Wolves of the new dawn

Paraded around

4 weeks later

*Freesia*

“You look stunning, my dear,” Cass tells me as I get into her car to go to the party at the city headquarters. Normally, I don't attend these events, even when I'm invited. But this time, I've been personally asked to come; they want to honor me for being behind the first pregnancy in ten years. Not that I did much more than put the sperm and egg together.

“Thank you... so do you.” I'm wearing a black structured dress with my hair smoothed up into a tight ponytail. Simple and demure, not really fashionable, but in my opinion stylish.

She starts the car. “I know these parties aren't your cup of tea... honestly, I don’t like them much either. But we want more funds for the lab... and you deserve the recognition... So here we go.”

“Yeah, I... honestly find these events weird and often degrading to women.” I shake my head, hating to see my sister put on display. Then my mind slips to Apollo, as I still call him. “What are they going to do with him tonight?”

“Not sure... show him off like a prize, I think. There will be a hefty price for insemination by him, if they can even be approved to have a kid. They want people to admire him.” She looks uneasy.

I bite my lip, feeling sorry for him. He might not speak, but he seems to understand everything we say and do, and perhaps even feel more than we do. “You mean they're going to parade him around like some kind of prize to be bought and sold... a piece of meat for breeding?”

“To them, that's what he is.” She's focused on the road. “I have a feeling there's more to him. He can’t have been all alone out there, right? I wish he would talk, but I get it if he's scared to do so... if he can speak of course … tonight definitely won't help.”

Shaking my head slightly, I look out the window. I feel he has started trusting me again, even though he seems reluctant after the physical examination... and honestly, I don’t blame him. But I dislike that the directors of the City see him as some breeding animal they own.

I wonder how society was before, before the catastrophes and the big drought, before the pollution got this bad… if people was better back then.

When we arrive, we're shown into a grand hall where waiters, both male and female, carry trays of drinks and finger food. They're all in skimpy outfits. It strikes me again how... Well, feminine I guess is the best description, these men are. Our breeder, as they call him, Apollo... he seems much more masculine.

I wonder if all men used to look like that, before the testosteron dwindled. And if there are more like him out there. Do we even know the whole truth about these wastelands and who lives there?

It's too easy to distinguish between the married women, professional working women like us, and the concubines or those aspiring to be such. The latter are dressed... or rather, undressed to various degrees, showing off their youthful bodies. This is what I don’t like… women practically selling themselves for a better life, striving to be a trophy on someone's arm.

“Let's all welcome the national executive and his beautiful Raylee,” a man announces, and in walks my beautiful sister on that sleaze ball Cormac’s arm. She’s wearing a black dress that leaves one perfect breast exposed, a trend I do not understand.

I hate seeing her like this, nothing but a thing to be shown off and used. I hate that this is how our society functions.

My sister comes over to greet me, and Cormac congratulates me on getting her pregnant, making some sleazy joke about whether I've tried out the stud’s big tool.

After people have mingled and eaten, Cormac claps his hands. “And now, everyone, I want you to behold our new stud, the only fertile man in existence. But stand back, he's a savage, doesn't even have a language… little more than an animal.”

The door opens, and Apollo is dragged inside. He's wearing a shock collar and a leash, his body naked except for a black leather loincloth, showing off his marbled torso and long, strong legs. His hands are cuffed behind his back with silver shackles. He looks angry, holding his head high, those blue eyes shooting daggers.

*Torren*

This is a new height to the humiliation and degradation I am enduring. Being paraded almost naked in front of these self-entitled human bastards, like some prize stud animal.

I want to hit someone, but with my hands tied like this, with silver, and that frigging shock collar around my neck... I would only cause myself harm and more humiliation.

Another thing I desperately want to do is to get to my mate… I had felt her the other day outside my cell… but now I see her, standing beside their Alpha, or whatever their leader is called. I want to go to her, to cover her, my mate should not be exposed like this… I also realises instantly she is carrying my pup, a fact that makes my wolf howl in frustration.

“Come closer... have a look,” that Cormac guy, walks closer with a big grin. “Isn’t this a marvelous specimen?”

“He seems somewhat... hairy and uncivilized,” another man says, looking at me as if I'm nothing but an object.

I bare my teeth, sneering at the man, feeling the satisfaction when he jumps back, a scared look on his face, and then the pain as I get a dose from the shock collar, almost cursing out loud from the pain. f**k, that hurts.

“Heh, yeah, he is rather spirited,” Cormac laughs. “But imagine the strong children he will produce? He's been checked, fully healthy, and human... at least his sperm is.”

People walk by, talking... looking at me like I'm a prize horse offered for stud. But I keep my head high; I won’t let them break me.

I can’t help noticing this pale young man who is clearly begging for Doctor Freesia’s attention, but she brushes off his every attempt. In the end, he gives up and walks over to study me... his eyes are grey and cold, kind of like staring into a gun.

“I hear it’s some kind of freak of nature, that it has a d**k the size of a man's forearm.” His eyes slide down to the loincloth. “Are you going to let us see it?”

“Ah, the stories are a bit exaggerated, Ryatt, but he is big... a real stud,” Cormac throws out his arms. “So, you want to see his breeding tool? I did not want to scare the ladies.”

There is a mumble, and people come closer... someone yells, “Of course, show us how big it is.”

Cormac smiles at me, this little evil, sleazy smile. “You heard them, boy... remove the covering... let us see it.”

The clasp for the loincloth is in the back, by my hands, so I could, but I refuse to move, straightening my back and staring into his eyes, telling him without words to go to hell.

“Come on, boy... do as you are told.” He gives me an evil glare. “Well, it’s your pain.”

And on that, he’s right. The pain shooting from the collar with a flick of his hand is so bad that I stagger, almost falling to my knees.

“Come on, be a good boy,” he looks at me, but I grind my teeth, tasting blood and burnt metal in my mouth, yet I still stare back defiantly. He rolls his eyes. “Guard, remove it for him; he's clearly too dumb to understand such a simple thing.”

The guard holding my leash steps up, and with a bit of fumbling, he opens the loincloth thing, letting it fall to the ground. The room lets out an almost collective gasp. I'm honestly starting to wonder if these men are like… totally dickless, the way they're staring at mine.

People gather around, looking, whispering... I hear words like "beast," "monster," "inhuman" thrown about.

A nasty little man, who makes Cormac look like a gentleman, steps up. “So, Mr. Executive, have you thought about breeding it, for real, I mean... not in the lab... imagine watching him thrust that thing into some cute little pussy.”

“That would be something,” Cormac rubs his almost non-existent chin. “That would actually be something people might pay to watch... but he would need more training... breaking... so he wouldn’t attack or something.”

“Can I... touch it?” the man says.

“Sure,” Cormac says, then he glares at me. “Don't you dare move, boy, or it will be worse for you.”

I hold my breath, wondering what will happen if I kick the i***t in the head. But before either of us can do something, Doctor Freesia swipes in, wrapping a blanket around me. “Stop this; it’s not good for him to be stressed and agitated like this, it could affect his fertility. He should be taken back to the lab now.”

Cormac sighs and waves to the guard. “Take him back then.”

Freesia sends me a small sad smile before I am dragged out of there. I am grateful for her intervention.