Mated to the Hunter’s Daughter

River Tonight is the night! The night I have trained my entire life for. At midnight, I will turn 18 and I can officially call myself a werewolf hunter. Well, at least after I kill a werewolf. Which I will! We’ve been tracking a rogue wolf for the last week, just so I can make my first kill. Admittedly, I’m nervous. I’ll be going alone, as do all who wish to pass the final test to join the brotherhood. My father has trained me harder than any other before so that I may exact my revenge on the horrible monsters who kidnapped, raped and murdered my mother. I look in my full length mirror, pulling my thick, long, dark blonde, wavy hair back into a messy bun. My camouflage body suit hugs my body tightly, showing of the ample curve of my breasts and hips. I hear a knock on my bedroom door. I take a deep breath to calm my nerves. The scent coming through my door is unmistakably my father’s. He’s been so distant lately. When he’s home from a hunt, I can always count on him to attend at least one of my training courses. His favorites being hand to hand combat and learning to perfect our use of different weapons. He hasn’t been to a single one the last 6 months and if we happen to be home together, he locks himself in his office, claiming he has hunter business to attend to. I try not to let it get to me. I’m sure he has been extra busy trying to strategize all of our attacks against our newest target, the Silver Moon Pack, plus making sure everything is perfect for tonight. It can’t be that he’s avoiding me on purpose...we’re all each other has. Another, louder knock on my door pulls me from my thoughts. “Come on in Dad!” I yell over my shoulder. I turn around, giving him a big smile, excited that he’s here to see me off. His chestnut brown hair, which is normally kept nicely combed and neat, looks as though it hadn’t been brushed in days. His usually clean shaven face, now has a thick growth of brown and silver hair. His big brown eyes, that are always filled with such pride and love, are now scowling at me wearily. My smile falters. “River, how did you know it was me at the door?” He asks suspiciously. “Lucky guess. Who else would it be?” I lie. He never likes it when I mention my heightened sense of smell. What does he expect? He’s been training me so long and so hard to be the top hunter. Of course I’m going to pay close attention to my surroundings. “Well, anyways,” he says, shaking his head. “I wanted to give you a few things before you leave for your hunt.” He drops a large black duffel bag on my bed. The first thing he pulls out is a hand gun. Showing me the silver bullets encased inside. I put it in the holster around my right thigh. Next, I’m handed a wooden handled, silver knife dipped in wolfsbane. I put this in a sheath on my upper left arm. Lastly, he pulls out a small black velvet box. I look at him confused. “It’s an early birthday present.” He grumbles. “Just open it” I slowly open the lid, revealing a silver heart shaped locket. Dad suddenly grabs the box out of my hands and removes the necklace from the case. He opens the locket. Inside is my favorite picture of my mom and dad together, facing each other in an embrace, each smiling lovingly at the other. “Dad, I love it!” Before I can take it back from him, he pulls the locket away and stands up. “Here.” He roughly shoves my black gloves at me. “Don’t forget these.” “Okay...” I say, drawing the word out. He’s acting even weirder than he has been lately. Once the gloves are on, he quickly moves behind me and clasps the necklace around my neck. I pull back the neck of my body suit and tuck the necklace inside. The metal is strangely warm against my skin. “Well, good luck tonight River.” He starts walking towards my door without so much as a hug. He stops, barely looking over his shoulder. “I love your mother more than anything and I won’t stop hunting until every single one of those mutts are rotting in the ground. No matter how powerful they are...” he pauses, “or who they are.” With that, he walked out. I sat staring at the closed door, trying to figure out what the hell THAT was all about. Declan “Listen, I appreciate your concern Chance, but my mind is made up. I’m going alone and that’s final.” I stood leaning over my desk, eyeing my beta. “Fine Declan. You win. Can we at least station five of our best warriors close enough that if you need them, they’re there? Chance implored. I started to protest, but Chance cut me off. “I know that you’re a big, bad Alpha, who can surely take out a few hunters and I know that you’re trying to keep your pack members safe by doing this on your own, but what will it hurt? Your poor mother will be able to rest more soundly tonight knowing you’re not alone, and, you’ll make a handful of your soldiers feel important.” He crossed his arms in front of his chest, leaning back in his chair and raising an eyebrow. I ran a hand over my face. “Fine, but those soldiers will stay back at least a mile. I have tracking these hunters for over a month and I want to wipe out as many as possible. I’ll be more likely to draw them out alone. If they see I’m with a squad, they might not reveal themselves.” Chance stood up and walked over to my side of the desk and claps me on the back. “I knew I could get you to see it my way.” He says with a smirk. I scrunch my face into a scowl. “You better drop it beta, before I change my mind.” My scowl begins to slowly transform into a grin and we both start laughing. “My mother, Chance? Really?” I say still laughing. “What? I was running out of ideas.” He shrugs, walking back to his seat on the other side of the desk. “This is just so important.” I say with a sigh, slumping back down into my chair. “They’ve somehow managed to kill 12 of our pack members already. I can’t allow them to continue terrorizing our land. How can my pack look to me for protection if I don’t take care of this threat now?” “Listen buddy, I know you’re stressed. We all are. Maybe you should take some time to relax while you wait to hear from border patrol. They’ll let you know as soon as they spot any hunters and then you can go take care of business.” He suggests. Before I can respond, a she-wolf with straight, chestnut colored hair just below her shoulders, walks in, keeping her eyes pointed towards the floor. “Alpha Declan, this is Aliyah. She works in the pack house as a server.” Chance introduced her, placing his hand on the small of her back, gently pushing her forward. “Yes, I do believe I have spoken to you a few times Aliyah.” I say with a wary smile. Her cheeks flush at the mention of her name and the scent of her arousal starts filling the room. Understanding finally hits me. “Now Chance...” “I’ll just leave you two to get better acquainted.” Chance says, cutting me off, quickly backing out of my office. I get there just as he closes the door and stand staring at it for just a moment before turning around to look at Aliyah. She was a pretty girl. Her large, light brown eyes were trimmed with long dark lashes. She was wearing a thin, white mid-drift top and I just noticed she was obviously not wearing a bra, as her very erect n*****s are clearly visible against the thin fabric. My eyes travel down to her black skirt that hugged her hips and started flaring out until it reached just under her ample ass. The smell of her arousal hits me again, causing my already stiffening member to become painfully hard. I cleared my throat. “Aliyah, there’s no need for you to continue staring at the floor.” Her eyes begin to trail up my body, coming to a stop at my manhood pressing obvious against my jeans. She licks her lips and then slowly brings her gaze up to my face. “Now listen Aliyah, this is not something I do on a regular basis. I mean, my beta bringing random women up to my office to help me relax.” I said putting air quotes around the word relax. I placed a hand on her shoulder and leaned down so that we were eye level. “This will be a one time thing. Do you understand? I hope to find my mate soon and do not wish to have any overly attached females giving her trouble.” “I understand Alpha.” She said, biting her full lower lip and giving me a suggestive wink. Before I could say anything further, she launched herself at me, pressing her mouth against mine in a desperate kiss. One hand entangled itself in my short, tousled, black hair, as the other slipped down the front of my jeans, grabbing my c**k. She quickly took her mouth off mine, giving me a sexy grin. “My, my, my! What a big boy you are Alpha! I’ll need two hands to grip you properly.” I pulled her mouth back to mine, our tongues intertwining. I slipped one hand under her short top, first kneading her breast and then lightly pinching her n****e. My other hand felt it’s way down her back and under her skirt, gripping one of her full ass cheeks, pressing her against my bulge. She playfully bit my lip and gently started pushing me against the front of my desk. “Alpha,” she said, looking up from under her full lashes. “Let me pay homage to you.” She took the tip of her index finger and started running it down the middle of my collarbone down to the buttons on my jeans. She slowly got to her knees and started undoing the fastenings of my pants. She quickly pulled my pants and boxers down to reveal my manhood. She gently grabbed my shaft with both hands and licked a bead of pre-c*m off the head, enlisting a moan to escape my lips. She then ran her tongue from the bottom of my sack and up my shaft, where she finally engulfed me with her hot mouth, pumping me in and out, while stroking me with one hand and gently massaging my testes with the other. I grabbed the sides of her head, helping to move myself in and out of her mouth. I was getting close when she stopped and slowly got to her feet. “Is something wrong?” I asked, trying to hide my frustration. “Yes.” She said shaking her head, her face very serious. She then turned her back to me, bent over straight legged, leaning on the back of the chair Chance had been sitting in earlier, revealing her soft, wetness between her legs. Looking over her shoulder she said, “I need you inside me. Now.” I ran my finger over her wet entrance and gently began massaging her most sensitive area. “Oh f**k!” She sighed. “Please Alpha!” She begged. “Please f**k me! I need that huge c**k of yours inside me!” I, being the gracious Alpha that I am, was only too happy to comply. My wolf starts badgering me about something, but I ignore him. It’s been awhile since I’ve allowed myself to take the time to enjoy a woman’s body, so I block him out. Holding my c**k in one hand and Aliyah’s hip in the other, I place my tip at her entrance, ready to plunge myself into her tight, wet, warmth, when Chance comes bursting into the room. “Goddess damn it Chance! What the f**k do you want?” I bellow, still holding Aliyah and my c**k in place. “Sorry Declan, hate to ruin your fun, but the hunters, they’re here.” River I’ve been watching this rogue from my hiding spot, about 20 feet up a tree, for almost two hours now and I’m getting antsy. He has been staying just outside the border of the Silver Moon pack all week, but for some reason, he decided to sneak inside their boundaries and camp out here for the night. It took me an hour of tracking, but I finally found him. The Silver Moon pack is notorious for their top rate warriors and iron tight borders, but somehow, he was able to slip through. That alone put me on edge. Our group of hunters are the best of the best, so we targeted this pack as a bit of a fun challenge. There’s no way this guy should have been able to sneak through undetected. Somethings off. I know somethings off, but I have to stay and finish this. If I don’t bag this rogue by sun up tomorrow, I’ll have to wait another 6 months before I can go through the initiation process again and I cannot do that! I cannot wait one day longer to be who I’m meant to be. I check my watch for the 1,000th time tonight. Five more minutes until midnight. I feel my heart rate spike as excitement and nervousness course through my body. I pull the warm locket from under my shirt and unhook the clasp from my neck, so I can look at the picture inside better. The moon is bright enough tonight that I can see the image clearly. My eyes begin to moisten, but my nervousness begins to calm. Seeing my mothers beautiful face always has that affect on me. I search my parents faces, trying to find a piece of myself in them like I do every time I see a picture of them together, but if it’s there, I don’t see it. Both of my parents have brown hair and brown eyes, where I have blonde hair, and blue eyes. I always figured I must take after a grandparent or something. My watch starts vibrating letting me know it’s 30 seconds to midnight, startling me so badly I drop my locket. “f**k!” I say under my breath. “I’ll just have to grab it when I’m done.” I think to myself. I grab my gun from it’s holster and take a deep, shuddered breath. This isn’t what your mother would want you know. I look around wildly. “Who the f**k was that?!” That wolf down there, could have a mate, children. How are they going to feel when they find out that they’re husband and father was taken away from them? “I don’t know who you are, but you’re not going to change my mind.” I whisper harshly, aiming the gun at the werewolves heart. “I have trained my whole life for this. It’s who I’m meant to be!” Then you will be no different from those who stole your mother from you. You will become the monster you’ve hated so vehemently. Please, don’t do this. My hand begins to shake and the werewolf in my sites becomes a watery blur. Doubt begins to fill my mind. A sharp, piercing pain shoots down my back, exploding through my skull, spreading down my arms and legs, to the tips of my fingers and toes. I hear the sound of my gun going off and then I’m falling. I drop from the tree, somehow missing all the branches on the way down. My body hits the ground hard, causing my breath to be temporarily knocked from my chest. I hardly notice. The pain pulsating throughout me is all I can concentrate on. I can’t even scream. My breath comes back as a strangled gasp. Then I hear the cracking. “It feels as though my bones are breaking!” I scream inside my mind. “That’s because they are.” Says the strange voice from before. “Try not to fight it. It will be over soon.” Just as suddenly as the pain started, it’s over. I lay panting on my stomach with my eyes closed. I hear what sounds like a dog whining close by. Did I manage to shoot the rogue before I fell? I can’t remember. Guilt and remorse begin to wash over me. “What have I done?” I slowly open my wet eyes and try to push myself onto my feet, but something’s wrong. I look down to where my hands should be on the dirt, but instead of hands, I see two golden paws. “What the f**k is going on?!” I shout in my mind since the words refuse to form on my tongue. I hear laughter coming from the strange voice from earlier. “Isn’t it obvious? You’re a werewolf!” Before I can fully freak out, my wolf smells something. Hunters. They’re good at masking their scent from werewolves, but I would know it anywhere. There’s 10 of them close by. What are they doing here? Then I smell something else. The most heavenly scent I have ever experienced. I look in the direction it’s coming from and I swear I see the slightest movement. “Mate!” My wolf howls in my mind. “What?” I yell back, confused. Before she can answer, I hear the sound of a gun with a silencer going off. With impossible speed, I jump out of the way, but it’s not quite fast enough. I feel the silver bullet graze the side of my back left leg tearing through the flesh. Then they’re there. All ten of them surrounding me. “I need to shift back!” I yell at my wolf. “No. I can protect you better this way!” She growls, ready to fight. “They know me! They’ve known me my whole life! They would never hurt me. I just need to show them who I am!” I plead with her. I need my family, the other hunters. They’ll know how to fix this. My wolf sighs and I feel my body start to shift and change back to my human form. Thankfully, it wasn’t nearly as painful this time. I slowly stand on my own two feet, breathing heavily. The wound on my leg is almost healed, but it’s still uncomfortable to put my full weight on the torn tissue. I realize I’m standing completely naked, surrounded by ten men. My cheeks begin to burn and I quickly cover my chest and crotch as best as I can with my hands. “Please! Please help me!” I beg them. “I... I don’t know what’s happening! This isn’t possible. I’m not a werewolf. I can’t be! I, I must be cursed, under a spell, something! Please!” I feel the tears in my eyes start escaping down my cheeks. I hate being so vulnerable, in so many ways, in front of my peers, my friends, but I need them. A tall man in the middle steps forward and removes his mask. It was Eric, my father’s second in command and best friend. Someone who was at our home every weekend. I would stay with him and his wife, Felicity, when Dad was gone on an extended hunt. I sighed in relief. Thank god he’s here! He’ll help me! He has to! Then I see the look on his face as he raises his gun and points it right at my chest. “River, you don’t know how sorry I am that it’s turned out this way. I was really hoping we were wrong.” At hearing those words, my years of training start to kick in as I prepare to fight...assuming he doesn’t just shoot me before I get a chance. I remove my hands from my body and move into a defensive stance. I hear myself let out a low growl. Just as I’m preparing to pounce, all hell breaks loose.