And I'm back! And back with a vengeance for a new chapter in Behind the Veil. I hope you all enjoyed the first chapter. Yes, it was a tad long, but I'll be moving things along shortly and in a timely manner.
But enough talk. This is chapter 2 in our tale!
Behind the Veil
Copyright of Deidra Michelle
Chapter 2: Eighteen
Sabine's POV
It never ceases to amaze me the hypnotic power that my beautiful Kyla has in the things that she does. She was a beauty in her own right, far superior than any of us here, and yet she was the most humble.
Kyla was not born into our pack. We found her, abandoned, just outside of our territory. Her parents had to have left her there or someone had found her and brought her to us. For what purpose, I'm not entirely sure. Either way, when we found her, we knew she would be special. Her exotic looks always made us question what family she belonged to, but without a doubt, we knew what she was.
She was...is...as we are. Werewolves.
And yet our pack is distinctly different. We're all female. Our Alpha is female. Our Beta is female. We only mate with men in the hopes of producing more girls to make our pack larger. But do not be mistaken, we are strong; stronger than most of the males in the surrounding territories. One might easily consider us as Amazons. But we were not always so...
Poking my head out from behind the curtain, I couldn't help but grin as Kyla seemed to find the birthday boy, the man who happened to be the most disinterested in the bunch. She always did have the ability to surmise such things. And yet she managed to captivate every man in the room.
These parties that we have, we have two main objectives for them: to make money and to keep the male packs at bay. We help them, they leave us alone. They have a tradition of sorts to welcome their males into the mating stage, and we provide ample entertainment to encourage the process. But we do not sleep with these men for profit. We are not whores. If either party wishes to do something to that effect, they settle it among themselves without money or any other type of tender.
But the number one rule that both of our packs shares: Never, ever, mate with the other pack.
Kyla's POV
Goddess, I'll never know how I managed to get so intimately to that man and not jump his bones. It was true, I am very good at playing the seductress, but that almost flew out of the window once I saw him.
He was pure perfection. An Adonis in his own right. As soon as my cloak was dropped away, I immediately knew he was the one I was supposed to be entertaining. He sat there among the splay of cushions on the floor, propping himself up while his lower half stayed firmly on the Persian rugs. He seemed not to fit into the surroundings. The dim lights, the lush silks and vibrant colors. Yet he was a warmly tanned man, for a white guy that is.
He had the most intriguing shade of green eyes I had ever seen, and his messy dark brown hair was doing nothing but adding to his 'bad boy sexy' look he was displaying. And after I slid myself against him, I nearly had a heart attack. He was ripped! I could easily feel his 8-pac beneath his black button down plaid shirt. And his erection was not easy to hide either as it pressed up through his dark jeans.
Heavens, I had to get away from him!
I slid away and continued my dance, winding my hips with the music. This was second nature to me. From time to time, I wondered if my birth mother was a dancer. It seemed ingrained in my limbs; a sort of automatic process that was beyond my control. Where other girls struggled to pick up the dances, I got them with ease. Where others feigned sexuality and could turn it on and off, it just seemed a natural part of myself.
I tried to distract myself from him by dancing for the other men in the room, obviously his siblings and his father. All 16 of them. Fifteen men and his father. They all had the same look about them. The same dark brown hair, the only differenciating factor being the undertones in their hair. David's had a reddish undertone to his.
Stop thinking about David!
But...we like David...
Oh, you be quiet! You stay quiet a majority of the time and now you decide to open your big mouth?!
My wolf and I are obviously at odds with one another. She and I butt heads on a lot of things, but we were not about to but heads on this. I twirled, my veils winding around my body as I spun my golden web. My hips swayed and rolled, my movements all connected and in continuation of one another. Yet even as the music sped up, my movements didn't jerk or falter. It seemed as if I were in slow motion of everything else. And yet my mind wondered back to David yet again.
David's POV
I couldn't take my eyes off of her. The way she moved was purely hypnotic. She seemed almost unreal. And her veil added to the mystique of her.
We want her...
No shit, Sherlock. Now be quiet. I'm trying not to embarrass myself. And calm down, dammit!
After chastising my inner wolf, my erection ceased its insistent pressing against my jeans to give me a reprieve for a few moments. I could tell the tune was coming to a close and it was played faster and faster and Kyla danced accordingly, yet she seemed to move slowly.
Suddenly the music ended and she spun around one final time in a flurry of golden and silver fabric before falling to her knees with her back to us. She leaned back, her arms extending backwards as she looked back and made eye contact with me again. She winked playfully at me before there was dead silence.
"Holy sh*t....That was f*cking awesome!" Parker and Christian yelled right in my damn ear. I cringed and pushed both of their drunken arses over before we all stood. Kyla stood as well and stepped away from us. It was then that a raven haired woman emerged from the back and moved to stand next to Kyla. She was a beauty in her own right, but she could not compare .
"Did you all enjoy our lovely Kyla?" She asked, a warm smile on her lips as she slid a hand around Kyla's waist. A smile crossed Kyla's face as well before she lowered her head in respect to us.
"She was magnificent, Sabine. Utterly breathtaking. We haven't seen her before. Why is that?" My father asked while I busied myself gawking at Kyla.
"Alpha Magdalena thought it would be inappropriate to showcase this one so soon. She almost didn't allow this to happen, but I managed to persuade her."
"And how old would this young goddess be, pray tell?" Gregory asked, stepping towards Kyla and brushes his hand over her cheek. That simple action alone made my blood boil.
"Kyla, tell them your age, please."
"Eighteen." She said confidently, her eyes meeting with mine once again.
All of us had the same reaction at the exact same time. All of our mouths dropped open and our eyes roamed. "Eighteen?!" We screamed at the same time, my face turning pale for a brief moment.
She's a child. A child...
"You lie. She's just a girl. She must be at least 20 something." Kallum said, his eyes raking over her in lust. A growl rumbled in my throat as I looked at him. He backed off.
"I believe it. No one would want a child. Any of us could break her in half if we tried anything. I prefer a woman, not some girl." I managed to grit out.
"Your eyes and body seem to betray a different intent than what you speak of, David." She said, her eyes glancing downward.
I looked down and quickly straightened myself. F*CK! And the erection returns in bloody full force. Everything about this girl now screamed OFF LIMITS! She might as well have caution tape wrapped around that...irresistible...delicious...yummy body of hers. Aw, dammit! This was not going to be easy at all....
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And that's chapter 2! Yes, still moving slow but I PROMISE, after this chapter, things will pick up.
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<3 Deidra