All Chapters of Pleasured By The Pack: Chapter 1 - Chapter 5

"Miss Isobelle Harding," our principal, Mr Saunders called me to the stage. Shaking with adrenaline and sweating like a bitch in heat, I ascended up the metal steps with the sound of applause ringing in my ears. All my focus went into not tripping in my graduation gown and looking like a complete dick-head in front of all these people. The pressure of having a hundred pairs of eyes following me across the stage scorched my face with embarrassment. I wasn't exactly an outgoing person and despised being the centre of attention. Perspiration began to form across my upper lip like a sweaty moustache. Why did this gown have to be made from black polyester? In temperatures of thirty degrees, the heavy material was suffocating. By the time I had walked across the stage, I had turned into a flustered mess. As subtly as I could manage, I wiped my moist palms across my gown before accepting the scroll. The principal grasped my

I gazed out through the windscreen and up at the highlighted brickwork. The guesthouse was bathed in a pale yellow hue from the spotlights. A sun canopy stretched around the front of the building like a striped skirt. From the well-maintained grounds to the internal artistic décor, everything was modern and immaculate. Peter helped to bring my belongings inside. We had to be quiet so as not to wake the sleeping guests. Helen and Sam were there to greet us, and what a fine-looking couple they were too. Her tanned skin was flawless, contrasting against her platinum blonde hair and perfect white teeth. The summer dress she wore, clung to her voluptuous figure like she had been hand-stitched into it. Her husband Sam, was around six-foot-five with looks to die for, and the body of a temple. I didn't need x-ray vision as his well-defined assets strained beneath his tight V-necked t-shirt, leaving nothing to the imagination. Peter and Sam carried all m

"That's what people said." Teresa shrugged. "The girls weren't mistreated or anything, they all came back with the same stories. That the men were searching for the right one but none of those women was right for them," she finished. "Personally, I think that the majority of them went looking to see for themselves. Most seemed disheartened when they came back... whores." She scrunched her face with revulsion. Helen giggled and even Teresa began to relax and see the funny side. The scientist in me was rolling her eyes, calling this out for the bullshit that it was, but after the night I had, something that Teresa had just said resonated with me. Like an itch I just had to scratch or else it'd bug me. "I thought I heard wolves howling outside the guest house last night. That's what it sounded like anyway. So, what you're saying is, there are men in the woods who go around impersonating the call of the wolf? Bloody hell." I shook my head slowly. "I