#wolf!steve

COCKWARMING WITH- ???!?31/1/2/?! OHHH MY GOD TAKE ME NOW he's soooo big. steve already has the dong of the century but wolf hybrid!steve??? jesus, it's a third leg. it's thick and long and veiny and stuffs you stupid, and it's your personal seat. you're always cockwarming him, he'll watch a movie with you on the couch and immediately slip under your little skirt to push himself inside of you. and the togetherness gives him extra opportunities to scent you, his chin hooked over your shoulder as he butts his ears into your neck and rubs his nose along your jaw, smothering you in his scent

he's a big fan of cumming on you and not just in you!! well, what he does is he cums in you every single time, but there's definitely some overflow 'cause he just cums so. much. and what he does is he drags his hand through the excess that's seeping out of your gaping cunt and he drags it along your thighs, then your stomach, then your tits. he'll lick you clean, too, panting as he laps up his cum from between your tits and licks it up into your mouth.

if you ever whine or complain about him cockwarming you- be careful. he won't ever be rude or forceful, but he'll explain himself in such an endearing (and attractive) way that you can't say no.

"Jus' wanna make sure you smell like me, angel." His brows are furrowed in concern, "Don't you wanna be mine?"

There was a yelp and heavy growls from beyond the pack of wolves, and the victor snorted in disgust at the cries, his gaze turning towards the sound. The downed wolf tried to slide away, but was met with fangs sinking into his ruff and slamming him full force back into the bloodied earth, not having been given permission to move. A split in the pack and a smaller light colored female was herded in, snaps at her haunches leaving her spinning, trying to fight back. But she was outnumbered, and when she saw what was happening, she to dropped her belly to the ground, slithering forward. Her muzzle nuzzled against the victors neck, whining her devotion, but that just resulted in a snap to her neck and a yelp as she scuttled to the old alpha, cowering against him. She no longer had favor here, he was her last hope. 

It was Steves time to make his first decision as Alpha, release Brock and his own personal mate Alana, or would he kill them both. He had the right to, he defeated the old alpha,and his mate broke the code of bonding, with Brock of all choices. But he wasnt a killer, not when it was unnecessary. Instead of mauling the two of them with heavy snaps of his jaw like he was tempted to, he turned away and scraped dirt at the two of them, like a animal burying his waste, and shook out his ruff, shaking off the remnants of aggression that had bristled his fur. The silver toned wolf padded away, two of his pack mates broke away from the group, a equally large white wolf with a limp, and a darker mottled wolf, loping to catch up. The two disgraced were soon snapped and growled at, the remaining members of the pack chasing them down old running trails, and when the disgraced wolves crossed into no mans land, the pack paced the line, howling about there disgrace to any neighboring packs. Brock flashed his canines in anger at his old pack and nudging Alana with his long muzzle, the two sprinted off into the night.  

Couple Years Later- 

With a groan Steve covered his face at the glaring sun, and he rolled out of bed, running a hand through his hair and back over his face. Morning, always glaring yet persistent. He was a creature of habit, so he appreciated it. Stretching his arms over his head and twisting a bit till he got the satisfied pops in his back he was looking for, he got up and made his way to the bathroom, grabbing a pair of sweats on his way in. 

Few minutes later, he was going to make a cup of coffee, stirring it slowly watching the cream he had collected from the fridge swirl around in that tracing way before it melded into a soft syrup color, and he opened his door wide and stepped out onto the covered porch of his cabin, breathing in deeply. For most it would be a breath of fresh air, but for Steve, it was like the morning news. Closing his eyes to the foggy haze stretched among the towering pines before him, the scents hit him, the pack chased down a buck, its blood still a metallic tang in the air that he could taste on his tongue. Border patrol just passed a few minutes ago, Sam took the pups with him this time to start to build there stamina. Further up the mountain, they were logging again, the trees seeping sap a tang in the crisp morning air, soon it will be time to bring a truck up there to collect. And then there... it sidled all sneaking in his senses. A scent he wasnt familiar with, like wild honeysuckle and fresh ferns just unfurling in the light. An earthy scent that made the wolf in him perk up, the large beast pacing in his mind. 

<Must find Steve, does she not smell good?> In which Steve inhaled once more, trying to catch it again, his coffee abandoned on the railing, and he left a barefoot trail through the dew covered grass, his nose still seeking for that scent. 

Stop, Im trying to concentrate. The wolf kept pacing heavily in his mind, wanting to take over. Steve strengthened his resolve to not shift. There! He caught it again, and wandered from dewy grass to cold pine needles, they muffled the sound of his walking, but soon members of the pack weaved after there Alpha, and Sam moved up next to him, keeping even with Steve. “I smell her, did she cross over from the southern border.” Steve inquired Sam, which the mottled wolf growled in response, a soft yes. Howls started up, announcing they were incoming and thats when Steve picked up others streaming from among the trees, the fog still clinging to the ground shifting at the disturbance. 

Thats when he was hit with the outsiders scent for the first time. Honeysuckle and morning ferns? Oh it was more then that, it was dripping warm honeycomb plucked fresh from the hive, the sweetness of wild clover being plucked and sucked on, that fresh freezing stream that runs back of his cabin, always seemed to have a tinge of ice laced through it. Womanly.. Female. He sought out the unfamiliar wolf, and his eyes roamed over the familiar members of his pack till he saw her, lowered slightly next to Bucky, his large muzzle once in a while nudging her forward with a press to her ribs and she would skirt forward. Everything in her language showed her complying. <Ours> Steves wolf paced and started to push harder for control, pushing at the mind block Steve normally maintained, making the Alpha take a deep breath to calm his mind, big mistake as he was hit with her scent all over again, making him growl softly. 

You had arrived at this packs border just before dawn, when the morning was in that phase you could start to see shapes in the darkness, as a human. For your wolf, everything was clearly visible, and you had hit the scent. It was multiple wolves, the pack larger then most. The one you were seeking. You knew this Alpha was one of the better ones, have heard the stories of his pack thriving when others struggled. So you waited, and didnt have to wait for long when yellow eyes burned at you from nearby brush studying you. Scrambling up from where you lay, you gave a light wag of your tail, waiting for an invitation. The large white wolf stepped out, and seemed to continue studying you. Bucky, you recognized his description, mostly white, silver lacing his fur along one side, and he limped slightly. He studied you for a moment before crossing over with a leap, he brushed around you, scenting your fur with heavy huffs burying into your ruff, growling for you to drop, submit. You wouldnt be getting near the alpha if you wouldnt comply to one of his secondsl and you lowered your whole body, flashing your throat to him in submission. Another growl became an invitation to join him and Bucky loped off in his off kilter gate, and you leaped to follow, keeping just behind him. 

All the new wolves that joined you made your senses swarm, so you never scented the Alphas presence, not at first. It was when you broke from the thick trees onto a well worn path you first saw him, standing among others, and what surprised you first was he remained human to greet you. A tall man, sweat pants slung lower around the hips, shirtless, a mat of dark blonde hair swathing his chest and muscled arms folded across it, waiting. You could see he was reading you, his features all male. Beard covered jawline, dark hair brushed back from his face, and his eyes snapped open to narrow in on you, making you sink lower in respect. 

When he stepped forward, thats when he separated for the packs scent, and it hit so hard the fur along your back bristled in surprise, making Bucky growl at you in warning. But it wasnt aggression firing your reaction, and your pupils blew at the sensation. How would you describe it? Virile, Tang of pine and sharp metal, the way a fire burns blue hot and sears when you even go near it, hint of iron blood, he was alpha and even now he towered over you. Bucky gave a warning snap and you looked away, calming yourself. Steve squatted more to your level, an alpha that will come to your level? and held out his hand for you, not touching, but offering. 

“Welcome to the Compound Little Wolf, my name is Steve.” his baritone was deep, but still had a hint of lightness to it. Instead of a harsh demanding look, some of his features softened, and you took the chance, moving to a sit and pressing your nose into his palm, and he cupped around your muzzle and let his hand shift along the side of your head to dig into those long fingers into your ruff. Oh that feels good... <Yes Y/N! Hes meant to touch us> You inhaled his scent again and it washed over you, making your wolf want to rumble with pleasure, but you kept quiet for now. 

“Come on, lets go back to my cabin, and you can tell me your story.” He gave one last brush of his hand and pushed to a stand, and the pack started howling, prancing in place before they all lunged forward to race off, Bucky next to you gave a light wag of his tail and also pounced off, to reach Steve. You sat there for a minute and started to follow after Bucky, the rules here were different, you werent entirely sure how to act. Normally the Alpha would pin you, establish dominance, maybe see what it took to make you show your throat to him. Then he would decide, let you live or take it. But not this man, he never even tried. So instead you brought up the rear, the trees started to thin out more and more, turning to towering shady pines that easily Steve in his over six foot frame walked underneath, Grass started to shoot up among the needles, and soon they led you into a clearing, small cabins littering here and there along the tree line, a large structure at one end and in the middle looked like a large gathering area, a large firepitt. The two didnt pause, and continued onto a nearby cabin set off further from the rest, edging a lake. 

Steve looked down at Bucky. “Go see if you can scrounge up a outfit for our guest Buck. Probably Wanda has something she can spare.” In which the white wolf flicked a ear in response and trotted off without another look back at you, and Steve walked onto a nearby porch, grabbing a coffee cup and tossing the cold coffee into the drive, and he opened the door. “Come on in.” Steve offered and you skirted past him and into his cabin. Steve followed along behind, knowing Bucky would be along soon enough. Inside it was simply set up, wide windows ran along one wall to show the lake that the cabin was edging, along with a long deck that allowed you to go out to the deeper end. The edges of the shoreline showed deep green pines and stone grey beaches, scattering with logs. Steve set his cup in the kitchen sink and turned to watch you.

<Mark her... shes ours. Cant you feel it?> Steves wolf growled, his tail lifted and nose in the air, scenting her again. Steve didnt make the mistake dragging in air to fill his lungs after last time. Having you in this enclosed space was even more noticeable. He wondered if you were having a time like he was, thankfully his control had been honed through the years. “You can shift back whenever your ready. Bucky be back soon with some clothes. I will be out on the deck when your ready to come chat. Help yourself, theres coffee, water, beer... thats about it.” Moving to his back door, he stepped out, letting the clear air cleanse him, shaking his head and his wolf growled at him. <Why are you leaving her unmarked? Another alpha could take her. If you dont I will take her, I have no problem pining that little wolf in my bite.> Fucking hell.... dont make me muzzle you. The wolf snorted in disdain and flashed his canines in warning at his human counterpart. Remember the last mate we took? Didnt end up so well. That left him bristling remembering her, his ears flattening. <Alana is no wolf, shes was a viper in our nest.>

You waited and there was a short knock a few minutes later, and a man entered, his eyes scanning till he saw you. Gruffly he set a pile of clothes on the table, and without a word he let you to pick through, going out onto the porch, snapping the door shut. That must be Bucky, you wrinkled your nose. He was just as silent as a human as wolf. Bracing yourself for the thankfully quick process of shifting forms, you tug on the clothes, they were a size bigger then you would normally wear, but beggers cant be choosers. Running your hands through your hair, you make your way to the glass door and the packs Alpha. You also suspect Bucky was an alpha by nature as well, he was almost the same size as Steve in human form, the two of them standing with there backs to you, just about shoulder to shoulder. You cracked open the door just in time to hear a growling comment. 

“Yea, well dont let her cloud your senses, I saw the change in you.” Bucky heard the door open and looked over his shoulder, his eyes raking over you to see what you looked like, and gave a nod to Steve before walking past you to leave you two alone. Steve remained looking at the lake, but you saw his shoulders stiffen before tilting his head more towards you. You wondered if he was having an inner debate as you were about to. Your little wolf was starting to howl, wanting to give herself over already to the Alpha before her, prance and rub herself up against him, invite him to play. <Oh lets present, touch him, wrap around him.> This was gonna be harder then you anticipated. Youve never had this kind of reaction to anyone. Your hands hugged around your torso for the control. 

Steve took in the whole demeanor, the way you hugged yourself and hunched your shoulders, your eyes they looked but didnt see, unfocused. You were feeling it just as he was, and last thing he wanted to think that he was gonna manipulate you physically. “You got nothing to worry about... Whats your name?” He moved to one of the alpine chairs nearby, and sat down, one leg crossing over the other and you followed suit, perching on the edge of the seat. “Y/N, and from further south, as im sure you can tell.” 

“Yes, thats the direction I first scented you this morning.” Steve gave a smile, and when you returned one in return, both him and his wolf preened a bit. It was a fitting look from you, your features not so drawn in worry looking. The ache in his gut in how badly he wanted to tug you into his lap, the clothes, he could tell they were Wandas were just slightly to big, the shirt hanging loose, but not enough to him to get a peek at the delicate curve of your shoulder, oh how badly Steve and the wolf wanted to see it. “Why did you travel all this way, and alone? Its dangerous... “ Steve didnt want to point out the obvious. Unmated wolves, drew attention, sometimes not always the kind wanted. 

“Things, are not like this elsewhere Steve.” You started and hesitated a bit, both you and your wolf wanted to hide away, She whined in your head and curled up, her tail flicking over her face at the memory. “The alphas are selling off unmated wolves, to whoever wants them at this point. I was able to escape before I was collared at the monetary exchange.” You didnt go into details about what happened during the process, you pushed that all down to continue with your story. “Its also not in the deep south anymore, its basically on your doorstep.” Your eyes darted at him, and right now he said nothing. An L shape of his fingers pressing along his cheek and jaw, which was clenched as he heard more of what you were saying. 

Steve was well aware of what you were talking of, but never up here. This was a practice that was a barbaric practice the alphas before him had done away with. Brock initially brought it up to return it, that made Steve challenge him in the first place, among other reasons. “How far did you travel?” He asked you now, trying to figure out where the pack was you initially were from.

“2 days of steady travel once I lost the trackers coming for me. I- I honestly dont know if they will continue to track me. My Alpha, he isnt one to give up so easily.” You fold up your legs and tug your shirt over your knees, a sign to Steve of making yourself small, unnoticed. <Oh we see you Little One, you cant hide from us> The wolf in him watched closely, making sure you were safe. Your words, your tone really stirred him, rumbling in Steves mind that you might have come to any kind of harm, Steve felt his own growl roll from his chest, quickly clearing his throat when you seem to perk up at him. 

“Y/N, I dont turn any away that are in trouble, and your Ex- Alpha can try to reclaim you, but unless you decide to leave, he wont have any right to you.” This had the wolf snapping in agitation, and Steve slammed up a wall to block him out, not wanting to deal with the agitated beast. “I have a spare room, today we can show you how everything is set up, go from there. You can decide if you want to join us.” <She cant leave, shes ours. we will protect her.> Ignoring him, Steve continued. “Tomorrow is a full moon run, most the pack will be attending. Its up to you. When your ready, I will have Sam show you around.” His wolf settled down, if they couldnt show her, Sam was the best choice, mated male and his second. Sams mate would probably join them in there travels. 

You rewarded him with another soft smile, and you nodded while loosening your earlier tight grasp around your legs. “Okay Steve, I would like that... “ Again Steve softened for that look and his wolf wagged the tip of his tail. He reached over and gave you a proper shake of hands in greeting. “You got a lot of ground to cover with Sam, lets get that started.” 

Just as Steve predicted, Sams mate Sara, immediately welcomed you with open arms. “Of course we can, we will bring her back to your place afterwards.” she smiled assured at Steve and the two of you disappeared into Sams home. Steve was loathe to let you go off, his wolf even more so. <An unmated alpha will pick up her scent.> The wolf growled while Steve made his way towards the large building, Bucky stood waiting patiently with his hands in his pockets. “What did you tell her?” Bucky asked, not remarking on the agitated walk Steve had at the moment. 

“That she can stay if she wants. She was gonna be sold Buck. They almost collared her.” Steve yanked open a garage door and sighed. “And before you even start about it, yea... I noticed. Hit me like a ton of bricks okay. But im in control.” 

Bucky arched a brow and went inside, going through some keys on a side table before tossing them to Steve. “You sure? Your wolf is just gonna keep pushing until something happens.” 

Yanking open the trucks door, Steve climbed into the 18 wheeler and settled behind the wheel, waiting on Bucky. “Im sure, I cant make a mistake like I did with Alana.” He shoved keys into the ignition and it roared to life. Bucky settled back into the seat and shook his head in disagreement with Steve. 

“Man, you gotta let that go. You sure as hell didnt know and you were what... 20? You got caught up in the moment, and did what you thought was right after you bit her. The bitch had everyone fooled.” 

“I should have known Buck. That it was all hormones and no connection.” He edged the truck forward and started to go up towards the lot to collect the logs for the mill. “Im not gonna put myself, or the pack through that again. Yes, theres something... but nothing is going to come from it right this second or ever. I got to much going on now to think about taking a mate. Whos to even say she is going to stay.” 

Bucky dropped it for now, seeing that Steve wasnt going to admit to himself what was that apparent. Steve went quiet to, thinking back on his years with his ex. He sworn that they were a pair. The moment he met her, he couldnt control himself, and in his haste he marked her as his own that first night. She had been all for it, hanging off his arm for a while. Then she started showing interest in other males, when Steve confronted her about her actions, Alana always brushed it off as his wolf being aggressive, jealous. Many nights of yelling, they would get physical with one another as there wolves raged in battle with one another and after the violence leaving marks, it would turn into angry rutting sex, each trying to out do the other. Forgiveness would come after they were both beaten, exhausted. 

That was until He caught her with Brock. His hand flexed around the wheel, and turned white knuckle. The betrayal still cut. 

Once the two men arrived to the yard, they hopped out and with the rest of the team started loading the logs, making counts, and planning maintenance of the land, where they would replant, and what kind of wood they would start to grow. Since they lived much longer then typical humans, and they needed to maintain there source of income, the connection to the humans. All they knew, they were loggers living with there families in there own little community. They had a few humans employees, but none lived in The Compound. Steve was always able to dissuade them in different ways. 

They worked quickly once they got to the logging yard, and within a few hours Steve was maneuvering the truck with Bucky in the passenger seat down the mountain and to the mill, after getting the load unhooked, another trailer attached and Steve made sure they collected the check, he made his way back to the truck. “Hey, im gonna split and stay in town a bit.” Bucky said as he grabbed his jacket from the trucks cab and hopped down. Steve shrugged a bit, knowing the bachelor frequented after hours at some dames house when he wasnt doing pack duties. Steve never asked who, and Bucky never offered to tell. “Sure... see you tomorrow morning. Dont do anything I wouldnt do.” Steve said joking and Bucky smirked, giving a salute. 

“Well, I always do buddy. Dont get yourself all tongue tied up with that girl.” Whistling, Bucky turned on his heels and walked away, leaving Steve scowling to himself a bit. Starting up, he headed back to The Compound, and his wolf settled in happy. <Lets go home to our mate>

Shes not our mate. 

<Ha, she will be. I know she belongs to us. Just wait till we get hands on her, you will see how she responds.> The wolf smug as always. 

Were not doing anything of the sorts, shes here for protection from a terrible situation. 

<Yea, we will be protecting her while we put our mark on her> The wolf licked his jaws with a swipe of his tongue. 

Steve still didnt know how he could have two such personalities in him, some days he thought he would loose his mind. Soon he was pulling back in, just as night started to fall, and once he had it parked, and locked up the massive garage, he glanced at his cabin, to see it all aglow. At first he was surprised, its always been cold and dark sitting on the lakes edge, but no... this time he was actually going home to someone. 

Sam and Sara returned you a couple hours ago to the Alphas house, you were tired, it was alot to see on your first day. They had driven you on an ATV around some of the property line, it was expansive. Much larger then any territory you had been on before and could see now how Steve was able to maintain such a large pack. They also took you up the mountain to show you there operation. How they kept up there cover with the humans, and also raised funds necessary to survive. 

Once you returned, Sam assuring you that Steve would probably be back in an hour or two, you first waited on the edge of the couch, looking around the mans home. Your wolf pawing and brushing up against your minds wall, wanting to roll in his scent to get it all over. Will you stop. You chide her as you push off the couch, and start to explore a bit. First breezing over his bookshelf, and stepping through the small kitchen, to look around. Yea, you opened cupboards and drawers, looked in his fridge. Then you stepped into the hallway and started towards the three doors all begging to be peaked into. 

<He will like it, smelling us through his house, on his things, we are his after all> Your little wolf hummed happily now that you were looking around, the first door you popped open was his bathroom, small and clean. Stepping in, You popped open the shampoo bottle and inhaled. It did have a hint of his scent, masculine. You set it back down, and back out to the next door. Or maybe not? Just cause theres an attraction doesnt mean anything. 

Your wolf snorted at you <Then why you going through his stuff if you dont crave him?>

Shut up, you know how Alphas can be. Give them a little, you loose everything. Why would we want that? This time the little wolf of your mind didnt say anything to retort back, just wrinkling her muzzle in warning at your words. Next door opened and it showed a bed, dresser, lovely view of the lake. This must be your room for the night. On the end of the bed, there was some folded womens clothes and much to your surprise a large over sized tee, which when you picked it up and pressed it to your face, smelled just like him. It hit you hard, your lower gut clenching and your thighs tightened to control the throb that made you quake. Your fingers curled in the fabric, and left you panting. Dropping the shirt, your little wolfs triumph howl echoed through your mind. and with a drag of your teeth over you lips, you eyed the last door, the final door. 

Steves room.

This is where you smelled him strongest, that masculine scent of fresh pine and fire swept over you and you couldnt stop yourself from sliding inside the room. He had a large bed, it actually took up a majority of the room, and much like yours, it faced the lake. A nightstand, simple dresser and doors to a closet and attached bathroom was all that was left. Your hand runs over the quilt on the bed, and you move to a kneel on it, sitting back on your ankles as you keep getting yourself high on his scent. Your eyes close and your head tips back. A pleasured haze swirls in your mind, and your body responds in the only way it knows how. 

Your little wolf is quiet finally, and you can get lost in your mind, imaging Steves hands rough, and yet gentle on you roaming your body, his nose dragging along your neck like he cant get enough,thinking this you bite your bottom lip to make it plump. Your hand now falls between your thighs at these thoughts, and pressing against your core through the cloth, as your imagination takes a different tone. Laying your body out and his head dropping to your breast, pulling at your nipple between sharp teeth, your fingers press harder at the images in your head, making you whimper and start gyrating your hips into your palm. Soft pants rush out and then you imagine him flipping you over to your stomach, arching your ass into the air and his hot breath flushing against your neck, just behind your ear. “Your gonna be a good girl for me Little Wolf?” Calling you the same name he did this morning, and giving you that bite at the nape of your neck, where any mate would pin you down, and you cry out, as you orgasm and fall against the bed, pressing your face into his pillow. Coming down was slow, you were now on edge and ashamed of your actions. 

Not your wolf though, she was purring and stretching at the satisfying feeling buzzing through you <Just imagine how much better it will be with your Alpha> Your quickly rolling off the bed, and making sure its all straightened out. Your wolf huffs out <Hes gonna smell you in here you know...> You ignore her and rush out, deciding that maybe the best thing to do is just act like you hadnt invaded his private space, and maybe turned yourself on just a bit to much. Dinner... Dinner is a good idea. Lets make him dinner to thank him. With a rush you leave his room, making sure the door is closed behind you and make your way into the kitchen. 

Quick inspection of his fridge proved two things, he was a beer man, as well as a liquor man from the contents on top of the fridge. He also liked to eat. There was an array of food, but what really caught your eye was some steaks he had wrapped in wax paper. Taking them out, you let them sit on the counter, and start making the a salad and toast off some garlic bread. Digging out a cast iron, you drop butter and some dried herbs in the pan. Outside it had turned dark, you flicking on a overhead light and you saw Steve had a small radio up on the kitchen counter. Simply hitting on, the music of an old rock station started to play, and you let yourself just enjoy that moment, forgetting you were a hunted unmated wolf, that this was an Alphas house you didnt know, and yet you felt perfectly at home in. No, right now it was just something as simple as pan frying steaks and making sure you didnt burn the damn bread. 

Coming up the steps, Steve wondered if he should knock on his own door to let you know he was coming, the music drifting to him made him grin, and your shadow flickered through the light falling through the window. <Look at our mate, making herself right to home> His wolf observed. Yes, she does seem to be comfortable in our place... His wolf simply growled with content, still sure that the female on the other side was his. Steve did happen to knock, and letting himself in. You hadnt noticed though as you stood at the stove, swaying your hips one way, your head the opposite and you sang right along

“Pour some sugar on me

C'mon, fire me up

Pour your sugar on me

I can't get enough

I'm hot, sticky sweet

From my head to my feet, yeah...” This is where you had picked up the beat, arching a bit to your toes, and lifting the fork to your lips to mimic singing in a microphone. Fuck shes damn cute... <Cute? Shes perfect>

Steve cleared his throat loudly, and was grinning while leaning against one of the counters, watching as you swung around with a fork in hand, wide eyed in surprise. Red laced up your neck and into your cheeks, flinching as if you had displeased him, making you stutter a bit to answer and he interrupts you. “It smells really good Y/N, you certainly didnt have to do this, but thank you.” He gave nothing more then a warm smile, and you returned it, relaxing when you saw he wasnt upset with you. 

“It was the least I could do for everything.” You return to the stove and flip the steaks, keeping them on the rare side, you plated them, and set them aside. 

Why in the hell would she think I would be upset about her cooking? Steves mind raced, and his wolf rumbled in anger. <Because someone has probably beat her before.>

“Im just gonna go jump in the shower quickly. Wanna eat out on the deck? Its a nice evening out.” After you nodded in agreement, he turned away, heading towards his bedroom. It surprised Steve how right this felt, it was never this way with Alana in the years they were mated together. Usually when he returned home from a day away, she was either demanding sex from him, or was restless, whining, pacing complaining about being left alone. Steve tried to alleviate her discomfort by trying to balance pack life and his mate, but it never seemed to be enough. This though... there was no tension to him coming home to this female. Even his wolf was calm and settled, just soft brushes in his mind cause he knew she was in the kitchen, and seemed content. Stepping into his bedroom, it hit him full force. 

There was no hiding the growl that ripped from him scenting you in his space. HIs eyes flashed yellow as his hold just about wrenched his door handle off before he released it, allowing the door to swing shut. Fuck if it wasnt the best thing he ever scented, even more then this mornings encounter. Couldnt drag it in enough, heavy huffs as he searched it out, and there, it was strongest on the bed, making him hard at the remnants of your scented arousal. It made him a bit high, and he didnt even realize the low possessive rumbles rolling from him as every nerve along his body strained, partially to go claim you as his. Even his wolf’s fur stood on end, his muzzle lifted in the air, howling for his mate. 

Still in a high, as he laid on the bed and just let himself get under control at the raging wolf in his mind, and his own bodies reaction. “Fucking hell” he cursed as his need ripped a fire through him. When it wasnt going away, he ripped off his clothes while getting up, grabbing a clean pair of jeans and a tee. Stepping in the shower and flipping the water to ice fucking cold, he let the cold water cascade of his shoulders and back. Yet that fire still wasnt going anywhere, it was simmering just as hotly in his lower gut, his erection still pressing against his lower stomach although it felt like ice was pelting him. Giving in to his needs, he wrapped a hand around his erection and started to jerk himself off, letting himself imagine you were with him in the shower, your hands rubbing his cock, while your wide eyes looked up at you, your lips full, beaded with droplets of water that your tongue would flick off. 

The image alone made him jerk faster, bringing himself closer. Picturing your hands sweeping over his chest, nails lightly scratching, soft nips traveling down his body, and your sinking to your knees. Steve fell forward in his ice shower, his hand bracing against the wall, his head dropped forward, and picturing you lowering to your knees before him in his mind, well that sent him over, and heavy ropes of cum sprayed against the shower wall, and he took ragged breaths, just waiting to return back from his unsatisfactory orgasm. Giving himself a light shake to dispel the energy rippling through him, he grabbed his soap and shampoo, making quick work of cleaning himself off. Stepping out, a whisk of a towel of his body and through his hair, he got dressed, sure to be quick going through his room so he wasnt caught up again. 

Coming back out, Steve didnt see you in the kitchen, but there was a soft candle glow outside and you had made you had the food set on the table outside, but you still werent anywhere to be seen. Stepping out onto the deck himself, he leaned against the railing watching you when he finally caught sight of you. The moon, not quite full was silhouetted against your form at the end of the dock, outlining all your curved features, you seem to be studying the water, your foot dipping in before you pull it back out. Then to his surprise you arched your back, hands raised over your head and jumped into the water, diving into the darkness out of sight. 

Steves wolf was howling to you when you disappeared from sight, welcoming you to The Pack. The man let himself get caught in it, tipping his head back and his deep baritone lifted in the barely there night sky, echoing over the lake and behind him, answering calls filled the woods with the cries of pack mates. Lilting in different tones, the pack howl echoing to travel further then usual till all wolves in neighboring territories to there land would pause in hesitation, ears perked and exchanging looks, they to would answer back, establishing there strength against the wolves of the mountain. Two outsiders skirted in the no mans land, the strips of land between borders that was meant to keep wolves from crossing into another, noses to the ground. Following the sweet honeyed unmated scent of the runaway female. They to heard the massive cry, pausing to flick ears back and forth, and promptly, they turned in sync, racing towards the sound, swift and silent in there travels. 

Moodboard Inspiration By Sims 

Your little wolf lolled on her back and stretched her legs out, twisting her body back and forth like she was scratching her back. <Because you weren't allowed these basic things before Y/N> 

I remember, trust me I haven't forgotten. You thought back as you lifted the mug to sip the black coffee, and searched out for a sugar bowl. Once you found it, you scooped in enough for a taste and looked around the cabin. Alone once again, you smiled to yourself. Honestly, this kind of life you could get used to. Morning coffee out on the deck, have the freedom to be in your human side or wolf side. Not have your old alpha breathing down your neck, controlling all your movements. Your hand absently came to an old scar on your shoulder, rubbing at it as it started to ache. One of the many bites you've been issued from your old pack. Although never properly claimed, you would never lose any of them. 

Shaking it off, you popped open the door and came out to see that The Compound was bustling, trucks coming and going from the large garage at the other end of the clearing, a bunch of kids were herded into another vehicle, and across the lot, Sara headed over with a greeting, a wave of her hand before she got close enough to speak. “Hey, I was heading into town, you wanted to come? Can hook you up with some clothes and such.” 

You look down at your outfit. Wearing a woman's named Wanda's shorts, and wearing the oversized tee that you had a feeling belonged to Steve, knotted at your side so it wouldn't fall almost to your knees. “I would but... well I didn't come with anything. I don't have any cash or such.” You tried to shrug off your situation and Sara dug in her pocket pulling out a card. “Steve dropped this off to me this morning, and we know Alphas don't take no for an answer. Might as well come along and get what you want.” 

“I don't know...” You started, rubbing at your arm. “Steve didn't exactly say I could leave the grounds. And I don't want to upset the Alpha already.” Sara frowned and shook her head, smiling. “Trust me, Steve isn't like that at all. He won't mind, I know he wants you to have what you need while you're here. If you want, I can call him? I know Sams got his phone on him, and they went up together to the lot.” 

You finally give in, and finish off the last swallow of your coffee. “Okay, I trust you. Give me five and I will be ready to go.” You pop back in the house and Sara comes up the steps, following you in to wait. Going to the bathroom, your finger brushes your hair, glancing around to see if Steve happened to keep a comb or something. Probably in his room, but you weren't risking that again. 

<Chicken shit> your little wolf snickered, and you rolled your eyes at your reflection, muttering under your breath. “your such a bitch.” 

<Sure we are> sharp yips echoing in your mind as laughter. Deeming yourself looking fine, you come back out, lifting the back of your shorts back up as they slid down a bit, scowling. “Clothes are desperately needed. These are just too big.” 

“That's the spirit” Sara loped and arm through yours, and ou two headed out of the cabin and to a vehicle that Sara dug keys out of her back pocket. You two headed out of the compound, and you couldn't help a bit of the panicked feeling, which Sara must have picked up on. Your breathing and heart race both lifting slightly. “Hey, I promise he's okay with this. Giving a nod, and taking a deep breath, your little wolf shook out her nerves before settling back down. 

<Steve won't hurt us.> Stated so sincerely and with conviction, you let yourself agree, and settled in the seat, taking in the scenery and Saras talking about how she and Sam met. You couldn't help but smile to yourself listening, it was apparent how much she loved her mate. For the first time in a long time, you just did something as normal as hanging out and shopping. You were happy, as well as your little wolf, although there was the occasional pining for Steve, which you promptly continued shutting that down with frustration. If you don't stop, I'm throwing up the maze for you to work through... 

<You got enough, let's go home.> prancing in places, her tail wagging at the idea. You couldn't help but smile at how happy your wolf side was now. There wasn't cowering aggression constantly rippling through you anymore. Soon, we will head back to the cabin. 

<Home.>

Maybe home. Were not sure yet. 

<After tonights run, it will be home.> you're yanking a shirt off over your head, retorting back. Its been a whole day, and who knows if we're still being hunted? You are so damn ready to bond with this male, and then what? That's it. This is where we will always belong.

<What's wrong with that?>

Before you could even answer your wolf, or pause Sara at the dressing room door since you were distracted between the two simultaneous happenings at the same time, the door open. "So I thought this color- oh sweetie" she gasped at your back. Grabbing the shirt you had just pulled off and holding it to your front, trying to spin out of sight, but this is a dressing room, and there was no hiding from all the mirrors behind you. 

"Are you okay?" Sara is sure to close the door and you still clutching the shirt. "Who did that to you?"

"It doesn't matter.... " shame floods your face and your little wolf whines while wrapping around herself, a soft quivering ball in your mind going down your spine. "Please... Don't say anything, I don't want anyone knowing." I don't want Steve knowing. 

Sara breathed out and her gaze went from the mirror to your face, that looks of sadness just bringing more shame. Her hands came up to cup your face and make you look at her. “I won't say anything, it is your story to tell. But if you want to, I'm right here. Steve too, he would want to know.” You wolf whined at his name, the feeling of yearning rolling through your chest, to have him see you and not turn away. But your last Alpha deemed you useless to mate, to marked with bites to bond with anyone. Why being collared and sold was your only option. 

“Thanks Sara... I think I'm ready to head back.” You say softly and go to pick up your shirt and slip it back on, all the memories and feelings slipping back darkly in your eyes. 

Sara gathered up the clothing you had picked, worried features pinching her face. “Let me just ring these up sweetie and we will head on home.” 

Miles away Steve stood to survey the damn delimber they used to clean the logs, arms folded over his chest until he lifted a hand and pinched the bridge of his nose, cursing. Sam, he's underneath it, hands up in the machine, looking at parts. 

“Mmmhh, Just as I thought, they stuck that oversized pine into it and jammed it all up. These parts are gonna take at least a couple weeks to replace.” He rolled out from underneath and stood, brushing off his backside. 

“Standstill?” Steve asked, his headache starting to form at his temples. Not that they would be financially strapped, but there was a large order coming in, and they had won the bid to fulfill it. Steve always made sure to deliver on time, and this set back might be pushing that back, in any business, it was all about the name and word of mouth. Something he had worked fucking hard on in the years he's been Alpha. 

“Not quite, gonna be a bitch though. Clean them up by hand, it will be slow though.” Sam stated honestly, and rubbed the back of his neck, a slight bit of hesitation in his voice. “Or, you can contact Stark, see if he has the parts on hand. I know you've been wanting to drive up there to discuss Nat and Clint coming back from there internship in New York.” 

Steve remained silent, staring at the broken piece of machinery, willing it to be fixed. <If you study that thing any harder, you are gonna give us a migraine.> His wolf huffed, impatient. The beast didn't like staying still, studying, thinking. Wanting action, to do something, anything besides just staring. Well what do you think we should do, wait on the parts, or ask Stark Towers for help? 

<I think you should just get done this crap and let's go home to our mate. I bet shes back now, and just as ready to see you.> The wolf stated smugly, is no help in his current predicament. 

You know what... So am I. Checking his watch, he decided it was time to just call it a day. All of this, well it would be a problem to deal with in the morning. Maybe that would bring him the answer he needed. “Let's pack it up Sam, it's getting late, and I can think about which we should do.” 

Sam broke out in a relieved grin, grabbing some of the tools he had used, and tossed them in the back of the pickup. “I'm not gonna say no to that. Sara sent me a message that she was done shopping with Y/N, and they were headed back.” Grabbing the walkie off the passenger seat, he pushed the button, hearing it crackle then turn to a hollow soft hum, he spoke telling everyone they were knocking off early and shut it all down. The woods slowly stopped humming with the sound of machines miles away in another lot. Another cackle with a “Sure thing Wilson” and it went silent. 

Hearing that You had spent a day out shopping made Steve warm, blossoming with soft happiness swirling from his stomach and up to his neck, turning his ears red at the thought of you twisting in a mirror to see all of you. Now he wished he was there handing you the clothes, have you model for him, see the way your eyes would light up and your cheeks bloom pink with his compliments. Of course his wolf appreciated the visual image, pressing for more control, making Steve get behind the wheel with Sam and drive just a bit faster back. 

When is the last time we've been excited to return home? Steve considered, fingers thrumming on the steering wheel as they pulled off the logging road to Route 2, speeding along to The Compounds entrance. 

<It's been a while since life's been this good.> The large wolf shook himself out, itching for the little wolf at home. <Full Moon run we will get to see her set free for the first time.> 

That made Steve smile more thinking about getting to see you shift. Having only seen you once, your wolf had been a beauty to him. Long-legged for swift travels that wolves in the south typically had. You were still smaller in size next to the northern packs such as there pack was, with a long slender muzzle that ended in a pointed nose. Large eyes that at the time were fearful. This time he hoped to see the joy in them. 

When Steve and Sam parked the truck, the two men stepping out and discussing tomorrow's plans for the crew tomorrow, Steve inhaled your scent, and whipped his head around, searching. Upon the front porch, both You and Sara are lounging in the deck chairs, feet kicked up on the railing, and a glass of iced tea in each of your hands, laughing together. Neither of you realized that that the men were back, but as they approached, Sara dropped her feet and jumped up to lean over the railing, see them. “Well look what old mutts finally arrived back! we've been waiting for you.” Sam paused and his hands went to his hips. 

“Woman, you gonna come say hello, or am I gonna have to come up there and drag you down?” A wide grin flashed her teasing, and she skipped down the stairs and raced over to him, jumping in his arms to give him a racy kiss and playful ones all over his face. “Missed you Stud.” That just made Sam grin, and let her fall back to her feet, her arm wrapping around him. Steve in the meantime walked up the steps, and you to had come to a stand to welcome the Alpha home. 

<I can tell you how to welcome him home. Look at him! He wants you to be all his like those two.>

Please give it a rest! You plead as you take in the sight of Steve coming up the porch steps, his hair a mess, they tee clung to his chest where he must have sweated at some point. Yes, yes he did, cause that just barely hit you too. Normally someone's scent would make you pull back a bit, but not his. It warmed through you, screaming MAN in your mind. Healthy and strong, your Little Wolf appreciated it, rumbling out. <Alpha, even in human form. He certainly wouldn't tire easily...> Teasing lilt to her tone. 

God your really a bitch.

Steve was looking you up and down, once he saw your outfit, his gaze seemed pleased at the choice you made, and although simple, nothing more than a pair of denim shorts, and still that men's tee tied in a knot just a few inches above the top of your shorts, he seems to fully approve of the relaxed look. “Do you want me to go get you a beer? Or make an iced tea like Sara and I are having?” 

“No, I got it. I heard you went out with Sara. I hope you were able to get everything you needed?” 

“Oh yes, thank you... you didn't have to do that Steve. But I appreciate it.” his wolf rumbled happily hearing you, and although the two of you weren't touching, you were close enough that Steve could just reach out, brush fingers along the curve of your face, grasp your chin... Enough! 

<Shes close, see the way her eyes are taking us in? She sees were strong and would protect her. If you would just make the first fucking move!>

“It was not a problem Y/N, nothing I wouldn't do for anyone.” and your eyes seemed to shut off a bit, pull back at Steve's words, leaving his wolf growling and snapping at Steves behavior. Giving an awkward nod as he reached for the door, Steve escaped inside, and you breathed out a held breath, a bit taken aback from his comment. 

Your Little Wolf paces now unsettled, nuzzling into you as she knows your upset feeling. <He cares, he's just afraid of pushing you.> so calmly said, you sink into your thoughts. I don't know, maybe I misread the situation. Besides, this is what I wanted. Nobody special, I'm just a member of this pack. You glance at the closed door. <No you haven't! Just wait, the run will prove it. I feel his wolf calling to me. Why do you keep lying to me?> You have nothing to respond with, and turn your attention to Sam and Sara coming up on the porch. Sam sat in Sara's previous chair, and Sara perching on his lap, falling right back into conversation with You. You make yourself pay attention, ignoring Steve's comment from earlier. Or trying to. 

On the other side of the door, Steve leaned against it, cursing under his breath. “Son of a fucking bitch, why did I say that?” he pulls away and tugs off his dirty shirt, balling it up and as he went into the bedroom, he tossed it with frustration at the hamper, still mentally cursing himself out for the sheer awkwardness that made him up. 

<I don't know either, I mean you just let me take over, your mate wouldn't be out on the stoop now trying to figure out your mixed fucking signals.> 

Opening his closet door, Steve grabbed a plain grey tee and tugged it on. And what do you know about any of this? She's here for protection, not to be my next anything. He snapped back as he headed into the bathroom, and ran the water to let it warm up. Soaping his hands and scrubbing vigorously before cupping to splash water in his face. <Well I know enough not to let her think she's not wanted> The large wolf roared back in frustration and as Steve dried his face, and looked up in the mirror, he stared back at yellow eyes staring back at him, not his usual blue. The wolf was pissed off, and threatening to finish taking control. Grasping the edge of the sink, he let his head dip so he didn't have to see it anymore, dragging in air deeply and letting it out slowly. The next time he glanced at himself, all was normal. The wall he slammed up in this mind would control his beast... for now. 

On his way back out, he grabbed two beers from the fridge and stepping out on the porch, he rejoined the three of them, handing Sam the beer before leaning back against the railing. The two women were animated talkers, telling Sam all about there shopping trip. Steve admired how your hands would wave in the air, and your head would tip back, long tresses of hair falling down your back as you laughed. The anger he felt dissipated in your presence, and you would look up at him with a grin, and what he wouldn't do to be the one making you feel this way. 

“And here we are.” Sara leaned back against Sam's chest, taking his beer bottle and taking a drag off it. “Y/N, how you feeling about the run tonight?” The Little Wolf pranced joyfully to be able to run in a pack again, and you hug around yourself for a moment, Steves eyes flicking to see the defensive move you made, even your scent changed slightly to him. Tinged with fear, although your smile remained on your face. “Excited, it has been a while since I've been able to do something like that. A long while... “ You drifted off and picked up the iced tea glasses. “Excuse me please.” You dipped inside and Steve pushed off the railing, taking another drag of beer. 

“Meet up with you two later?” Steve went towards the door, and Sam picked up on what he was saying, tapping Sara's thighs. “Come on Baby, how about you come to show me what you bought.” The two of them standing, Sara bit her lip and looked towards where you had disappeared. “Steve....” Sara drifted off, and Steve looked over his shoulder with an arched brow at the woman. She waved it off suddenly and went down the remaining stairs. “See you later.” Taking Sam's hand, the two-headed off. 

Weird... Steve popped open the door and went inside to see you remaking more teas. “They headed on back home till later tonight.” He let his elbows leaning on the counter while you paused. “Don't worry, I will take Saras.” Reaching out to take it, you chuckle just as he took a swallow and winced. 

“I haven't put the bit of sugar in it yet Steve.” Chuckling as you took it back and sprinkled some in. “I would have said goodbye if I known.” 

“You will see her again in just a bit,” Steve started and watched as you finished making yours. “Y/N earlier when we were discussing the run, were you okay?” The wolf perked back up at this, his ears straining towards the woman, silent though. They were both vividly aware of her nervousness at the question. 

“Sure Steve. Wh-Why do you ask?” You are not looking at him, seeming to avoid his gaze, watching with interest at the glass before you, the spoon spinning the liquid around and around. Steve reached forward once more and took the glass from you, and set it aside. 

“Y/N, please look at me.” His voice was different this time, and Steve could see the inner battle crossing your face. A bit stubborn? You have been nothing but compliant since you've arrived, and this surprised him a bit. <Tell her again, we have to find out what's wrong.> Steve tilted his head though instead and tried to catch your gaze, his tone sterner this time. This was absolute. Your Little Wolf wouldn't let you disobey him anymore. “Y/N, look at me?” This time he saw your features smooth and you did look up at him. “because you smelled of fear, If you are afraid to do this, You don't have to.” Pushing off the bar, he instinctively circled the counter to stand near you, a hand lightly touching your arm, hoping that you would be able to answer him. 

“Sorry, yes, I'm very excited about this. I haven't... I haven't been allowed to run with a pack in over a year.” You tried explaining, and Steve frowned at this. Being denied to run with your pack? It was everything a wolf craved, the closeness, working together. Steve had never thought of denying any of the packs the right to run together, and his wolf growled with a bristle of fur along his spine. <What kind of Alpha is this? He doesn't lead a pack with honor, denying his wolves the run.> Steve let it sink in that you've been semi-isolated as a wolf. 

<We need her to tell us everything that this Alpha is doing, selling wolves, denying the run... what else could the Alpha have done to her?> 

We will see if she tells us. 

“Y/N, why would he deny that to you?” Steve asked and you wrinkled your nose to keep from letting your emotions take over. Picking up your glass and taking a swallow, you set it back down, your nails tapping against it. “Because I was to be collared and sold. I was kept away from the pack with the other unmated wolves. That way we wouldn't find a partner in the run. He would lose his income.” You wipe at your face and ask softly. “Please... can you release me? Let me look away.” 

It took a minute till it clicked for Steve that you were serious, your eyes big and round staring at him, shining with held back tears, he suspected now from being forced to listen. “Of course, you can do whatever you want Y/N, you don't have to look at me anymore.” And you lost the rigid attention, seeming to sink in on yourself. Head bowed, shoulders dropped a bit with a shudder. Taking your glass of iced tea, you skirted around Steve, keeping your voice low “Was there anything else you needed right now Alpha?” 

“No... no. We will come to find you for the run in a couple of hours.” How hard did he restrain himself from reaching out to touch you, give comfort at your unease. But you didn't seek it, and he wasn't going to force it on you. Promptly you disappeared to your room. Once you were out of sight, Steve didn't look away from your door, processing everything he had just learned. 

<Her free will had been taken away... She would have obeyed us if we told her to harm herself.> His wolf whined out, ears pinned back against his skull at the unease of the situation.  

Why we will not use that on her again if we can help it... and it's time to find out more about this pack. Pulling out his phone from his pocket, and sent a text to Bucky explaining what he needed to be done. He received a simple text back with a “Done” and set his phone aside. It also reminded Steve he needed to get back with Stark about his wolves on an intern with him. If the twins Natasha and Clint were back, he would have sent them. Glancing outside, Steve noticed the moon starting to edge over the lake, and he found solace in that. At least he could be the one to give her the first run in over a year. And tonight's moon looked like a Super Moon, large glowing orb that would recharge them. Tonight will be a good night... 

Later you heard a knock on your door and you stirred in your bed. “Y/N, it's time... “ Steve poked his head in and flashed a grin of excitement that made him almost child-like. Swinging your legs off the bed, you can't help but catch that excitement, and stretch out any kinks in your back. Your Little Wolf started hopping and slapping her front paws in anticipation, just feeding your mood. 

“I'm kinda nervous” You breath out as you pass Steve, and head for the door, you're biting your lip as you look over your shoulder at him, grinning. Any discomfort from your earlier conversation just seems magically gone as both of you slip more into the wolves personas. As you opened the door, Steve came up behind you, tickling along your hips. Laughing, you sprang out of reach and leaped off the porch, and spun on your feet in the soft grass to face him, smirking as you looked up at him tugging off his shirt to toss it aside. Your breath sucked in, and fingers flexed wanting to drag your hands across his pecs, through the hair dusting down beyond his slightly softer stomach. Even your Little Wolf stopped her exciting dance, licking her muzzle with a sweep of her tongue, whimpering. 

<Y/N....> whining out and you whimpered yourself inwards, taking a teasing step back from the Alpha who started to stalk you playfully down the steps. Trust me, I see... You bolt away before he can even reach you, racing down the path where you see other people similarly playing with each other, Steve was quick to catch you, and swinging you up where he grasped your waist, your feet kicking out and laughing. Prying at his fingers, you growled at him with flashing wolf eyes. “You don't seem too nervous right now Y/N, growling at your Alpha,” Steve stated against your ear, inhaling deeply against your neck while setting you down, and your dancing away from him, your legs stretching and twisting, making you itch to shift. Your breathing was coming out in rushes at being so close, pressed against the wall of his chest, his scent having washed over you and making your body ache for so much more. 

<You can have more if you let him. I told you he wanted you.>

He's caught up like I am in the full moon, that's all it is. The Little Wolf snaps a bit at you in frustration.  

Steve pulled up quick to admire you dancing through the moonlight, your head tipped back to be washed in the light, your eyes shimmering in the wolfish way as they reflected the moonlight when you looked back at him. <Shes so beautiful Steve, this is the way she's supposed to be. Your mate, dancing in the moonlight.> And Steve really couldn't rebut the Wolf's observation at this moment. “You haven't given me a reason to be.” You turn and say simply, and before he could respond, Sara came jogging over, Wanda in tow. “Were stealing out girl here!” Sara sass's while booking an arm through Your arm, and Wanda takes over the other side, smirking at Steve, who's folding his arms over his chest. 

“Oh really, and what if I say no?” Steve retorts. Leaving Sara snorting at him, the two women already dragging you away. “Since when do we listen to you?” Slight amount of panic races through you. <He didn't say we could go Y/N, you have to go back before he gets angry!> and you're about to pull away from the women to return to the Alpha. 

Steve watched as Sara and Wanda started to lead you away when he saw your back tense up and the way you glanced at him over your shoulder. Even your scent was once more tinged with fear, now picking up that sharp sting in his inhale that mingled with your usual honeysuckle softness. Before his wolf could point out the obvious to him, he nodded at you, letting you know it was okay, you were safe to go. It was immediate, the change of relief, and you turned back to follow along with Wanda and Sara to join other women, as was how their pack started to run. 

Breathing in deeply, it surprised Steve how easily he was able to follow you, easily picking you out of the other mingled scents that made up the pack, and content that you were safe, excited and he would be seeing you within a few minutes, he decided it was officially time to start. Not bothering to go down to the lower field where the males were showing off moments of bravado and boasting as large groups of the male species did, Steve lost the last of his clothing and started to let the wolf take over. Although uncomfortable, it was fairly quick for shifters. Their bodies melding from human to wolf. When he opened his eyes again, the world was different, the night now belonged to him and he was more than ready to claim it. The silver beast tossed his head back and paid homage to the moon, officially starting the pack run. Answers called back, some as sharp yips and others as low dragged out songs. 

You had never met Wanda, but her scent was familiar as the borrowed clothes. Just as with anyone you've met so far aside from Bucky, she introduced herself and that was it, you were her packmate and she treated you as if she's known you for years. “We better be quick.” She states as she lets you go and starts tugging at her clothing, yanking it off without any hesitation, and the others around you are doing the same. A bit more tentative, trying to keep your back hidden you start doing the same. Tossing a shirt and dragging down your pants, already Sara has shifted, a sleek black wolf and Wanda is right behind her, and red wolf stretching out with long front legs stretching behind her, head was thrown back to the moon. Sara tilts her head towards you waiting as Steves howl starts. Soon you're surrounded by howling wolves, and your own Little Wolf is pushing to join. 

Releasing her, she was quick to take over and your howls are dipping right in with the rest. A ripple went through the pack, as haunches coiled underneath and a wave of wolves leaped forward, moving into the forest beyond The Compound. Sara waved her tail, and you to stretched out to run alongside her, brushing up against her as the two of you worked in sync, soon passing others on your left and right. It's not long before the larger males join, weaving among the females, snapping at them in play, out of the corner of your eye, you can see Sara pull up, and twist into a mottled brown wolf. Recognizing Sam from the day before. She leaped at her mate, brushing up against him and nipping under his chin. The pair weaved around each other, fondly biting each other's ruffs and showing affection in the way wolves do. 

Your fast run slowed to a jog, letting your nose lead you now. Once in awhile another wolf would brush up against you, enticing you in play. Slapping front paws against the pine needles, tail high in the air, waving above you like a flag before you two would charge at one another. This, this is what you missed when with your previous pack. How your Little Wolf leads you two through the night with fleeting bursts of speed. Your howl, rang clear as a bell being struck through the night. 

Steve cocked his head listening to the wolves' cries, picking you out right away, the large Alpha spun in place, his nose high in the air, seeking... until he found you. With a loose jog, he followed the tail like bread crumbs, his tongue lolling out to taste the air, and a swipe over his muzzle like a beast getting ready for dinner. Finally he saw you, teasing another packmate with leaps and bounds, back and forth chasing one another through the brush. You twisted away from yawning jaws and snapped back in play till you saw Steve. Shaking out your fur vigorously, your ears perked at him, yellow eyes flashing in the darkness at him. Rolling forward into a lope, you packed up to him, and lowered to your belly in submission to your Alpha, sidling up underneath his chin, and licking nibbling at him. The wolf softened, and nuzzled back, gentle as he bit the top of your muzzle, accepting that you now belonged to him, his packmate as well.

So easily the wolves accepted each other, now if only the humans could as well.  

Once he let go, you nipped playfully at his ear, tugging it and brushing alongside, the two of you bounding off as a pair, soon catching up with the rest and bypassing them as well. The only other pair matching you two was Sara and Sam, long-legged leaps eating up the ground, you couldn't pass up the challenge that the two of them gave, and with a burst of speed, you pulled away from the large silver wolf matching you, your legs stretching and claws barely grazing the pine needles before they flew out again, Sam huffed at being beaten watching your tail whisk at him with a laughing bark from you. 

The Alpha had never seen anything quite like it, Sam had many years ago earned the nickname Falcon for his speed, but here you were, outpacing him easily. Your sleek fur brushing back, and your muzzle sharp and streamlined you. Like a bird of prey spiraling into a dive, you twisted in the air once you got to the border, paralleling yourself along no man's land, the rest of the pack came up from behind. Soon you eased up, falling back to pace with Steve, your nose low to the ground, tracking the border scent. Half the pack weaved out to the right, the large group ominous to any that might challenge them. Steve relaxed into your touch every time you weaved back into him, your scents now intermingling, becoming as much as an imprint on others as it was on you. You were now officially part of the mountains, losing the scent of your old pack life. 

It was early hours when the pack returned to The Compound, weaving among each other, tiredly pacing with each other. Adults carried pups from the scruff if they were small enough, heads hanging low enough that the pups backsides would bounce a time or two off the soft grass, even Steve is carrying one back, the pups yawning, and blue eyes blinking sleepily up at him, licking at his chin before his head flops down to give a tiny snore. You follow along next to Steve, chuckling at the dangling pup. Soon his mother comes and collects him, bounding off towards home. 

Home... what a thought for you. You never really expected any place to feel like home, but as you pause going up the wooden steps, Steve not far behind, you watch as the rest of the pack settle down wherever they were content. A few stayed outside, circling one another in mismatched pairs, tucking head over another's back, and giving a sigh. Some returned home, Sara and Sam trotted past, still playfully nipping at one another and giving a yip in greeting before they went towards there own cabin. Steve brushed past you, mouthing your ear with affection before he went inside, you right behind, and to your room. The human persona edging for control again and a leap sent you into bed. 

You were laying there, right on the edge of a deep sleep when a hand muffled over your mouth and a sneering face loomed over you, whispering. “Make a fucking noise, and your throat is ripped out before I die.” Your eyes go wide in panic, and your hands go to claw at his chest, trying to push away. Where was Steve?!?! Your Little Wolf is snarling, pushing to shift but to exhausted from the run earlier, and your body ripples in the frustration and pain, causing you to tell out before your back to your human self. Outside you hear loud snarls of wolves fighting each other and the man cursed, that's when it clicks it's the Tracker on your trail just a couple of days ago. Grabbing you by the arm to drag you out. 

Steve is sound asleep when his senses tingle. <Intruder... someone is in the house.> His eyes shot open, and quiet as he moves to get up, yanking on a pair of sweats near the bed. Soft steps send him to the door, and his wolf is bristling in silence, honed in for any noise that might be made by the individual. It certainly wasn't anyone he knew but did carry your old scent. That's when he heard the scramble in your room, and he burst into the hallway, your scream of pain making his fist slam against the door. The door was thrown to embed into the wall, and the man had his arm fisted around your neck, wrenching your head back, you're trying to connect a fist or foot at him to release you, and Steve takes this all in a glance before he's tackling at the man, ripping him to release you, where you fall to the ground, trying to drag air back in your lungs and coughing. 

Now Steve has the upper hand, dragging the man from his house, his oversized hands wrapped along the back of his neck, ready to snap it with a twist the other fisted in his shift to haul him along. Kicking his front door open, outside was a whole other scene. Bucky must have caught the second intruder, the lookout outside the cabin as he was returning home from his time in the town. Blood streaked down his white chest and along the side of his muzzles, the wolf at his feet dead. Steve snarled in the man's ear. “You better start fucking talking or that's going to be you in five seconds.” Fingers digging in threat along the back of his neck just above the spine, the man tried twisting in his hold at an attempt to save his life. “NOW TRESPASSER" 

“She's not yours! My brother and I were told to bring her back to our Alpha. He didn't release her, you cant lay any kind of claim to her. “ The man's voice panicked, eyes rolling up at Steve looming above him. “It's our job, our Alphas command.” Just as he's saying this, you step out onto the porch, tears streaming down your face. You knew this was what would happen, Pierce never let anyone get away from him, not unless it was with death or from a sale. Steve happened to see you, and lowly growled out. “Go back inside Y/N....” But you took another step forward to descend the stairs. His anger at the situation left Steve roaring out. “Right Now" and you had to listen. Your wolf couldn't disobey her Alpha, and you raced back inside, the door yawning open to show the darkness of the interior. Now that Steve was sure you were away from the men, the pack coming out to gather around, Sam racing up alongside Bucky to kneel near the dead wolf and inspect him. 

“I have a message for your Alpha, the only reason I'm not killing you,” Steve growled out as he twisted his hand, strength making the man cry out. How easy would it be to snap his neck right now. “Tell your Alpha if he wants her, he has to come to get her from me.” Tossing him away to sprawl against his dead brother, Bucky snapping right at his face, spit and blood scattering across the man's face like splatter, leaving him blinking in shock at the white wolf. Steve snarled out. “Get out of here, and be sure to haul your brother away to. Count yourself fucking lucky. If you come back, I will rip your throat out.” Sam and a few others ready to escort them right out of town. Bucky sighed almost wearily as they marched away, and Steve dropped a hand to his friends back. “Thank you Buck.” The white wolf eased away, leaving Steve alone. 

Inside your panicking, your chest aching and pacing around. Steve came in to find you wide-eyed, his shift hanging loosely whipping around you as you snap back and forth between the kitchen and living room, there wasn't much space in between so if you went like that for long, sure to wear a hole in the floor. 

<Go to her... she needs to know it's okay, that you are here to protect her.>

“Y/N... “ Steve starts, but you snap out instead. 

“I knew, I knew this would happen. I didn't go far enough, I should have gone further north. He's coming, he's coming to destroy you all and drag me back. I can't fucking believe I caused this, Fuck fuck fuck, Steve I'm so sorry I brought this on.” 

Before you could continue, you twist to go the other way and slam into Steve's bare chest, his hands wrapping around you. You are momentarily struck into confusion, pulling away, but his voice is soft against your ear, calling you to attention. “Hush, you didn't do anything wrong, and nothing is going to happen to us. Let him come... the man needs to be removed from what he did to you what he is doing.” Your panting as your forehead least against the center of his chest, and he loosens his hold now that you are not fighting him, keeping it loose around you. 

“I shouldn't have brought it to your doorstep, Steve.” You cry out softly, unable to hold it back anymore. Warm tears fall on his chest, and he rumbles softly. 

“I'm fucking glad you did Y/N.” He allowed himself to let his head drop to press a kiss at the crown of your head. Let them try to claim you...  

<Oh yes... please let them try.> The Silver Wolf grinned in the darkness of his mind, wickedly curved canines flashing white, just waiting to be used.