The Lycan Wars: The Catalyst By Janet Mac Donald Published by Janet Mac Donald at Smashwords Smashwords Edition, License Notes Thank you for downloading this free ebook. You are welcome to share it with your friends. This book may be reproduced, copied and distributed for non-commercial purposes, provided the book remains in its complete original form. If you enjoyed this book, please return to Smashwords.com to discover other works by this author. Thank you for your support. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents are either the products of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. The Lycan Wars: The Catalyst Copyright 2012 Janet Mac Donald Warning: contains dubious consent, adult language and explicit sexual content. Must be an Adult to read A special thanks to those that liked this Prequel to this series of short stories and gave me feedback its greatly appreciated. The Lycan Wars: The Catalyst Vic nervously licked his lips as he leaned over the small, motionless form. The girl was more than just pretty, she was breathtaking. Her rich honey blonde hair lay cast about the mattress in a dishevelled mess and her full pouty lips were slightly parted and moist looking. The tiny white nighty she wore barely covered her small breasts and the thinness of the material showed the dark circles dotting each mound. The material rested above her upper thighs just letting her white satin thong peek out, the V shaped area between her legs made him yearn to taste her. Eyeing her tied wrist and ankles he knew he could do what he wanted with her, none of the others would interfere as it was his right. The morsel laying captive on his bed was an enemy; her father Alaric was the Alpha male to the Dickson wolves, a rival pack that they were on the verge of war with. Vic knew she was the Alpha's only child and that she was supposed to be mated with one of the Timber wolves in a month's time to seal a union and territorial sharing arrangement that would see his pack destroyed in a takeover of his lands. This would never happen, not after he mated the girl. She stirred and moaned lightly, the drug from the tranquilizer dart he had shot her with was beginning to wear off. Soon she would be awake and then they would call her father who was at the Gathering in the North. A smile slipped over Vic's lips at how Alaric would react to learning that not only was his Den invaded but the four man guard he had left with his precious child had been easily slaughtered by Vic and his men. The girl had been simple to take down, unlike the male werewolves the females were unable to shift forms, they can hear, see and smell like a wolf but that was the extent of it. She-wolves were extremely rare to begin with; most matings only produced males, one in a few hundred thousand births actually produced females. The children born to a she-wolf and a male of their kind always produced Alpha's; this made the she-wolves extremely valuable. This one would help ensure Vic's pack didn't lose its territory to his enemies in the north. Tracing his fingers lightly over her soft smooth cheek he silently hoped she wouldn't put up too much of a fight. He liked aggressive sex but he didn't know if he could actually force himself on her and he tried to picture it in his mind, the thought didn't arouse him at all. Switching gears, he imagined her complacent and submissive and that had his lips curled in a smile as images of her doing whatever he demanded of her flooded his mind. She stirred again and this time her eyes fluttered open, the clear crystal blue pools were the prettiest he had ever seen and as he stared directly into them it brought his vivid images of her in the throes of ecstasy to a halt. Her large bright eyes went wide as he stared at her. "Hello Mica." he said and the huskiness of his own voice surprised him. "Who are you?" her voice demanded with a sharp hard edge, the fear he thought he saw in her eyes was not reflected in her voice. Vic blinked, she was seemingly unafraid of him, and her more than obvious predicament as she struggled in vain against the silk neck ties he had used to secure her hands and feet to the bedpost. "Untie me!" She snarled at him. "That's not about to happen!" he said staring at her baffled by her tenacity. "This isn't funny...Cassie...Sabrina...I mean it!" the girl yelled out. "I'm sorry to tell you sweetheart but there is no Cassie or Sabrina here" he smirked at her. "Whatever they are paying you for this I will double it...I need to be on a bus so if you don't mind we can skip the whole stripper kidnapper thing ok." Mica told him. "Stripper?" He asked questioningly. The girl looked around the room trying to crane her neck to look out the open door of his bedroom and into the door to his washroom. "OK you guys this isn't funny!" she yelled again. "You have no idea what's going on do you?" he asked her as he cocked his head to one side as he stared at her. "Yeah my besties are giving me a stripper, namely you, as a send off for finally getting a man...yay me!" she said it with such seriousness that he knew she had no clue to the true situation she was in. "Really is that what you think is going on?" he grinned. "Look your hot, hell your sexy as they come and if I was really going to get mat...married I would love to see you take all your clothes off. However I have no intentions on getting hitched to some old guy just cause my Daddy says so, so there is no need to give me a stripper send off!" she said, her voice raising in decibels as she talked. "Well you should at least let me give you something to entertain you with before I let you go." He grinned mischievously. "I really don't have time; I need to catch the bus." She winced a bit. "Whatever you guys used to spike my drink with is giving me a headache." "I didn't spike your drink, I shot you with a dart after I killed all four of your guards." he said as he motioned to the dresser where his rifle lay. Her eyes followed his hand and then went wide again as her nostrils flared. She was scenting the air and no doubt would not only pick up on his scent but the scent of the five other werewolves in the next room. None of which would be familiar to her. "Oh god!" she said this time her voice revealed that now she may have an idea of what was going on. ***~~~*** Mica had been at home getting ready for bed, or at least that is what she had lead Radcliff to believe. He was the one in charge of her well-being when her daddy was away and it was a job he took extremely serious. However she had become used to all his ways over the years and had learned a long time ago how to sneak out past him and his men. Tonight her suitcase lay in a bush near the garage, her bus ticket was in her purse and she was going to be headed south. Far away from any arrangement her father figured would be good for the pack. Jamie Timber was over twice her age and she had no intentions of mating an older man, she had wanted to have a man her own age, one of her own pack so she could be close to all her family and friends were not to some old geezer up north. Being a she-wolf had put a lot of pressure on her father to have her mate with someone of importance and she had no say in the matter or so they thought. Mica was going to run far away from this life to be with whomever she desired not to whom her Alpha father dictated. Now as she lay there tied to a bed, in a strange room looking up at a stranger she felt fear for the first time in her life. When she scented the air she smelled no familiar scents of her best friends whom had said they would send her off with one night she'd never forget. This was so similar to what they had done to Marcy when she got engaged that it was scary. She had naturally assumed they had doped her drink as both girls had been in the house just before she said she was going to bed. The smell of musky heat of several male werewolves drifted around the room but the only one who she could see was the handsome man she had mistaken as a stripper. Her heart began to race faster. It had been an honest mistake given the guy had a body of a workout god and the eyes of a sex demon. The spark of lust behind them she has also mistaken as part of the act. He was easily the most handsome man she had ever laid eyes on. The realization that this wasn't a replay of Marcy's bachelorette night filled her with dread and she stiffened. Now as the smell of cordite mixed with this man's arousal she felt the fear of why she was tied to a bed seep into her and she screamed at the top of her lungs. It was silenced immediately by a large heavy calloused hand and the man's smile turned to a near snarl. "Shh sweetness it's a little early for you to be screaming." he said. "Hey Vic we got the video set up for live feed." a man said from the opened doorway that seemed to lead to a living room. "Good get her father on the phone Mike." he snarled as a man who looked like he could be Vic's brother walked in holding a video camera and was pointing it at her with one hand while his other was holding a cell phone. Mike's eyes traveled over her slowly, deliberately and a bulge began to grow in his pants. Mica felt her face flush red as she lay there spread eagle before both of these men wearing next to nothing and without a means to cover herself. "Be a good girl and don't say a word until I tell you." Vic ordered her as the light on the camera flashed and she knew they were being filmed. "I got his answering machine!" Mike said as he hung the phone up. "I figured as much." Vic replied as he stood up taking his hand from her mouth and she opened it to scream and Mike grinned. "Girl, don't waste your breath we are on a damn houseboat in the middle of the lake!" he said with a chuckle. Mica couldn't help herself she glared at him with the most vile look she could. The glare earned her a grin from both men as they eyed her. "She's going to be a handful." Mike said. "Yeah I know...but at least she's Alpha material." he said as his eyes fixated on her. "What the hell do you want from me?" she demanded, trying to mask any fear in her voice. Outsider male werewolves were more than just dangerous to an unmated female. "Well sweetheart, we want you." Vic told her as he helped Mike position the video camera on a tripod so that it faced the bed. "Mike hook up to the internet, we will record it and send it to his email." "What are you sending to who?" "Your Father needs to bear witness to this." Mike said not looking at her as he made an adjustment to the camera. "To what?" her panic sitting on the very edge threatening to break free, she could hear it starting to seep out into her voice. "What do you think?" Vic said as he stepped closer to the bed. "What do you need my father to see?" she asked again as Vic nodded his head to Mike and he left the room closing the door behind him. "You ask too many question girl." Vic growled as he pulled his T-shirt off over his head. The man's body was riddled with many scars and was deeply tanned, the muscles in his stomach were like a washboard and his chest was broad and thick. Mica swallowed hard as the look in his eyes deepened and it sent a primal signal to her inner beast. Her wolf spirit shuddered in anticipation of what his musky smell told her. He was going to mate her. ***~~~*** The heady scent of her musk filled the air around her as he undid his pants and took them off. He smiled as he stood looking down at her, her eyes looked mortified but her scent told him she was more than ready for this. "Please no." she said and her voice cracked, her tenacity from before no longer evident. "I have too." he told her as he sat beside her on the bed in only his boxer. If the smell of her arousal wasn't in the air around her Vic wasn't sure he could go through with this. His wolf could he knew as it tugged at the very last bits of control he had over it. Gently his fingers crept over her face and he leaned down close sniffing her scent as he did, he could see her nostrils flare as she seemed to breathe in his scent and her eyes fluttered. Vic let his hands trace the curve of her face as his mouth descended to hers and he kissed her. Mica didn't kiss him back she turned her face from him in denial and he forced her face back to his. "Mica it will be better if you just submit to me as your Mate." he told her not wanting to force the issue on her. "I'm not your Mate." she growled at him. "You're going to be whether you're willing or not." he threatened as he tugged her nighty up over her hips with his free hand. Her eyes glared at him as his fingers glided over her baby soft skin and then she gasped as his hand tore the material free. The flimsy fabric didn't stand a chance against his claws grown long with the beasts need to have her. The near painful eruption of his fangs in his mouth caused the girl to stare at him wildly. "Oh my god you're a Feral!" she whimpered it as if she too would be cursed by the word alone. Members of the Feral pack could morph parts of themselves, no other wolf pack could do this and it was this hallmark that told her who he was. "Not hard to tell is it!" he told her. "Your Victor Feral!" her words sounded horrified. Her eyes told him she realized she was in her enemy's hands. Staring at her body as he peeled the remains of her nighty away, his cock throbbed in his boxers, pushing the material outward. "He will kill you for this!" Mica growled, her eyes no longer showing any fear, just a simmering rage that lay smoldering beneath her blue eyes. "He can't kill your Mate." he told her as his fingers traced the small mounds of her breasts and she gasped as her body reacted to his touch. The hard tips looked needy and as he massaged her breast in his hand he could see by the look in her face she was fighting the feeling. Lowering his head to her breast he heard Mica whimper softly. With a slow careful lick his tongue traced the hard nipple on her breast and he felt the tremor run over her. Mica may try to deny him but her body was not going to. Now all he needed was to get her to comply with the Mating. Sucking the tip of her taut nipple into his mouth as he pinched and pulled a little harder on the other one with his fingers Mica let a very soft gasp escape her mouth. Slowly he flicked the responsive tip with his tongue and then trailed his way to the other one to lavish it with the same attention. With how responsive she was to his touch Vic believed Mica would allow him to have her with enough coaxing. He could hear her grind her teeth as a small tremor coursed over her and the rich thick scent of her body's reaction to his touch filled his nose. He was putting her in a heat, her body was making itself ready to be filled with his seed and the smell had him harder than he had ever been before in his life. Abandoning her breast he sat up to watch her face as one of his hands slid toward the silky material of her thong. The need was clearly replacing the caustic look from before in her eyes and as his finger lightly grazed the edge of her thong she groaned lightly, the material was all ready slick and wet with her desire. As he caressed the V shape mound over the top of her underwear, he could feel her hips reluctant movements. He could tell she was trying so hard to resist the caress of his hand. Her clit was becoming defined as it swelled under the material where he made sure to push a little harder every time his fingers passed over it. When they did her bottom lip quivered and it made him want her even more. Hooking his fingers into the small thin band of the thong he gave it a hard jerk and tore it free from her hips. With a soft growl he tossed the torn remnants to the floor. He devoured her with his eyes as she lay there naked, his own desire so strong it was taking everything he had not to drive himself into her. Moving his finger again over the short curls he knew he would enjoy it more if she were to enjoy it too. The heat of her body was radiating from her soft silky wet pussy as he gently pushed a finger into her. Her eyes widened in shock as she moaned. "You're still a virgin?" he said as he felt how tight her body was on just the one finger. She didn't answer him but then she didn't need to as her face turned red. "It will hurt." he stated as his mouth fell to her's and this time her lips kissed him as her hips pushed toward the hand between her legs. ***~~~*** It was something her inner wolf had been waiting for, it needed this for many months now. Every moon her body would start to yearn for something she couldn't fathom, a need so strong it had her father locking her in her room for the week that it lasted. Her need had been hard on the males in her pack too as they could sense her heat. Now as the enemy of her pack pushed his tongue past her lips and stroked her's she moaned into his mouth, this was going to happen tonight and she wasn't afraid of him. She knew that it was insane but she wanted it, wanted him, he smelled so good, so tantalizing that her body was quivering with need. He was an Alpha, only they could force a heat on a female with their musk and now she was going to mate him. As his finger moved a little faster within her she felt like this was all she had ever wanted and knowing at least this male lived in the next county made it easier for her to accept him. Moving her hips to greet Vic's finger inside her a strange warmth began to build in her belly. Then he added a second one and it stung a bit at first but the feeling only lasted a few moments before the warm fires inside her washed away the stinging feeling. The faster he moved the stronger the heat became and it started to radiate outwards over her. As their tongues wrestled together and his thumb dragged over her hard swollen clit she could hear the slippery wet sounds his fingers pounding into her made. "Oh yes." the words slipped from her throat before she could stop them. The electric flash of pleasure raced over her and he rubbed the swollen small nub harder and her hips thrust to get more of the feeling as she began to shake. Her body wanted this and now so did she. The feeling was strangely addictive, she wanted more of it the stronger it got, and as a heady feeling of delight washed over her she began to shudder uncontrollably. Suddenly Vic's mouth was gone from her's and a feeling of a hot wet tongue sliding into her molten core flashed over her. The feeling catapulted Mica to an unfathomable place as a flood washed out over her in the raw electric pulses of her climax. Struggling desperately against her bindings, Mica wanted free, needed to grab a hold of him, touch him, feel his body and to have him. Vic growled low and deep and as his eyes looked up at her they glowed a yellowish brown. His lips were wet with her cream and as his mouth descended back to hers she tasted herself on his tongue as he thrust it into her mouth. The taste added to her growing need for him to have her and she now didn't care about him being Feral. "Please...untie me... I want to touch you." she gasped. "No, not yet." he growled out past his fangs as he sat up and tugged his boxer off. The long thick shaft bounced as he moved between her spread legs, a glistening bead sat at the tip of the head and as he gripped himself in his hand she began to tremble again. "It's too big." she said with panic as she eyed it. Mica didn't think there was any way in hell it would be able to go into the place his finger had just had a hard time penetrating. He looked at her, the hunger in his eyes making her quiver and then he growled low before he descended and she felt the hot flesh of him nudge up against her wet lips. She tensed as he pushed ahead and it stung. "You're too big!" she said again as he moved and it burned suddenly as his hips pushed violently ahead in one hard slam. "Oh god!" she wailed. It didn't feel good, it hurt and tears streamed from her eyes edges. His size stretched her to the limit. "It hurts." she whimpered "Shh Mica, it will be alright." he told her as his eyes looked softly into her own. He just lay on top of her, his body trembling lightly as she felt him filling her entirely. The feeling was strange and her intimate area stung terribly. Vic began kissing her gently as one hand crept over her breast and slowly pinched and pulled on her nipple as she became accustomed to his body having invaded hers. Slowly he pulled his hips back and then moved them ahead again; it burned and stung but not as much as it had when he first entered her. Slowly he continued his retreating out of her and then returned to fill her again. Each movement easing the pain and become increasingly pleasurable until the warmth in her belly began to build again and she knew he was working her towards another climax. The spasms that rolled over her caused her body to clamp down on the thick shaft inside her. It made her feel like she was on fire. Her body felt hot, slick and sweaty as she began to pant. The need to feel him had her pushing her hips to his as he increased the strength of his thrusting movements and she gasped and twitched under him. She felt her world explode in a bright burst of colors as the waves of her climax flowed over her, consuming her body in their delicious flames. Vic's face was resting in the crook of her neck and her wolf nature eyed the smooth flesh of his neck. As she was swept away in the throes of passion her inner-wolf bit him hard claiming him as her Mate. ***~~~*** Vic had felt her teeth bite into his skin it sent a rush of adrenaline coursing over him. As his need to consummate this Mating flooded him he drove into her with near vicious ferocity, her warm tight body encasing him had felt so good and it had taken every last ounce of control not to spill his seed in her before he made her cum. Now she had claimed him and as the pull of his release loomed over him he let his fangs sink into the tender skin of the crook of her neck. He grunted loudly into her flesh as he emptied into her, spilling his seed to bring life to her womb, the bond was now complete. Vic collapsed on top of her, laying there as his now spent cock slipped from Mica's warm body, he was so grateful she had accepted him without a fight. He took a shaky breath and rolled off her laying there letting his heartbeat return to a normal pace in his chest. Closing his eyes for several long moments regretting what he had to do next, it was necessary for her father to know they had consummated a Mating. Mica, he figured, would be mortified that he was sending the proof to her father in a video. But it would be needed before the talks at the Gathering could be completed. Sitting up he moved away from her and stood, his eyes catching their reflection in the mirror on his dresser and he turned to look her over. She was young, maybe all of twenty, breathtakingly beautiful and perfect. His wolf beamed with pride as he eyed her blood smeared thighs, he had been her first and that was an honor. Reaching down to the floor beside the bed he picked up one of the blankets his brother had stripped from it when they brought her here. Mica was looking at him, her eyes unreadable as he gently covered her over and then untied her ankles so she could move them and get the blood flowing again. "Mike!" he yelled out as he slipped his boxers back on before turning his attention to the ties on Mica's wrists. She had tried hard to get free as the raw welts that circled her slender wrists attested to. Free from her binds her arms fell to the bed useless from lack of blood flow and he massaged them. The sound of the door opening drew both their attention to look at Mike, his face looking strained and the smell of his desire wafting into the room. Vic knew his brother had watched from the living room on the computer monitor that was sending the video directly to Alaric Dickson's email as a live feed. "You need to go take a dip in the lake!" Vic growled low to his brother whose eyes were riveted to the bed. "What do you think he will do when he sees it?" Mike asked his voice deep and nearly guttural. "He'll kill you!" the small voice from the bed said and he looked to his mate. "He won't kill your mate, it goes against Pack Laws." Mike said. "He won't have to lift a finger." she said her voice calm and almost menacing sounding. Mike seemed to not understand but Vic did. A bullet would be earmarked for him from a hired gun. Sitting beside his mate on the bed he brushed a lock of hair away from his bite mark on her neck, the fancy design of his packs tribal mark was already beginning to form. She snuggled his hand with her face and the gesture caught him off guard. "Maybe we should wait." he said as he felt a stirring to bed her again. "Vic...Its him." he said as the cell phone rang and he eyed it. "That didn't take long. Pass it to me." he said and took the phone from Mike. Taking a short deep breath he answered it. "Alaric." "No, this is Greg, Beta of the Dickson wolf pack." a low growled out male voice declared. "Where is Alaric?"Vic didn't like the idea of speaking to a lesser status werewolf about this. "He hasn't seen the video. I intercepted it first...you're not going to stop this alliance from taking place Feral" the Beta growled out. Vic felt the rage in him begin to build at having not accomplished what he set out to do. Putting the phone on speaker he then set it down on the night stand. "Why are you intercepting your Alpha's emails?" "Put Mica on the phone.... I need to talk to her." he said. "NO! She's my Bitch and no longer part of your pack." Vic snarled as he stroked her hair and motioned his finger to her lips for her to be silent. "Listen, she may be Mated to you but that doesn't make her yours. She's been promised to another...and he will take her even if she is not pure anymore." "I'm not about to let my Mate go." "Then you're a dead man!"The phone went completely silent as if to emphasize it. Epilogue: Mica crashed to her hands and knees, the side of her face stung from the blow he dealt her. Jamie was raging again and with a snort he reached down and hauled her back to her feet by the hair of her head. "You will do well to listen to me!" he yelled. "Let go of me!" Mica struggled in his grip uselessly. He was twice her size. "You're trying my patience girl. When I tell you to do something you do it...I'm your mate!" he snarled as he pushed her back towards the pile of clothing needing to be washed. "I'm not yours" she snapped back. "Clean this pig sty up or so help me god..." he let the threat hang. Mica knew already what he would do, what he had already done and she tried to stand tall and unafraid in front of her husband, but even she could smell her own fear. Her body still bore the evidence of his violent nature. She knew what he was capable of even though she had only been here two weeks. Jamie was so full of rage at times she had thought he would kill her. Now he was mad because she hadn't cleaned the house, she didn't tell him why, however. That would have him in a blinding fit and then he would drag her to the Angel maker. Jamie hadn't consummated their marriage thus wasn't her mate. He was waiting for her cycle to start to ensure she didn't carry Vic's pup in her womb. But she already knew she did. The sickness had started even before they had attacked the house boat, before they had killed her mate and his brother. As her father and his men dragged her away from the burning wreckage of her home she fought them. It had been in vain because within two days she was married to this monster. Her father all but disowned her after he saw Vic's mark on her neck and now she had no one, only the unborn child that was growing in her belly. But as soon as Jamie learned of it he would have the Angle Maker come and take it away. Tears were beginning to line her eyes and she turned her head from Jamie and began stuffing clothing into the washer. The last thing she wanted was for him to see her cry. His heavy hand grabbed her arm and spun her around to face him. His other hand gripped her face and forced her to look up at him. He was smiling leeringly. "I think it's time we Mated, then you'll do as I tell you" he snarled. The red dot playing across his forehead confused her for a moment as he continued to glare at her, his fingers biting into her cheeks. Then the slight sound of breaking glass was followed by a red crimson shower that splashed over her and part of his head was gone. She stood there as the meaty thud of his body slapped against the stone tile on the floor. A scream sat in her throat unable to escape as the kitchen door exploded inwards. Everything happened so fast as three men dressed all in black came rushing in pointing short barreled rifles at her. "Take Her!" a thick rich voice ordered from one of the men wearing ski masks. The scream reverberated in the room as one of the men pointed his rifle at her; she turned to run just as the sound of a shot being fired filled the house. Something slammed into her back and she took maybe ten more steps before she fell to the floor. Staring foggily up at the three men she felt fear, and as one of them knelt beside her she caught the scent of humans. "Pretty thing isn't she" he said as he swept her hair from her eyes. "Come on, he's waiting for her." said the thick rich voice of what she assumed was the leader. As he lifted her into his arms her world faded into darkness. ### Other books by Janet MacDonald Available on Smashwords. The Lycan Wars: The Catalyst The Lycan Wars: A time for Retribution The Lycan Wars: Transformations The Last Princess of the Dream Dragons A Mouse Trap: Part One A Mouse Trap Part Two The Wolves Of Spirit Mountain: Soul Mates