Her Alpha's Orders

Ch 1

Jo-anne POV 10 Years Later

Jo-anne was all packed, most of her belongings had already been given away to good will, she just had a few boxes left, and they were all being shipped back to the Eclipsed Moon Pack; to go into storage until she was due to return in two years.

Alpha Damien had put quite a few rules on her, while she’d been out here in Seattle away from the pack. Working off pack territory, in an art gallery, after completing her university degrees. She'd obtained two degrees, spent 6 years at university living in a dorm room. Now she lived in a third floor studio apartment, with a small balcony, where she enjoyed sitting and having a cup of tea every morning, and every night before retiring to bed.

The rules he’d given her were simple and manageable; no visiting other packs, even allied packs, without first requesting his permission and getting it. No moving without requesting his permission, and allowing him to approve it. She must report monthly on her income, and a percentage of it would be allocated back to the pack. So she was contributing to the pack, even though she was not in the pack currently.

That any other pack who approached her, and wanted to hire her for her artistic talent, as a portrait artist, had to all go through him. She had to contact him and report immediately before agreeing. She was not allowed to say yes, ever. Only he could approve outside pack requests. It was not his allied packs that he was concerned about, obviously. But the packs that were not allied to his at all, that she had come across, and wanted her to work for them.

She must at all times wear the pack's symbol, as either a pin on her clothing or on a necklace. She’d opted for the pin.

Word had been spreading in the past three years of her skill, and Alpha wolves and high-ranking members did like to have portraits of themselves or their Mates.

Some packs had grand hallways where they displayed portraits of all the Alphas who’d run the pack. She knew because the Eclipsed Moon Pack had just that, though all their portraits were hung in the grand library, on the 2nd floor of the packhouse. Growing up, all she had ever wanted, was to have one of her paintings go up there.

Not likely to happen anymore.

All her art work commissioned or not, anything she produced and sold, a percentage was given to the pack to help it grow, which made her a productive member of her pack, even though she lived an hour and a half away at all times. Never went back there, not for anything at all.

Alpha Damien had informed her that her art for other packs had to go through him, in order to keep her safe from harm. Alpha Damien knew, and understood why she had not returned home; heck everyone in the pack would know why.

To Jo-anne’s surprise, after she had left the pack, unexpectedly and without permission, to live on campus, not only had it been approved; but both Alpha Damien and his Mate Luna Natalia had paid her a visit, in person.

Had appeared at her dorm room, shocking her completely. She had thought they were going to turn her rogue. But they had not, had asked to come in for a chat. Which had been them asking her how she was doing, seeing what they knew of her and West; being his parents. Maybe they had felt responsible for her mental well-being at the time.

Jo-anne had rejected their son, but they didn’t seem to mind at all, didn’t even bring him up at the time. Just wanted to know if she was alright. Had actually offered and paid for all of her university tuition, and told her of a Wolfen psychologist that they thought might be a good idea for her to see. They had already made her an appointment, and told her she would be seeing him.

She had actually needed it, spent two years in therapy with the man they recommended. Not only had she been able to confide in him all her thoughts and feelings. But when Clova had returned to her, he had helped the two of them work out their issues over what Jo-anne had done to her own wolf. Clova could now understand, though she had been very happy with Volt; her Mate. Jo-anne had not been happy, and could now understand why she and West had never gotten along, due to their unfortunate circumstances.

That they were not fated Mates, and with West and her being forced to be together, it just couldn’t work out between them, no matter that she had tried. There was too much anger in the man over it. Clova had been sad that Jo-anne had walked away and rejected West, which meant she and Volt were no longer Mates either; but had come to accept it.

Jo-anne had managed to heal herself and unite with her wolf. She had studied hard and gotten a Bachelor of Arts, focused on oil paintings and watercolours, and also had a Master’s Degree in Language and Linguistics. She was now a fully dedicated artist with her first international art exhibition, about to be launched in Seoul, South Korea, in just a few days. She had managed to apply for and secure a job within an art gallery, assisting with Art Exhibitions. This is what she did here in Seattle when not painting.

She was happy to be moving there for the next two years, but was then required to return to the pack. To work from the pack for good. An art studio would be built for her, seeing as she was rising in popularity among the ranked members of their allied packs. She had already, in the last year, painted three portraits of Alphas and their Lunas; some standing together and others separate, for each of their offices.

These two years away from the pack in Seoul, Korea, she'd had to really fight for. Alpha Damien and his Beta, Jonathon, had turned up at her apartment, when she’d done the stupid thing, and hung up on her own Alpha over him; originally not allowing it. Had to hang up, or she'd been going to incur punishment, for losing her temper and yelling at him. Not something someone like her was ever allowed to do.

She had been thinking about going rogue to get her own way, and was still debating it when there had been a knock on her door hours later. She'd opened it to find Alpha Damien and Beta Jonathon staring at her and thought she was going to be seriously punished. But apparently, just a very serious sit-down discussion was all he’d wanted, as to when she would be returning to the pack.

Alpha Damien had pressed hard on the matter; did not want to have to force her to come home due to her and West's past relationship, but told her it was time to come home. She couldn’t just stay away forever. So, in the end, this agreement had been made, two years in Korea, then she had to return home for good. No ifs and’s or butt’s.

He would build her a studio within the pack's grounds, and she could have it tailored to her needs and wants. If she did not agree to his request, he would simply take her back to the pack right then and there; order it if need be. Jo-anne had agreed, she’d really had no other choice, this was her first overseas exhibition, and she really did want to go.

There was only one other condition. She had to go home and pledge her loyalty and allegiance to Westley. As he was taking over as the Alpha to the pack, her attendance was mandatory. Jo-anne had stared at him for a long minute. She had known it would happen sooner or later.

“Saturday,” she’d nodded.

Knew it was West’s birthday on Saturday. So, of course, that was when he would be sworn in. She was a little surprised that it had not happened before now. The man was 32 or would be on Saturday. She was a little curious, as to why his father had put it off for so long. But she did not question her Alpha. It was his pack to run, as he saw fit, and handing it down to his heir was also up to him; when he did that.

“You’ll come home, Friday.” Alpha Damien had told her.

“My flight is Sunday afternoon.”

“I know your itinerary. I approved it,” he'd commented, “Friday, Jo-anne. I mean it. Or I will rescind your contracts, all of them.”

“Yes Alpha.” She had bowed her head respectfully.

It was Friday now, she was only an hour and a half from the pack, so there was no real rush. Technically, she had until midnight to turn up, but had the distinct feeling that wouldn’t go down well with Alpha Damien. So she was ready to go. It was only 10am and the pack’s movers would be here shortly.

They had called and told her they were only 10 minutes away. Her suitcase, just a carry-on for her flight on Sunday, was sitting by the door along with her handbag and her passport and tickets were all safely tucked in the front pocket.

She was only a little bit nervous to be going home. Her life here in Seattle had turned out to be good for her, she’d made plenty of friends, and had actually been able to go back to her normal happy self, after a few years. She loved living out here; people were nice to her, and no one expected anything of her. She was allowed to be just who she was.

Jo-anne often had dinner out, went night clubbing to dance with her friends, spent time shopping, and had spa days, even the occasional girls' weekend away. Life was really good now. She had set herself free, and turned her life around. Living her life the way she had always thought it would be; before West.

A shiver shot through her body and Jo-anne gasped, “Not now” she muttered, the movers would be here any minute. “Goddess, let it pass quickly.” she prayed, as her hand hit the wall to support herself.

Her whole body was trembling, her back was suddenly hot all down those moons; something that had just appeared on her back when she had turned 18. She had woken up at three in the morning, all hot and sweaty, and felt this burning sensation moving down her back, only to see in the mirror as five moons appeared down her spine. From her neck to the middle of her back. Phases of the moons, and some star constellations around them as well.

She had looked it up after taking a photo for reference, ‘Celestial Moon Phases’ it was known as, and ever since she had gotten them, the shivers had come. That’s what she called it, because she had not known what it was, but it always started out as a shiver, deep and warm. Then it evolved into more.

Pleasure was starting to roll through her body within a minute of it starting, and a moan escaped her. Both her hands were on that wall now. Goddess, it was so strong today, she closed her eyes and bit down hard on the cries that were trying to escape her, as the pleasure started to rip through her body.

Between her legs was wet and hot, and her insides were pulsing as the waves of pleasure got faster. She felt her knees buckle, and sank down on to them. Her fingers all pressed against the wall, her knuckles white, her back arched, and she bit down harder on the cry that was welling in her. Even Clova was howling with pleasure inside her mind.

She heard the doorbell ring “No.” she moaned, there was no way she could get up and get it; to let them in. The waves were quicker, and it was coming so strong, she had no choice but to wait it out. Finally, it passed, and her o****m left her sagged down on the floor a little exhausted. Still trying to recover from it, she heard the doorbell again.

Jo-anne pushed herself up off the floor, ‘Goddess, they are going to be able to smell me.’ she knew her panties were soaked through. She could smell her. Called out “Just a minute.” so they knew she was there.

Though it was likely they already knew, their wolfen hearing would have picked up everything. They would have heard her in this apartment, moaning and cumming, as she had an o****m out of bloody nowhere. She just had to own it, like every other damned time wolves were around to hear it; smell it.

She walked over to the door, took a quiet breath in to steady herself, plastered on a smile, and opened the door. She could tell instantly, they had heard her moaning in o****m, she’d not been able to hold it in; never could at the end. Sometimes it was over quickly, other times it took a long time, and then there were those nights when it happened multiple times.

The two wolves smirked at her knowingly, “Gentlemen.” She greeted them, “Come in.” she stepped aside as though nothing had happened a minute ago; as though the scent of her arousal wasn't still all around her. “Lock up after you leave, please.” she told them and handed one a key. Then she grabbed her suitcase and handbag, and left the apartment as though she didn’t care at all; as though they had not just heard her, or could smell her.

She heard them laughing as she walked down the stairs; on somewhat still shaky legs. Sometimes she could recover quickly, other times not. Today seemed it was, a not, day. Still trying to breathe normally as she got in the car, and took a minute for herself to close her eyes and just breathe, try and relax.