The Merciless Alpha(erotica)

“The real reason you are all here is what we were watching, up there at the rebuilt Pack House of the North Shore pack. We were watching our children play. Lots of children, at least fifteen girls, all about one year old, all belonging to us.”

“I can’t have children,” Mia said.Content bel0ngs to Nôvel(D)r/a/ma.Org.

“I’m not even sure I’m going to be with Gabriel next week,” Mackenzie complained.

“I’m too old to have kids,” Kelly said.

I just laughed. “I know, I couldn’t figure it out either, my girls were in the circle too. Mackenzie, Natalie and I can’t get pregnant by our mates, it’s a physical impossibility. It wasn’t until after he told me the dream that I figured out what was going on.”

“Luna knows that having a single shewolf being mated, no matter how many babies she has, is going to take forever to reestablish the species,” Steven said. “What the dream told us is that there was another way. Those girls running around on the lawn? I stood up and shifted into my wolf, Michael did too. The girls all started climbing over us, one hugged my neck and called me Daddy.”

“That’s wonderful,” Mom said.

“Then she pulled off her dress and shifted into her wolf. The other girls followed suit, they ALL shifted. Little wolf cubs, all different colors, all climbing and play fighting.”

“Impossible,” Gabriel said.

“No,” I said, “I know how to do it.” Everyone got quiet. “We have one female werewolf, but she has thousands of eggs in her ovaries. I checked Vivian’s notes; fertility hormones for humans work the same on werewolves. She’s going to go into heat soon; I use the hormones to stimulate egg production, then use a simple procedure to harvest the extras. She’ll heal in a day, and her heat proceeds normally from there. The eggs, though, can be fertilized by semen from other male werewolves and implanted using In-Vitro Fertilization techniques into other women.”

A whole bunch of people started to talk at once, and I just looked around the room. Some were crying, others hopeful, a few skeptical. Finally, Eve called for quiet. “If I do this, we can have twenty babies in a year instead of just a couple?”

“Yes,” Steven said. “I think those twenty and maybe ones from the next year will grow up to find true mates among the other male werewolves, and then we will have enough to have a good growth population. In one generation, we can make a big step towards recovering our species.”

“I’ll do it,” Kelly said. “We’ve given up on babies, and I think we should talk to Sheri. She might agree too.” Viper hugged her as she started to cry. “I have to, we have a chance to save their kind,” she said.

“If I do this, Michael will be the babies father?” Natalie shifted in his lap. I nodded. “If it’s the only way I can have your baby, and it’s important to you, I’ll do it.”

“Wait, how do we know this will happen,” Mackenzie asked. “People dream all the time, it doesn’t come true.”

“What do you think is more likely,” I said. “You and Gabriel getting together and having baby girls, or winning the Powerball?”

She laughed at me. “I don’t know what the odds of staying with him are, but the Lotto is a tax on people who are bad at math. The odds are like one in two hundred and ninety-two million.”

Steven pulled out a ticket, it was in a plastic protective case. “Pull up the winning numbers on your phone and check them.” Mackenzie pulled up her browser, checking the Minnesota Lottery site. “Hey, it says the Powerball was won in Minnesota,” she said. She checked the numbers, her eyes bugging wide before she dropped her phone. “You fucking won?”

“The Club did. I bought the ticket with donations for the Club, and the Club collects, not me. Honestly, I never play, and we’ve never had a Club pool. The only reason I bought the ticket was because Meghan told me to get one, just in case the dream was real.” He took the ticket back. “That’s the reason you others are here, to let you know the Club just won a hundred and sixty-two million dollars, cash after taxes.”

It took a while for things to calm down after that, but Steven got control eventually. “I think we need to keep this quiet for now. We have the funerals, we need to safeguard Eve, and we don’t need a bunch of reporters and others coming around because they think we’re handing out money now.”

“You’re right,” Snake said. “Nobody say anything about this. Steven, hire a lawyer to handle this quietly. Ideally, I’d like for the Club name to never come up in this, even if we have to wait months to see the money.”

“How are we going to do this,” Dagger asked. “We’ve got to keep people with Eve up north out of sight, we’ve got this Clubhouse and the old Knights building, and a bunch of us are talking about moving south.”

“I’m thinking one Club, three Chapters. We rebuild the Pack House up north, that becomes the werewolf headquarters and a place for us to base out of during the summer. We keep the facilities here, improving them and adding on as we need. Then we build a chapter in Florida. With this money, we can have a hell of a nice Florida chapter. I want you to head up scouting a new place, maybe near Jacksonville. Work with Viper, Hammer, anyone else interested in moving south. I want the place to be big enough that the whole Club can vacation there, and remote enough the wolves can run there.”

“I’ll get right on it,” Dagger said.

“We don’t have a ton of time,” Adam said. “If we’re going to get the Pack House going, we need to get permits and start demolishing the old structures, get designs, pour foundations. There’s only a short time until construction season ends if you aren’t weather tight.”

“Then start now,” Gabriel said. “We have funds the Knights held, they are now Club funds. Use them to get what you need and put a rush on it. I’d love it if we could move people in next spring. In the meantime, buy that land and house we were talking about, so you have a base of operations. We can send more guys up, some of us have experience in construction trades.”

The meeting went on for another half hour until we had hashed out what we needed to do. “I’m going to have babies,” Kelly said. “It’s really going to happen.”

I went to her and hugged her tight. “We’re all going to have babies, Kelly. Beautiful babies who play together on the lawn in their wolf forms.” The hug was soon joined by the other women.

Things were going to be all right.

Ch. 86

Snake’s POV

This President thing was really interfering with my love life.

Last night had been a shock, Mia and I had returned to our room and talked well into the night. In one way, the dream confirmed all the choices and feelings I had made. She was meant to be mine, and I was good with that. She was happy as well, over the moon at the idea she’d be able to have children with me. That had been the one thing she was hoping would not be a dealbreaker in our relationship.

We set Eve’s funeral service for Wednesday night, as Thursday afternoon was now set for Donuts. The two services couldn’t be more different; Eve’s was a simple memorial service, we had purchased an urn and Kelly had a large photo printed of her framed to put behind it. It was going to be a biker sendoff, fitting for a daughter who grew up in the Club and was a full member. We would return to the Clubhouse after it was over for a wake. Donut’s will directed a law enforcement funeral, but he had specific instructions for how he wanted the Club involved. He was going to be in full dress uniform, but was to be holding his cut in his right hand in the casket. We’d already been told it would be a closed casket, the head injuries were too much to repair. The Club was also going to be interspersed with the police, in between the Ramsey County cars and those from all other law enforcement agencies.

The third funeral Dagger was handling. We’d gotten a call from the Coroner up north, asking about funeral arrangements for Mitchell. I found out a lot about the man who had both protected and threatened my daughter. Meghan had talked to both the medical examiner and his oncologist at Bethesda Naval Hospital. It turned out he hadn’t been discharged at all, he had packed up and left the day after a brain scan showed his cancer had metastasized. It was inoperable, and he was given six months to live.

It was all to medical-talk for me, but Meghan said he had a tumor growing in his brain in the area that controlled judgement and strong feelings. His autopsy results showed he had been taking large doses of painkillers to deal with the pain. “He probably ignored it all and came here to continue with his life,” she told me. “Death was caused by the tumor damaging an artery, he bled out into his brain in seconds. There was nothing I or anyone else could have done.”

“And his behavior?”

“At some point, thinking about Eve made the pain go away and that fed his fantasy. He didn’t want to hurt her, to him she was an angel, the only thing that made things tolerable.” I sat down, thinking back to how we had treated him, and how he had behaved. “He was a good man once, he deserves to be remembered that way.”

We worked with the staff at the Fort Snelling Cemetery, and using Mitchell’s computer and phone contacts we sent the information to as many of his fellow Marines as we could find. The local Marine Corps Reserve and VFW also spread the word. Two days later, we were standing graveside as an Honor Guard of Marines fired their salute. He was a highly decorated Marine, well respected, and it showed in the turnout and the eulogies.