by Gale Stanley

Wolf Pack: Credence - Gale Stanley
Part of the Wolf Pack series:
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Pages: 58

Bleu and Grey are bonded, but a threesome with Alek leaves Bleu questioning their relationship. He believes the three of them belong together, but triads are taboo, so Bleu suffers in silence. Some things are better left unsaid. Still, fate keeps throwing them together. Can there be a future for two Alphas and an omega? Or will hidden feelings destroy them all?


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Credence (Wolf Pack 3)
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Trapped. Bleu struggled against the tape binding him to the chair, but he couldn’t get loose. Fuck. I’m trapped here, wherever here is.

He looked around, but the unfamiliar room offered no clues. He thought about Grey. Would he ever see his Alpha again?

A click sounded behind him. Bleu turned his head and found himself staring down the barrel of a gun. Sweat beaded on Bleu’s forehead and he started shaking uncontrollably. His bladder loosened and he peed himself. He opened his mouth to scream --

“Wake up, Bleu. Damn it, wake the hell up!”

Bleu’s eyes flew open. “Grey?” he mumbled.

“Yeah. Grey. Who else?”

It took a few seconds for Bleu to register where he was, then Grey’s warm body overpowered the nightmare. “Sorry, I was dreaming.”


“That must have been some dream. You wet the bed.”

Bleu felt his face heat. “I’m sorry.”

Grey got fresh sheets from the closet. “No apologies necessary. Was it the kidnapping again?”


The same terrifying dream plagued him every night. Each time Bleu relived his abduction by John Smith, a man he’d once known as his college professor. Smith had found out that the Agéli Lýkon fraternity was a real wolf pack. The Alpha Brotherhood, including Bleu’s bonded lover, Grey, had the ability to shift into wolves, but John Smith needed proof. He held Bleu hostage, intending to lure Grey to his hideout. Smith got more than he bargained for. Both Grey and his best buddy, Alek, showed up and --

“Earth to Bleu. Stop thinking so much. It’s over. Smith is dead.”

Bleu sighed heavily. “Sorry, I can’t help it.”

“Want to talk about it?”

“No. I don’t want to think about it anymore. Just hold me.” Bleu slid back into bed and curled up like a baby, with Grey cradling him.

“I love you, baby. You’re safe now. You’re my omega and I’ll always take care of you. Go back to sleep.”

* * *

Bleu woke to Grey’s morning wood poking eagerly at his butt. He loved having this extra time with his Alpha, but it wouldn’t last forever. Each Alpha had a bonded omega, but the omegas didn’t live in the frat house. Lykos Stavros, the chapter president, had made an exception for Bleu. He had allowed Bleu to move temporarily into Grey’s room on the advice of the specialist treating Bleu for PTSD, Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. The psychiatrist was a former member of the Brotherhood and well acquainted with the relationship between an Alpha and his omega. Dr. Howard Evans knew Bleu would feel safer in the company of his Alpha.

But the other omegas were already grumbling about Bleu’s special treatment. They all wanted to sleep with their Alphas in the frat house, but Stavros made the rules. The omegas had to fulfill their primary duty as spies and liaisons to the human population. Bleu sighed. It was just another thing for him to feel guilty about.

Grey nibbled at his ear. “You awake, Bleu?”

“I am now.”

“Good.” Grey rolled on top of him.

Bleu exhaled from the bottom of his lungs. “Jesus, you should lay off the pizza.”

“Look who’s talking.” Grey took advantage of Bleu’s open mouth to thrust his tongue inside.

Bleu sucked on it for a few seconds. “Don’t you have anything bigger to suck on?”

Grey laughed. “Oh yeah, but I’m not sure you can handle it.”



“Get off me and I’ll prove it.”

“You’re getting spoiled.” But, Grey rolled off Bleu and lay on his back. “Just don’t get used to playing boss.”

“Ha, you know you love it.”

“I love it when you suck my cock.”

Bleu settled between Grey’s muscular legs and ran his tongue along the crease of Grey’s thigh. He nipped at the tender flesh and nuzzled Grey’s wiry bush. When he finally licked Grey’s red, swollen cockhead, Grey let out a moan. “Baby, you make my head spin.”

“I’m just getting started.”

Bleu used his tongue to trace the vein that ran along Grey’s shaft, and then searched the slit for a drop of precum. He savored the taste and started sucking for real.

Grey groaned and Bleu stopped immediately. He widened his eyes and feigned a look of innocence. “You okay?”

“Fuck, yes. Get back to business, brat.”

Bleu laughed. He love teasing Grey, but he could only keep it up so long. He wanted this as much as Grey did...


About the Author

Gale Stanley grew up in Philadelphia PA. She was the kid who always had her nose in a book, her head in the clouds, and her hands on a pad and pencil.

Some things never change.

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