About Pack and Mate
Author: Sean Michael
Word Count: 31600
Page Count (pdf): 116
Date Published: March 13, 2017
Publisher: Sean Michael
Genre: Paranormal, BDSM
Series name and number: Kennel Klub #2
New to the city, Finn never dreamed he’d have a mate of his own, especially not one found at the Kennel Klub, where spankings are optional.
Sweet beta werewolf Finn is at a party for his cousin’s collaring when he first meets Cort. It’s just too bad Finn has to leave with his twin brother and packmates before the two can really connect.
Cort, Alpha male all the way, is immediately drawn to Finn and knows the sweet pup is his mate and he’s ready to do whatever it takes to find Finn again. Once he does, is he going to be able to convince Finn that they belong together? Or will Finn’s family commitments keep them apart?
Previously released by another publisher.
Finn got off the bus with his packmates Nathan, Louis, Little Red and Cillian, eyes searching for his twin as he herded everyone into a group. Pat had gone ahead of them, leaving their heavily forested home to find a job and a place to live then had sent word that it was safe for the rest of them to come to the city.
Thank God, because Dorian, their Alpha, was making it more and more clear every day that they weren’t welcome in the pack any longer. Too many bachelor males were a threat to pack stability, especially Pat who wasn’t a beta wolf like him and his pack brothers. Hell, Little Red and Cillian were omega wolves and therefore just extra mouths to feed. According to Dorian, they had nothing to contribute at all. Scary as leaving home seemed, Finn was more concerned about Dorian and the worsening circumstances at home. Well, at what used to be their home.
So here they were, in the city. The big city. They’d chosen this one because they had a cousin here. Jim had said there were places that were good, safe. That they would find a home here. Still, it was nothing like the forests where they’d run together, them and the other pups living and playing together. It felt like they hadn’t had a care in the world and now they were on their own this strange place. It made him feel very little and insignificant.
The others pressed close to him and Finn supressed his shiver. He needed Pat, they all did. His twin would be the Alpha of their new little city pack. Everything here was so close, buildings on top of buildings, the high rises making the sky seem so far way, and there were so many people. He’d seen the buildings as they’d come into the city, his eyes as big as Little Red’s as they went by things they’d only ever just heard of—high rises and houses placed one right next to the other. Grass inside gates and tiny beds of flowers. So few trees—and their numbers had dwindled the further into the city they got.
For one sheer panic-inducing moment, he was sure he couldn’t do this. He couldn’t live here, he couldn’t be Pat’s second in command. It was too much for a young beta wolf and he was totally unprepared for it.
Then he heard his name and there was Pat, rushing over to greet them with hugs and smiles and oh thank God. It was going to be all right. Finn got his hug last, his arms wrapping tightly around Pat, his twin holding on just as hard.
They’d made it through the worst part—leaving the pack and coming to the city. Now all Finn and the others had to do was survive it.
“For he’s a jolly good fellow! For he’s a jolly good fellow that nobody can deny!”
The singing was so loud that the walls of the big room vibrated. The scents of liquor and sex hung on the air, and the hint of incense made smoke that shimmered visibly. It was raucous, overwhelming and Finn found himself huddling in the far corner, his hands clenched into fists, noise and pheromones and body heat creating fear inside his head.
He shouldn’t have come. He should have told his cousin Jim no. No celebrations. No groups. Just no. Living in the city was hard enough—several weeks was not long enough for him to be used to this strange place yet.
Jim had been so excited, though, about his mating—his collaring, he’d called it, which Finn found unsettling honestly—about his new man Tip that Finn couldn’t refuse.
“Loud, isn’t it?” The voice was growly, pitched low, and it cut across everything. That voice made Finn want to roll onto his back and expose his belly, his throat.
Finn nodded, then looked up with wide eyes. “It is.”
And he wanted to go home, but he was here with some of Jim’s friends and his packmates and he didn’t know how to get back to the apartment from here. “Is this your table? I can move.” He didn’t want any trouble and this one seemed like an Alpha.
“Not my table, the quietest corner of the room, though. You look how I feel. We should go.”
“Go?” He nodded, stood. “Yes. I’m new. Where can we go?” His brain was pounding in time with the moving bodies. So many males, so many smells. It would have been overwhelming under the most ideal situations and in a strange place in this big city was not that.
“I have a quiet room.” The big guy wrapped a hand around Finn’s wrist and pulled him toward the door.
Finn followed, ducking flailing arms and writhing bodies. Out. Out. Out. The single thought filled him. Out.
As soon as they exited the room and shut the door behind them, everything—the scents, the sounds, the damn pheromones—eased.
The guy with him took a deep breath and leaned against the wall. “Oh, thank God.”
Finn nodded, sinking to the floor, eyes closing as he just stayed quiet and alone inside his mind for a moment. Oh, so much better. He could breathe. He could hear himself think. He still felt small and insignificant, but at least it was quiet out here.
Two servers went by on their way to the party with trays of food, the boys giving them looks.
Go away, he thought. Shoo. He didn’t want to have to deal with even more strangers. He was all strangered out.
The servers didn’t say anything and disappeared through the door, the music flaring loudly before the door was once again shut.
That big hand wrapped around his wrist again. “Come on.”
Finn stood, his knees trembling underneath him, stumbling along as he followed in the wake of the big male. They went through the halls, his companion stopping now and then to sniff the air.
“Where are we going?” And how did he get out? And why did the scent of sex seem stronger now than back at the party?
“My room. It’s quiet. Safe.”
Quiet. Finn latched onto the word, the promise of it.
They seemed to be wandering, but suddenly they turned to a door and the guy opened it, tugging him in and closing the door behind him. The quiet was deeper here than it had been in the hall.
Finn stood, perfectly still, not even really breathing. Quiet. Quiet. He knew leaving the party with someone he didn’t know wasn’t the brightest idea for a young wolf like himself, but he had a feeling he would be okay. He hadn’t had to use it much back in the forest, but he trusted his gut.
A low, satisfied growl sounded, then the quiet took over again. Finn leaned against the door and focused on breathing, in and out, in and out. His heartbeat calmed, the quiet soothing his nerves.
“So, I’m Cort.” Cort was tall with lots of muscles, light-brown hair and the most lovely light-grey eyes. And he made Finn want to lie down and submit. Finn had never felt this way before.
“Finn. Sorry. I. I’m sorry.”
Cort tilted his head. “For what? Running away with me?”
“Panicking.” He didn’t mind running off from the party. He was pretty sure Jim wouldn’t notice he was gone.
“It was pretty intense. I’m used to open spaces. Less input.”
Yes. Yes, exactly. Finn had only been in the city for a few weeks, and he was still learning all the ins and outs.
“Well, come in properly. We could have food. Are you hungry?”
He was, but this wasn’t like being with the pack in the forest. There were different rules, money, complications and he knew he hadn’t learned how it all worked yet. “Please. I can pay you for food. I have dollars.”
“Don’t worry about it. I’m happy to share.”