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Smells Like Teen Spirit

Heather Rhodes’ POV
Arrowhead Pack, Roadkill and Possum’s Home

It was great to be home; well, as home as I had anymore. Possum’s house was decked out for Christmas, which was just three days away. “Is that your famous chili,” Three Tequila asked as we walked towards the kitchen.

“Yep. Beans have been in the crockpot for over a day, and the chicken went in this morning.” Her chicken chili had five different kinds of beans, a tomato base, and chunks of chicken breast. It was thick, and I liked it piled on the slices of fresh-baked bread she would serve with it. It had just enough kick to be hot. It was one of my favorites when the Orlando chapter would have potlucks. “Go freshen up; I’ll serve it up. You must be hungry after the drive.”

“Thank you,” I said. I found the bathroom on the main floor, thankful I could get around by myself this time around. The last time I was here, I was just out of the hospital. When I returned, they were sitting at the table, a bowl at my place. Possum was cutting a loaf of bread she’d just taken out of the bread maker. The smell was fantastic, and the butter melted in before I put a spoonful of chili on top. Biting in, I groaned in pleasure. “Mmmmm, SO good,” I said.

“You’ve been away from home cooking for a while?”

“I think Greg was picked to protect me, not feed me,” I said. “He could heat stuff up, and I could make basic foods like eggs and pancakes and spaghetti. We didn’t starve or live off Ramen noodles and Kraft Macaroni and Cheese, but it was nothing like this.”

“He treated you well,” Possum asked.

“He did. We couldn’t go anywhere, not after that woman recognized me in the restaurant. The house was nice, and Greg helped me stay busy. We watched a lot of Netflix, he helped me exercise, and I missed my phone something fierce.” They laughed at that. “I know I can’t let people know I’m alive, but I miss my friends at school and at the Club.”

“You’ll make new friends here,” Three Tequila said.

“How long am I going to be here,” I asked. “Greg didn’t know.”

“It’s best if you make this your new home, make Heather your new life,” Tee said. “Chase said the agreement with the Feds they made protects you from Federal charges, but there are still Florida issues. You got kidnapped, and a cop almost died that day. The Sons of Tezcatlipoca are crippled now, but they could come after you after they recover.” She reached her hand over to mine. “I don’t like being apart from you. You’re the only family I have left, and I love you. I’m leaving you here because I think it is best for everyone if you stay.”

“I’ll be bored,” I said. “Just look outside the window! How can I ride in this stuff?”

Roadkill walked in, shaking his head. “Snowmobiles, skiing, fishing, ATV’s, there’s plenty to do up here. We’ll get a transcript forged and get you enrolled in college again. You’re getting a chance to start over, to make your life whatever you want it.”

“I can’t get my parent’s estate if I’m dead,” I said.

“No, but Chase and Rori have more than enough cash set aside for you that you’ll be fine,” Possum said.

“And if you’re bored, I’ll put you to work in the garage. I’ve got more engines to work on than you can shake a stick at. In addition to two dozen snowmobiles, I’ve got a dozen ATV’s, four boats and fifteen motorcycles that I’m responsible to maintain. I’ve got a fully equipped shop.”

“I’ll need a new motorcycle,” I said.

“I’ll order you whatever you want, custom job. We can work on it together; there’s plenty of time to get it ready for riding season.”

I blew out a breath, moving one of my stray bangs out of my face. “Sure, so I can ride around here and pretend I’m on the open road,” I said.

“We’ll figure it out. Change your appearance, wear a helmet, whatever. The Brotherhood won’t give up your secret.”

He was right; I just wished I could go home. It just wasn’t possible; if a woman recognized me two thousand miles away, there was no way I could go back to Florida. “I think I’d like that,” I said. “Now I have to decide what model of Harley I want. The Street Glide was pretty nice.”

“Plenty of time,” Three T said. The early dinner went quickly, and Roadkill kissed his wife and told her he’d be back in a few hours. After lunch, I got on the computer with Possum because “we have to get your Christmas shopping done TONIGHT.” By the time we were done buying clothes and things for me, plus the Christmas presents, I was exhausted.

“In the morning we need to give you a physical and check your how your healing is progressing,” Possum said. “I’ll take you to the clinic at nine, and Doc will be here shortly after.”

“Doctor Chase?”

“And Doctor Olson, the man who helped when you were brought here,” she said. I relaxed, he was a nice man and treated me well on the flight and when I arrived. “I have to make some phone calls, I hope you don’t mind.”

“I was going to settle back into my room,” I said.

“When I heard you were coming, I had one of the girls go shopping for you so you’d have some new underwear and clothes in your sizes. It’s all washed and in your dresser.”

“Thank you,” I said as I got up and hugged her.

“Can I see your room,” Three Tequila asked.

“Sure.” She followed me down the hall and closed the door behind me. The room looked like I left it, nice and cozy.

She pulled me down on the bed next to her. “So, you and Greg?”

I blushed, looking away. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” I lied.

“Don’t lie to me, Heather,” she said. “That house reeked of sex like the clubhouse crash rooms after a party weekend.”

When you were busted, admit it and beg forgiveness was my motto. I just hoped she wouldn’t tell Mongo, who would sharpen Greg’s toes and pound him into the frozen tundra like a tent stake. “I like him! He’s hot and sweet, and he treated me so well. I was the one who pushed the relationship, and I was the one who initiated the sex. Despite my parents and the Club, I’ve been having sex since I was sixteen.”

“As much as I’d like to be your mother, I’m not. You’re an adult, so is he, but I hope to hell you were using protection. The last thing your body needs right now is an STD, or getting pregnant.”

“We did,” I said. I didn’t mention the first time.

“If you want him to live, don’t make it obvious you are in a sexual relationship right away. Greg was supposed to protect you, not fuck you. He might get in more trouble than you, and you’d have to deal with Possum and Mongo.” I shivered at the thought. “If he wants to date you, he’ll have to talk to Mongo before you are seen together,” she said. “Rules are rules.”

I shook my head. “Mongo won’t understand. Greg’s not Club, and he’s four years older than me.”

“It’s less of an age gap than Rori has with Chase; talk to her after things settle down a bit. You know Possum and Roadkill will do anything to help you out, they’ll love you like their own. I love you too, but I’m a long way away; don’t hesitate to call or skype me if you want to talk.” She pulled me into a side hug. “We all want to help you heal and become the woman we know you can be. We can help and advise you, but it’s your life. If you fall in love with him and he loves you back, he will do what he has to do to have you,” Possum said. “You’re an amazing girl, and a man should prove his love with words AND deeds. Don’t accept any less than a man who would move mountains for you.”

“I think he might be that guy.” I got up and gave her a big hug. “I’m tired, Tee. I’m going to take a shower and go to bed.”

She gave me a hug. “I’ll see you in the morning.”

Frank Grimes’ POV
Arrowhead Pack Woods

I enjoyed meeting the Pack, some of whom introduced themselves in the woods in wolf form. When we got back to her room, Colletta talked me through changing back into my human form. It took me a few minutes to figure out, but it didn’t hurt. She explained to me that the shifts would be painless from here on out, but I should not do it again for a day or two until my body recovered. “Your change was much longer and more difficult than a born werewolf,” she said.

I wasn’t about to argue, my body was still feeling the effects. The running and the food had helped. “I feel pretty good,” I said. Looking at my naked body in the mirror, I was shocked. I’d always kept myself in top shape, lifting weights, swimming and running, but I looked bulkier and more cut now. The scars I had on my body had faded or disappeared; even the wound on my neck looked old and healed. I smiled as Colletta walked behind me, having stripped out of her clothes again. Her hands wrapped around me from behind, reaching down to my balls and feeling their weight. “We should talk about what happens next,” I said as her other hand circled my hardening cock. “I need to talk to Chase and Rori, and we should meet the rest of the pack.”

“Next, you take me hard and fast as I lean over the bed,” she said. “The others can wait.” She turned me while keeping hold of my stiffening member, leading me over to the bed. I took charge, pushing her shoulders down so her face was on the bed, and moving her legs until her wet pussy was at the right height. I sheathed myself in one powerful thrust, causing her to scream out her pleasure at the sudden intrusion. “Fuck me, mate. Take me hard.”

I did. Changing into a werewolf had done wonderful things for my strength, my senses and my stamina. I took her hard for a few minutes, then after a screaming orgasm, I spun her around so she was lying on her back. She wrapped her legs around me for the next one, then I moved her legs to my shoulders. We finished with her bent in half, her ankles behind my neck as I pounded her into a puddle beneath me. When we came together, I filled my love to overflowing as her channel milked me of every last drop.

I moved her legs down, then rolled us onto our sides. “You never cease to amaze me, mate.”

“It’s never been this good for me. I thank Luna she gave you to me.”

This hit a chord with me. “You aren’t sad you took a fated mate from me?”

“I’m not sure how this works, Frank. We’ve always been told that Luna gives us our mates at birth. I had mine, and you gained a wolf late in life. It feels so right, it can’t be wrong!” She moved until she was lying with her head on my shoulder, her leg over my thighs. “So much had to happen for us to meet and fall in love, then for you to change. I think you were fated for me, Frank. I can’t feel bad about being yours.”

“I feel like the luckiest man in the world, even if you are the world’s biggest cougar.”

She raised her head. “WHAT?”

“You are widowed and what, a century and a quarter older than me? Talk about robbing the cradle!”

She smacked my chest. “You should know better than to talk about a ladies age.”

“How will this work? I mean, I’m in my fifties, which is like two hundred something in dog years.”

She smacked me again. “WOLF years. We hate being called dogs, we’re not pets!”

“Whatever. Your nose is still cold.” She shook her head and put her head back down. “Colletta, will I age at the same rate now, or slowly like a born werewolf?”

“Doc thinks you’re fully werewolf now, so your aging should be the same. We get to have a lot of time together, my mate.”

“I like the sound of that.” We eventually got up and showered, then dressed to visit the Alphas. I pulled out my phone from my pocket; turning it on, I saw all the text messages and missed phone calls. “I really should let my son know what’s going on. I was supposed to visit him almost a week ago, and I can’t claim the flu any longer.”

“We should go visit him. He’s your family, and my family now too. I’d like to meet them.”

I agreed, I couldn’t put it off, and I didn’t want to go anywhere without her now. “I’ll have some explaining to do since I haven’t even mentioned you.”

“Love at first sight is so romantic. If it makes you feel better, I can be your fiancé for now and we can marry later. Matings are permanent for us, but we still need to do things the human way.”

“It’s a good idea. It would also explain why I’m retiring, and haven’t come back to fill out my paperwork yet.” I pulled her close, dropping down to one knee. “Colletta Jean Nygaard, will you marry me?”

“Yes,” she said before I stood up and kissed her deeply. “But maybe we should buy a ring on the way, and you can propose to me properly, in front of your family.”

“Fine, but I got the answer I wanted.” Taking her hand, I walked out the door and down the stairs to take the tunnel to the Pack House.

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