Summary: Having been considered the ‘baby’ of the pack, Colby wanted nothing more than to prove himself. But what happens when he gets caught up in a mess that might just make things much worse for him and his pack?

Warnings: Anal, D/s, HJ, Oral, M/M, WIP

Note: Some may recognize this story from AFF. I decided to post this here as well, and this chapter and the ones to come, will be the very small edited chapters. I made VERY small edits here, and I know it needs more. Slowly, I will fix what I can, I promise.

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The Pack’s Baby

Chapter One: Introductions

All he felt was warmth as he laid surrounded by the comforting bodies that were twice his size; all skin and clothes snuggled against every inch of him, enveloping him to the whole. To him, this was perfect; relaxing. That was until his stomach growled, signaling his time to get up and eat, or else he’d surely wake the others with his loud growling stomach. Which wouldn’t have been very pretty or nice to have caused.

Lightly scooting from the two large bodies that laid on either side of him, he slowly got up from the chest he was also lying on, getting to his feet and tiptoeing away from the pile of bodies that twitched and moved closer to one another; missing his small warmth.

Bare feet padded quietly on top of the beige carpeted floor as he made his way out of the livingroom and into his ideal destination: the kitchen. Once arriving in the spacious but messy room, he went toward the refrigerator door, opening and pulling out a clear container. On the lid, written messily in a black sharpie, read: Colby; and inside was his breakfast.

Colby’s mouth watered as he lifted the lid off, his eyes taking in the slab of thick red meat and causing another growl to emit from his stomach as he anticipated swallowing such a magnificent chunk of food. Grasping the meat in both hands, Colby hurriedly pushed the bloodied slab to his mouth, taking one large bite after the other. It tasted delicious.

It was finished within moments. As Colby stood there by the counter, licking his bloody fingers and paying little mind to the blood that covered his chin, dripping down onto his white tee; a low chuckle was then heard from the doorway of the kitchen, startling Colby for a moment.

Without turning, Colby used his sense of smell to pinpoint who was standing there, and beamed when he realized whom it was. “Did I wake you, Alpha?”

The Alpha chuckled again. “Not really. I was already sleeping too late as it was. I thank the convenient little alarm clock you made this morning. I have much to do.”

Colby nodded, turning around so that he faced his Alpha. Once he was fully turned, he made sure to bow his head in respect and submission before raising his eyes toward the man that leant against the door frame.

The Alpha was the pack’s leader, someone who watched and controlled the others as the dominant figure he was. He made all the final decisions. He made sure all were well and protected, comfortable and at peace. He was a listener when need be, the father figure the other pack members lacked of, and the loyal friend they needed. He was top, and nothing could or would change that.

Colby admired his Alpha. He wanted to be just like the man when he was older; strong, intelligent, selfless, and most of all, caring.

Although the Alpha wasn’t too strict on the usual formalities in a pack, he did stress that the others were not allowed to call the Alpha by his name, Roden Alleck. It was a name that only other Alpha’s were allowed to speak aloud, and Roden wanted to keep it as thus. Colby never really understood why, and once when he was a mere nine-year-old pup, he had asked, and Roden’s exact words were, “I cherish the word ‘Alpha’ when it comes from my families’ mouths”; and so the other pack members had adhered by calling him what he so desired. Colby couldn’t and wouldn’t be able to ever utter a name other than ‘Alpha’, because to him that was his rightful name.

Roden was a tall, broad-shouldered man of only twenty-four-years in appearance, though Colby knew he was much, much older. His hair was always placed in a low pony tail, keeping the long silky raven locks out of his handsomely tanned face. Deep brown eyes were always held carefully collected so that no one would ever be able to read them; only his pack was able to know the minute emotions they may hold at times, and even that occurred seldom.

Colby was what one might call the opposite of not only his Alpha, but also every single one of his pack. He was what other pack’s had referred to as, ‘the runt’, or at times even, ‘the puppy’. Colby was used to being singled out due to his odd stature, being only 5'6, to which every 6 foot something wolf in every pack towered over. Even the females — though there were very few — were at least nearly three or so inches taller than the small Colby. And what didn’t help was that he could eat all day, work out constantly, and still he’d stay petite in frame, only adorning some muscles that helped make his body look more lean and lithe than bulky and masculine.

Colby also was the only werewolf that had a face that seemed not only innocent, but angelic. His ivory skin brightened the blue in his eyes, causing them to look wide and doe-like. Blond hair laid messily in lengths about his face and neck, giving off an appearance of a small child than of a seventeen-year-old; soon to be eighteen within a week’s time.

But by no means was Colby that young looking. Most would think the little runt was at least fourteen or fifteen, but there were a few on occasion that mistook the boy for twelve; which always angered Colby whenever it did happen.

Bringing his attention back toward the Alpha, Colby asked, “Would you like some breakfast?” As soon as the Alpha nodded his head, Colby went back toward the refrigerator, pulling out the labeled food that read, ‘Alpha’.

It was something that Colby had thought of years ago when he figured that the fighting over ‘first come, first serve’ had occasionally caused not only an angry, irritable and scary werewolf amongst them, but also a very starved Colby; since he was always the last to get his share, being the smaller of them all. So now they each got a share of food in individual containers and were always in charge of making sure they bought their own food whenever it was empty. It was a process that brought both responsibility and order amongst the pack.

Opening the lid for his Alpha, Colby walked toward the large wooden table that sat in the middle of the room, setting the container down and pulling out a chair for his Alpha.

Colby could see amusement in the Alpha’s eyes as he sat down, reaching in his pocket and fishing out a white cloth in one hand, and grasping Colby’s neck gently in the other. Colby stood still, watching as his Alpha spit on the cloth and lightly rubbed Colby’s bloody chin, cleaning up the mess he made from breakfast.

“Such a messy boy,” the Alpha commented, brown eyes warming as he finished cleaning Colby to where not a single drop of blood was present. He then turned toward his own breakfast, slowly and cleanly eating the slab of meat as if he were royalty.

Colby admired his Alpha even more; wishing that he could control his animalistic tendencies to practically inhale his food in a matter of seconds, and always causing a mess all over himself.

It was at the moment that Colby was standing idly by his Alpha, quietly enjoying watching his Alpha eat, when the other pack members began to make their way through the kitchen doorway, all set on eating since they smelt the bloodied meat the Alpha was eating.

Colby turned his attention to the others, studying his family with both humor and mild irritation.

The first to reach his eyes was Alexander Simon; Alex for short. He was the pack’s beta, second in command to the Alpha. A beta was someone that helped protect not only the pack, but also the Alpha. Alex was someone that always stayed alert during hunts, making sure there was no signs of trouble, or whether there was any animal they could capture. He was also someone that Colby couldn’t help but feel irritation toward lately. Alex was now mated and married to Nadine Simon, whom he spent all his time with lately.

Alex was only twenty years of age; tall and built even thicker in muscles then the Alpha. His short buzzed head helped his calculating grey orbs to see any danger that may be near by, something long hair could render and become bothersome at times.

Alex was someone that Colby used to be very close to before Nadine came into the picture, and now that the read-headed female was pregnant, Colby rarely, if not ever saw the beta at all now.

Alex ignored Colby’s irritated glare as he ruffled the small boy’s blond hair, laughing aloud when the boy growled and nipped at the hand that had just touched his hair. Colby watched as the muscular beta retrieved both his and his wife’s breakfast, pulling a chair out for Nadine to sit before he sat down as well after they both pecked lips and rubbed cheeks in affection.

Colby glared harder.

Nadine was only nineteen-years old, merely a little over a year older than Colby. She had originally been part of his parents pack, before Alex came into the picture. Now the girl who was taller than Colby by three and a half inches was living in their home, intruding upon the pack that were not familiar toward her. Colby could not, and would not feel comfortable around someone that was a stranger in the home he always knew of. She didn’t belong there amongst his pack, and he wished the others felt the same.

Nadine, despite Colby’s annoyance toward her, was actually a very nice girl — or woman, since she was now married and with child — she always spoke politely and never once spoke out against Colby’s brush offs toward her. She was very slender, though now, at five months in her pregnancy, she was not as slender as before. She had long, red hair that reached the middle of her back, emerald green eyes on a pale and freckled face. Her smile was always bright, and her mood always the same; happy. Colby never understood how the girl never had a bad day, but he supposed that she was just fake and that made his irritation for the girl grow.

The next member of the pack was someone that decided to flick Colby’s ear in warning for his heated glare toward the pair of lovebirds. It was Darren Light, twenty four years of age, and nearly as old as the Alpha himself. He was what Colby felt was the instructor of peace. His knowledge and wise attitude from living such a long time gave him a sense of grand-fatherly attributes. He’d scold when one wasn’t behaving as a proper young man. He’d sit and tell stories of his times from long ago, sitting in the rocking chair and not caring when the others would blanch and grimace when he talked for hours on end about the war and other topics that Colby had heard a thousand times.

Although he acted like a grandfather, he in no way looked like one; standing just a little under both Alpha and beta’s heights, and muscles that resembled that of an athletic sports player, he was what any person would call handsome. His auburn locks were cut finely and short, neatly piled atop his head. A strong jaw that always had fuzz from his neat but very short beard that covered his jaw and chin.

Both he and the Alpha always wore either expensive suits, or nicely buttoned up shirts and jeans that were the most expensive one could imagine.

“Stop that glaring young one,” Darren scolded, flicking Colby’s ear a second time when the boy growled again. “And make sure you throw that shirt in the wash before it stains. Again.”

“Yes grandpa,” Colby said, smiling when the other glared. Colby knew that Darren hated being called ‘grandpa’, and he hardly ever said that unless Darren deserved it. Seeing how Colby’s ear still hurt from being flicked, he knew Darren did deserve it today.

As all four now sat at the table, Colby decided that it was time he should get the bloodied shirt off before it did indeed stain. He had already spent all of his allowance, and so he knew that he couldn’t afford to waste his belongings without a care.

It was when Colby was on his way toward the large staircase that led toward his room when he saw the last members of his pack still sleeping on the floor of the livingroom. He debated whether or not to wake the two that laid there, snuggling closely for both warmth and comfort, but decided against it when he remembered the last time he did such a thing.

The twins, Marcus and Holden Zander could be very scary if they didn’t get their beauty sleep . . . or if anyone had the guts to approach the two of them while they were still unconscious. Colby had paid dearly for that in the past, and he in no way wanted to get into another situation again.

Although they were both scary when they slept, or just woken, they were actually quite unthreatening twins while fully awake. Both were only a little under a year older than Colby, being eighteen years of age. They were not as muscular or tall as the other pack members, but they were no where near as lithe and tiny as Colby. Both were exactly six foot in height and had the body of a runner, but with slight more muscles than average. And both looked like a mirror’s reflection of the other, not a single hair different. But Colby could always detect which was who, not by the brown hair or brown eyes they both shared, but by the smell they both held. Marcus had a smell of pine while Holden had the smell of wood, both scents distinguishable and familiar to Colby’s nose.

Each pack member actually smelled differently, all various scents programmed in Colby’s brain due to spending such a long time around them.

They were, after all, his family.

Walking up the carpeted steps — everything was carpeted due to the wolves never really sleeping in one place at a time, always — Colby made his way past the doors of the other pack members’ rooms until he reached his own.

Colby hadn’t always lived in the pack house, or amongst this pack that was now his family. There was a time when Colby had lived with his parents, where both he and Nadine were born into. But his parent’s pack were overwhelming with too many pups due to so much mating that went on at that period of time, and so it was harder for the Alpha and beta to look after so many children. Roden and a few more Alphas from Colby’s parents allied packs came and each took a child into their care with a promise to always look after and keep the little one safe. Colby had only been seven at the time, and so he still remembered being taken in by his Alpha, and still remembered his parents who he only saw every so often each year.

His room though, was something he had for about ten years, and still, he rarely used it. Inside were the necessities that everyone had: a dresser filled with clothes, a bed that he seldom slept in, and appliances and electronics he received throughout the years. It was his room though, and his stuff inside. It was just that since Colby and the other pack members tended to sleep in one pile together, and spend most their time with one another, Colby had hardly a reason to really enter his room unless need be.

And this morning he needed to change out of his pajamas and throw the stained tee in the wash. It was only a quarter past seven in the morning, but Colby still had to get ready for school that started at eight thirty.

Leaving the door opened since there was no reason to shut it, Colby took the tee shirt off, tossing it on his still made bed, and going toward his dresser that stood against the far wall from the door; he pulled open a drawer, eyes scanning the various folded clothes. After choosing a plain blue button up shirt and a pair of ripped jeans — from wear, though no one really knew that — he dug out a pile of other dirty whites in his clothes’ hamper and made his way out of the room to wash his bloody shirt and some other dirty clothes that had no doubt, other stains from how messy and clumsy Colby was.

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It was later that day when Colby found himself sitting in a classroom after school with other students laying their heads on the rickety desks and snoozing away till the bell would ring. The blackboard that sat behind the plump and solemn looking teacher read, ‘Detention’ in big bold letters.

Colby had had detentions in the past before, but he hadn’t thought that today of all days he’d receive one. His Alpha had stressed to Colby before he left that there was a scheduled pack meeting as soon as he came home at four. It was already nearing thirty past five, and so Colby knew he was late. But what could he really do about that? He couldn’t very well skip it, knowing that he’d not only get a few more detentions but also a call home to his parents. If that happened then not only would his parents be mad at Colby, they’d also have words with his Alpha and no doubt cause added stress on the pack. He didn’t want that. So Colby stayed after, hoping that at least one pack member got his text that stated he’d be home a little later than what was supposed and that he was sorry.

He doubted any one of them got it since they never seemed to use their cell phones unless it was the weekend, and they were planning on going out to party with their human friends, or other werewolves from their allied pack’s.

Colby may have been a werewolf, but it didn’t mean he didn’t do what other humans did: go to school. And his pack members had done the same; though they had all graduated and were now taking classes or working part time jobs. Colby was a senior, and had only a handful of months left before he was free to either continue on to college, work, or just stay at home until he was ready to mate.

Since Colby didn’t like the idea of leaving his pack and going to another one, and he knew that no one in his pack would mate with him, he decided that mating wasn’t in his agenda for a very long time. He guessed that if it came down to it, where he had to mate, he’d choose a female since they were the ones that went to the male’s pack; while if he was mated with another male, it’d be whomever was higher in status stayed and brought the weaker, lower status with them. Colby knew he’d always be the one lower and weaker to all eyes, and so a female would have to be the mate he’d choose. Even if he felt no inclination toward the gender whatsoever. There was the issue of whether or not he could get a female to mate with him at all. There wasn’t many females in their allied pack’s, and so it was harder to choose a mate when one wanted and was ready for one. Many chose males and just opted to either not make any pups whatsoever — especially since the pack’s were too abundant nowadays — or wait and mate again.

So while school may be something important to the other humans who were planning on going to college or getting a job, Colby knew that he’d most likely at most only get a job. He wanted to stay with his family, and knew that if he went to college, he’d most likely not have much time with them at all; like Alex. He got himself a wife and now, soon a baby, and it was like he didn’t even care for Colby and the others. It was all about Nadine.

Colby growled quietly to himself, laying his head down on the cold desk while he waited. It wasn’t long before the bell finally did ring, signaling the end of detention. Colby waited until the humans left before he grabbed his school bag and left as well. One thing Colby never really made throughout his life, was friend’s. It was something that didn’t sit well with him; having to lie about what he was. So he never allowed himself the chance. Why keep such a secret from someone you supposedly cared for? It was the ultimate betrayal to Colby’s eyes.

His Alpha didn’t like that Colby didn’t have anyone else besides the pack. He had told Colby many times that he needed friends; that family was great to have but friends were important as well. Colby had just shrugged a shoulder, saying, “My pack are both, family and friend.” He had felt truth in those words, even if he knew the Alpha didn’t believe it.

The other members had always agreed with Colby, but only because they didn’t like him having any; not because they were mean, far from actually. They were just very overprotective of the small runt that they didn’t trust humans being around him. They didn’t even like it when he went to school.

There were times when Colby would get himself into trouble, and unable to use what strength he did posses as a werewolf on the human bullies in the past; he’d end up with a few black eyes before he could get away and run home. The others were not happy and demanded to know who it was. Even the Alpha was angry, but he was the only one able to control it. Colby had ended up in the Alpha’s study, telling the man every single detail starting from why they hit him and who had hit him, and what he had done to get away.

The bullies had never messed with Colby again, and the Alpha wouldn’t tell him what he did to keep them away. Whatever it was, it made them scared to even go near the small boy, and he was satisfied by that. But still, Colby hated how they thought him too weak to manage bullies, and were too wary of allowing him to go anywhere, even a place that was for education. It wasn’t like they really hurt him at all in the first place; moreover, they had stopped picking on the boy after the Alpha had learned of it. He was safe there; and even if he weren’t, Colby knew he could look after himself.

One thing about him was that he always wanted to be seen as an equal amongst the pack, but it seemed fruitless despite his attempts at achieving it.

With these thoughts in his mind, Colby was now walking on the sidewalk for his home when all of the sudden he made contact with a hard body. Since his head had been down, he hadn’t seen the body until it was too late, and so Colby was just about to tip down to the ground from having hit the force that felt more like a hard-bricked wall than anything, when a hand grasped onto his wrist in an iron grasp and held him up.

Colby immediately raised his eyes toward the figure, his nostrils flaring as he smelled what he knew was a werewolf. The man who he couldn’t recognize, stood at a towering height about the same as his Alpha. Long jet-black locks of layered hair swept across the man’s forehead and neck, reaching almost to his shoulders. His face was lightly tanned, with a strong jaw and bright forest green eyes that stared intently down at him. The man, Colby realized, was even more handsome than anyone he’d ever seen. He actually took on a more beautiful look, despite being male. With his broad shoulders and muscular — but not as muscular as his Alpha — form, he wore a simple pair of jeans and a white button up that had at least four buttons undone so that you saw a bit of the man’s chest.

Colby knew he was ogling at the werewolf before him, and suddenly realized that the man had a smirk on his face.

“Who are you?” The man asked, raising a dark brow as he never broke the stare from the small boy. Colby studied the man’s face for a few long moments, seeing that the man couldn’t be more than a few years older than him, but somehow, he knew he was much, much older than what appeared. That in itself made Colby feel intimidated and afraid. All werewolves who’d lived a very long time were either an Alpha or a beta, and you were never supposed to ogle and stare at one, especially if they were from a different pack. Colby could very well be screwed.

‘Oh no,’ were his exact thoughts as he began to tremble.

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