity to hold secrets as well. You did not blame him for that, although you had learned to keep them to yourself.

It was the visual pictures projected on the ceiling through memory that sent chills down your spine, lifting hair and providing goosebumps all over. You wished it was his hand that slid down your body to relieve yourself, not yours.

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