SWITCHED

Chapter 1

Crunching on some Doritos, I hit the button for my back vibrator as my program was about to start. It’s a rainy night with a new chapter of Loving My Luna; this show has me hooked; my chosen Alpha doesn’t understand why I have to watch this program every Friday night; men never get a girl's mind, and that’s on them; the old chapter was being played as a recap. The main characters stood one before the other: “I, Alpha Romano Cruz of the Pasos Campos Pack, reject you, Omega Rosa Corona, as my chosen Luna of the Pasos Campos Pack, and make your rouge.” That dramatic music gave me goosebumps. I gasp as the main character leaves his pregnant wife on the floor; the phone rings as the episode continues. If memory serves me right, it’s Sophy; she watches this show with me, too. Sophy is mated to the second largest pack in the USA, and she is my best friend as we grew up together along with Beth; Beth is the third giant pack in the USA, while my pack is the biggest. But who’s keeping tabs? Answering the cell phone, I hear, “Oh, my orange fluffy booty girl, did you freaking see what that jerk for an alpha said to her? The bastard can’t be any good to Loraine if he is like this to his fated mate! Marcela Gold, seriously, girl!” She blows my ear off with her absurd shock at that alpha.

She has a crush on the actor portraying that alpha; I laughed at her outburst, but knowing her mate is her destined mate, makes me feel bitter as he doesn’t get the same thing my chosen mate thinks, “he is so going to regret those words,” I feed some words to her knowing she will not stop blowing my ear off from the drama when I heard the door to my room open, I raise my face from the spot I was in to meet my chosen mate, smiling he replies “hey there sexy,” in his tired voice, seeing him beaten from the day I decide not to give him a hard time as I then turn down the tv, I leave the headset then placed them next to me so I can put them on when he goes to sleep.

All my life, I have looked at myself as one who is considerate of his hard work. As Luna, I struggle with my work in the pack, especially with that no-good lowlife Silver. Omegas are essential, but that one omega is the only pain in my day-to-day. At least now I’m more relaxed, but even if I’m now comfy, my life wasn’t easy, and that's half the reason behind my shame. But Stan had his troubles as his brother was my destined mate, but in a rogue attack, he was killed, and now Stan, his brother, keeps his title as Alpha, but sadly only because he is my chosen mate who was severely wounded alongside him. My fated mate, Sid, died that same evening when Stan woke up from his injuries. I’m the only daughter of this pack, and my dad was the Alpha who used to run this pack till he died with my mate. When Dad died, Mom died not too long after. When Stan and I met right after we graduated from the academy, we didn’t see eye to eye, yet Dad always said his pack was good for business, and I dreamed of being mated to one for years. Stan’s pack is made of the pure blood of the rare Gray wolves.

I knew he was a playboy and not a saint, but I kept myself for my mate. He and I never dated, but he felt guilty when he learned about his brother's death right after waking up. He knew we were mates, but after a while, the idea came to us both, and after a bit of persuasion, we started to talk more. We became friends while I was trying to run a pack, and he was helping me. One thing led to another until we eventually ended up this way, and his parents didn’t intervene in his choices. Now we are mated, marked, and in charge of the most extensive pack in the USA.

As he placed his suit in the back of the chair, he stretched himself and walked to get his things. “Had a hard day?” I asked Stan, who was now walking to get his shower, “Hard as day, I wanted to talk about us; just let me take a shower.” He went into the rain; I nodded and took the phone back to my ear. Sophy, I have to go, hun,” she ranted in today's episode. Still hearing my reply, she quickly said, “Okay, babe, night night.” I sent her a kiss and then hung up the phone. As the episode started to end, Stan walked out of the bathroom. He may be my chosen mate, but damn, is he hot.

Stan has light brown hair and hazel eyes and is a muscle on top of the power of an Alpha. The man has had me in many poses, but I would love to be reminded of which poses. Drying himself with a spare towel, he let out a breath. Marcy, there will be a new study from the council; they think it would be perfect for making your suggestion of giving university bachelors to the omegas; they want to make sure you aren’t a fake Luna.” His last words made me feel annoyed. I turned off the electric back massager and placed my Doritos on my nightstand to get up.

Being called a fake Luna for being chosen instead of fate insults me. The council members are a group of elders who have lived longer than anyone but get replaced when their wolves eventually leave with them. They had a hard time with me because of what I had to deal with. Stan had seen firsthand that I do my best, but they just like to fucking annoy me with their uptight ideas on how things must be dealt with. The elders had no idea I had a sister, and I refused to give them any information, as my mother had chosen to do. That dumb omega didn’t deserve the title of Luna.

Those things had made me let a slight growl escape me. I looked at him, annoyed, and said, "Seriously? They have zero fucking reasons to be judging me!” I growled louder as he walked to me with just his towel tucked in the middle. “I know, but I’m here. I know you are the real deal, but I also know you are a bit short-tempered, so try hard not to let it get to you,” he adds, and I move to get up because my temper is almost reaching its limit. When I stand, he picks me up from my hips. I hold myself with my legs around his hips, holding me firmly. Let me help you calm down, Marcy.” I growl at him; he is so full of himself.

He opens my mouth to reply and goes in for a steamy, hot make-out instead. I growl as he keeps moving on to the third base, his hands squeezing each one's cheek. I growl as I move in rhythm with his hips. The only thing stopping us from going to third base is his towel and my laced pants. Stan loves to get hot and rough with no breaks. The guy could go on for hours when all I can handle is a maximum of two sides of him. “Let’s help each other out with this evil stress.” He kisses me again while my face is red from his intense make-out, and my pink lips are sore from his rough kisses, but I want him to be rough right now.

I want to be reminded of how much he cares about my stress. Fuck me,” I command him; I never ask him, but that’s all it took as he dropped me by my back on the mattress, still holding on to my separated legs. Fuck yes!” His voice sounded drugged. Kissing me like it’s a race against time always leaves him out of the loop. He lets his towel go, exposing his thick member, now saluting me with insatiable need. He twitches as he positions himself to go in with me. Oh, yes.

Thrusting, he starts his dirty talking: “Fuck you? Won't my Luna know who the fuck she is talking to?” He picks up his thrusts, making me moan higher, “Don’t you dare fucking cum! You love to fucking get on my nerves, then moan your way into a frenzy. Fuck Marcy, your pussycat is fucking starving tonight,” he grunts as I feel his cock go in deeper. He is rougher tonight than he usually is.

Feeling he is about to burst, I shout, “Cuming! Cuming! Goddess, I’m cuming!” He stops when he hears me: “No, you will hold it till I fucking say you can cum.” I cry about the painful pleasure he is making me feel with his slow strokes now. His thick cock has me right where he wants me: “Please, it’s too cruel; please let me cum; I’m so close.” He kept this rhythm until I felt him twitch inside me. “Hold on, and I’ll let you cum,” he repeats, husky. “Yes.” I quickly said, furious that I couldn’t get him to finish me, and as I felt his rhythm pick up, I started moaning again, “That’s it, please, I’m so close.” I kept encouraging him, and he turned my hips sideways to enter me in harsh thrusts until I felt his hot, sticky cum fill me.