Day 0 Part 1
GAMMA WINDSOR WRIGHT
Windsor and his brother, Wilbur, were the Gammas of the Te Wairua Wuruhi pack of New Zealand. The Wolf Spirit pack. They were the next in charge after the Alpha and the Beta and picked up a lot of the slack around the pack. Currently, the head warrior, Kara, was pregnant, so as the more athletic duo, I took over her morning training sessions alongside training the children during the evenings after school like I usually did.
One thing that was painstakingly clear from the get-go, was that training adults and training teens and pups were two very different things.
For one, adult wolves proved to be far stronger sparring partners than their teenage counter partners. And two, they were very difficult to put up which was saying something as teenagers weren’t exactly known for being the friendliest, what with their raging hormones and changing bodies.
The she-wolves were the worst. Some she-wolves just didn’t get the hint. Most were respectful and valued themselves, but there were always some that didn’t. They were the worst.
Sylvia was one of the she-wolves that didn’t respect herself.
“Windy,” Sylvia called out to Windsor in that whiny, nasal tone which made him want to claw his eyes out and stuff them in his ears so he wouldn’t have to listen to her anymore. “Can you show me that move again, please?”
Ignore her, his wolf instructed him. Giving her attention is only going to encourage her behaviour.
I could have really done with that advice before Wilbur, and I fucked her.
She wasn’t crazy then, his wolf pointed out.
I think we always knew, Windsor disagreed. We were just horny twenty-something.
And tag-teaming is always so much fun.
Yes, that too.
“It’s Gamma to you, Sylvia,” Windsor groaned and pursed his lips. He hated being called Windy. “And I’m kind of in the middle of something right now,” he said, gesturing to the group of wolves he was currently surrounded by, critiquing them on their technique as they spared each other, one on one. “Ask your partner to show you.”
“He doesn’t know anything,” she continued to whine and Windsor didn’t bother hiding his distaste for the she-wolf as he groaned and rolled his eyes.
“Hey!” Sylvia’s partner called out when he heard what she had just said, clearly offended. “I know what I’m doing, Sylvia! I might not be as good with my hands as Gamma Windsor is, but I can probably throw you around just as well.”
“You heard him,” Windsor chuckled as he returned his attention to the laughing group of wolves around him.
Sylvia was one of those she-wolves that Windsor and Wilbur had fucked together one, and she had gotten it into her head that it actually meant something when they had made the casual encounter clear from the very beginning.
Admittedly, Windsor and Wilbur had tag teamed more times during sex than they had without. Sylvia was one of the very few she-wolves from the pack that they’d fucked. Most of their conquests and casual bed partners weren’t from the pack. Either visiting wolves, or wolves from neighbouring packs.
However, the appeal had worn off quickly and the Wright twins had been celibate for several years now. The only sexual partner they knew were their own fists.
“I don’t know how you say no to her over and over again, Gamma Windsor,” one of the male warriors chuckled as he watched Sylvia walk away with that added sway in her hips. “She’s one fine she-wolf.”
“She’s also a little crazy,” Windsor chuckled. “And she’s not my mate so there’s no point wasting my time.”
Calling her crazy is putting it lightly, his wolf snorted.
I’m not about to call her a bitch in front of everyone.
It’s not like everyone wasn’t thinking it already.
“You’ve got a point there,” he agreed. “But she sure is beautiful.”
“You won’t be saying that when you meet your mate,” Windsor chuckled, and he meant every word.
Windsor and Wilbur were now twenty-seven, and at that age where they couldn’t wait to meet their mate. However, next Mating Games was next week and neither of them had received an invitation yet, so it appeared that they would be celibate for another five years or so.
Frankly, Wilbur didn’t mind as much as he had full faith in the Moon Goddess and her mysterious ways, but Windsor wasn’t as patient. He wanted nothing more than to meet his mate and start their beautiful life together. And he wanted the same for his brother as well.
To this date, Windsor and his brother had shared everything. Work, responsibilities, a house, family, bed partners. Everything.
A mate would be the first thing that wouldn’t share.
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Layla Knight
19.02.2022
