Never F*ck With Werewolves

Morgan heard a familiar voice from the corner of her darkened bedroom. "I need you to know that I've never done this before." She jolted upward. Every hair on her body standing to attention. Looking out into the darkness, she squinted trying her best to make out the figure sitting in the chair. "Wh-who's there?" She asked in a trembly voice, only to hear a deep sarcastic laugh in response.

"Let's not play those games Morgan…let's not insult your intelligence nor mine." She breathed deep.

"Mr. Wolf what are you doing in my bedroom…this is beyond inappropriate." Jordan rose to his feet and moved towards the bed. The cascade of moonlight shining through her window allowed Morgan to briefly see his face. His smooth skin and chiseled features looked sinful during the day, but tonight to her, Mr. Wolf looked like the devil himself.

Jordan untied his tie and let it fall freely around his neck. He looked at Morgan, studying her breathing patterns. She was nervous, who wouldn't be if they awaken to find their boss in their room? Yet, Jordan knew she had no clue that he truly was the stuff of nightmares. Running his hands through his dark hair, his eyes fell to the red nightie she was wearing. The lace clung close to her body showing every single bit of her frame. He cursed under his breath in annoyance.

"You really ought to wear more to bed at night." For other women that would have been a terrifying statement, yet Morgan only felt enraged. Always one to speak before allowing her brain to catch up with her mouth, she rolled her eyes. "After 4 pm you can't tell me what to do sir." The corners of his lips curved into a twisted smile that never reached his eyes. "You know Ms. Pierce; I've tolerated that horrid mouth of yours and questionable fashion for years because you're intelligent and quite honestly the best executive assistant I've ever had." He leaned against the pole of the bed frame. "However tonight my tolerance for you is extremely low, which is why I'm here."

"I don't understand."

"Why would you wear that shit to the Halloween party hmm? Was it some kind of sick joke to you?" Morgan felt her mouth gape open as he burned a hole into her with his eyes. She never pegged Jordan Wolf as insane. Cold, calculated, and brash maybe, but not insane, yet at this moment, it was clear that she was wrong. Reaching behind her, she wrapped her robe over her body and stood.

All I need to do is get to my dresser

She thought to herself. Her gun was already loaded and if she could stall long enough, she could make a run for it.

"It was a Halloween party; we were told to dress up and I did."

"No, what you did was make a fucking mockery of something you know nothing about." Jordan clenched his teeth tightly together as his eyes locked with the black and white wolf masquerade mask tossed haphazardly on the floor. He reached down and picked it up, along with the faux ears and tail next to it.

"Is this what you think about werewolves?" He scoffed. "As things to mock through fake fur, fishnets, and high heels?"

"Mr. Wolf...I don't think about werewolves because…they aren't real. I needed a last-minute costume, so I grabbed some shit and put it together." Morgan saw the light of his green eyes flash so bright they almost looked yellow. She took a step back, only to be met with him taking one forward. "You're so damn disrespectful. Up until this moment, I wasn't sure about this, but now…I know…you've gone too far." Morgan turned to run for the dresser making it only halfway before Jordan grabbed her by her hair.

"Ahhh" She screamed, as she felt his hands tighten in the strands. A low deadly growl escaped his lips, freezing Morgan in her place. Walking her towards the wall, Jordan whipped her around. Morgan's eyes widen as she looked into his. There was no mistaking the unnatural yellow hue.

"Wha-what- "She couldn't get the question out, her fear causing Jordan to smile again. "I'm a werewolf my dear…the head one at that."

"Werewolves aren't real!" Letting go of her hair, he banged his fist against the wall by her head. "Do I look imaginary to you?" The smell of the mint and cognac on his breath made her dizzy. His closeness affecting her thoughts. He smelled of leather, and through his suit, she could feel his muscles tightened.

What the hell is wrong with me?

As if he could hear her, Jordan responded.

"Pheromones Ms. Pierce. But you'll learn all about those and more once you've turned." Pulling away from her, he turned his back and stepped away. His eyes drawn to the moon outside of the window, he smiled a sinister grin. "When…when I turn?" Morgan could hear the twisting of bones. "Mrs. Pierce, tonight I'm afraid you're about to learn a very valuable lesson." She could see his body contort as he dropped to his knees. She wanted to scream in horror as the transformation continued but her voice stuck to her throat. A large black wolf stood in his place. It's massive size towering over her. It turned and looked at her, its teeth bared, but still resembling the twisted smile Jordan frequently wore.

"Tonight, my dear, you're gonna learn firsthand why you never fuck with werewolves."

Rule 1: A Dark Moon pack member does not kill humans UNLESS the pack member has no choice. Killing humans for pleasure or sport of any kind will result in the member becoming a feral rogue. Across all werewolf packs, the same rule applies that all rogue werewolves will be executed immediately.

"Jesus Jordan you said you only planned to scare her!" Elijah stared wildly at him as he watched him carry a bloody unconscious Morgan in his arms. Jordan blew steam from his nose. "Yeah, but she pissed me off." He wasn't in any mood to be chastised for his actions, especially not by his own Beta. As he placed Morgan into the limo, his mind was all over the place. He'd fucked up royally, and now he would have to fix it. "I'm going to grab her some clothes." He mumbled as he made his way back into her brownstone. The smell of her blood in the apartment made his canines throb.

"FUCK" He screamed hitting the wall so hard, his fist went through the drywall. Thankfully, no one was on the other side, or he'd have to explain how he hulked the thing, yet another one of his fuck ups for the night.

She tastes so good Jordan…she tastes so good A low growl escaped his throat, upon hearing his wolf giddy nature.

This is your fault. You and your damn bloodlust He could hear his wolf snicker.

Nice try but this is on you. I may have made you bite her, but you came here on your own. It was you that scathed her with your fangs, you who accidentally nicked her not me.

Jordan grumbled, hating that he was right. What had started out as teaching her about the scary side of appropriation, turned into him finding his Luna. How had he been so careless? He'd worked with her long enough, he should have known.

Don't be so hard on yourself kid. You know human pheromones are low intensity. They cover them up with all that junk. Hell, I missed It too. I mean we've been busy! Mergers don't happen on their own…but that sweet blood told it all.

His wolf jumped up and down.

She's most certainly our mate. Jordan rubbed the side of his temples, knowing a headache was coming on. This was a problem in more ways than one. It wasn't like he could just leave her. Her vulgar mouth and erratic nature were bound to turn her feral. There was no other way around it, she was going to have to stay with him.

You sure that's the only reason?

Oh, sod off He shot back, quickly grabbed some clothes. Returning to the limo, he slid in and folded one leg over the other. He busied himself with some paperwork to avoid Elijah's stare.

"So, you wanna talk about?"

"No, I don't" Elijah scrunched his nose.

"Not…even a little?" Jordan huffed. He wasn't about to admit he screwed up, or that she technically belonged to him. Elijah would never let him live it down. And he was too old to have an audition for a new role of Beta because he murdered his first.

"It's not a big deal, I just had a better idea. You know how people are integrated into situations and places so they can learn more about them?"

"You mean as that show Scared Straight? Where they put the kids in prison with prisoners to show what's it like?" Jordan looked up from his paperwork repulsed. "No Elijah not like that. I turned to Ms. Pierce so I could immerse her in wolf culture. Teach her a bit, help her grow, maybe even pick with her along the way." Arching his brow, Elijah looked at him skeptically.

"So…basically Scared Straight Werewolf Edition."

"Oh, shut up," Jordan said under his breath, hearing Elijah laugh. He turned his attention back to his work and thought to himself.

Mental note: must binge-watch Scared Straight.

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Covered in sweat, Morgan thrashed about as a burning sensation ripped right through her center. More than anything she wanted to scream out, but her agony forced her voice to remain in her throat. Her vision blurred, she looked around the foreign room attempting to make sense of the silhouettes of the strangers around her.

"What if she doesn't survive the change?" A man spoke.

"She will." Another responded.

Morgan continued to convulse. The pain coursing through her body too much to bear, but she refused to pass out. Mustering as much strength as she could, she screamed at the top of her lungs.

"WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?!" One of the silhouettes moved closer to her, his face still unrecognizable.

"Breathe Ms. Pierce it's almost over." The smell of Leather and mint permeated her nose. Reaching out, she grabbed at the now-familiar man pulling his face closer to hers. Jordan's eyes, the color of the brightest sun stared into her hazy view. The gasp from the other spectators filled the room at the sight of her touching their Alpha.

"Breathe." He whispers, unphased by her sudden aggression.

"I…can't." She managed to get out as tears fell from the sides of her face. Baring her teeth, as the pain tore through her again, she released him and clung to the smooth fabric under her. A low foreign growl escaped her throat. "We really need to strap her down Jordan…she's getting too aggressive." Morgan's heart felt like it would rip through her chest. Who were these people? Where had Jordan brought her? What were they going to do to her? The fear of the unknown answers to these questions captivated her and from the depths of her body, she heard a soft voice speak.

We need to run…NOW!

She felt the room spin and Morgan knew she would soon blackout. Clenching her eyes together tightly, she held her breath hoping that the darkness would take away the pain. Jordan watched as Morgan's body raised from the bed. Her nails now elongated to claws; her body taunt she squared off across from him. Steam blew from her nose, her brown eyes yellowed, he knew her wolf was in protect mode. From his peripherals, he could see his pack members eyes yellowing and their bodies hunching all prepared to attack the new wolf.

Shit "Nobody moves." He warned those around him knowing any one of them could rip the novice wolf to shreds. Morgan's eyes darted from person to person before landing on a nearby window. Racing to the window with newfound speed, Morgan darted to the glass, shattering it, before taking off. "NOBODY IS TO GO AFTER HER BUT ME, DO YOU UNDERSTAND!" Jordan barked to the pack member in the room. Silent nods and submissive head bows flowed around the room except for his Beta.

"We should have strapped her down Jordan…" Elijah mumbled low enough for only him to hear. Deep inside, he knew he was right, but he still didn't need to hear it right now. Shifting into his large black wolf, Jordan made his way through the shattered window in search of the wolf that got away.

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The cool air hit Morgan's back as she slowly struggled to regain consciousness. She looked around, taking in the atmosphere around her. The large trees of the forest seemed to hug the blackened sky.

How did I get out here?

She didn't even know where here was. She had to figure out how to get home. She needed to get away from Jordan and the crazy people who'd taken her. The smell of fire caught her nose. Her senses heightened; she raised her head to get a better whiff.

Maybe if I follow it, I can get help She began to follow the smell, and before long landed upon a campfire. The embers of the fire burned bright, and through the bushes, she could see a couple sitting comfortably together on a log. Quickly, she darted towards the two.

"Please help I- "The terror on their faces, sent a chill up her spine. A loud scream belted from the woman's mouth.

Why are they so afraid of me?

Morgan placed her hands up in protest. "I'm sorry I scared you. I won't hurt you, but I really need hel- "Her own words hitched in her throat at the sight of her hands. Elongated, clawed with white fur, the foreign hands stared back at her. Placing her hands to her face, they shook as she felt her teeth jarring from her mouth. She felt her knees weakening, and she dropped down to the ground and cried.

"Wha-what's wrong with me?" She sobbed, but the woman's scream continued to ring in her ear. "STOP FUCKING SCREAMING!" She shouted covering her ears, but the woman continued to yell. It was then Morgan noticed the man reaching for a glistening metal object near the campfire.

He's trying to kill me.

Morgan was to the man within seconds. Her hand collided with the woman's face, sending her flying against a tree. Tackling the man effortlessly to the ground, growling she looked him deep in his eyes. The longer she stared at the fear in his eyes, the more her blood began to boil. How could he fear her? She was the one in danger, she was the one begging for help. Wrapping her long-clawed hand around his throat, she squeezed enjoying the sounds of him choking for air.

If I must suffer, everyone will suffer Her body felt like it was in a frenzy, her heightened senses bringing her almost to a peak of euphoria. She was going to kill him, and then finish his woman off, and she would relish in their deaths. The sound of rustling bushes caught her attention, and she looked just in time to see a large black wolf coming her way. Tackling her, the wolf overpowered her and locked her hands in its paws.

"LET GO OF ME!" She screamed, trying hard, but failing to get it off her.

Breathe…Ms. Pierce It sounded like almost a whisper, but she was sure it was Jordan's voice. Looking into the familiar yellowed eyes of the wolf, Morgan felt her body begin to relax. The frenzying of her heart slowed, and the anger inside her slowly subdued. "Mr. Wolf?" She murmured lightly, but Jordan didn't answer. Instead, he released her, and slowly shifted into human form. Morgan sat up, and looked at her hands, the sight of her normal fingers causing her breath to stick to her throat. Looking around, her eyes teared as she saw the unconscious woman and man lying about.

"I…I did this." Her lip quivered, and with a stoic expression, Jordan folded his arms to his chest. "They aren't dead. So, congrats on not going feral and becoming a rogue." He said with a hint of sarcasm. Morgan felt her mouth gape. "WHAT THE HELL DOES THAT EVEN MATTER?!" She screamed. Leaning down to her level, she saw his green eyes shift bright yellow again.

"Because if you killed them, I would have killed you. Rule #1 of the pack Ms. Pierce; All rogues will be slaughtered.