All Bark, All Bite // closed

Only briefly did Brooklyn remember what it felt like to be taken from her parents. She vaguely remember her mother begging her father to try and stop it from happening but she had only been four years old when it happened. The alpha had demanded Brooklyn to be his first born son's maid, to serve him until she would ultimately die years before he did. Being a human and all. She tried her best to keep busy when Matt wasn't around to tell her what to do but often times, she felt empty and void of a purpose when he wasn't around. She was so used to having him there to order her around that when he wasn't there, Brooklyn spent her days cleaning and reorganizing whatever cabin he was staying in at the time.

Expecting the males return from their hunt any moment now, their maidens had set about cleaning up the camp. Brooklyn didn't have much to do so she settled on making herself as presentable as she could. She washed her hair and pulled it back into a loose braid before pulling on the plain tank top and cloth pants that were the typical 'uniform' for a maid. A fresh pair of clothes had been laid out on Matt's bed, awaiting him.

Hearing a few shouts in the distance, Brooklyn's heart skipped a beat. That only meant one thing. The alpha had returned, along with the rest of his betas. Which ultimately meant that Matt was with them. She took a deep breathe and stood, smoothing out her shirt before she padded outside, barefooted as she looked to the group approaching them. Brooklyn hesitated only a moment further before moving forward to stand with the group of maids. She stared down at her feet, not wanting to upset any of the wolves with a challenge of eye contact. After a hunt that was the very last thing that was desirable.

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Zack was pacing back and forth in his small cabin. The pack was preparing to head out for a hunt and as usual, he was anxious before. He was next in line to be alpha and he knew if he didn't turn up with a good prize, his chances would be hindered. If he couldn't provide properly for his pack, he wouldn't be wanted as alpha. Let alone a beta, if he was lucky. Zacky let out a groan, stopping in front of the fireplace that was crackling away just barely. The charred scent of the wood burning was enough for Zacky to relax just a bit.

Hearing the alpha's howl, Zack stood a bit straighter and squared his shoulders. It was now or never. He turned around to face Katherine and only offered her the smallest of smiles where the edges of his lips turned upward. "Behave while I'm gone, I don't want reports of you doing anything I wouldn't approve of while I'm gone," he spoke as he stepped toward the girl that stood off to the side of the fireplace.

Using his thumb to tilt her head upward, Zack raised an eyebrow when she made eye contact with him. "Can I trust you?"

Katherine stood beside the fireplace, watching the embers dance around. It was truly mesmerizing, and she could spend hours watching the fire. Of course, she couldn't - she had duties to do, and she had to be a maid to Zacky. She was the one that had to play with Zacky, wake him up in the morning, and replace his train sets when they broke when they were little. Now, ten years on, things changed. Zacky became more stern and fierce, ever since he was destined to be the next Alpha of the clan.

Katherine knew the wrath of Zacky, hence why she obeyed his every order. When he tilted her head up, she looked up at him and nodded her head slightly. "Y-Yes, master. I will stay here and clean, there won't be any reports of reckless behavior."

It was a joke at first to call him 'Master', as it was a running gag along the pack that it suited Zacky as the Alpha. He liked it, so he made her call him that. Despite how she didn't want to, seeing that small satisfied smile that barely appeared on his lips made her happy.

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Matt had a successful hunt - and proved himself to his pack. He caught enough to feed the people of his pack for days, and everyone in the hunting squadron were impressed. He was to be the next Alpha, and his current performance heavily backed this fact up. Upon arriving back, his eyes scanned the maids - and then saw Brooklyn.

Once they placed the food down for some of the maids to cook, Matt walked over to Brooklyn, frowning slightly when her gaze was still focused on her feet. He walked past her, but sniffed in the scent of apples - his favorite shampoo. When he exhaled, he touched Brookyln's shoulder.

"Come back to the cabin now. I'm hungry, and we've got some food in the cabin I want you too cook." Matt tried to be nice at times, but his Alpha side normally dominated this and he was loud and demanding. His voice was rough, but he didn't threaten or use an alarming tone, so that was a start.

He started to walk back, and opened the cabin doors and smiled at the sight of clothes on his bed. His shirt was thrown over his head, as he slipped into the more comfortable clothes. He ignored Brooklyn, and just turned to her once he was finished dressing. "I'd like it medium rare." He pointed to the kitchen with a small smile that tugged at his lips.

(sorry the Zack section is so short it will be longer, I promise)

Zacky did his best to keep their relationship as, er, professional as he could. He knew that it was wrong to sleep with Katherine, everything that he had been taught when he was younger said that. He should never touch Katherine in any way unless she needed some sort of reprimanding but then it had been too easy. Katherine did as he said, whenever he asked. It fueled the wolf within him to know that she was an obedient girl and deep down, he didn't know whether he really cared if she was human or not. She could be turned if it came right down to it - this had been done a time or two before in the past but these times were never really spoken of.

He smiled as she answered and leaned down just enough to that he could place a gentle kiss to her forehead. "Good. Help the others if they need it," Zacky murmured. He gave her hand a light squeeze before turning and setting off out of the cabin. Spotting the alpha on the outskirts of the large clearing, Zacky made his way toward the man, his excitement beginning to grow at the prospect of the hunt.

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Brooklyn had prepared herself for Matt's homecoming - she had showered early that morning and made sure to use his favourite soap and shampoo in hopes that he would be happy. She knew that it was foolish to want anything more out of Matt, he was to be alpha and she was nothing more than a handmaiden. So she settled on what she could get and did he best to keep Matt happy so that perhaps she could remain even after he found a mate.

Only looking up when Matt touched her shoulder, Brooklyn nodded quickly. She turned and all but ran for the cabin, not wanting to keep Matt waiting any longer than absolutely necessary. "Of course, sir. Right away," her words were loud enough to be heard but she made sure not to speak too loudly. She didn't want Matt, or anyone else listening in, to take it as some sort of challenge.

Reaching the cabin, Brooklyn waited as patiently as she could. The moment he let her inside, Brooklyn stepped over to turn on the lights. Her eyes lingered a little too long when Matt undressed and she quickly averted her gaze when he turned back around.

Brooklyn walked toward the small kitchen and pulled out the steak that Matt had motioned toward. "Did you want anything else with the steak, sir?" She asked, timid as she glanced behind her just long enough to gauge Matt's reaction.

Katherine watched as Zacky left, silently letting out a breath she wasn't aware she was holding in. Part of her hated being human, because there was no way she could fight her way out of this situation. Sure, when they were younger, it was relatively better - there wasn't that awkward atmosphere in the air, and the tension. To say it brutally, Katherine hated being here. Being a slave against her will - but it had to be done. She had no family to run too, so there was no point in running away. There was no point fighting, because she was nothing compared to Zacky.

So, she had to suck it up and stay obedient.

Simply, Katherine grabbed a blanket from the couch and placed it on the floor in front of the fireplace. Laying down, she rested a hand behind her head, and exhaled into the cold air. Whenever she got the chance, she'd relax like this - laying by the fire, watching the embers dance around in their unique harmony.

Zacky couldn't know, because she was supposed to be cleaning and tending to the house 24/7. It was nice to relax, but when she heard the howls, she'd always jump up and retreat to the corner of the kitchen while cleaning a dish.

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Matt ran a hand through his hair, looking around the cabin. Everything was always clean, and he guessed it was because Brooklyn worked her ass off. As much as Matt wanted to thank her, he knew it was undignified for an upcoming Alpha like him to thank a mere human.

"Just steak." He mumbled, as he sat down on the couch and simply looked out the window.

He knew he shouldn't use Brooklyn for his own pleasures, but he couldn't help it. Something about her obedience drove his inner self to new dominating levels. Plus, for a human, she didn't look half bad - but that wasn't the point. The point was that he shouldn't be doing half the things he does with Brooklyn, their relationship had to be secret because if his pack found out about it... It would be his 'Alpha' title ruined.

His brows furrowed as he thought, hearing the steak sizzling away. Matt's expression was tight, lips straight and eyes showing no emotion, but with his brows angled slightly. His thoughts strayed away from Brooklyn as he was thinking about tonight's events from the hunt.

((Sorry Matt's was so shit))

(it's fine ! )

The hunt had gone fairly well, others had brought down larger kills but Zacky had managed to bring down a fairly large deer along with a few other smaller animals. On the return to camp, all that he heard was praise and that just put him in an even better mood than he already had been in. Moving through the forest, Zacky rubbed against the members of his pack while the younger wolves trailed behind, dragging the kills the older members had made.

Returning to camp, Zacky stood with the alpha and the other council members, discussing when the celebrations would begin for the evening. Any excuse to celebrate and a successful hunt was certainly a decent one by standard. Once a time was agreed upon, he turned and made his way toward the cabin he knew that Katherine would still be inside.

Zacky didn't bother to knock before he entered. He didn't look over to Katherine until he tugged his shirt from his body and tossed it into the dirty laundry bin. Finally, he turned around to face her, a gentle smile tugging at the edges of his lips. For once, he wasn't on edge at all. "What did you do while I was gone?"

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Brooklyn would never say no to Matt, no matter what he asked of her. Part because she had a desire to please him, Matt was the only person that she kept contact with daily while the other maids were a hit or miss at best. Part because she didn't want to see what would happen if she denied his requests, whether it was to lay in bed with him or to provide for him. No matter what she personally felt, Matt's needs and wants were above hers.

Having already ate a small meal when Matt was away, Brooklyn nodded at his answer. It was typical of the maids to eat whenever they got a chance as opposed to alongside their wolf, lest they begin thinking they were equals or get in the way of serving their wolf. As soon as the steak had finished and rested, Brooklyn plated it. She turned around and headed over to Matt, holding out the plate to him. "What would you like to drink, sir?"

When she looked up just enough to notice the look on Matt's face, Brooklyn visibly tensed. Had she done something wrong? She swallowed and lowered her gaze, shifting her weight to the other foot, uneasy. "Can I do anything else for you, sir?"

Katherine didn't even notice Zacky came back until he spoke, and by that time, she practically scrambled to her feet and quickly folded the blanket up. Her eyes matched Zacky's gaze, before she dropped it quickly. "U-Um, s-sorry Master, I lost track of time..." By this point her head was hung low, as she kept her gaze on her bare feet.

Shit, what should she do?

She lost track of time completely, and now she was sure she'd face the price. Katherine was always the one who did everything on time, never would she relax or take time out... And here she was, caught in the act. Biting her lip, she fiddled with the bottom of her shirt - a nervous habit she'd picked up over the years. The human didn't know what to say... So she waited. Timidly, she looked up slightly to see if he was still looking at her. When their eyes met again, she quickly looked away.

"A-Are you hungry, Master?"

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Matt looked at Brooklyn as she handed him the plate, which he gladly took and thanked her with a small nod. "Water would be nice." He managed a small smile, looking at Brooklyn as he started to eat his steak. Matt could feel how tense she was, and that annoyed him slightly - there was no need to be tense, as he wasn't angry.

Yet.

"Something bothering you?" He asked, looking over at Brooklyn when she was getting the water. "You're tense." With those words, he left his steak on the table and stepped towards the girl. "I don't like it when you're tense." He leaned against the kitchen counter, and just looked at her.

He waited, and then spoke again. "It makes me tense. And I don't need to be tense right now. There's something that could relieve my stress... And I'm sure it'll relieve yours too." Matt sent a smirk her way, before walking away. "You can bring that up to our room." He said, pointing to the steak, before he vanished up the stairs.

This was wrong, and Matt knew it - he could never do this with a human... But sometimes, he needed to get stress off his shoulders, and so did she.

Zacky's eyes hardened as they came to a rest on Katherine. His eyes narrowed, his jaw set as he glared down at her. He liked to think that he was a somewhat fair wolf in regards to how he treated Katherine. Of the stories that passed around when the wolves were alone, of the ones boasting about the latest punishment that their maid had suffered through, he knew for a fact that he was. But then, he comes back after a tiring hunt, to find her all but sleeping in front of the fire?

"Do I not treat you fairly enough, Katherine?" He asked, his voice tense, barely containing the rage that had built up so quickly. Zacky drew in a slow, deep breath and shook his head. He let out a dry laugh before stepping closer to her. He was silent as he studied her, waiting for an answer.

"Tell me. I'm sure you've heard from the other maids what some do to them," Zacky spoke, voice dangerously low as he took another step forward. Setting his hand on the nape of her neck, Zacky applied just a bit of pressure - to let her know he was serious. "Or do I need to make it so you're the one telling tales next time, hm?"

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Brooklyn immediately turned to head back over to fridge. She grabbed a glass from the cabinet beside it before pouring a glass of the filtered water pitcher. Jumping at the question, Brooklyn had to focus to set the pitcher away without shaking. She swallowed, shaking her head after a moment. She wanted to ask if she had done something wrong but with the way that Matt's mood seemed to be souring, she wasn't going to. "No, I... of course not," Brooklyn answered, focusing on keeping her words straight so that she wouldn't stumble over them.

Her heart started pounding as Matt stood and it took all of her self control not to throw herself at his feet. Brooklyn had been doing so well, she didn't want to upset him and cause him to lash out. The few times she had been stupid enough to push him to his breaking point were what kept her in line. And the reason why her grip tightened on the glass in her hands so that it didn't shake, so it wouldn't spill anywhere.

Her eyes skipped around the room, frantic to try and find some sort of reason she could give him. Thankfully, Matt started to speak again before she could dig herself into an even deeper hole. A blush crept onto Brooklyn's cheeks at his words and she nodded, quickly following after him, the water in one hand and the steak in her other hand. Brooklyn knew what was coming and yet she wanted to turn and run the other way. In the moment when they were together, it almost made it too hard to distinguish what her role was and it was usually after those moments that she acted out. But she could never tell him no.

Brooklyn stepped around to the nightstand where she placed the plate and glass before turning around to face Matt. Her gaze was still cast downward, her hands already moving to lift her shirt above her head. There was no use in waiting around, if Brooklyn knew what Matt wanted, she would see to it that he received it. "How would you like me?" Her voice was barely even a whisper this time around, she could feel her heart ready to beat out of her chest.

Katherine swallowed a lump forming in her throat, as she bit her lip with the consequence of drawing blood. "Y-You're good to me, Master. I'm deeply sorry for falling asleep, I'll do anything to make it up to you."

She meant it - Katherine hated seeing Zacky angry, especially when it was at her. The human always wanted to please Zacky, and when she didn't, it crushed her. Probably because of the fact they were together when they were younger, so there was a bond there that couldn't be broken by emotions alone. The smaller of the two nibbled on her bottom lip, the copper taste still present upon her tongue.

Zacky had once said, when they were younger, that she had adorable nervous habits - like her lip biting. Of course, she knew he wouldn't remember that. He had much more better things to think about.

Katherine knew Zacky hated it when she begged too much in normal situations, so she tried to refrain from using 'please' as much as she could. To him it was a sign of weakness in everyday situations, and she tried to give off a strong exterior.

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Matt's solutions to his problems were something that feels good on the mind and soul - and that's what he found from things like this. While he hated to admit it to his clan members, he knew deep down that he was addicted. Addicted to the way it felt to have Katherine around him, to feel her. He would never show this affection outside the cabin, as it would be a sign of weakness.

"I'd like you to do most of the work tonight, Katherine." He said in a husky voice, as he sat on the edge of the bed. "First, I'd like you to strip and give me a show. Then we can think about what can come next."

One of his problems is that he was always blunt in the bedroom, but he had the right words to say when it came to these situations. Deep down, Matt had some emotion apart from the anger and monotone vibe he portrays, but he never shows it. Alphas should never show emotions to humans.

And he had to abide by that rule to be the next Alpha.

"Tsk, tsk," Zacky chided, shaking his head as he used his thumb to wipe away the small bead of blood that appeared on her lower lip. He wanted to tell it that it was quite alright because even as he looked around, nothing seemed to be out of place. Nothing was dirty, it wasn't as if she had truly been neglecting her duties... but he was sure one of the other maids could have used help at some point. Instead of helping the others, Katherine had chosen to neglect them.

"What are you going to do to make things up to me? You can't turn back time," he answered with a slight smirk tugging on his lips. Zack knew very well what she was getting at but he wasn't going to simply let it go. He wanted her to use her words to tell him exactly how far she was willing to do to turn his sour mood into a lighter one.

Zacky stepped backward so that he could lower himself onto the couch in front of the fireplace, eyes trained on Katherine. He raised an eyebrow, cocking his head to the side. "Well?"

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Brooklyn looked alarm at Matt's instruction. A show? She had never been very good with dancing, when the maids had a chance to relax and do as they pleased, she still kept to herself and put her head down to work. There was no use in dancing and singing when there was work that could be done, even if they had been told it could wait. It wouldn't do very much good to dance about and enjoy herself, only to be tired and mess up her chores later on.

A slight shake of her head was followed by a baby step backward. Despite the desire to please Matt and do as she was told, she couldn't. She would do no good at it and it would only serve to upset Matt if she made a fool of herself. Swallowing, Brooklyn simply clutched her shirt in front of her body.

"Sir... I-I don't..." she trailed off, struggling to find the right words. Brooklyn was frozen in her position, eyes wide as she stared down at the floor, like a deer that had been caught in headlights. She knew the approaching danger, knew what disobeying her wolf meant and yet she had no idea how to follow through with the order so she stood and waited, wanting nothing more than to sink into the floor beneath her.

Katherine simply gulped down the lump rapidly forming in her throat, as she averted her gaze from Zacky after he sat. Feeling heat rise to her cheeks, she cleared her throat, before tucking a stray strand of hair behind her ear. "W-Well, ur... I could... Do something..."

Thinking her pauses and stutters were annoying the soon to be Alpha, Katherine placed her small fingers against the end of her blouse and paused before meeting eyes with Zacky.

"O-Of course, it's only if you would like to.. If not, I-I can cook or clean or something." Speaking in a soft voice, she bit the inside of her cheek to keep herself from embarrassing herself further. Timidly, she started to lift her shirt just above her abdomen, before dropping it. "Y-You do want this, right?"

Panic settled in.

What if she was making a fool of herself? What if she made him feel uncomfortable? So many questions were racing around her mind, she almost lost touch with the world around her and the situation she had landed herself in.

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Something snapped inside Matt.

He pressed his lips together, and narrowed his eyes at Brooklyn. He slowly stood from the bed, and simply placed his hands behind his back and forced a smile on his face. "When I said show, I meant taking off your clothes with some style. Do you know how easier it would of been if you just took off your clothes, Brooklyn?"

By now, he had advanced towards her and backed her up against the door. Matt reached behind her and locked the door, the same sickly forced smile on his face.

"You've just made me feel upset..." He caressed her face and leaned in, inches from her lips. Suddenly, he slammed his fist against the door right beside her head, grinning when she jumped in shock. "And you've made me angry... Oh, sweet little Brooklyn - you've landed yourself in a bad, bad place."

He pushed her towards the bed, and with a single motion he pushed her just so she fell on the bed lightly. In an instant, he crawled on top of her. "Now, you're going to be a good girl, aren't you? It would be a shame for something to happen to you..."

Zacky studied Katherine as she stumbled over her words. God, why was she so nervous? He wanted nothing more than to reach forward to correct her shaky movements. He didn't care if she was unsure but she should still be moving with confidence because that meant getting things done quicker. Slow work was not something that had ever pleased Zacky. Hadn't she learned?

He stood and closed the distance between them quickly. "Must I do everything myself, little girl?" Zacky spoke through gritted teeth, reaching to tug the shirt over her head unceremoniously. Reaching around her back, he undid the clasp of her bra in one movement before he stepped back, away from her.

Resuming his position on the bed, Zacky looked up to her. She was afraid and for the briefest of moments, guilt flashed through his mind and just as quickly as it was there, it was gone. His mouth settled in a thin line as he looked up to her. "Don't make me do everything, Katherine. You won't like it if I need to start telling you every little thing to do. You're not helpless, are you?"

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Brooklyn swallowed around the lump that had suddenly formed in her throat though it still lingered. She looked up to him slowly, her eyes wide as they reached his face but not high enough to meet his eyes. There was always a difference between Matt's true smiles, they always reached his eyes and made them sparkle in a way that made Brooklyn melt. She didn't need to look any further to know this wasn't one of those.

Backing toward the door, she jolted as her back connected with the wood. She knew if she screamed loud enough someone would hear but she couldn't... no. That would land Matt in more trouble than was worth and besides, she had done this to herself. She had questioned directly after disobeying him and that was one of the very last things she should do.

"S-Sir," she started, trying to find the right words for an apology but they were whisked away as Matt's hand caressed her cheek. Brooklyn had only just began to relax when Matt punched the door beside her. She jumped but had no where to go, her eyes wide as she looked up to him, not even hesitating as she made eye contact with him. "I-I didn't..." she tried again, only to willingly stumble toward the bed behind her.

Brooklyn's eyes closed the moment she fell onto the bed and she quickly moved up so that Matt would be comfortable as he climbed above her. A chill ran down her spine at the threat that lingered on Matt's lips. What did he want from her? Whatever it was, she would happily offer it so that she didn't meet her end. Shaking hands reached for the waistline of her pants. "Pl-Please. Let me please you, sir," she whispered, tugging her bottom lip between her teeth. "That's what I'm here for."