I'm The Big Bad Wolf

Salem made sure he kept one hand on Cayden, Andrea close to both of them, pressed between them until she’d calmed down. The alpha needed to know that both his omega, his mate and their pup were safe. It was instinctual for him to do so, even though he knew Cayden was perfectly capable of taking care of himself, the other one of the best fighters in Salem’s pack. He nodded in agreement at Cayden’s decision to reward the she-wolf for her role in protecting their daughter before watching her leave. His attention remained on Andrea in his arms, one hand stroking through Cayden’s hair, but the alpha was plotting, planning what action the pack would take now. “If they ain’t dead from their fuck-up then we’ll make an example of ‘em.” Salem agreed with a low growl before he looked out of the window to check their perimeter. It was holding, he could already see a few wolves returning to the main estate, some wounded, others looking ready to fight on. “I want ya t’ stay with Rae, I’m gonna take Noah and a few others out, clean up the mess, find out who left their posts. I don’t trust her with anyone else.” Salem spoke, pressing his forehead to Cayden’s.

Seeing the goblins dead wasn’t enough for Salem now, after their attack on his home, his daughter, it was war. He would hunt them down, slaughter them all for even daring to come near his baby girl. Salem could feel Cayden’s fear and stress as strongly as if it was his own and he turned his head to press his lips to Cayden’s temple. His two most important people were safe, but Salem’s patience had been tested. His pack should have been there, all over the estate. There were a few wolves, some who had been killed, but not enough. There was nothing that would make Salem put Andrea down and so he held her close, his other arm wrapped around Cayden’s waist, as he turned his attention to the she-wolf who had been protecting her. “Where are the others?” He demanded, clearly displeased she was the only one there. The large female wolf whimpered under her alpha’s anger but she answered him. “Most went when they heard the call. The fighters went to fight, thought it was protecting the pack.” She explained. Salem was livid that his betas would leave the area to go fight like it was some kind of game and not stay and defend the wolves at the estate who needed protecting. “Heal up, tend t’ the others.” He told her, knowing that there were wounded wolves around and dead to bury. 

Placing a hand on Andrea’s back, Cayden’s eyes didn’t stray from her as he made sure she wasn’t hurt. That nothing had come close to touching her. His eyes scanned her up and down as Salem held her close. The crying slowly stopped now that both her fathers pressed in close to her. Some might say that his affection and deep need to care for his children was a weakness or something very human but it wasn’t. It was one of the most deep down, animal things about Cayden. He’d stop at nothing to keep his family, pack, and pups safe from any threat that might pop up. Sighing, He looked from Salem to Andrea and then back at the she-wolf who protected there daughter. “Ya’find me when y’ur done. Gonna move ya’up in th’pack for what’ya did here.” Cayden told her before she ran off to help those who had stayed behind and been hurt. Looking back at Salem, Cayden nuzzled into him and then into Andrea. She giggled lightly, blissfully unaware of the stress they were under. Good. She should never feel nothing short of safe and protected. Cayden looked at Salem. “Whatever wolf told everyone t’run off- M’gonna kill’em.” He ground out. His home and territory was the most important thing to all of them. He didn’t care if every pet in that fucking camp died. Andrea and Salem were worth them all. 

Salem was following Cayden with the same determination in his movements. There were two things in his life that he would die for, his mate and his pups and Andrea was still far too young to take care of herself. When they arrived at the estate to see it almost unguarded, Salem saw red. Goblins were everywhere, a few dead wolves, but it was their daughter’s screams that had Salem going feral. He tore through every goblin he saw, ripped them apart, barely felt the bite of their weapons in his skin until he’d reached Andrea’s room with Cayden. The wolf that was guarding her was one that Salem would reward for their dedication and bravery. He let Cayden dispense of the first few goblins, Salem doing the same until the room was clear and he could turn back. He normally wouldn’t dare have blood anywhere near her, and he was currently covered in it but he had to hold her. “Shh baby girl. Ya daddies are here.” He told her, picking the frightened pup up in his arms, holding her close. 

Salem gave a nod before he let out a deafening howl, signaling to his pack to return to the estate, they were to ensure that nothing came even close to the house where Andrea was. If the goblins kept their attack to just the training grounds for the tournament then Salem and Cayden could get Shay and go, but if they began to spread out then there was a risk to their daughter and Salem would never risk her. After a moment other howls from across the city and surrounding landscape began to join in, signaling to the alpha that the call to arms had been heard. With his pack in motion, Salem turned his attention to finding Seamus. He killed any goblin that got in his way, Cayden at his side. He always did love the sight of his mate, fur streaked with blood. When he picked up Shay’s scent and found the boy, Salem had him escorted somewhere safe before another howl came from the distance, towards the estate, Salem looked up before back at Cayden. “Andrea…”

Even if Salem didn’t have Cayden at his back, he wasn’t afraid of a few goblins but these creatures seemed to be coming out of everywhere in droves. It was better having his omega with him, he wouldn’t trust anyone else to be at his side. When he heard Cayden growl, Salem turned from his own kill to see his mate rip into one of the little creatures himself, spilling its guts on the floor. “He’s the only one I want found, the rest I don’t give a damn about.” Salem replied, referring to Shay. He’d paid good money for the boy, Salem wasn’t about to let him be goblin food. When another group of goblins came at them Salem didn’t even hesitate before he was ripping them apart, knowing Cayden would too.

When the attack came, Salem was likely more pleased than many of the other elites. Finally, some excitement and action. The alpha wasted no time in getting his hands bloody. He saved a few pets here and there, but mostly, he just enjoyed the killing. However as the giant wolf ripped one more goblin from the corpse of a fallen pet, it reminded him there was one he wanted alive and so Salem began to search for Seamus. He tore through the droves of goblins, massive jaws clamping around one and practically tearing the squirming creature in half. 

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When Salem saw that dark brown wolf at the end of the hall he smirked, eyes shimmering their icy blue for a moment as Cayden drew closer. He loved to see Cayden in his wolf form, used to the omega being in his fur more often than his skin. If Cayden hadn’t transformed before he reached then Salem would have run his fingers through that chocolaty fur, giving it an affectionate tug but Cayden reached them on two feet. For a moment it was as if Shay didn’t exist at his side, not when Salem looked at his mate, the way Cayden’s head tipped down in submission for him. He gave a pleased growl and drew Cayden in, brushing his nose against his mate’s jaw. Good, Cayden still smelt like him. 

“He is. Wanted ya t’ meet him. Shay’s a special one.” Salem answered before he turned his attention on the pet at his side. “Got the face of an angel, but he’s as bloodthirsty as we are, already seen him rip into two different people. Thought ya might appreciate a pet with the same unique tastes as us.” Salem chuckled, one hand reaching out to brush his thumb across Shay’s bottom lip. 

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Salem didn’t respond to him, in fact, for a moment, Shay was sure he hadn’t remembered the pet was with him at all, at least, not when the other wolf came into view. He tried to read the room, the atmosphere between them, but he had no supernatural instincts and he was never any good at reading emotions, he barely understood his own. So, he simply stepped back and allowed the two to have their moment, not responding to the stranger even after he introduced himself. 

His nostrils flared, jaw clenching tightly when Salem agreed with Cayden’s assessment, almost tempted to step away from the other, but not moving at all. He didn’t offer the usual content stare, he wasn’t even expressionless, no, he glared at the alpha male who swept his thumb over his lower lip. “I’m not for anyone,” The pet objected, brows knitting into one another, before he crossed his arms over his chest. Perhaps he should have been pleased that the wolf had taken a liking to him, pleased that he’d managed to win over an elite that was actually interesting, that he had been brought back here, it all showed promise, but Shay was not about to be a fuck toy for a guy he didn’t know. 

Rubbing his face across Salem’s for a moment, Cayden nuzzled him right back. Just to scrap some of his scent along his Alpha’s face as well. That was just as important as him smelling like Salem. The last day and a half since he’d been back seemed to have been about embedding his Alpha’s scent into his skin. Really making it sick. Which seemed to have worked. It was in his hair now, in his fur. 

Looking to Shay, as Salem called him, Cayden gave him the same deadpan back. He was cute. Bright blue eyes just like his Salem and blond hair. He had a nice face, one that probably looked even better once he had a cock in him. Maybe two. “Ya for whatever the hell he says ya for.” Cayden pointed to Salem, his eyes narrowing slightly for a moment. He didn’t mind the ones who played games. It made things interesting. “Ya’ really kill two people?” He asked drawing his hand across neck. “S’impressive.” Cayden mumbled looking at Salem and then back at Shay. He stood back a bit trying to figure out how the hell this guy got away with ripping anything other than bread apart. “How?” he asked wanting to hear more about just how blood thirsty he got. After all, Shay didn’t seem like the type that was going to get on his knees and suck on demand alone. Which was fine. He could put up a front. Most did. Most also gave in and let Salem and himself have there way with them. 

Shay was rather shocked when he learned that Salem was once again pulling him off in order to spend some time with him. Clearly they had bonded over their bloodlust and he was excited, hoping that maybe he’d get to experience it again. His eyes were wide as they approached his home, he’d never seen anything this grand, at least, nothing that he’d paid attention to and he was mildly surprised that it was so pleasant. He half expected the feral alpha to live in the woods, just as he had for the majority of his life.

The boy narrowed his eyes when Salem called out to an unknown person, he wondered what it meant, was he being presented to somebody else so that they could both enjoy him? Surely Salem had realised by this time that Seamus never did anything he didn’t want to, and he sure as hell wasn’t about to be used by a stranger, whether Salem was there or not. He wiped the back of his hand over his mouth, wiping the drying blood that was starting to irritate him, “Who’s Cay?”

His fur was thick and brown. Unlike Salem’s, Cayden was built for withstanding northern temperatures so it held even more heat that most. His eyes were the same stormy blue and his claws long enough to tick against the hard wood when his name was called. He wasn’t as big as Salem when he was on all fours but he was pretty close. His shoulders just as wide and paws just as heavy. He perked up when Salem had entered the house with a human at his side. One that reeked for tower. A pet. Well, this was going to be fun. He’d been ready for Salem when his name was called. The thump of his large body jumping off there bed could he heard right after his name. Walking out into the hallway, his head held low between his shoulder blades, eyes looking at Seamus. He stopped, sniffed the air then walked forwards.

The transition form wolf to human was smooth for Cayden and by the time he reached Salem and Seamus down the hall, he was on two legs and naked. Not that he cared or even gave it a thought. He ducked his head to Salem, submitting to his Alpha the moment he saw him. “M’Cayden.” He spoke in a low growl looking at Seamus now. His dark eyes flicking over the boys face and body once before he looked back at Salem. “He for us?” he asked knowing that if Salem was bringing someone here that was probably the case. Either that or he would have just left Cayden out of it completely. 

If any other alpha ever dare challenge him for Cayden’s affections, Salem would kill them, that much he’d known since the beginning and things hadn’t changed. He was possessive, even if the two of them never appeared to be to anyone else, there was a darkness in the both that made them selfish when it came to one another. They could enjoy others, enjoy pets separately or together at times, but for Salem, there would only ever be Cayden. He would certainly never take another omega, Salem was pretty sure Cayden would kill another omega if they tried to interest Salem, just as he would do with another alpha. 

Salem easily supported Cayden’s weight as if the wolf weighed nothing to him, and curled his fingers around his mate’s throat just like Cayden wanted him to. It was claiming, dominant, and Salem knew why Cayden needed it as he let go. He watched with undivided attention as Cayden came undone, growling in pleasure as he fucked his mate through his release,e making sure that he rung every second of pleasure from the other. Only when he was sure that he had his mate spent did Salem see to his own burning desire. He kept Cayden’s back pressed to his chest, kept himself buried deep into his omega as Salem continued to thrust. The alpha breathed in his mate’s scent, nose pressed against Cayden’s neck as his thrusts turned sporadic and lost their rhythm, becoming more of a grind. “Gonna fill ya up Cay, fuckin’ mark ya inside and out.” Salem growled deeply before he finally felt himself tip over the edge, cumming hard into his mate, shooting his load deep. 

There had been a few Omega’s over the years that Cayden had to beat away. He had no problem laying down a line for others when it came to Salem. That was his mate. Just as much as he was Salems. Most Omega’s got it. Most of them didn’t want to deal with Cayden or the pain he’d bring if they stepped over the line once it was drawn. Of course, now and then, you got a few people who were willing to over step. Most of them didn’t do it twice. Some of them, those who actually fought Cayden over Salem, didn’t see the next day. He had no mercy for those who had been warned and still stepped to him. He had no mercy when someone came for his Alpha. It was over before it ever even started. That, Cayden made sure of. 

Salem knew about Cayden’s past, they’d talked about it, but they didn’t dwell on it. He knew that as much as he might like to change what had happened to his omega, Salem couldn’t. So they looked to the future together, their pack and their pups. What they built going forward was what mattered not the past behind them. Where another might think Cayden to be in pain, Salem knew it was the complete opposite. His omega was always more wolf than man, even more so that Salem himself and he rarely acted human. They both had their time spent in their wolf form, Cayden more so than Salem, but Salem had more responsibilities outside of the pack as the alpha and leader, he had to integrate with other species, which meant walking around on two legs a lot of the time. 

They were both bloody, bruised and bitten up from one another, just the way they liked to be. Salem heard the warning Cayden gave him, and he kept fucking his mate hard. He wanted to see Cayden cum, wanted to feel it, the way his mate would clench down on his cock as Salem bred him. It was moments like this, when they were so raw and animal, that Salem’s mind would drift to how he wanted his omega to always be satisfied and that Salem would provide no matter what. It was another story when Salem fell into his rutt, but for now neither of them were overtaken by those desires, just their longing for one another. “Cum for me Cay, wanna feel ya.” Salem growled against his mate’s ear, thrusting in deep and grinding hard against his omega’s sweet spot to push him over the edge. 

As much as living so far up north had been brutal, it shaped Cayden into who he was today. Into the wolf that, when they came down from living up north, some how managed to steal Salem’s attention. His scars were worth it. Every other Alpha he had beat away from him was worth it. The place he was in- Well, he’d do it all over again just to make sure he ended up right here with Salem. Hell, if he had an easy up bringing and softer parents he might have been someone completely different. No, that wasn’t Cayden. He was raised just the way he had to be in order to not jut survive but thrive. Looking back on it, Cayden counted himself lucky. Some of these knew wolves coming up in the city seemed so weak. So soft. He never wanted to be like that. He never wanted his pups to be like that either. HE was glad Salem agreed and there parenting Style matched one another almost perfectly. 

“Good..” Malcolm huffed as he looked up to the pack house and began trying to walk faster. “Mmmm, lies… Well, when y’get t’sleep o’course. Then I tend t’pass out. But I wanna make sure you’re sleepin’ well b’fore I do… Y’know how I am an’ how we used t’be..”

As much as Cayden could look after himself, he was always grateful for his brothers unwavering loyalty and protectiveness. They hadn’t exactly grown up in the best pack. When he’d been a pup, Malcolm was pretty much the only reason he’d survived. He hummed, nodded. “I know.” He hadn’t forgotten. He never would. “Ain’t gotta be like tha’no more. Safe here.” Cayden assured him with a nod before getting inside the pack house. “C’mon then. Gotta get’a bed so you can.” He nodded up stairs and headed towards Salems room.

Salem loved the fact that he’d never needed to make it clear to the pack who was second in command, who they had to listen to if he wasn’t around. Cayden had done that all by himself. The omega took no shit from anyone, and he could hold his own against any of the pack. That always made Salem one proud alpha, to see his omega kick the ass of a beta, to come back to him bloody but always saying you should see the other guy. If anyone dared really hurt Cayden there would be a reckoning, Salem would paint the streets in blood, but he knew his mate could handle himself. 

Slowly, Salem began to lose himself to his baser instincts, telling him to fuck his mate into submission, to breed him good and hard, give them both what they needed. His eyes were no longer their natural blue but the bright silvery blue of his wolf form. When he felt Cayden’s fingers bite into his skin, scratching deep, the scent of blood hitting his nose, Salem growled. It didn’t take the alpha a beat after Cayden told him to mark him before Salem was doing just that, an animalistic growl ripped from the alpha’s throat, his fangs clear in his mouth before he sank his teeth harshly into Cayden’s shoulder. He could taste blood, the bite would be hard, vicious, but it was what they both wanted, what they needed. It was claiming and it would last. Salem released one grip on his mate’s hips to wrap his arm around Cayden, fingers clawing down across his chest leaving deep scratches. When Salem pulled back from his bite, lips bloody he kissed Cayden hard and deep with a possessive growl. 

Sometimes it was a bit of a struggle, physically, to fight of Beta’s or Alphas that might want his spot as second in the pack. He wasn’t afraid of getting hurt or getting his hands dirty to make sure  people understood .Understood that he stood at Salem’s side for a good reason. He was the best suited for it and he’d do anything to keep the pack and his Alpha going strong. Even if that meant keeping said pack in line. He body bared the scars of fights with Alphas in his old pack and Salems. Any who hurt him enough to scar him normally ended up dead. The marks on his back really only reminded him of what he could do. What he’d already over come. Wolves who’d bite the dust because they thought they could take him. 

Salem had missed this, missed Cayden. He’d only ever admit that to the other, because he didn’t want or need anyone else to know how deep their bond was. As far as the rest of the world was concerned Salem could be some cold, distant and uninterested alpha, they wouldn’t see the truth. Feeling his mate stretched around his cock, that familiar warmth had a groan passing the alpha’s lips. He had every intention to savour this moment but it seemed Cayden didn’t and was soon enough fucking back onto Salem’s cock, making him push deeper. Fuck, he loved his omega. “Don’t gotta miss it now, ‘M right here.” Salem growled low against Cayden’s skin as he soon began to meet each thrust of Cayden’s hips with a sharp snap of his own.

It didn’t take long for Salem to start to take control. He loved letting Cayden have his moments where he could control the pace, take what he wanted and needed from his alpha, but right now, Salem knew that both of them just needed to dissolve into their animal instincts. He gripped hard at his mates hips, fingers leaving dark bruises even with Cayden’s healing. If they weren’t wolves, Salem’s grip would have easily shattered the bones of a human or halfbreed, but his omega was strong, the strongest Salem had ever met. He picked up the pace, starting to pound into his mate brutally, giving them both what they needed. 

Partly, it was a pride thing. Cayden was already an Omega. That was working against him before people even got to know him. He didn’t want anyone to think that he needed anyone for anything. Just because Omega’s, in general, had more needs then others, he didn’t want that to be how people thought of him. Not even Salem. Cayden didn’t want Salem to think he needed him. He wanted Salem to know that they were together because they wanted to be. Not because they needed to be. The other part was that others knowing they needed each other painted a big red target on both there backs. After all, being someones weakness made you a way to get to them. They didn’t have many living threats but they did come a long now and then. The last thing Cayden wanted was for something to happen to Salem because of him. That would kill him. 

“Mmmm… Deer…” He smirked a bit as he could just about taste it. “Can’t wait t’eat… Gamey taste.” He purred out as he licked his lips. He watched the person cower away, continuing to growl lowly. “Mm… Wish I could… I ain’t slept well in days. Been makin’ sure y’been sleepin’ better…’

Thankfully the pack house wasn’t to far off as Cayden had never been more happy to see it in his life. He was just so ready to curl up in Salem’s bed. Be there when he got home. “Gonna make sure they serve it for dinner t’night.” He promised as they walked towards the front door. Cayden nodding to a few pack members. “Ya’sleep good’a’night.” He pointed out with a smile. “Won’t ya’ brother?”

Salem had for a long time, thought his father weak because he’d faded after his mother’s death. He’d not understood that bond between mates, but it was a different story now. If he didn’t have Cayden, Salem knew he’d become far more of a monster than he already was, or he’d fade just like his father. But while they were pushing three thousand respectively, they weren’t old yet. Whenever he heard that pleased growl rumble deep in Cayden’s chest it pleased Salem to know he satisfied his omega, even with just his fingers. As much as he would have loved to skip over this part, it had been a while, their time apart meant that if Salem did skip this, then he ran the risk of hurting Cayden and while they both loved a little pain, Salem didn’t inflict it on his mate unintentionally. 

The demand not to tease had Salem chuckling, almost tempting him to do just that because he was a bastard, but he held off, his own impatience winning over this time. There would be time for teasing later, that he was sure of. He pumped his fingers faster, working up to three quickly, making sure that Cayden was good and stretched out for his cock. As soon as he felt Cayden was ready, Salem pulled his fingers back, using his mate’s slick to coat his length with a few quick strokes before he was pressing the tip against Cayden’s hole. “All yours Cay.” Salem growled before he pushed in, savouring the feeling of them being connected once more. 

If Salem had just gone straight into fucking him, Cayden would have taken It. He would have been okay after they’d gotten going but he did appreciate that Salem held some self restraint. His fingers where skilled and had Cayden slicked up more without there touch. He would enjoy it more since Salem took the time to do this for him and though he wanted more, he knew this was a better way to start things. Before he’d left they’d been busy moving into the city, after all, and that didn’t leave a lot of time for breeding. Not that Cayden could complain. He was just happy that they were getting back into this part of there relationship. Both of them were very physical beings, after all, and losing that, even a little part of that, with Salem would have been horrible. It was good to be settling in with the pack and getting back to normal. 

Malcolm hiccupped and smiled slightly when the other wrapped an arm around him. “Gotcha… what all did ya hunt, baby brother?” He slurred slightly as he looked down to him before looking around for a moment, noticing eyes on them. He snarled lowly and bared his teeth, making the other person cower away. “C'mon… wanna go home… sleep…” He murmured.

A low laugh, one that sounded more like a growl than anything else, came from Cayden as Malcolm hiccupped. They didn’t drink that often when they were moving around on all fours. There bodies weren’t used to the alcohol and it was clearly affecting Malcolm. “Deer. Gotta scent on my way in. Didn’t take much.” He shrugged his shoulders as Malcolm scared someone off. Cayden glared them down as they left the two in a hurry. “Seem like ya’could pass out righ’ere brother.” Cayden teased as they walked up the street.

Salem very rarely, if ever, talked about where he’d come from, his parents, his childhood. It was uninteresting to him, standard. His father had been an alpha of a reasonable pack, his mother a kind woman, murdered. When Salem’s father died from the grief of her loss, it had fallen to Salem to pick up the pieces and build something for himself, and that was exactly what he’d done. He’d built himself a powerful, large and strong pack with wolves he was proud to call his own. He’d met Cayden, the omega that had captivated him from day one, who Salem had to have and now did. There was little the alpha could truly complain about in his life. 

He took a moment to admire Cayden, blue eyes tracing over every inch of him before Salem turned him. It made the alpha groan when his mate pushed his hips out, so easily took this position for him. Salem knew no one else got this side of Cayden, that it was reserved for him alone and that fact, eased the darkest possessive side of him. A growl vibrated low in Salem’s chest, he could already smell his mate’s arousal, the scent making him drunk with the need to be inside his omega. He knew talking wasn’t something Cayden opted to do and it was why Salem made him, because he loved to hear it and to know that Cayden only begged him, only asked him for anything. Those three very simple words were all it took to snap Salem’s control and he gave a growling moan, kissing Cayden hard. He dragged Cayden’s hips back a little more, giving him an even better angle before Salem’s fingers teased at his mate’s hole, felt the slick already building there. He knew what Cayden could take, they’d done this enough times to be completely in tune with one another, so Salem’s fingers pushed in, quickly working up from one to two. “Mine, all fuckin’ mine Cayden.” Salem growled, biting down hard on Cayden’s shoulder as he fucked him with his fingers. 

Of course, Cayden had heard stories about werewolves dying of grief after the passing of their mates. Or even stories of mates dying together on the same day because one passed. He didn’t ever think it was possible for something like that to actually happen. It seemed stupid to rely on someone so much. To have his life depend on someone else’s so completely. It was weakness. One that Cayden had fought hole heartedly but lost. He understood completely how a mate could dye after there other half passed. Salem was half of him. Take that half away and there was no way Cayden would keep on going. Hell, being away from him for a few days was enough. Let alone having him die. Cayden tried not think about it. If anything he, selfishly, hoped he’d die first. Just so he didn’t have to deal with that sort of loss. Besides, he liked to believe that Salem could live on without him if it came down to that.