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Bret:
Kasper was the third and final pup to be born to Calvin Miller and his papa, members of a group of wandering werewolves known as the Maurlin's. Viewed as thieving, dishonest scavengers, his pack of origin was considered to be the least honorable pack in the entire Lycander nation.
Though his Omega papa had always loved him completely, Kasper's Alpha father had barely taken an interest in him due to the fact that he had been born an Omega runt and had two older Alpha brothers in his den. This kept his father preoccupied with training his two Alpha pups to fight and forage for food.
A hopeless alcoholic, Kasper's father had been killed when one night he drunkinly challenged a stronger werewolf from another pack to a fight over a spilled drink. When the other werewolf had slayed his father, Kasper had only been five years old, while his twin Alpha brothers, Billy and Bret, had been eight.
Being his Omega papa was still considered to be young and fertile and thus able to be reclaimed, he was taken by another older Alpha from a different pack. Not wanting to be responsible for the dead Alpha's pups, the new Alpha rejected Kasper and his brothers, leaving them to be given away as orphans to different packs. Though his two Alpha brothers had been able to be adopted together, Kasper had been sent to a new pack alone.
Eleven years later...
Lying on his side in bed, Kasper faced the opposite way from his mate, Brand, when he heard the first sound of the morning birds singing outside their cabin. Awakening slowly, the Omega fought earnestly as he attempted to emerge from his deep slumber, eager to start the new day.
As the young werewolf began to open his eyes he suddenly felt one of his master's large, warm hands glide over the length of his naked torso before quickly moving down in between his legs. Gasping quietly, Kasper felt a jolt of excitement run through his entire body as his strong, handsome Alpha began playing with the head of his mini dick, instantly getting it hard and wet.
Bringing his hand up to his mouth to wet his fingers with his spit, Brand quickly returned it back down to his mate's penis, rubbing it vigorously until he felt his juices begin to flow out as it got harder. Doing everything he could to get his young Omega's hole wet, the muscular, naked Alpha couldn't wait to slide his erect meat inside Kasper's waiting orifice.
Overcome with excitement, Kasper rolled over to face his master, immediately opening his mouth to invite Brand's tongue inside as the Alpha began to aggressively paw at the Omega's young naked body.
Feeling Brand's hand on the top of his head, Kasper immediately understood where his master wanted him to put his mouth. Moving down between his legs, the young Omega willingly took his mate's member in between his lips.
Parting his lips as far as he could, the diminutive werewolf took his master's spurting cock in his mouth, sucking on it generously as the Alpha moved his pelvis back and forth towards the Omega's face.
Feeling Kasper's lips closed tightly around his canine penis, it didn't take long for Brand to become fully engorged. Ready for more, the strong, young, Alpha pulled himself out of his mate's mouth before rolling him onto his back.
Quietly anticipating his master's cock Kasper opened his legs. Seeing his mate's hole glistening with his juices, the Alpha immediately entered his mate.
Laying down on top of him, Brand pumped his member deep inside Kasper's hole, snarling excitedly as he knotted him. Inspired by the feeling of being inside of him, the Alpha playfully licked and bit his Omega's neck. Kasper growled with pleasure as he wrapped his arms and legs around his master's firm body, holding him as tightly as he could against himself.
Arching his back up, with one last thrust, Brand came. "Fuck...yeah!" He groaned.
Pulling his knot from his Omega's body after he had emptied the contents of his sack, Brand wet his fingers with his spit. Sitting up on his knees, he reached down between Kasper's legs, grasping tightly at his mini canine shaft.
Kasper's body writhed and jerked with pleasure as Brand proceeded to jack his mate's dick with his fingers. Brand watched with delight as Kasper gasped and moaned while he tirelessly worked to draw him closer to climax.
Suddenly without warning, the young Omega forcefully shot his wad into the air. Watching as his cream forcefully exited his body, he immediately saw it splatter all over his master's face.
Seeing the shocked expression on Brand's face, Kasper prepared himself for his master to be angry. Suddenly, all of Kasper's worries dissolved when he saw the Alpha began to laugh hysterically, tickled by the incident while his mate's ejaculate dripped down from his forehead and cheeks.
Seeing the broad smile on Kasper's face, Brand bent down over him, playfully wiping his wet face all over his mate's as the Omega giggled with delight.
After their morning love making, Brand spooned Kasper, massaging his stomach as he thought about the small Lycander being growing inside of him.
"I want to name him Frank. After my grandfather. What do you think?" Said Brand.
Kasper was genuinely surprised. When it came to decisions regarding their pup, he hadn't expected his Alpha master to ask for his opinion. In Kasper's mind, he was simply the vessel that carried the cargo. Brand was the captain in charge of navigating its path.
"I like it. I think it's good, sir." Said Kasper.
Turning Kasper's face towards his own with his hand, Brand kissed his mate, deeply. Interrupted by the sound of a ruckus coming from outside their cabin, both Brand and Kasper sat up straight, alarmed by the commotion.
Jumping out of bed without any clothes on, Brand quickly put on a pair of worn jeans to go outside and investigate.
"Stay here." Said Brand to Kasper, firmly.
Nodding his head, Kasper watched as his master ran out their front door, shirtless and barefoot. Waiting for just a few seconds, the young Omega put on a long t-shirt before stepping outside the cabin.
Scanning over the public square of the camp, Kasper saw two Alpha guards forcefully dragging a large, naked, young male by his arms; he was hog tied. Seeing the male struggling, Kasper winced when he saw one of the werewolf guards hit him across his back with an electric baton, shocking him into submission.
Looking between his legs, Kasper immediately noticed the stranger was an Alpha. Seeing the blond werewolf collared with his muscular body covered in claw marks and dirt, the Omega immediately knew he had been in a scuffle with the Alpha's that secured the camp's perimeter.
Joining his father and a few other high level Alpha's as they crowded around the stranger, Brand watched as the guards threw the bound Alpha to the ground, just before his father began interrogating the foriegn werewolf.
"Who's your pack, boy?" Asked Joachim.
Snarling loudly, the young Alpha spit blood onto the pack leader's boot.
Angered by the werewolf's gesture, Joachim punched the Alpha in the face, bruising his eye. "I ain't gonna ask you again, boy!"
Lifting his head up, the young, blond Alpha responded. "Was with the Brewer's awhile back. Been lone for about nine months now."
A lone wolf lived a solitary lifestyle as a wanderer, surviving off of his wits and skills as a thief and a warrior.
"Lone?" Said Jed, Joachim's second in charge. "You can't be more than twenty years old, son. How the fuck did a clueless pup like you survive for more than a week on his own?"
With a sly grin, the Alpha responded. "I'm nineteen. Got by on my charm and good looks, I guess. Too bad you have neither, old mutt."
Irritated by the young Alpha's smart ass attitude, Joachim punched the werewolf again, this time making his nose bleed. "Take this dog to the brig. Let him sit in the dirt while I figure out what to do with him."
Seeing the Alpha guards haul the young werewolf to the jail, Kasper stood outside he and Brand's cabin, watching the whole incident go down. As the guards carried the hog tied werewolf past his cabin, the young Omega immediately noticed a gold necklace hanging around the werewolf's neck; there was an eagle etched into the pendant hanging on the chain.
Seeing Kasper looking in his direction, the Alpha prisoner blew a kiss at the young Omega as he was passing by. Spotting the Alpha prisoner's gesture, Brand became jealous, immediately grabbing Kasper by his arm and shoving him inside the cabin as the young Omega protested.
Rejoining the group of Alphas, Brand couldn't help but notice the annoyed look on his father's face after he watched him struggle to handle his mate.
Back inside the cabin, Kasper immediately ran to find a storage box he kept hidden under his bed. Pulling the box out, he quickly opened it as he proceeded to rummage through the contents inside. Finding what he was looking for, Kasper pulled out an old pendant on a gold chain that his father had given to him after he'd been born. Holding the pendant in his hand, he carefully studied the eagle that had been etched into it. It was the exact same eagle that he had seen hanging around the Alpha prisoner's neck.
The next day, stepping through the door of the Omega's work cabin, Kasper approached Lane, the elder in charge. "Hi Lane!"
Lane smiled. "Hey Kasper! We miss you living at the Omega cabin. How's mated life? Also, how are you feeling?"
After bringing the elder Omega up to speed with everything going on with him, Kasper asked a question. "I was wondering if I could take lunch to the prisoner today?"
Surprised by his question, Lane responded. "Ahh, I don't know, Kas. You've only been pregnant for a few weeks. Are you sure you want to get that close to a wild, lone Alpha?"
Kasper nodded. "I'll be okay. I swear."
Lane smiled. Remembering how curious the young Omega could be, he caved. "Alright. But just drop off the meal and leave. I'll go back for the tray later this afternoon."
Hugging the elder Omega, Kasper grabbed the tray of food and headed for the brig.
Walking past the guard patrolling the hallway outside the prisoner's cell, Kasper slowly yet steadily approached the incarcerated Alpha with a tray of food.
Seeing the tall, muscular, Alpha with shoulder length blond hair sitting on the ground in a pair of ripped jeans with a collar wrapped around his neck, Kasper immediately noticed the bruises and burn marks that covered his face and bare torso; injuries he'd sustained from being beaten with electric batons by the guards.
Seeing the attractive, young Omega walk up to his cell to deliver his food, the young Alpha couldn't resist making a comment. "Heard the Alpha's in this camp were supposed to be brutal. They didn't say anything about the Omegas lookin so ruttable."
"HEY! Watch the language!" Barked the Alpha guard from the hallway. "That's the mate of the leader's son you're talking to!"
The Alpha prisoner put up his hands in surrender. "My bad. Grub delivery by pack royalty, huh? Fancy place."
Looking into the face of the Alpha, Kasper immediately recognized the pale gray eyes of his father. "If I may ask, sir, are you the son of Calvin Miller of the Maurlin pack?"
Just as he was beginning to eat, the Alpha prisoner suddenly gazed intently at the Omega. "How the fuck did you know that?"
"I'm his son too." Said Kasper, timidly. Pulling the eagle pendant out of the pocket of his jean shorts, the young Omega held it up for the prisoner to see.
Shocked, the incarcerated Alpha moved closer to the bars. "You're not...you can't be...Kassy?"
Kasper nodded as he smiled at his brother. "I'm sorry...I can't tell if you're Bret or Billy."
Reaching through the bars, the Alpha placed his hand on his brother's face to caress his cheek. "I-It's Bret! I'm your brother, Bret!"
Kasper's eyes began to tear up when he felt his big brother's hand touch his face. Staring at each other in joyous disbelief, the two siblings shared an intimate moment as Kasper put his hand on his brother's hand.
"Are you alright?" Asked Kasper.
Shaking off his pain, Bret smiled. "Don't worry bout me, kid. These dogs hit like humans. You been here with the Nachtmahrs all this time?"
"I got moved around a lot after father died and papa got reclaimed. I finally ended up here when I was ten. Been here ever since. What about you and Billy?" Said Kasper.
Bret exhaled heavily. "We ended up with some old Alpha in the Logan camp. He was a decent dude, taught us a shit load about fighting and living off the land. Billy and I were sixteen when he died. At the time, the Brewers needed Alpha warriors, so we enlisted. Helped them secure their camp in exchange for food and shelter."
"Where's Billy now?" Asked Kasper.
Bret's facial expression became sullen. "You heard about the turf war that started between the Brewers and the Ragans a couple years ago, right?"
Kasper nodded, "Yeah."
"Billy and I fought in that battle. He didn't survive it." Said Bret.
Kasper stared at the ground, thinking about his brother as tears began to roll down his face.
"Hey, don't you cry for Billy, ya hear me? He was a brave fighter...he died an honorable death." Said the Alpha, solemnly.
Kasper nodded as he wiped the tears from his eyes. "Yes sir. Bret...you ever hear anything about papa?"
Bret paused before he responded. "I heard somethin a few years back. Guess papa got knocked up right away after that asshole Alpha claimed him. I was told he died givin birth to our half brother. I guess the pup died too."
Kasper went numb. For many years he'd often wondered about what happened to his family. Now that he had learned the truth, he couldn't help but wish that he didn't know.
"Hey...don't be sad, Kassy. You still got me." Said Bret, smiling faintly.
Reaching his arms out through the bars of his jail cell, Bret took his little brother's hands in his own. Feeling his brother's strong, rough hands over his own, Kasper affectionately pressed them up against his forehead.
Later that evening, Kasper was preparing dinner for Brand and himself when he was startled by the sound of the cabin door as it swung open with a loud bang.
Looking angry as he entered the room, Brand cornered his mate. "Why the fuck were you at the brig today, huh?!"
Kasper swallowed hard. "I-I just needed to confirm tha-"
"TO CONFIRM WHAT?! That you got a hard on for that wild dog or somethin?! Rory, the guard at the brig told Joachim that the filthy beast was touching you. Is that true?!" Snarled Brand.
Kasper responded nervously, "It's not what you think, si-"
"WELL WHAT IS IT THEN?!" Yelled the Alpha.
"He's my brother, sir." Said Kasper, quietly.
Suddenly, the Alpha felt his anger slowly dissipate as he let his mate's words sink in. "Your brother? How do you know?"
Showing the pendant to his master, Kasper placed it in between Brand's fingers. Carefully examining the necklace, the Alpha immediately recognized that it matched the one that the incarcerated Alpha wore around his neck.
"Shit Kas." Said Brand, quietly.
"Sir...what are they gonna do to him?" Asked Kasper.
Sitting down on a chair, Brand took Kasper by the hand, pulling him over to sit on his lap as he wrapped his arms around his waist. "Somehow, your brother broke into the Alpha meeting hall in the middle of the night and stole a whole bag of gold pieces from Joachim's safe. We don't know how he did it because he won't talk to us. He almost got away with them, until one of my squad guys spotted him at the edge of the border of the encampment."
"Will they keep him in the brig for a few months for stealing? That's usually what happens right?" Said Kasper with a hint of desperation in his voice.
Brand's expression was serious. "Joachim doesn't look kindly on thieves, Kas. Especially ones from outside the pack."
Feeling his lip tremble, Kasper pleaded with his master. "Please sir...please try and help him. He's the only family I have left."
"Baby, there's nothing I can do. Joachim's already made up his mind. He said he won't be lenient with a thief. Especially a foreign one." Said Brand, softly.
Kasper put his head down on his master's shoulder as he began to sob quietly. Brand hugged his mate tightly, trying to do his best to calm him.
The next day, Kasper went back to the brig to bring food that he had prepared to his brother. The young Omega watched with pleasure as Bret proceeded to scarf down the meat that he had made just for him.
"Damn, Kassy! This venison is the best I've ever tasted! Where did ya learn to season meat like this?" Asked Bret.
Kasper shrugged his shoulders. "Just here and there, I suppose. I'm glad you like it, sir."
Bret looked sternly at his little brother, while wiping his mouth with a piece of cloth. "Bout that "sir" shit. I ain't one for those stupid pack rules. You can call your master sir, but I'm your brother. So call me Bret, okay?"
Kasper smiled, brightly. "You got it...Bret."
After licking his fingers clean, Bret smiled at Kasper. "Ya know, this venison ain't the only thing I can smell. How knocked up are you?"
Kasper instinctually put his hands on his stomach. "Almost four weeks."
"Your master, he good to you?" Asked Bret
Kasper nodded. "Yeah. Actually, he's pretty great."
Bret nodded and smiled. "Look uh...I hear your leader's a hard ass. I know he's pissed about the gold I took. And I'm pretty sure these assholes plan to take me for a walk in the woods to tear me up, so I just want you to know...I love you, Kassy. I'm glad I got to see you again."
Feeling tears well up in his eyes, Kasper reached between the bars for his brother's hand. "Bret...I'm gonna figure out a way to free you. Okay?"
Quietly nodding his head, Bret reached through the bars of his cell to gently pull Kasper closer to him. Resting his face against the cold, metal bars, the young Omega refused to be sad as he felt his brother's lips gently kiss his cheek.
Later that day, having sneaked into the Alpha meeting hall to steal a law scroll, Kasper sat at the table of his cabin desperately searching for a way to spring his brother from jail.
Coming across an old ordinance in the scroll that allowed a family member to save a Lycander from a criminal sentence if he agreed to be responsible for his actions by sponsoring him for a certain amount of time, Kasper was elated as he read through the document. Suddenly, the young Omega was confident that he had found a loophole that would save his brother's life.
The next morning a group of higher level Alpha's, including council members, the magistrate and Brand's security squad, all gathered at the edge of the encampment to carry out Bret's sentence.
Stripping him naked, three of Joachim's Alpha henchwolves bound the young werewolf's hands behind him as they secured his neck collar, disabling his ability to morph into his beast form.
Standing proudly, the young Alpha stared coldly into the magistrate's eyes as the upper level Alpha judge recited his offenses back to him.
"For the crimes of unlawfully invading a foreign encampment, theft, and assault on a camp security squad member, we the Alpha members of the Nachtmahr community sentence you to a walk and dismemberment."
As the magistrate stepped aside, Joachim approached the young Alpha. "Any last words, kid?"
Bret looked directly in the Alpha leader's eyes. "Yeah. Your breath smells like shit."
Joachim chuckled. "Too bad it has to end this way for you, kid. You're a tough son of a bitch. I think you woulda been quite useful. Alright wolves, take em out!"
Standing on the sidelines, Brand watched as three of Joachim's Alpha henchwolves approached Bret. Attaching a leash to his collar one of the werewolves yanked the young Alpha forward while the other two followed behind them.
Interrupted by the sound of loud howling, the entire group of Alphas turned to see Kasper as he quickly ran towards them. Joachim immediately noticed the scroll that the young werewolf was carrying tucked under his arm.
Running directly up to the magistrate, Kasper fell to his knees. "Magistrate sir! Please don't allow this to happen! I know a way to lawfully keep this prisoner from being executed!"
Angered by the Omega's blatant disrespect for authority, Joachim grabbed Kasper tightly by the arm, yanking him to his feet. "What the hell do you think you're doin, boy! You ain't supposed to be here and you're not supposed to have that!" Joachim snarled as he yanked the scroll out from underneath Kasper's arm.
Defiant, the young Omega stood up to the pack leader. "Sir, the scrolls say that when a first offense is committed against the community, the accused can be pardoned from a death sentence if a family member sponsors him. Your prisoner is my brother, and I'd like to be his sponsor!"
Kasper listened helplessly as most of the Alphas laughed at his earnest attempt to save Bret's life. After the laughter had subsided, Kasper looked up to see the magistrate approaching him.
"The laws of which you speak can only be practiced by an Alpha. Being you are a mere Omega, you are a ward of the camp. You only possess the limited rights granted to you through the authority of the Alphas that govern you. Therefore you are unable to sponsor this Lycander."
"Maybe not, but I can."
Kasper turned to see Brand walk up behind him. Putting his hands on Kasper's shoulders, the Alpha addressed the magistrate.
"Kasper's my mate. And this prisoner is his brother. By my understanding of pack law, that makes him my brother too, correct?" Asked Brand.
Quietly, the magistrate nodded his head. "It does. Are you sure you want to sponsor this werewolf, Brand? You will be completely responsible if he commits any other offenses during his probation." Said the magistrate.
"I'll sponsor him, magistrate." Said Brand. "Also, I brought the scroll back to my cabin to do research. That's how Kasper got a hold of it."
Though the magistrate suspected Brand was lying about the scroll, he decided to let the issue of the small theft go. "Release the prisoner to his brother, but leave the collar intact. He will continue to wear it for the six months of his probationary sentence."
Seeing the henchwolves untie his brother's hands, Kasper sprinted to Bret's side. Bret crouched down on his haunches as he excitedly took Kasper into his embrace, hugging him for the first time in eleven years.
Seeing his son standing alone, Joachim smugly approached Brand. "I told you, boy. That little bitch will run you if you give him the chance."
Glancing over at his father, Brand responded. "You know something Joachim, not only is Kasper my mate, but he's gonna be a papa to your grandpup. I suggest you try harder to be more respectful when you refer to him in front of me."
Just as the young Alpha was about to walk away, Joachim grabbed his bicep, firmly. "Don't you forget who I am, boy! As well as what I'm capable of."
Brand yanked his arm out of his father's grasp as he headed over to meet his new brother-in-law.
A couple nights later, Brand stepped quietly into his cabin. Having finished a late night shift patrolling the border of the encampment, he was exhausted. At that late hour, the only two things he had on his mind were washing up and going to sleep.
Looking over his shoulder, Brand noticed Bret stretched out on his couch. Seeing the tall, muscular, young Alpha wrapped up in a blanket, he immediately noticed the loud sound of his snoring as he spotted drool hanging off the side of his mouth.
"This is gonna be a long six months." Said the Alpha, shaking his head with a smirk.
Turning away from his brother-in-law, Brand removed his shirt as he headed for his room, anxious to crawl into bed next to his handsome, naked mate.
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