Date: Thu, 24 Mar 2022 21:21:09 +0000
From: Rust <rusty8172@protonmail.com>
Subject: Passion of the Night Beast: Chapter 4

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Bret:

Kasper was the third and final pup to be born to Calvin Miller and his
papa, members of a group of wandering werewolves known as the Maurlin's.
Viewed as thieving, dishonest scavengers, his pack of origin was
considered to be the least honorable pack in the entire Lycander nation.

Though his Omega papa had always loved him completely, Kasper's Alpha
father had barely taken an interest in him due to the fact that he had
been born an Omega runt and had two older Alpha brothers in his den. This
kept his father preoccupied with training his two Alpha pups to fight and
forage for food.

A hopeless alcoholic, Kasper's father had been killed when one night he
drunkinly challenged a stronger werewolf from another pack to a fight
over a spilled drink. When the other werewolf had slayed his father,
Kasper had only been five years old, while his twin Alpha brothers, Billy
and Bret, had been eight.

Being his Omega papa was still considered to be young and fertile and
thus able to be reclaimed, he was taken by another older Alpha from a
different pack. Not wanting to be responsible for the dead Alpha's pups,
the new Alpha rejected Kasper and his brothers, leaving them to be given
away as orphans to different packs. Though his two Alpha brothers had
been able to be adopted together, Kasper had been sent to a new pack
alone.

******

Eleven years later...

Lying on his side in bed, Kasper faced the opposite way from his mate,
Brand, when he heard the first sound of the morning birds singing outside
their cabin. Awakening slowly, the Omega fought earnestly as he attempted
to emerge from his deep slumber, eager to start the new day.

As the young werewolf began to open his eyes he suddenly felt one of his
master's large, warm hands glide over the length of his naked torso
before quickly moving down in between his legs. Gasping quietly, Kasper
felt a jolt of excitement run through his entire body as his strong,
handsome Alpha began playing with the head of his mini dick, instantly
getting it hard and wet.

Bringing his hand up to his mouth to wet his fingers with his spit, Brand
quickly returned it back down to his mate's penis, rubbing it vigorously
until he felt his juices begin to flow out as it got harder. Doing
everything he could to get his young Omega's hole wet, the muscular,
naked Alpha couldn't wait to slide his erect meat inside Kasper's waiting
orifice.

Overcome with excitement, Kasper rolled over to face his master,
immediately opening his mouth to invite Brand's tongue inside as the
Alpha began to aggressively paw at the Omega's young naked body.

Feeling Brand's hand on the top of his head, Kasper immediately
understood where his master wanted him to put his mouth. Moving down
between his legs, the young Omega willingly took his mate's member in
between his lips.

Parting his lips as far as he could, the diminutive werewolf took his
master's spurting cock in his mouth, sucking on it generously as the
Alpha moved his pelvis back and forth towards the Omega's face.

Feeling Kasper's lips closed tightly around his canine penis, it didn't
take long for Brand to become fully engorged. Ready for more, the strong,
young, Alpha pulled himself out of his mate's mouth before rolling him
onto his back.

Quietly anticipating his master's cock Kasper opened his legs. Seeing his
mate's hole glistening with his juices, the Alpha immediately entered his
mate.

Laying down on top of him, Brand pumped his member deep inside Kasper's
hole, snarling excitedly as he knotted him. Inspired by the feeling of
being inside of him, the Alpha playfully licked and bit his Omega's neck.
Kasper growled with pleasure as he wrapped his arms and legs around his
master's firm body, holding him as tightly as he could against himself.

Arching his back up, with one last thrust, Brand came. "Fuck...yeah!" He
groaned.

Pulling his knot from his Omega's body after he had emptied the contents
of his sack, Brand wet his fingers with his spit. Sitting up on his
knees, he reached down between Kasper's legs, grasping tightly at his
mini canine shaft.

Kasper's body writhed and jerked with pleasure as Brand proceeded to jack
his mate's dick with his fingers. Brand watched with delight as Kasper
gasped and moaned while he tirelessly worked to draw him closer to
climax.

Suddenly without warning, the young Omega forcefully shot his wad into
the air. Watching as his cream forcefully exited his body, he immediately
saw it splatter all over his master's face.

Seeing the shocked expression on Brand's face, Kasper prepared himself
for his master to be angry. Suddenly, all of Kasper's worries dissolved
when he saw the Alpha began to laugh hysterically, tickled by the
incident while his mate's ejaculate dripped down from his forehead and
cheeks.

Seeing the broad smile on Kasper's face, Brand bent down over him,
playfully wiping his wet face all over his mate's as the Omega giggled
with delight.

******

After their morning love making, Brand spooned Kasper, massaging his
stomach as he thought about the small Lycander being growing inside of
him.

"I want to name him Frank. After my grandfather. What do you think?" Said
Brand.

Kasper was genuinely surprised. When it came to decisions regarding their
pup, he hadn't expected his Alpha master to ask for his opinion. In
Kasper's mind, he was simply the vessel that carried the cargo. Brand was
the captain in charge of navigating its path.

"I like it. I think it's good, sir." Said Kasper.

Turning Kasper's face towards his own with his hand, Brand kissed his
mate, deeply. Interrupted by the sound of a ruckus coming from outside
their cabin, both Brand and Kasper sat up straight, alarmed by the
commotion.

Jumping out of bed without any clothes on, Brand quickly put on a pair of
worn jeans to go outside and investigate.

"Stay here." Said Brand to Kasper, firmly.

Nodding his head, Kasper watched as his master ran out their front door,
shirtless and barefoot. Waiting for just a few seconds, the young Omega
put on a long t-shirt before stepping outside the cabin.

Scanning over the public square of the camp, Kasper saw two Alpha guards
forcefully dragging a large, naked, young male by his arms; he was hog
tied. Seeing the male struggling, Kasper winced when he saw one of the
werewolf guards hit him across his back with an electric baton, shocking
him into submission.

Looking between his legs, Kasper immediately noticed the stranger was an
Alpha. Seeing the blond werewolf collared with his muscular body covered
in claw marks and dirt, the Omega immediately knew he had been in a
scuffle with the Alpha's that secured the camp's perimeter.

Joining his father and a few other high level Alpha's as they crowded
around the stranger, Brand watched as the guards threw the bound Alpha to
the ground, just before his father began interrogating the foriegn
werewolf.

"Who's your pack, boy?" Asked Joachim.

Snarling loudly, the young Alpha spit blood onto the pack leader's boot.

Angered by the werewolf's gesture, Joachim punched the Alpha in the face,
bruising his eye. "I ain't gonna ask you again, boy!"

Lifting his head up, the young, blond Alpha responded. "Was with the
Brewer's awhile back. Been lone for about nine months now."

A lone wolf lived a solitary lifestyle as a wanderer, surviving off of
his wits and skills as a thief and a warrior.

"Lone?" Said Jed, Joachim's second in charge. "You can't be more than
twenty years old, son. How the fuck did a clueless pup like you survive
for more than a week on his own?"

With a sly grin, the Alpha responded. "I'm nineteen. Got by on my charm
and good looks, I guess. Too bad you have neither, old mutt."

Irritated by the young Alpha's smart ass attitude, Joachim punched the
werewolf again, this time making his nose bleed. "Take this dog to the
brig. Let him sit in the dirt while I figure out what to do with him."

Seeing the Alpha guards haul the young werewolf to the jail, Kasper stood
outside he and Brand's cabin, watching the whole incident go down. As the
guards carried the hog tied werewolf past his cabin, the young Omega
immediately noticed a gold necklace hanging around the werewolf's neck;
there was an eagle etched into the pendant hanging on the chain.

Seeing Kasper looking in his direction, the Alpha prisoner blew a kiss at
the young Omega as he was passing by. Spotting the Alpha prisoner's
gesture, Brand became jealous, immediately grabbing Kasper by his arm and
shoving him inside the cabin as the young Omega protested.

Rejoining the group of Alphas, Brand couldn't help but notice the annoyed
look on his father's face after he watched him struggle to handle his
mate.

Back inside the cabin, Kasper immediately ran to find a storage box he
kept hidden under his bed. Pulling the box out, he quickly opened it as
he proceeded to rummage through the contents inside. Finding what he was
looking for, Kasper pulled out an old pendant on a gold chain that his
father had given to him after he'd been born. Holding the pendant in his
hand, he carefully studied the eagle that had been etched into it. It was
the exact same eagle that he had seen hanging around the Alpha prisoner's
neck.

******

The next day, stepping through the door of the Omega's work cabin, Kasper
approached Lane, the elder in charge. "Hi Lane!"

Lane smiled. "Hey Kasper! We miss you living at the Omega cabin. How's
mated life? Also, how are you feeling?"

After bringing the elder Omega up to speed with everything going on with
him, Kasper asked a question. "I was wondering if I could take lunch to
the prisoner today?"

Surprised by his question, Lane responded. "Ahh, I don't know, Kas.
You've only been pregnant for a few weeks. Are you sure you want to get
that close to a wild, lone Alpha?"

Kasper nodded. "I'll be okay. I swear."

Lane smiled. Remembering how curious the young Omega could be, he caved.
"Alright. But just drop off the meal and leave. I'll go back for the tray
later this afternoon."

Hugging the elder Omega, Kasper grabbed the tray of food and headed for
the brig.

******

Walking past the guard patrolling the hallway outside the prisoner's
cell, Kasper slowly yet steadily approached the incarcerated Alpha with a
tray of food.

Seeing the tall, muscular, Alpha with shoulder length blond hair sitting
on the ground in a pair of ripped jeans with a collar wrapped around his
neck, Kasper immediately noticed the bruises and burn marks that covered
his face and bare torso; injuries he'd sustained from being beaten with
electric batons by the guards.

Seeing the attractive, young Omega walk up to his cell to deliver his
food, the young Alpha couldn't resist making a comment. "Heard the
Alpha's in this camp were supposed to be brutal. They didn't say anything
about the Omegas lookin so ruttable."

"HEY! Watch the language!" Barked the Alpha guard from the hallway.
"That's the mate of the leader's son you're talking to!"

The Alpha prisoner put up his hands in surrender. "My bad. Grub delivery
by pack royalty, huh? Fancy place."

Looking into the face of the Alpha, Kasper immediately recognized the
pale gray eyes of his father. "If I may ask, sir, are you the son of
Calvin Miller of the Maurlin pack?"

Just as he was beginning to eat, the Alpha prisoner suddenly gazed
intently at the Omega. "How the fuck did you know that?"

"I'm his son too." Said Kasper, timidly. Pulling the eagle pendant out of
the pocket of his jean shorts, the young Omega held it up for the
prisoner to see.

Shocked, the incarcerated Alpha moved closer to the bars. "You're
not...you can't be...Kassy?"

Kasper nodded as he smiled at his brother. "I'm sorry...I can't tell if
you're Bret or Billy."

Reaching through the bars, the Alpha placed his hand on his brother's
face to caress his cheek. "I-It's Bret! I'm your brother, Bret!"

Kasper's eyes began to tear up when he felt his big brother's hand touch
his face. Staring at each other in joyous disbelief, the two siblings
shared an intimate moment as Kasper put his hand on his brother's hand.

"Are you alright?" Asked Kasper.

Shaking off his pain, Bret smiled. "Don't worry bout me, kid. These dogs
hit like humans. You been here with the Nachtmahrs all this time?"

"I got moved around a lot after father died and papa got reclaimed. I
finally ended up here when I was ten. Been here ever since. What about
you and Billy?" Said Kasper.

Bret exhaled heavily. "We ended up with some old Alpha in the Logan camp.
He was a decent dude, taught us a shit load about fighting and living off
the land. Billy and I were sixteen when he died. At the time, the Brewers
needed Alpha warriors, so we enlisted. Helped them secure their camp in
exchange for food and shelter."

"Where's Billy now?" Asked Kasper.

Bret's facial expression became sullen. "You heard about the turf war
that started between the Brewers and the Ragans a couple years ago,
right?"

Kasper nodded, "Yeah."

"Billy and I fought in that battle. He didn't survive it." Said Bret.

Kasper stared at the ground, thinking about his brother as tears began to
roll down his face.

"Hey, don't you cry for Billy, ya hear me? He was a brave fighter...he
died an honorable death." Said the Alpha, solemnly.

Kasper nodded as he wiped the tears from his eyes. "Yes sir. Bret...you
ever hear anything about papa?"

Bret paused before he responded. "I heard somethin a few years back.
Guess papa got knocked up right away after that asshole Alpha claimed
him. I was told he died givin birth to our half brother. I guess the pup
died too."

Kasper went numb. For many years he'd often wondered about what happened
to his family. Now that he had learned the truth, he couldn't help but
wish that he didn't know.

"Hey...don't be sad, Kassy. You still got me." Said Bret, smiling
faintly.

Reaching his arms out through the bars of his jail cell, Bret took his
little brother's hands in his own. Feeling his brother's strong, rough
hands over his own, Kasper affectionately pressed them up against his
forehead.

******

Later that evening, Kasper was preparing dinner for Brand and himself
when he was startled by the sound of the cabin door as it swung open with
a loud bang.

Looking angry as he entered the room, Brand cornered his mate. "Why the
fuck were you at the brig today, huh?!"

Kasper swallowed hard. "I-I just needed to confirm tha-"

"TO CONFIRM WHAT?! That you got a hard on for that wild dog or somethin?!
Rory, the guard at the brig told Joachim that the filthy beast was
touching you. Is that true?!" Snarled Brand.

Kasper responded nervously, "It's not what you think, si-"

"WELL WHAT IS IT THEN?!" Yelled the Alpha.

"He's my brother, sir." Said Kasper, quietly.

Suddenly, the Alpha felt his anger slowly dissipate as he let his mate's
words sink in. "Your brother? How do you know?"

Showing the pendant to his master, Kasper placed it in between Brand's
fingers. Carefully examining the necklace, the Alpha immediately
recognized that it matched the one that the incarcerated Alpha wore
around his neck.

"Shit Kas." Said Brand, quietly.

"Sir...what are they gonna do to him?" Asked Kasper.

Sitting down on a chair, Brand took Kasper by the hand, pulling him over
to sit on his lap as he wrapped his arms around his waist. "Somehow, your
brother broke into the Alpha meeting hall in the middle of the night and
stole a whole bag of gold pieces from Joachim's safe. We don't know how
he did it because he won't talk to us. He almost got away with them,
until one of my squad guys spotted him at the edge of the border of the
encampment."

"Will they keep him in the brig for a few months for stealing? That's
usually what happens right?" Said Kasper with a hint of desperation in
his voice.

Brand's expression was serious. "Joachim doesn't look kindly on thieves,
Kas. Especially ones from outside the pack."

Feeling his lip tremble, Kasper pleaded with his master. "Please
sir...please try and help him. He's the only family I have left."

"Baby, there's nothing I can do. Joachim's already made up his mind. He
said he won't be lenient with a thief. Especially a foreign one." Said
Brand, softly.

Kasper put his head down on his master's shoulder as he began to sob
quietly. Brand hugged his mate tightly, trying to do his best to calm
him.

******

The next day, Kasper went back to the brig to bring food that he had
prepared to his brother. The young Omega watched with pleasure as Bret
proceeded to scarf down the meat that he had made just for him.

"Damn, Kassy! This venison is the best I've ever tasted! Where did ya
learn to season meat like this?" Asked Bret.

Kasper shrugged his shoulders. "Just here and there, I suppose. I'm glad
you like it, sir."

Bret looked sternly at his little brother, while wiping his mouth with a
piece of cloth. "Bout that "sir" shit. I ain't one for those stupid pack
rules. You can call your master sir, but I'm your brother. So call me
Bret, okay?"

Kasper smiled, brightly. "You got it...Bret."

After licking his fingers clean, Bret smiled at Kasper. "Ya know, this
venison ain't the only thing I can smell. How knocked up are you?"

Kasper instinctually put his hands on his stomach. "Almost four weeks."

"Your master, he good to you?" Asked Bret

Kasper nodded. "Yeah. Actually, he's pretty great."

Bret nodded and smiled. "Look uh...I hear your leader's a hard ass. I
know he's pissed about the gold I took. And I'm pretty sure these
assholes plan to take me for a walk in the woods to tear me up, so I just
want you to know...I love you, Kassy. I'm glad I got to see you again."

Feeling tears well up in his eyes, Kasper reached between the bars for
his brother's hand. "Bret...I'm gonna figure out a way to free you.
Okay?"

Quietly nodding his head, Bret reached through the bars of his cell to
gently pull Kasper closer to him. Resting his face against the cold,
metal bars, the young Omega refused to be sad as he felt his brother's
lips gently kiss his cheek.

******

Later that day, having sneaked into the Alpha meeting hall to steal a law
scroll, Kasper sat at the table of his cabin desperately searching for a
way to spring his brother from jail.

Coming across an old ordinance in the scroll that allowed a family member
to save a Lycander from a criminal sentence if he agreed to be
responsible for his actions by sponsoring him for a certain amount of
time, Kasper was elated as he read through the document. Suddenly, the
young Omega was confident that he had found a loophole that would save
his brother's life.

******

The next morning a group of higher level Alpha's, including council
members, the magistrate and Brand's security squad, all gathered at the
edge of the encampment to carry out Bret's sentence.

Stripping him naked, three of Joachim's Alpha henchwolves bound the young
werewolf's hands behind him as they secured his neck collar, disabling
his ability to morph into his beast form.

Standing proudly, the young Alpha stared coldly into the magistrate's
eyes as the upper level Alpha judge recited his offenses back to him.

"For the crimes of unlawfully invading a foreign encampment, theft, and
assault on a camp security squad member, we the Alpha members of the
Nachtmahr community sentence you to a walk and dismemberment."

As the magistrate stepped aside, Joachim approached the young Alpha. "Any
last words, kid?"

Bret looked directly in the Alpha leader's eyes. "Yeah. Your breath
smells like shit."

Joachim chuckled. "Too bad it has to end this way for you, kid. You're a
tough son of a bitch. I think you woulda been quite useful. Alright
wolves, take em out!"

Standing on the sidelines, Brand watched as three of Joachim's Alpha
henchwolves approached Bret. Attaching a leash to his collar one of the
werewolves yanked the young Alpha forward while the other two followed
behind them.

Interrupted by the sound of loud howling, the entire group of Alphas
turned to see Kasper as he quickly ran towards them. Joachim immediately
noticed the scroll that the young werewolf was carrying tucked under his
arm.

Running directly up to the magistrate, Kasper fell to his knees.
"Magistrate sir! Please don't allow this to happen! I know a way to
lawfully keep this prisoner from being executed!"

Angered by the Omega's blatant disrespect for authority, Joachim grabbed
Kasper tightly by the arm, yanking him to his feet. "What the hell do you
think you're doin, boy! You ain't supposed to be here and you're not
supposed to have that!" Joachim snarled as he yanked the scroll out from
underneath Kasper's arm.

Defiant, the young Omega stood up to the pack leader. "Sir, the scrolls
say that when a first offense is committed against the community, the
accused can be pardoned from a death sentence if a family member sponsors
him. Your prisoner is my brother, and I'd like to be his sponsor!"

Kasper listened helplessly as most of the Alphas laughed at his earnest
attempt to save Bret's life. After the laughter had subsided, Kasper
looked up to see the magistrate approaching him.

"The laws of which you speak can only be practiced by an Alpha. Being you
are a mere Omega, you are a ward of the camp. You only possess the
limited rights granted to you through the authority of the Alphas that
govern you. Therefore you are unable to sponsor this Lycander."

"Maybe not, but I can."

Kasper turned to see Brand walk up behind him. Putting his hands on
Kasper's shoulders, the Alpha addressed the magistrate.

"Kasper's my mate. And this prisoner is his brother. By my understanding
of pack law, that makes him my brother too, correct?" Asked Brand.

Quietly, the magistrate nodded his head. "It does. Are you sure you want
to sponsor this werewolf, Brand? You will be completely responsible if he
commits any other offenses during his probation." Said the magistrate.

"I'll sponsor him, magistrate." Said Brand. "Also, I brought the scroll
back to my cabin to do research. That's how Kasper got a hold of it."

Though the magistrate suspected Brand was lying about the scroll, he
decided to let the issue of the small theft go. "Release the prisoner to
his brother, but leave the collar intact. He will continue to wear it for
the six months of his probationary sentence."

Seeing the henchwolves untie his brother's hands, Kasper sprinted to
Bret's side. Bret crouched down on his haunches as he excitedly took
Kasper into his embrace, hugging him for the first time in eleven years.

Seeing his son standing alone, Joachim smugly approached Brand. "I told
you, boy. That little bitch will run you if you give him the chance."

Glancing over at his father, Brand responded. "You know something
Joachim, not only is Kasper my mate, but he's gonna be a papa to your
grandpup. I suggest you try harder to be more respectful when you refer
to him in front of me."

Just as the young Alpha was about to walk away, Joachim grabbed his
bicep, firmly. "Don't you forget who I am, boy! As well as what I'm
capable of."

Brand yanked his arm out of his father's grasp as he headed over to meet
his new brother-in-law.

******

A couple nights later, Brand stepped quietly into his cabin. Having
finished a late night shift patrolling the border of the encampment, he
was exhausted. At that late hour, the only two things he had on his mind
were washing up and going to sleep.

Looking over his shoulder, Brand noticed Bret stretched out on his couch.
Seeing the tall, muscular, young Alpha wrapped up in a blanket, he
immediately noticed the loud sound of his snoring as he spotted drool
hanging off the side of his mouth.

"This is gonna be a long six months." Said the Alpha, shaking his head
with a smirk.

Turning away from his brother-in-law, Brand removed his shirt as he
headed for his room, anxious to crawl into bed next to his handsome,
naked mate.

******

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