The Werewolf Order (Erotica)

Janet held up her left hand and flashed a diamond at me. “Not just his submissive, sweetie. Soon to be his mate.”

That shocked me. “Gerhard?”

“It’s true. Janet has made herself indispensable,” Gerhard said. “I can’t do without her anymore. She makes every day a joy to wake up to. I know what you’re thinking, but I think we can make this work.”

“What about the age thing?” I asked, which was a stupid thing to ask given we couldn’t talk about it in front of Sean, or a few other people.

“He’s only a couple years older than Janet is. I don’t see the problem,” Sean said.

Like a 125 years older, but still about to outlive her by close to one hundred years. How the fuck would they hide it. I suppose if the only people who knew were wolves, it could happen, but they couldn’t live in public. Janet would need to disappear to her family. Of course, I had no clue what that consisted of. Maybe disappearing wouldn’t be a hardship for her. Jesus!

“Have you seen my mother, and Kathleen?” I asked Gerhard.

“I saw Kathleen before attending the party, She’s with a babysitter tonight. Anita is looking at the paintings.”

“Did you get the paintings you wanted from Gretchen before she moved?”

“I did. They’re beautiful.”

“I think we need to chat before you leave Maine.”

“I’ll be staying at your parent’s house the next couple days. You can see me there.”

“I’m going to see the paintings. I haven’t seen them yet,” I said.

“You figure prominently in a few of them.”

“Gretchen thinks of me as her muse. I’m not surprised. Come on Sean.”

One of the bedrooms had been set up as a picture gallery. There were several people there looking at her art, including my and Gretchen’s parents, and Quinn.

“Damn!” Sean said. “These are wonderful. Gerhard was right. You are in a lot of them. A lot of wolves, too.”

He stopped in front of the painting of me sitting in front of the fireplace holding my tummy while I was about four months pregnant.

“This is magnificent. Where is this?”

“My folks and Gretchen came to visit and we took a little road trip around northern New England,” I said. “This is at one of the hotels we stayed at.”

“It’s one of my favorites too,” Quinn said. “I paid $5000 for this and I’m sure I’d be lucky to get it for $20, 000 now.”

“You own this?” Sean asked.

“This one too. It’s the view off my deck.”

It was the one with me looking back at the house.

Sean was silent for awhile. “Were you the father of Jessica’s baby?” he finally asked.

“No, I wasn’t,” Quinn said. “That honor belonged to someone else.”

“Yet you have two paintings of Jessica, one of them while she’s pregnant.”

“I care a great deal for Jessica, and the artwork is sublime. Why wouldn’t I have some?”

“How much do you care for Jessica?”

“Enough I would have married her. She doesn’t want me though. There’s too much standing in the way of that ever happening. Be glad.”

Quinn excused himself and left to look after his other guests. I looked after him, but stayed with my boyfriend. I started chatting with my parents. Sean left me to continue looking at the art, then heading back to the main party, unhooking my leash so I could continue to chat. Apparently, while he was gone, he heard something he shouldn’t have.

He came back and yanked on my arm forcing me to look at him.

“Tell me about your breeding.”

“What do you want to know?”

“Is it through in-vitro fertilization?”

I could guess what he might have heard.

“No, Sean. There’s no in-vitro involved. Breeding has to occur naturally.”

“Why didn’t you tell me?”

“You didn’t ask.”

“Are your future pregnancies going to occur the same way?”

“Yes.”

“What about your promise to me, that you’d never fuck another man?”

Trying to be as honest as I could was about to do some major damage to my relationship. It had taken six or seven months, because we usually saw one another once a week, but Sean was a good man who’d I grown to love. He was unfailingly kind, honorable, smart, worked hard, was good to my friends and allowed me to keep Gretchen as a lover. The only sticking point was his pointless competition with Quinn.

“I can explain,” I said.

“I’d love to hear it,” Sean said.

“I’ve told you one lie, Sean. One, and that’s not the lie I told. The lie I told you is that I didn’t find your mother.”

“What! You found my mother?”

“Yes, wait here. James and Sue, you might as well know too. Don’t anyone leave.”

I went and found Rene and ensured he had three NDA agreements, then told him to bring them to the room with Gretchen’s paintings. I also collected Gerhard, Brigitte, Alicia, Sasha and Gretchen and went back.

When everyone was in the room that needed to be there, and everyone who didn’t was gone, I locked the door. I handed the NDA’s to the three clueless people, told them to read them over carefully and sign them.

Sean read his over, then said, “Why the fuck do I need to sign this?”

“Because I can’t tell you who your mother is unless you sign it. If you don’t want to sign it, you can leave. I won’t bother you again. I’ll disappear from your life. I can tell you that if you reveal what you’re about to learn, you’ll disappear. It’s already happened to someone I met. If you don’t think you can keep a huge fucking secret, go now.”

All three of them signed the documents and I handed them to Rene.

“Who’s my mother?” Sean asked.

“You’ve already met her. It’s one of the women in this room. Who looks most like you?”

He hopefully looked around, but all of the women were so young looking, though Sasha had his coloring. Sue and my mother were the only ones who looked old enough to have had him. In actuality, five of them were old enough to have had him. If it were my mother, we’d be committing incest now, and he did trust me enough to know he wasn’t fucking his sister.

“Sasha looks a little like me, but she’s not old enough. Sue?”

“How old are you Sasha?” I asked.

“One hundred, twenty-seven.” Sean’s, James’ and Sue’s mouths dropped open.

“Is that old enough, Sean?”

He looked again, believed the evidence of his own eyes instead of Sasha and snorted.

“How old are you, Rene?”

“One hundred and forty-four.”

“Grandfather Gerhard, how old are you?”

“One hundred, fifty-three.”Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

“Grandfather?” Sean said.

I ignored him for the moment. “Brigitte?”

“Sixty-one.”

“Alicia?”

“Fifty-nine.”

“Sean, those are their ages in human years. The thing is, they’re not human. They’re shapeshifters, werewolves as the legends go. Their lifespan is roughly three hundred years. Sasha is, in fact, your mother. Twenty eight years ago, she was raped by a rogue werewolf, while they were both in their human forms. She had a baby, you, and had to give you up for adoption. You are 100% wolf yourself, the union of two shapeshifters, but you’re not a werewolf yourself. If two wolves mate as humans, they have a human child. If they mate as wolves, they have real wolf puppies, not werewolf puppies. If they mate as a human and a wolf, they’re infertile and can’t have children at all. If a werewolf mates in the human form, with a real human, they have nothing but human children. Gerhard mated with my grandmother as a human and she had my mother. She’s essentially 50% wolf, but entirely human. I’m 25% wolf, and all human.

“The reason Sasha couldn’t keep you is because it’s dangerous for human babies to live among wolves. For one thing, they’re incredibly fragile compared to wolves. Werewolves are damn near indestructible compared to us. I’ve stabbed Brigitte over twenty times with a knife. You’ve seen her naked. Have you seen a single scar on her?”

“No.”