Chapter 208

“Mother, please come with me,” Jeanette pleaded with her mother.

“I can not abandon the pack, they need me,” her mother refused to leave her pack and ran back towards the compound.

Jeanette ran in the opposite direction, tears running down her face.

Jeanette ran all the way to the docks; it was past midnight already.

‘Which one of these boats should I get on to,’ Jeanette thought, looking at the options, wondering which one will be the best option for her to hide on.

‘Perhaps I should shift into my wolf form and act like a dog? Will one of these ships want a dog?’ Jeanette wondered.

“Can I help you miss?” a voice came from behind her.

“Hi, I am in the dog trade, you don’t know if any of these ships are looking for a dog?” Jeanette tried.

“A cat but not a dog,” the young fellow said, laughing.

“Do you work on one of these ships?” Jeanette asked, ignoring his sarcastic laughter.

“I do but we don’t need a dog,” he said, walking past her with a basket in his arms.

“Perhaps you need a woman?” Jeanette asked.

“I thought you said you trade in dogs. There is always a place for a wh0re,” the fellow said and licked his lips.

“I could be a wh0re if the price is right,” Jeanette said, her voice shaking.

“Could be?” the fellow asked, taking a piece of her hair and then dropping his hand to her arm.

“Well, I am not one yet and I am struggling financially, and I want a new adventure, on a boat, one of these boats, as soon as possible,” Jeanette tried with more confidence.

“Follow me,” the young man said, already feeling his manhood hardening.

“Thank you,” Jeanette said, following him blindly, not knowing what was in store for her.

A couple more men walked past them with luggage that does not belong to them, loading passengers’ cargo, passengers that will board the ship tomorrow.

“Where is the ship going?” Jeanette asked.

“Around the coastline and then back; it is just a cruise ship,” the young man said.

“How do I get a job on it?” Jeanette asked, following him onto the ship.

“You don’t but you can be my plus one if you are good enough in the sack,” the young man said, taking her by her hand and walking her to his room that he shared with other crew members.

“This is me,” he showed his bed.

“Ok, so we are both going to be sleeping on this one small bed?” Jeanette asked, looking around.

“No, you are sleeping on the floor, unless we are, you know, like,” he made a gesture with his body.

“While everyone is watching?” Jeanette asked, looking at the few eyes around them.

“You can always leave, perhaps the captain’s cabin is more suitable,” he suggested sarcastically.

“How old is the captain?” Jeannette asked.

“He is old, now get onto the bed,” he demanded, having no real intention for her to stay on the cruise ship as there was no such thing as a ‘plus one.’

“You mean to tell me we are to do it right here while there are people in the room?” Jeanette protested, hesitant.

“This is a curtain, they won’t see us, and they will only hear us if you are like really good,” he laughed getting onto the bed and pulling her on top of him before pulling the curtain shut.

He forced his kisses onto her, and she struggled against them, “take it slow, I am still a virgin.”

“Not for long,” he chuckled, starting to unbutton her blouse.

“I’ve got it,” she protested, wanting to undo her own blouse as it was the only one she had, and didn't want it to be ruined.

The bed curtain opened and a young girl about Jeanette’s age looked at them, “what did he promise you?”

“His Plus-one,” Jeanette froze.

“There is no such thing as a plus one, he always does this to get the girls to sleep with him. In the morning you will get kicked off the ship,” the girl warned before taking her to leave.

Jeanette drew the curtain shut before continuing what they were busy with, ‘I am still losing my virginity if it is the last thing I do,’ she thought, taking her blouse off.

“You are not angry?” the young guy asked.

“Not at all,” she lied.

The young man eagerly grabbed her breast that was still in her bra and she gathered her skirts up and took off her panties.

He turned her under him and soon found himself inside of her.

Jeanette ground her teeth at the pain and right before he reached his climax, she turned him so that she was on top.

“Are you sure you want to be on top? It is always easier the first time if you are at the bottom,” was his last words.

Jeanette pretended to kiss him on his neck while he explained and before he knew it she ripped most of his throat out before putting his pillow over his face and neck so that the blood didn't mess on her.

Jeanette put her blouse back on, ‘thank goodness there is no blood on it,’ she thought as she looked at herself in the dark, in the mirror above his head, checking for any blood. She used his bedsheets to wipe her mouth clean before getting off and pulling the curtains shut.

Jeanette quickly made her way off the ship and found a place to take her clothes off so that she could shift. She neatly tied her clothes in a bundle before shifting and carrying it in her mouth before running off, away from the docks.

‘I wish I knew more about geography,’ she thought as she ran, wondering how she could get to America. Perhaps she could find her real parents there.

Jeanette went from town to town over the next few years, seeking out men that only wanted to use women. Men that abuse women, and any man she got a bad vibe from; having sex with them and killing them right before they get to climax. Soon she became the Redhead Seductress.

“I need to lay low for a while, or leave this country,” she said out loud one day, after being on the run for almost two years, looking at the WANTED sign with a sketch of a woman that looked nothing like her. ‘I feel sorry for all woman that has red hair,’ she thought, looking at the heading.

Jeanette walked out of the bar and walking past an alley she heard a woman scream. Without hesitation she ran to rescue the woman, not knowing that she was running into a trap.

***

After getting cleaned up by the pack members and forced to put on a sexy fitted black dress she was compelled by a hybrid to not try and ran away and obediently go over and greet her father.

Jeanette got walked to her father’s room and passed her mother, “oh my darling, why didn’t you get on a ship as I told you to do.”

Jeanette hung her head and followed the men to her father’s room. Inside her father’s room, she noticed that the room looked different. That it has been upgraded to look more like a s*x dungeon than a bedroom.

“Over here,” one of the men said, walking to a contraption.

Jeanette obeyed against her will and was unable to fight back when they tied her hands up above her head.

“You know you can overthrow him,” Jeanette tried her luck.

“And who is going to be our Alpha? He has been our Alpha for half a Millennia and besides being a womanizer, he has not done a bad job,” one of the pack members said.

“What about your Luna?” Jeanette tried again.

“What about her? She is not going to overrule him, perhaps she does not have true Alpha blood because if she did she would have never done all the things he forced her to do,” the other said.

“Stop trying to turn them against me,” Mateo said, walking into the room.

The two men bow with a small tint of their heads before leaving the room.

Mateo walked over to where Jeanette was tied up, “you have been a busy woman.”

“Daddy, please,” Jeanette tried again.

Mateo looked at her for a moment before walking over to the whips that were arranged on a stand, “why run away only to give yourself to random men? Would it really have been that bad to share my bed?”

Jeanette refused to answer him.

“Answer me, dammit!” Mateo shouted at her, grabbing a random whip and whipping her once, making her gasp.

“Because I can punish them,” Jeanette cried out.

“Punish them for what?” Mateo asked, whipping her again.

The tears escaped her eyes even though she didn’t want to give him the satisfaction.

“Your mother must be so grateful to have a night off, good thing you can just shift and heal right up,” Mateo said, before whipping her again, not realizing that he just gave her an idea.

‘If I shift, I could be free, but I will have to do it when he least expects it,’ she thought but her thoughts got broken when the whip hit her again. Mateo whipped her so hard that her dress had large slashes of torn fabric.

“Does it turn you on to miss treat a woman like this? Did your mother mistreat you?” Jeanette challenged him.

“My mother didn’t bother to stick around,” Mateo said, ripping her dress off.

“Is that why you took me in?” Jeanette asked.

“Don’t try to make a connection with me,” Mateo said, lifting the whip to whip her again.

“Is this turning you on?” Jeanette dared to ask.

Mateo looked at her and realized that it did not turn him on, so he dropped the whip and walked over to her, grabbing her face and kissing her. As he kissed her realized that she was kissing him back and he started to relax his grip on her face before slipping his hands onto her body.

“Ouch,” she complained at his touch on her broken skin.

Mateo’s eyes flung open, and he met hers. He wanted to say sorry but he refused to be weak.

“Don’t try to turn the pack against me,” Mateo demanded before leaving the room. On his way out he ordered one of the men outside his room to get her mother to tend to her wounds instead of allowing her to shift.