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  Alpha Werewolf 3

  Abandoned Kitty

  Domination | Pet Play | Size Difference

  Marilynn Fae

  Copyright 2019 Marilynn Fae

  This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental. All characters depicted in sexual acts in this work of fiction are 18 years of age or older. No part in this book may be reproduced, transmitted, stored, or distributed without permission of the author or publisher.

  This steamy short story contains scenes inappropriate for 18-years and below. A cat-girl is experiences her first time with an Alpha Werewolf. It contains domination and submission, pet play, size-difference (large males, petite female), come inflation, and knotting.

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  Melissa doesn't care about propriety now. She's is half shifted, her tall frame growing even taller. She bends over and grabs her cage by the sides and breaks it apart like it's made of paper. It shatters, the fragments falling into her eyes. She closes her eyes and curls her tail around herself again.

  "What're you doing, Melissa?!" Shadow is behind her.

  Melissa ignores him and shrinks back into her form. "Darling, how long have you been in there?" she asks, her voice softer than Anna has ever heard her before. "Come here, darling. You poor thing. Come here."

  She mewls and stumbles into Melissa's open arms, shifting as she unfurls from her little corner and she hears Shadow's sharp intake of breath. He backs away, eyes wide with shock.

  "I didn't know- I didn't know she's-" he starts but Melissa's rumbling purr drowns away whatever else he has to say.

  Anna hides her face in the larger woman's bosom, finding comfort in her warmth. She feels safe here. Her arms and legs ache from being shifted for so long and it is nice to have fingers and toes again.

  "Poor baby. Are you alright? Have you had anything to eat?" Melissa sniffs and must have smelled the can of tuna that has been smeared all over the sides of the cage and on her face where she couldn't really clean herself. It's a little comforting to see her little prison now shattered in pieces all around them. Melissa swears in a foreign tongue that she can never quite catch and then, still carrying Anna like she doesn't weight a thing, turns to Shadow. "Do you have anything in the fridge?"

  Shadow nods. His eyes are locked onto her, wide and glazed over, like he can't believe what he's seeing. Anna clings to Melissa, curling her tail around herself and ears perked back, ashamed of her nudity even though she knows, logically, that she has nothing to be ashamed of. "I'm sorry. I didn't know," he says. "I thought you were just my father's cat."

  "You would know if you had read the letter he wrote for you," Melissa brushes past him. "Come now, Anna. You're too big to be carried like this."

  "Should I change back?" Anna asks. She rather likes being carried, but she's a little afraid that if she's small, she'll be caged again. She doesn't want to change back just yet.

  "No, puppet. I can't very well cook with you here, can I?" Melissa laughs and carries her to the living room. She dumps her unceremoniously in the couch. "Stay. I'll see what I have to work with." And she's off, probably making a feast out of the meager supplies in Shadow's fridge. She curls her tail around her and mouths at the tip grumpily. The couch feels nice. She kind of wants to scratch it up a little bit and she does. She sinks her claws in the edges and picks at the seams a little bit. It used to drive Master crazy when she does this, but he's gotten used to having furniture that's all sliced up and indulges her. Her eyes burn with tears but it's satisfying to see the inside of the couch. She had been staring at the back of the couch for the past several days and it had frustrated her so.

  "Anna?"

  She startles. She had forgotten about Shadow. She is a little bigger now that she's not a kitten, so she can meet his eyes, but he's still very big and imposing and she feels so much like prey. It relaxes her a little bit when she notices that he's not looking at her like he's planning to eat her with a side of fries. She quickly pulls her claws back and stop cutting into his expensive upholstery. "I'm sorry," she mumbles, curling up even more, pulling her knees up to her chest and hugging them tight. Her tail is even fluffier in this form and she can curl it all the way around her, giving her a sense of being hidden and her hair is long enough to cover her breasts. She's still a little bit embarrassed though. He doesn't know her and she doesn't think he's interested in mounting her, so she shouldn't show off her lady bits like this. Master insists on clothes.

  He crinkles his forehead as though Anna was the most confusing thing he has ever come up against. "I'm really sorry, Anna," he says.

  She shrugs and looks back at her tail. Hair is beginning to gather on her tongue. She hasn't been groomed for a while and there's an itchy spot between her ears. Her gaze drops onto his large hands and she drops from the couch onto her hands and feet. She slides up to his legs and lifts her head up until she is butting his knees. "Pet me," she demands. pushing her head into his palm.

  Contents

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  Chapter One: New Master

  Chapter Two: Rage

  Chapter Three: Half-Human

  Chapter Four: Heartbreak

  Chapter Five: Domestic

  Chapter Six: Strangers

  Chapter Seven: Bath

  Chapter Eight: Moving

  Chapter Nine: Knotted

  Chapter Ten: End

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  Chapter One: New Master

  Master Monty dies on a Monday morning. She would have thought that there was something poetic about it if she hadn't broken down completely upon hearing his heart stop, losing her human form and shifting completely into a cat as she stumbled towards him.

  He takes his last breath while taking a nap in their garden, lying under the sun and watching her play among the poppies. She notices the second his heart stops beating and panics. She shifts instead of suffering through the heartache like a normal human being. Fully cat, she doesn't feels as much, doesn't experience the heartache she would have had she been human. She goes to lie by his side and curls up in the nook of his neck with her tail wrapped around her body. He is still a little warm and still smells like life. She nuzzles his neck, where his pulse should have been. She wishes she could follow him. She loves her Master. He feeds her the best fish and hides her from the world because they'll hurt her. She knows that not because he told her so, but because he doesn't try to keep things from her. He shelters her, but he doesn't lie. He tutors her and hires tutors for her when he realizes she is learning faster than he can cope.

  It is selfish of her to think of herself at this time, but she wonders what's going to happen to her now that her Master is no longer here to take care of her. She has grown so used to being taken care of. Maybe she would live the rest of her days out as a cat. She's more cat than human most days and she doesn't really mind much. Everything feels so fickle and pointless when she's in this form and she's inclined to just stay in this form.

  Master Monty had purchased her from an auction for an extravagant amount of money. She thinks he did it not because he wants to keep her, but because he doesn't like the man whom he's bidding against. She remembers the stranger's face, cruel and harsh with a sort of hunger, like he can't wait to touch her. The man bidding aggressively for her was much younger than her Master, who already had a head full of white hair at that time. She doesn't know which Master would be kinder for her. The other man looked a little bit like her. He has the same eyes, yellow with a slit of green and black for pupils. She thinks he would be able to understand her because he is a little bit cat. But Master Monty had looked so much kinder, even then, even though he's a wolf. He brings her home and pets her head when she looks
up at him quizzically. He had taken off her collar at the auction house and hadn't put a new one on her.

  "Are you my new Master?" she asks.

  He nods, sage and a little bit unhappy because he hadn't meant to buy her. He only wanted her away from the other man's hands. "If that's what you want, then yes," he says, and then he explains that he has to keep her hidden, but she's free to roam in his estate. His servants are paid generously to keep their mouths shut and she's free to be human if she wants to be, even with her cat ears and tail. He has a huge estate, a mansion that takes her a week to finish exploring and a maze-like garden surrounding the mansion. A forest surrounds the garden, and it takes half an hour by car to drive from the main gate to the garden, and then another fifteen-minute walk to the front door.

  He treats her like a daughter he's never had. Except he has children. He has several children with their own families who don't talk to him anymore because he refuses to give them money. He had a younger wife, a woman he fell in love with when he was in his seventies. She had no business falling for a man more than twice her age, but loved him nevertheless and he loved her more than he had loved anyone. They have a son together and he seems to be the only one of his children whom he talks about fondly. He never visits too. When his wife died ("Cancer," he had said with a soft, far-away look) his son took off and never looked back. The house reminded him too much of his mother. "Now he's off living his own life," he would say with pride. "Doesn't want to live off his dad's money," he continues, sounding entirely too approving.

  "I'm living off your money, Master," she purrs, curling up at his feet, blinking up at him pathetically.

  "You're different," he huffs. "You're working too. You keep me company," he says and she knows this is true. She doesn't really do anything other than keep him company, but he tells her that when she's eighteen, he'll have a marriage contract arranged for her. There are people who would pay an obscene amount of money to take her as their bride. Half shifters like her are status symbols. Rich men keep them around to make themselves feel important. "I'll sell you, and then I never have to work a day in the rest of my life ever again," he says.

  "You already do that, Master," she tells him with a little frown and he laughs.

  Master doesn't need the money. Even after spending so much to purchase her from the auction house, he has plenty more.

  Maybe he does have someone in mind for her, but she won't be able to find out now. Master Monty dies two days before her birthday and his body is found by the servants that night.

  None of the servants in the sprawling mansion knows what to do with her. Their contracts to keep quiet about her are binding, even in his death. If they talk about her, they risk losing not only their jobs, but everything they've ever earned from Master Monty. So they don't talk about her even when a lawyer shows up with someone from animal control and before she can bolt, the man has a steel wire around her neck and is tossing her expertly into a cage. He locks her inside while she panics and the rest of the employees look on vainly. Several times, she thinks someone is going to speak up and point out that she's not actually a cat and putting her in a cat cage is inhumane, but they pull back before actually doing anything. The lawyer isn't even looking at them. He's looking at her Master's other family members, who have suddenly shown up and appear all-too-gleeful about her Master's death. They're only here for the money.

  "There's none," the man says. "The house is going to Shadow, as is the cat."

  "What?" someone splutters. Anna can't see her from the way she's being carried in the cage, but her voice is high pitched and a little grating. "Why would we care about a cat?"

  "Half of the inheritance is meant for the cat," the lawyer deadpans, sounding like he's dead inside. "That includes this entire estate. Whoever owns her gets the house."

  "How can a cat inherit anything?"

  "I can take care of the cat."

  "Take care of a cat?!"

  People are screaming over each other, each wanting to be heard. She grimaces and wishes the cage could close off sound too.

  "She is bequeathed to Mr. Shadow."

  "He left everything to the little bastard, didn't he?"

  "That fuc-"

  She channels her animal and stops listening. She does, however, start protesting anew when she realizes that she's being taken out of the garden and into a car that smells utterly unfamiliar.

  When she starts trashing about in the cage, someone injects her through an opening at the side of the cage and she fights the lethargy seeping into her bones. She's fighting a losing battle. The drugs spread through her system until she is made her sleep for a long time and when she wakes again, she is in the same cage, but she's no longer in the first car. Instead, she's in the passenger seat in the front of a car and there is a sullen man driving the car, smelling agitated and unhappy.

  She opens her mouth and lets out a plaintive, "Mraawl."

  The man lets out a threatening growl that makes her curl up tighter around herself. She's never met another werewolf who's not her Master before. "Quiet," he growls for good measure and she stops trying to make another noise but makes herself focus on the person driving the vehicle that smells like leather.

  He must be Shadow. Master had showed her pictures of him before and she had always thought that he looked frightening. He is even scarier in person, tanned skin and stern lines on his face, hands clutching the wheel of his car so hard she's surprised it hasn't shattered in his grip.

  "I don't have use for a cat," he says fiercely, low and dangerous, and glances at her. "Why would he give me a cat?" he grumbles under his breath.

  For a second, she is terrified that he would open the window and just throw her out. She tries to make herself even smaller, but fear makes her fur puff out and she bares her fangs at him.

  He seems to deflate a little at the sight of her and he lets out a sigh, the fight going out of him in increments. "I'm sorry, love. I'm sure you're lovely," he says and she preens a little bit because she is really very lovely. Master makes sure to groom her every other day. Didn't even know the old man had a cat," he says. "Apparently you're important," he says. "Old man left half his estate to you," he continues and the words don't really mean much to her except tell her that he can't just throw her away easily now. Estate means money and people don't throw money. Her body shakes and her brain starts taking note on how it would be safer for her if he doesn't know she's a half shift. If nobody told him, does that mean Master didn't want him to know?

  But Master left her with Shadow, so he must have trusted him.

  As he continues driving, she realizes that it doesn't matter whether he knows or not if he's not going to let her out of the cage. She can't shift in a place like this. If the cage is made of metal and steel, then she could die trying to shift into her full human form. Maybe he'll do it when he gets home. People don't generally keep their cats in cages, right? She's a very pretty cat, fluffy white fur and she's very well behaved. She'll do tricks too, when the mood strikes her. Master likes to hold her when she's in this form and pet her hair until she's all soft and pliant. And then Master would snip her nails so she doesn't scratch up all his expensive furniture. She misses Master.

  "What's gotten you all upset?" the man asks suddenly, his attention fully focused on her. As if she had spoken or moved, neither of which she had.

  There's a small pause as she opens her mouth without any real idea of what to saw. Then, she lets out another plaintive, "Mreowl."

  "I don't know what I expected," he sighs. "Come on, then. I'm not moving into the old man's estate, so you better get used to my house."

  She curls up tightly and whines when she feels her cage being lifted up. Master never puts her in a cage. It's big enough that she can curl around and stare at the back of the cage instead. She wants to see where she's going, though. It's pointless. She can't see much and trying to look out is only making the cage shake. She's getting kind of dizzy.

  "If you throw up, I'm going
to hose you down." His voice fills the silence, callous and cruel as though he's reporting on the weather. She doesn't want to get hose down. They used to do it to her back in her first home and it's terrible. It leaves her shivering cold and she can never get herself fully dry because she can't reach her head with her paws.

  She hears the sound of the doors whirling shut and then she's being lowered into a corner. It smells like food in here and she can sort of see the dining table and chairs. Master had liked antiques, things that are older than him and furniture that looked and smelled like history. Pine and hardwood and expensive things from all over the world. It's homey.

  Her new Master's home is metal and glass, expensive in different ways. She sees extravagant glass decoration on the surface of the table and giant coffee machines and knows in her mind that he's not going to let her out here. He won't risk his expensive new things. She is already thinking of the pretty noises they'll make when she pushes them off the counter.

  She wonders if he's going to feed her. How is he going to feed her if he doesn't let her out. He has to, right? At some point or the other? She'll behave. She's a good kitty.

  He turns the light on and then she hears the sound of plastic rustling, and then a few seconds later, a can is opened. The scent of tuna fills the air.

  Her stomach grumbles.

  "Cats eat tuna, right?" he murmurs, squatting down in front of the entrance to her cage. She thinks of running. Maybe- maybe she can get back to her Master. She doesn't want them to bury him without her. He'll be lonely. Master Monty spends all his time with her, petting her and grooming her fur and watching silly shows with her.

  When he gets the door open, she is frozen in place because he bends down and she sees his face clearly for the first time and he looks so much like Master Monty when he's not glaring at everything that her breath hitches and she forgets to run. He's like Master Monty, but younger and healthier and looking like he's in his prime. He's so handsome, so much like Master Monty. She lets out a broken-hearted mrawl and he pushes the can in front of her and before she can think of moving, he locks the door to the cage and walks away.