AMELIA'S POV

I let Eve burst through my skin as the sickly sweet scent of vampire falls upon our campsite. Wolves shift all around me as we all make a break for it. As rogues, we never stand together. It's every wolf for themselves nowadays.

I make a beeline for the coast, using the underbrush to hide my medium-size frame. My black wolf is mostly invisible tonight due to the cloud cover, and I am thankful. I have to survive tonight because tomorrow I finally get to set sail to America. The last stronghold werewolves have. The packs there are still functioning, unlike the packs here in Europe. My pack was one of the last in Scotland until five years ago.

Five years of living as a rogue. Five years of fighting. When you are on your own, you fight for everything: your food, shelter, and even your virtue. At 20 years old, I've done a fantastic job. I'm still pure, and I'm still strong. I am the fourth child of the late Alpha Connor and Luna Marian, and I carry that bloodline with pride.

The Royals started a program to help save the European wolves two years ago, according to the rumors. They allow you passage to American and train you. In return, you join the Royal Army, which seems extremely reasonable to me. The Royal Army has fought for over 50 yrs, and The Kings fight in every battle. They stand for every single wolf, and I plan to stand next to them. I finally made some connections and got myself a spot on the Royals ship. Tomorrow at 9 am I leave. I was supposed to leave with the group I was camping with... we will see how many make it tomorrow.

So far, the Vampires have done an amazing job of wiping us out. They just followed the hunters and rogues tactics after their experiments failed. They eliminate females. No matter what age, whether mated or not. If you have a vagina, you die! Without she-wolves, the werewolf population has basically died out. Many of the rogue females I have met are just breeders. They hook up with every wolf they can. Rejection is common practice but even finding a mate to reject is rare.

The werewolf population has gotten so low that the Kings now breed humans often to make more wolves. Pure wolves. Since their wolf spirits are technically Lycans, they can generate more wolves. The Lycan brothers are, according to legend, the first wolves in existence. They were the ones to create werewolf kind when they slept with human females. So I guess their advisors told them it was time to bring that custom back. I just feel bad for their future mates.

The Kings started doing this ten years ago when African Werewolves were deemed extinct. My father had been over the moon with the news. He said it might swing the war in our favor. Apparently, their offspring are powerful and fast-growing. My father also said that the women are compensated heavily and are treated like jewels while carrying our future.

But from my point of view, all I see is prostitution. A species can't be saved with sinful acts, and breeding with others that aren't your mate is wrong. The goddess won't let this stand. That is why I fight for my virtue even though other females see me as a failure. All of them ask me why I don't want to help save us, but I refuse even to answer them. Some say it's okay because the Twin Kings don't have a mate, but I'm afraid I have to disagree. All wolves have a mate, and they are disgracing theirs. But I still respect them. They fight for us, and they do whatever they must for werewolves to survive.

I breathe a sigh of relief once I start to taste the saltwater on my long tongue. I've run for miles, and even though the vampire's scents are long gone, I don't plan on stopping. Someone had to have seen us and reported us to the vampires.

That's another thing that is very different than the old days. Humans. Humans have, for the most part, sided with vampires over here. They sell their blood to them. They sell their healthy children as slaves or future vampires. They don't care as long as they are compensated. They have decided that the vampires will win, and they need to be on the winning sides team.

After ten more minutes of running, I can see the dock. My wolf prances as we exam the area from the treeline. There isn't anywhere we can lay low, so I decide to stay in the treeline. I groan as I think about my situation. Tomorrow morning I will have to board naked. I shredded my clothing back at the campsite.

Eve- maybe the guardhouse has clothes

I dart our eyes back to the shed with windows.

Amelia- maybe let's check it out.

I move forward silently. Being a rogue does have one bonus. You become entirely one with your wolf. They are your one constant. Your only true friend.

I glance through the slightly cracked window and spot a locker. My wolf and I smile a big wolf smile as I shift back. I push the window all the way up and shimmy in. The locker isn't locked, and lucky for me, it has a pair of shorts and a large male jacket in it. Better than nothing!

I get dressed quickly before peeking through the rest of the locker's contents. A small tin of biscuits catches my eye, and I thank the moon.

I tear through the tin in seconds, enjoying every moment of it. Human food is a rare commodity nowadays.

Eve and I head back to the forest quickly, deciding it was the safest place. I find a decent size bush and hunker down for the night with a full belly. I do hope some of the other rogues made it. I brush my dirty blonde hair to the side as I begin my nighttime routine. I brush through the rough strands removing as much debris as possible before I begin to braid my hair back. My hair is so coarse and dirty that the braid mostly stays until morning every night.

Tomorrow morning can't come fast enough.

A ship horn jolts me awake, and I scramble to my feet. It isn't the royals ship, but I'm glad to be up. I have no alarm and no way to tell time, but I'm guessing it is around 8 am. I sniff the air deeply, searching for any familiar scent. Two hit my nose, and I smile. I wasn't the only survivor. I dart through the trees and quickly find the two young males hunched together.

"Morning," I sing out, and they jerk awake.

The older of the two openly glares but the younger smiles once his fear vanishes.

"Morning, Amelia. Glad to see you made it," the younger says, and I smile.

I have no idea what his name is, but I know I am more memorable being the only female in our small group. The older huffs and stretches his limbs. I notice a small backpack and smile.

"Trade you this jacket for two shirts," I say, hopefully tugging on the oversized heater I have on.

The older looks at the sturdy jacket with a calculating gaze, but after finding no holes, he nods. He digs through the pack and hands me two t-shirts. I turn and change quickly, handing him the worker's jacket.

"Do you have the time," I ask eagerly, wanting to know how soon we can leave.

The younger lifts his wrist, and I gasp, a watch!

7:43 am

"How have you not lost this," I ask in shock. He grins.

"It has a stretchable band. So when I shift unexpectedly, it doesn't break. A gift from my father," he answers with a sad smile.

I nod and return his smile. "Do you know if any of the others made it," I ask hopefully.

The older finally cracks open his dry lips, "not from what we saw."

My heart squeezes with the knowledge of more loss. More wolves have gone back to the goddess. I nod quickly and look away to hide my tears.

The next hour and a half are spent in silence. The older male goes hunting, and we stay behind. Eve and I remain on high alert. Being alone with a male does that to you when you have been attacked before. But this male seems nice, and he might be even younger than I am.

Finally, the horn sounds, and we head to the forest edge. The Royals ship has arrived! Our freedom awaits. I feel a bright smile break across my face for the first time in a long time.

The males and I move to the ship quickly. We have to board. There is nothing left for us here. The ship has Riverstone on the side in red, and it fills my soul with hope.

Three burly wolves stand on the deck with grim expressions. We watch as ropes and chains are attached to the dock before we walk up to the ramp. The three big wolves make their way to us. I feel the males beside me tense and stand taller.

"Just three," burly one asks.

"There were 11. But our group was attacked last night by three vamps, "the older male answers with a firm voice.

"Hey, but a female made it," Burly two says with excitement

Burly one lets his eyes roam my body before sniffing the air.

"She smells clean. Not pregnant. No male scent besides human," Burly one says lowly with his eyebrows scrunched together.

"Amelia isn't like the other she-wolves. She is still waiting on her mate," younger male says defensively

"Mate? European mates are a thing of the past youngster. This continent is all but clear of wolves," burly three says

I brush off the conversation. It is always the same.

"Are we waiting for others, or are we the only ones you are expecting, "I ask, changing the topic.

"Was there a Ron in your group," Burly one asks older male, and he shakes his head.

"Then we are waiting. There must have been two groups trying to get here last night," Burly one says as his eyes scan the trees.

"There were no other scents this morning," I say, hoping I can get them to just leave.

Every minute spent here is dangerous, in my opinion. But I was ignored. I watch as their eyes blank out. Mindlink. Eve and I whimper sadly.

I miss my pack. We miss hearing them in our heads. Finally, burly three jerks his head towards us, and we follow him aboard. Burly one and two stay behind, waiting for the others. I scoff to myself

internally. No one else is coming.

Burly three leads us to the ship's cabins. The two males I came with enter the same cabin immediately, leaving me with the surly American who has no hope in mates.

We move two doors down, and he points. "This one can be yours. It has one bed so no one should bother you. Feel free to freshen up," he says lowly.

I open the door and hurry in, but before I can shut the door, he puts his hand up.

"Look, little she-wolf, if I were you, I would keep this door locked at all times. Out of our 27 crew members, only three are mated. And you aren't carrying a pup. You might get motion sickness but remain here. Be smart and stay safe," he says, dropping his arm from the door and walking away.

I exhale loudly and shut the wooden door. Immediately locking it. I'm not an idiot. I've dealt with large groups of unmated males before.

The cabin is cozy and perfect. I brush my fingers over the bed softly. The quilt is scratchy, but I don't mind. It will be the first bed I have slept in, in years. There are two skinny doors in the cabin. I open one and see a sink and toilet. I gasp slightly as I see my face in the mirror above the tiny sink.

I'm older looking than I remember. More freckles litter my face than before, but my big blue eyes are the same as ever. My lips are plump, and my teeth still look good, thank the goddess. I look around the tiny space and find a small cabinet. Tears flood my eyes when I see the travel-size bottles of shampoo and conditioner. There is also a toothbrush, a bar of soap, a razor, a comb, a pair of scissors, and a mini tube of toothpaste. I set to work cleaning and grooming myself as best as I can. Due to the size of the sink, I flood the bathroom, but honestly, I don't care.

Luckily for me, since I have a nightly routine of finger combing my hair, most of it was salvageable. But I still decided to cut about 5 inches off. The haircut is crude and uneven, but it will do. The shoulder-length hair is much lighter and easier to handle.

I stare at my clean appearance before smiling. I feel pretty again. Back before my pack was attacked, I was considered beautiful by many of the males, and right now, I would have to agree. I clean up the bathroom as best I can before checking out the other door.

A small rack of clothes and a mini-fridge greets my view, and I once again smile. This ship is pure paradise. I quickly slip off my mismatched outfit and grab a small black t-shirt. There, of course, isn't a bra, but I haven't had one of those in forever. I look through the bottoms and find a size small pair of grey sweatpants.

I get dressed and do a little happy dance. I'm clean! I have a mini- fridge! I have a bed! I have clothes that fit, ....for the most part! I flop my achy body down on the bed in pure bliss. Just as I am about to doze off, I hear voices. I jump up and bolt to my door.

"9 more finally showed," a voice that sounds like burly one says.

"Any other she-wolves," burly three says lowly.

"Surprisingly, yes. Two. Both pregnant," burly one says, and I smile to myself.

I'm not the last one in Europe. The previous female I had seen was seven months ago, and two males were fighting over her. The fight had ended tragically. The she-wolf had been accidentally killed, and since then, I hadn't seen any other. The conversation earlier had me a little worried.

I go back to my bed, feeling a little bit better about my gender situation. Finally, the ship begins to move, and I start to drift into the blissful place of dreamland.

JACKSON POV

I slam our office door and head towards my desk. Dr. Cline just informed me that another human female is ovulating, and our services are required. I growl as I lower my huge frame into my comfy office chair.

"Whats itching you," Jason asks easily.

"Another womb needs sperm," I mumble lowly, and Jason grimaces.

"Whelp, it's your turn. Just turn out the lights and let Helios forward. You know how much our Lycans enjoy making pups," he says, smoothly turning back to his fast speed monitor.

I throw my head back and groan. We both hate it, but it is a necessary evil. Werewolf populations have plummeted all around the world. The United States and Latin America are the last strongholds.

Suddenly the phone rings and I hit the speaker button.

"Yes" -Jackson

"My Kings, the European wolves are on board." - Gordon, aka burly

one

"How many" - Jackson

"12, 3 of which are females." - Gordon

"3? That is good. Any pregnant?"- Jason

"2 are. The other says she is waiting for her mate," - Gordon

Gordon growls, and we roar in return. We don't like disrespect, and this commanding officer works our nerves.

"The Goddess will reward her strength," - Jason.

"Protect her. She must be strong to have fought for her virtue for this long," - Jackson.

I press end and meet my brother's eyes. We are both thinking the same thing three she-wolves! Three more reproducers.

Jason grins and nods towards the door.

"More females doesn't mean you can bailout. Get a move on sperm bank," Jason says, returning to his emails.

I throw a pencil at him, which he catches. I stomp out of the room dramatically and head towards the mating hall. I just want to go home. I hate this place. We spent three years locked behind these walls. I just want to be home. But according to Ethan, it's smart to change locations often.

Helios- I can smell the female from her. She is ready.

Jackson- don't remind me.

Helios- breeding is good.

Jackson- Jason and I don't want to breed. We want a mate-a life

partner.

Helios- growlllll

I roll my eyes. Jason and I have killed hundreds, slept with hundreds, and we still only want one thing. A peaceful life with a mate. We want pups that we see and get to father. We want a family. Like the one we had. My chest tightens with the memory of our deceased family. I bury the feeling as fast as I can as I reach the human's door. Her scent is familiar. I've had her twice before and Jason once. She has given birth to 3 males so far. This will be her last cycle with us. I pray this one is female.

All our male pups head to training at the age of 4. Before that, they stay in a nursery run by four omega females. Our female pups go to an underground safe house. At the age of four, they begin to train also, and it is just as extensive as the males. Females have to be strong nowadays.

We have 15 breeding humans at all times. A werewolf pregnancy lasts five months. So twice a year, we get a pup from each female. And we only keep them for two years. A committee selects the females. Looks are not high on the requirement list. So most of our females.....well, most of them are ugly. Ugly but healthy. Their family's health histories are spotless.

Out of 10 yrs and countless females, Jason and I have 298 offspring. Three of those were stillborn, so we have 295 living pups. Helios and Eros took those deaths hard, which I will never understand. They don't care about our living pups.

Jason and I haven't done a very good job of producing she-wolves, though. Two hundred fourteen of our living pups are male.

I run my fingers through my hair. She is actually pretty, so tonight shouldn't be too bad. Helios stands up in my mind.

I push the door open slowly. The young female looks sad, and I frown. I feel bad for our females. They don't get much time with their pups, but they didn't sign up for motherhood. They signed up because of the money we offer. But they do get a month with their newborn before they cycle back into the breeding hall.

I roll my shoulders and let my aura spread throughout the room. The testosterone normally excites them. And just as predicted, she squeezes her thighs quickly. She looks up and bites her lip.

"Which King am I with tonight," she softly asks, and I smirk.

"Jackson," I say lowly in my bedroom voice. She grins and nods.

She stands up and drops her silk robe to the floor before moving to the middle of the bed.

I undress slowly, watching her move into position. Her tummy is scarred from the life she has brought us, and her pretty titties aren't as perky as they once were, but that doesn't stop my boner from rising. This is her last time with either of us, and I plan on leaving a lasting impression.

"Which human mommy am I with tonight," I ask as I let my boxers fall. My massive manhood stands tall for her hungry gaze.

"Heather, your majesty," she answers sweetly.

"Well, Heather, you just lay back and let me worship you one last time," I whisper as I crawl in between her legs.

I part her thighs and breathe in deeply. Old blood and sweet arousal assault my senses. I dart my tongue forward, and she moans deeply. I lick and suck until I feel her body tense and release. I always try to please our humans before doing the deed.

I kiss my way up her body. Spending extra time kissing all her growing scars. Unlike she-wolves, human tummies stretch and don't bounce right back. Their skin doesn't heal like a werewolf's.

She whimpers and moans when my hands begin to squeeze her plump milk-filled breasts. I suck on them lightly, enjoying the warm fluid that has fed our sons. When I unlatch loudly, she shudders.

"Are you ready," I ask huskily, and she nods with vigor.

I grin at her eagerness. I wrap one of her shapely legs around my waist before lining myself up at her soaked entrance. She takes a deep breath as I push inside her slowly.

Jason and I have enormous penises, and if we were to take a human roughly, we could easily damage them.

I rock my hips back and forth, watching the pleasure consume her dark-colored features. Her chocolate eyes roll back as she soaks the sheets with her natural lubricant.

When I know she is fully stretched and adjusted to my size, I pick up my speed-pounding into her delicious and delicate body. I close my eyes and focus on her moans. When her body begins to clench tightly around my cock, I smile. I let her cum all over me before pumping my seed deep within her warmth.

I slowly retreat from her. I kiss her forehead sweetly, and she sighs.

"Thank you, Heather. You have already done so much for my kind. As promised, after this pup, you will be moved to a nice neighborhood. And when our pups turn 18, they have the option to contact you if they wish," I say as I pick up the wet wipes from the side table.

I clean myself and get dressed before she says anything.

"Will, my sons, want to know me," she asks with a fresh tear.

"I would imagine they would. Our pups are taught at a young age about their human mothers. They are told how much you sacrificed and how you helped us survive," I explain, sitting down next to her.

I take her hand in mine with a smile. She nods, but the tears don't stop. I tuck a piece of hair behind her ears.

"Thank you for my two sons Heather and my brother's son. I hope this pup is a healthy little girl," I say, placing my hand on her soft tummy.

I kiss her forehead one more time and leave the room. I don't worry about whether or not she will fall pregnant. The Lycan sperm never fails. As long as the female is fertile, sex will always result in

pregnancy.

Jackson- Hey Doc. The human has been mated. She might need some postpartum attention. She was pretty weepy.

Dr. Cline- yes, your majesty.

I stride out of the mating hall quickly, putting as much distance between myself and it as I can. my shower is calling my name.