Alpha was sitting in the shade of the big tree when she was brought to him. He had three of his females with him at the time. One, the youngest and newest to the harem, was curled around his feet, completely naked, gazing up at him adoringly and periodically laying a gentle kiss on his big toe. Another, most likely his favourite of the day, was kneeling to the side of him with a cold drink in her hand. She wore a crop top that didn’t quite cover the bottom of her boobs and a short skirt that didn’t quite cover her whole ass. Her tail didn’t help matters either, and every time it moved, more bare skin was revealed. Alpha was talking to her, and she was smiling and laughing, her boobs bouncing along, and she stroked his arm or leg from time to time, affectionately. Finally, there was his Alpha Female. Always by his side and the only one allowed to choose her own clothing. She wore a long, loose dress with a deep V that showed off her sternum. It was made of a very thin, lightweight material that moved around her, showing off her every, elegant curve. It look as though it would rip and tear easily. Her nipples were two small buds in the crimson cloth, pointed towards their Master, waiting for him. She was sat on his other side, keeping a close watch on everyone, while she ran her fingers through Alpha’s salt and pepper hair.
When the debutante was brought forward by her Father, the Alpha Female was the first to address her.
“Hello there, little one. You are petite.” Then she addressed the Father. “Are you sure she’s of age? Her breasts are barely visible.”
The debutante kept her face to the ground and shuffled her feet. She envied the other females with their flowing curves, round boobs and bums, and shiny hair. She was small and skinny, her hips were the same width as her waist and her breasts were the tiniest bumps on her chest. It was only by looking between her legs that you could tell she was female. Even her ginger hair was rough and messy.
Her Father spoke “Yes, Mistress. 16 today. She’s a late bloomer, but her Mother was quite beautiful when she reached full maturity.”
“She couldn’t have been that beautiful or she’d be here with Alpha, and not breeding with some lower rank like you.” Said the Alpha Female. She wasn’t being cruel, or rude, that was just the way of things in the pack. Then she turned to Alpha. She was the only one who could speak to him directly without permission, so it was her job to make introductions. “Alpha, a new Debbie has arrived for you to inspect.”
Alpha had been watching and listening the whole time, of course. He had been observing her body and her movements carefully. He stood and made his way over to her to examine her more closely. All eyes were on them. The other females were smiling at the debbie in a friendly way. They had all been through this themselves and, while it was an honour to be examined by Alpha, it was also nerve wracking for a young girl to be looked at so intently and publically. They wanted to reassure her in any way that they could.
Alpha walked around the debbie, looking her up and down while he spoke to her Father. “Her Mother was a beauty, you say?” His voice was deep, rumbled with masculinity and sent a shiver down the spines of every member of his pack.
“Yes, Alpha.”
“But she was rejected when she was a debutante?”
“Yes, Alpha.”
“So, I’m guessing she was a ‘late bloomer’ too?” He stopped circling and stood directly in front of the debbie, looking at every tiny detail of her face. She was sweating and shivering from fear and awe and kept her head tilted downward to avoid Alpha’s eyes.
“She was, Alpha.”
“Well then,” Alpha turned now to address the Father directly, “you are a very lucky male. And where is she now? Your beautiful female?”
The Father looked shamefully at his feet and instinctively clutched at a deep scar on his upper arm. “She was taken, Alpha. By another pack. I… I couldn’t stop them.”
Alpha let out a tiny sigh. “Well, that is unfortunate.” If a challenger fights a male for his female and wins, he owns her and she belongs to a new pack. The only way to get her back would be to fight her new owner. The Father clearly wasn’t up to this challenge and Alpha didn’t care enough about her to try. She was probably too old to be of use to him now, if she wasn’t already dead, so it wasn’t worth the effort. Instead, he went back to the debbie. He put a finger under her chin and tilted her head up to face him. She kept her eyes down until he commanded “Look at me”. Her eyes shone like emeralds, a vivid green with light and life behind them. He ran his thumb across her mouth, then pulled her bottom lip down. Her teeth were white and straight, her lips were soft and pillowy. He took a step back to get a final overview then, looking back at the Father, he said “I will try her out and then decide if I want to keep her or not.”
The Father was so relieved and grateful. “Thank you, Alpha, thank you. She’s a good girl, I’m sure she won’t disappoint.” He knew that if his daughter could be one of Alpha’s harem, then she would be safe and protected. Their Alpha was gentle and kind and loved his females. They were never harmed, or damaged, or shared with others. It was a wonderful thing to belong to Alpha.
Alpha turned back to his females. “Wash her, brush her hair and have her wait in my room.” Then he sat back under the tree as the debbie said good bye to her Father and was hurried away by three excited females.
