Chapter 209

When Jeanette’s mother came into the room, she immediately started to lick her daughter’s wounds.

“What are you doing?” Jeanette asked, confused at her mother’s actions.

“I am healing your wounds,” she said, before licking some more, spitting into a cup, so as to not swallow the blood, and every now and then she gaged.

“Stop, please mom, just go get the first aid kit,” Jeanette said.

“See, all healed up. I can’t do anything about the scars,” her mother said.

“How did you do that? Are you a hybrid?” Jeanette asked.

“Yes, your father forced me to turn. They trapped a vampire and Mateo forced twelve of us to drink him to death,” Jeanette’s mother said.

“Why?” Jeanette asked.

“It is something we were planning for a long time, but it is against the Supernatural law to turn vampires without the Higher Council's permission at a turning Ceremony that either happens every 300 years or 500 years. Vampires are not that easy to capture and hold down, for that you need to somehow trick them to drink our blood and that is nearly impossible to do since they can smell us a mile away,” her mother explained.

“Is he a Hybrid?” Jeanette wondered, realizing that her mother does smell slightly different.

“That is enough, get out,” Mateo demanded, walking out of the room. Jeanette’s mother hurried out of the room without another word.

Jeanette knew as a werewolf she can not get a vampire or hybrid’s blood into her system; it won't kill her but it will make her sick and it took a very long to recover from. She tried to catch Mateo’s scent but then realized that she has never come into close contact with him ever since she shifted for the first time so she only really knew what he smells like now. ‘Think, did he smell the way he smells now before my eighteenth birthday?’ Jeanette asked herself.

Jeanette noticed something in his hands.

“I was going to give this to you for your eighteenth birth.” Mateo took a neckless studded with diamonds out of its velvet black casing and walked over to Jeanette.

After putting it around her neck he dropped his hands slowly over her shoulders towards her breast, rubbing his thumbs over her nipples, toying with them, “how many men enjoyed these before you killed them?”

“I lost count,” Jeanette said, smiling, an evil grin on her face, her eyes fierce. ‘Playing sweet and innocent is obviously not going to get me out of this one. At least he does not get to take my virginity.’

“Did you like it when they f*ck you?” Mateo slipped his hands further down, her pubic hair giving him a hard-on. Mateo looked into her eyes, “not my sweet, innocent little girl anymore.”

Jeanette coul hear the thick lust in his voice, and she parted her legs without flinching. Mateo smiled and slipped two fingers into her womanhood before retracting them and twirling them around her clitoris.

‘Why does that feel so good?’ Jeanette could feel the pleasure rising from her womanhood, she has never had a man actually do that to her as they all just wanted to get their erection into her as quickly as possible.

A soft moan escapes her throat, and she bit her lip, regretting the sound that just came out of her not wanting to give Mateo the satisfaction.

“Do you know why your mother always comes eagerly and willingly to my bed? Why the woman of this pack can not wait to turn eighteen?” Mateo asked.

Jeanette shook her head no, fearing if she spoke, she will give herself away.

“You will soon find out.” Mateo took his fingers away from her womanhood, leaving her wanting more.

“You could have been my Luna, you know?” Mateo informed her, unbuttoning his shirt.

Jeanette noticed his well-defined torso and looked away, hating the fact that she was desiring him, ‘why am I acting like a stupid dog on heat?’ She argued with herself.

Mateo pressed his naked Torso against her naked body, the heat flowing over her. Mateo wrapped his arms around her rear end and squeezes them, forcing her front to be pressed against his erection. He snuggled his face into her neck, sucking and kissing her, and smiled internally when he heard her moan in pleasure. Mateo stopped kissing her and let go of her body to step away, but she quickly lifts her legs and wrapped them around him, making it clear that she wanted him.

Mateo laughed hoarsely before sliding one of his hands between their bodies to her womanhood and he started to stimulate her clitoris. He looked into her eyes, watching her for a while before he placed his one hand around her head, grabbing a fist full of hair and kissing her. He released her mouth and pulled her head backward to kiss and suck her neck.

Jeanette started to moan in pleasure and much to her shock Mateo stopped pleasuring her.

“Why are you stopping?” Jeanette asked, confused, panting.

“I did promise you that I am going to punish you,” Mateo said, forcefully pulling her legs that are wrapped around him, off him.

“By punishing yourself?” Jeanette wanted to know, regretting that she caved into pleasure.

While Mateo was busy with Jeanette, he minds linked one of his pack women to come to his room.

There is a soft knock on the door followed by a familiar voice, “Alpha, you summoned me?”

‘Lucia?’ Jeanette thought, shocked to see her best friend that was a few months younger than her, walking into the room wearing a silk nightgown.

“Don’t worry about her,” Mateo said, guiding Lucia’s face by her chin to face him, “keep those pretty brown eyes on me.”

Lucia unfastened the tie in her silk belt, letting her silk gown fall open, revealing a sexy matching laundry set.

“Mmm, you always put effort into your appearance,” Mateo said, sliding his hand over her long smooth blond hair.

“Only for you,” Lucia said, already turned on just by the thought of what was about to happen.

‘What a sly bitch,’ Jeanette thought, remembering how Lucia always use to tell her how lucky she, Jeanette, was that Mateo was her father and that she won’t get deflowered by him on her eighteenth birthday.

A few weeks before Lucia’s eighteenth birthday she was very upset at the idea that her future fated mate won’t be the one to take her virginity but when the other woman of the pack that already shared Mateo’s bed told her that she won’t regret it and told her everything that will happen she could not help but change her mind about her pack Alpha. The night of her birthday, even though it hurt, he was gentle and afterward made her feel the pleasure that she did not know a woman could feel, it made her fall deeply in love with him and like all the other women that have been to his bed, worshiped the ground that he walked on. Most of the pack women returned to Mateo’s bed until they find their fated mate, and for those that already found their mates before their eighteenth birthday will more often than not be left disappointed by the fact that they will only have the one night with Mateo.

Mateo slipped Lucia’s nightgown off one shoulder before landing a kiss on it. He picked her up in one swift movement, making her giggle before walking her over to his bed. Mateo noticed that Jeanette was not looking and compelled her, “Jeanette, keep your eyes on us.”

‘I guess he is a hybrid,’ Jeanette thought as she felt herself against her will looking at Mateo while he had s*x with Lucia and had her in an orgasmic scream soon enough.

After Lucia fell asleep in Mateo’s bed, he stood up and went to his bathroom to take a shower. As soon as Jeanette heard the water she called out to Lucia in a loud whisper, “Lucia! Lucia!” but Lucia just ignored her, got up, and joined Mateo in the shower.

Jeanette looked up at her tied palms, ‘there is no way getting out of this one.’

Lucia was the first one to get out of the shower and after drying her body she only put on her nightgown before leaving Mateo’s room, “have fun.” She sang the last word.

‘Whatever,’ Jeanette thought to herself. Mateo walked out of the bathroom, padding his wet, muscular body dry, feeling Jeanette’s eyes burn a hole through him.

‘Why does he have to look so young and hot? Why could he not have looked like a middle-aged man?’ Jeanette argued with herself in her head finding it hard to take her eyes off him.

“You are not compelled right now,” Mateo informed her, smirking.

Jeanette rolled her eyes and managed to look away.

Mateo just shook his head and walked over to his wardrobe, pulling out a few items to wear.

‘Why is he getting dressed? It is night,’ Jeanette wondered what he was up to.

Mateo walked over to her, “I have some human business to take care of, will punish you properly later,” he said, grabbing her chin and kissing her.

‘Does he have to smell so good?’ Jeanette asked herself. ‘Get a hold of yourself, you are not some s*x hungry wh0re,’ she willed herself to stop desiring the man she once used to call daddy, ‘urg, that sounds so perverted now.’

***

Mateo checked his pocket watch as he got into his black Rolls-Royce Phantom II Croydon Drophead Coupe.

While Spain has been busy with their civil war from 1935 to date; 1939, with over 500 000 dead not including deaths by malnutrition, hunger, or diseases, Mateo and his pack got richer and better aligned, with all sides to be sure that when the war finally ends that he will be on the winning side, regardless of which side that actually was.

Mateo liked to drive himself, but he was not naïve and had his men drive in Rolls Royce’s the Sedanca de Ville 1936 models in front and behind him.

Even though the men he was taking with him tonight and himself are all now hybrids and can move faster than the cars they still need to look normal to the humans. Mateo has been invited as an honorable guest for the part he had in the victory of the civil war, the humans not knowing any better than he had one foot on each side of the war. He was however relieved that the human war was over but found it hard to wrap his head around the fact that Jeanette was out in this world during the war. ‘Guess that is why it was so difficult to track her down,’ he thought to himself driving up to a building that looked like it didn’t just live through a civil war.

The night went smooth and every now and then Mateo heard whispers of the Red-Head Seductress amongst the human guest.