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Title: First Impression
Pairing/Characters: Ashley/Brian
Rating (Word Count): G (7 X 100)
Content(s)/Warning(s): Werewolf AU
Author's notes: This is another story in my Werewolf Threesome 'Verse, but it happens years before everything else. Because apparently, there are some universes that will never let me go.
Many thanks to![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
leela_cat for the beta. Any remaining mistakes are mine.
Whatever Ashley was expecting, it wasn’t this.
It could have been a night like any other, going out drinking and dancing with her older sister and other members of their pack. Then, later, going for a run.
She was doing her best to enjoy every moment she could spend with her pack, all too aware that the day she finally found her mate would also be the day she would have to walk away. Not because her pack would turn its back on her, but because everyone knew that the only possible mate for a dominant female was an alpha.
***
She was completely unprepared for this. Every member of her family kept telling her that she was special, precious. That one day, she would finally meet the one were that made even her dominant wolf want to submit, and that she would bring them pride because that were could only be an alpha.
She waited and waited. But it never happened.
Instead, that night, she felt something in the air. Just the hint of a scent, seductive and powerful. It took her mere seconds to figure out who it was coming from. A newcomer. An outsider, dark skinned and gorgeous.
***
Somehow, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from him.
Seconds into what felt more and more like a staring contest, she realized that he was a beta. She raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to acknowledge her as his equal and to lose interest.
What surprised her was her wolf’s reaction. How it kept standing its ground, waiting, expecting something that Ashley couldn’t understand because it didn’t make any sense.
At least until she caught a name, as if it had been thrown across the room. Brian.
Her breath caught when she realized that he’d just opened himself to her.
***
Not like he was recognizing an equal but someone higher in the hierarchy.
Her wolf was still waiting, patiently, and Ashley herself was curious. She had no idea where this was leading.
Until the sight of Brian dropping his gaze to the ground, tilting his head and baring his throat, hit her like a ton of bricks.
She knew, then, that her family had been right about one thing: her life would change on the day she met her mate.
But she knew that what they had meant had nothing in common with the possessive urge taking hold of her.
***
And nothing in common with her wolf’s roar of mine, so strong that she had to hold onto the counter in front of her in order not to stalk across the room and lay her claim on him.
She’d thought about it, of course, but it always felt like a fantasy. She was well aware that most submissive beta males were part of same-sex couples.
As she stared at Brian, she realized that they were more than compatible. He was the rare kind of were who could submit to her without thinking it made him any less of a male.
***
It was such a bad idea. Wrong and forbidden. Her family would turn their backs on her. Her pack would… She didn’t even want to imagine what her pack would do to them.
The smart thing would have been to let him walk away and disappear into the night, back where he came from, before anything could happen between them.
But how could she, when it felt like her wolf had been waiting for him her whole life?
So, when it became clear that she wasn’t going to move and he left the bar, she went looking for her sister.
***
“I’m not feeling good, Mel. I think I’ll go home.”
Mel pressed a gentle hand against Ashley’s forehead. “You’re burning up. Do you want me to come with you?”
Ashley shook her head. “Stay. Don’t let your night be ruined because of me. I’ll be fine.”
“Be careful, baby girl.”
The pet name made Ashley smile and almost feel guilty about lying. “I always am.”
She walked out and caught a glimpse of dark fur. Brian had waited for her.
The urge was so strong that she didn’t give a damn about the consequences. She shifted and ran after Brian.
Pairing/Characters: Ashley/Brian
Rating (Word Count): G (7 X 100)
Content(s)/Warning(s): Werewolf AU
Author's notes: This is another story in my Werewolf Threesome 'Verse, but it happens years before everything else. Because apparently, there are some universes that will never let me go.
Many thanks to
leela_cat for the beta. Any remaining mistakes are mine. Whatever Ashley was expecting, it wasn’t this.
It could have been a night like any other, going out drinking and dancing with her older sister and other members of their pack. Then, later, going for a run.
She was doing her best to enjoy every moment she could spend with her pack, all too aware that the day she finally found her mate would also be the day she would have to walk away. Not because her pack would turn its back on her, but because everyone knew that the only possible mate for a dominant female was an alpha.
***
She was completely unprepared for this. Every member of her family kept telling her that she was special, precious. That one day, she would finally meet the one were that made even her dominant wolf want to submit, and that she would bring them pride because that were could only be an alpha.
She waited and waited. But it never happened.
Instead, that night, she felt something in the air. Just the hint of a scent, seductive and powerful. It took her mere seconds to figure out who it was coming from. A newcomer. An outsider, dark skinned and gorgeous.
***
Somehow, she couldn’t tear her eyes away from him.
Seconds into what felt more and more like a staring contest, she realized that he was a beta. She raised an eyebrow, waiting for him to acknowledge her as his equal and to lose interest.
What surprised her was her wolf’s reaction. How it kept standing its ground, waiting, expecting something that Ashley couldn’t understand because it didn’t make any sense.
At least until she caught a name, as if it had been thrown across the room. Brian.
Her breath caught when she realized that he’d just opened himself to her.
***
Not like he was recognizing an equal but someone higher in the hierarchy.
Her wolf was still waiting, patiently, and Ashley herself was curious. She had no idea where this was leading.
Until the sight of Brian dropping his gaze to the ground, tilting his head and baring his throat, hit her like a ton of bricks.
She knew, then, that her family had been right about one thing: her life would change on the day she met her mate.
But she knew that what they had meant had nothing in common with the possessive urge taking hold of her.
***
And nothing in common with her wolf’s roar of mine, so strong that she had to hold onto the counter in front of her in order not to stalk across the room and lay her claim on him.
She’d thought about it, of course, but it always felt like a fantasy. She was well aware that most submissive beta males were part of same-sex couples.
As she stared at Brian, she realized that they were more than compatible. He was the rare kind of were who could submit to her without thinking it made him any less of a male.
***
It was such a bad idea. Wrong and forbidden. Her family would turn their backs on her. Her pack would… She didn’t even want to imagine what her pack would do to them.
The smart thing would have been to let him walk away and disappear into the night, back where he came from, before anything could happen between them.
But how could she, when it felt like her wolf had been waiting for him her whole life?
So, when it became clear that she wasn’t going to move and he left the bar, she went looking for her sister.
***
“I’m not feeling good, Mel. I think I’ll go home.”
Mel pressed a gentle hand against Ashley’s forehead. “You’re burning up. Do you want me to come with you?”
Ashley shook her head. “Stay. Don’t let your night be ruined because of me. I’ll be fine.”
“Be careful, baby girl.”
The pet name made Ashley smile and almost feel guilty about lying. “I always am.”
She walked out and caught a glimpse of dark fur. Brian had waited for her.
The urge was so strong that she didn’t give a damn about the consequences. She shifted and ran after Brian.
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