Chapter 95

It has been a week since I saw my wife. Thinking about her only brings pain to my chest. I missed her so much, the more I stayed away from her the more I felt like there was a wedge driving through my heart shattering it into pieces.

The good part was that the humans were indeed being tipped, seven days of different people going out for a walk into the city, two of them being criminals from the pack. Only five came back unharmed, the two criminals came back dead with their skin written into.

Claire didn't know that I was on to her, I had told her about sending some people out for supplies. I told her that I was sending a person at a time so that the humans don't suspect anything.

Yes of course I knew she knew that I knew that she was the one tipping the humans off but I had to gain her trust. I had asked her not to tell the humans about that slip up, she ended up telling that the humans didn't get special help identifying werewolves from her.

I asked about the incident that happened and how the family was murdered if she didn't tip them where the family was since the pack was under strict rules not to go anywhere near humans. She just laughs and tells me that she had them tied up prior to our meeting since she knew I would misbehave. She just happened to put them in public when I did.

I call bullshit, but not to her face, she didn't know that I was on to her. Today, I was the one who supposed to go out for a walk. It was the last part to really know that we weren't really in danger only if a certain someone told them so. This was to also prove that the humans did not in fact know who the alpha they have been threatening is.

When my cousin heard about this he had rushed over, he said that since he was also victim to deaths in his pack he had to participate. He offered to take the walk with me, have double the alpha he said.

I wasn't comfortable with him by my side, I could get killed after all. "Nonsense," he said "if I die then it will be said that I died a brave man trying to protect his pack." Such an Owen thing to say. I wish I could be as upbeat as this person called my cousin. We have gone a long way to get to here, we weren't the best of pals growing up, we went through a lot hating each other.

Secretly I was glad that if it was my death I was meeting, I was meeting it with one of the greatest Alphas alive who also happened to be family.

We did go for a walk, we perused shops and stalls, dined in restaurants and even visited the zoo too. Nothing. Not much as a stare that they know us, well yes they did but not as werewolves. For all they cared I was a very snobby businessman who had lots of money. They hated me, that was normal and I was used to it.

Now that we had our conclusion, there was only one thing left to take care of, Claire. She did not have to know that I was making plans to get rid of her. I had to make this smart so that it did not end up backfiring on me.

The plan had to work, I missed my wife and needed her back. I was tired of my hand taking care of business that her sweet little cunt could have, or her little pert mouth.

It was four in the evening and I had managed to give myself a raging erection, the day was done and I was on my way home. I stopped using the car preferring to walk home and maybe wank a few to ease of the hunger that stirs in my blood. I needed a woman, not just any woman. I needed Bella.

It was embarrassing that I had to take care of my own cock so that Claire wouldn't have her crazy way with it. It killed me that I had to pretend to be nice to her, I didn't want to be nice to her.

Going deep into the woodlot that was close to home, I secure myself a spot behind a tree and release my member from my trousers. It was semi hard, grabbing the base I squeeze and let naked images of Bella flood my mind.

Automatically, blood rushes to my rod to make it more stiff and hard. Ah only if I had something to sink my massive cock into. Something soft and warm, something wet and slippery. My wife's cunny. All pink and beautiful, tight with a death grip when you slid in.

Flesh so welcoming, when you got past her entrance if you could, she was welcoming and responsive.

Imagining my dick sinking into her and disappearing, I hold my cock and stroke. I sync my mind with my hand that is stroking my member. As I imagine stroking her vaginal walls I stroke myself to the same rhythm.

Imagining her making those noises she makes amidst her pleasure that drive me to insanity I stroke faster, grunting as I did so. I imagined her doing that magic trick she liked doing, when she felt intense she would clench her walls and it would be like a fist squeezing me.

Not for long my testicles tightened to indicate my orgasm coming. Soon I was exploding all over my fingers and swallowing the groan that was about to spill out from my throat.

Reaching into my pocket with my other hand, I grab the handkerchief that I put in there for this exact reason. I sigh, it wasn't enough but it was going to stop Claire from having her wicked way with me.