Wait for the alpha to return

As much as your mind tells you to get up and escape, your heart is conflicted. You find yourself making excuses for why escape is impossible and, ultimately, why you do not even want to escape. You can feel all those lupines watch you and then there is the taste still lingering in your mouth. The lupine cum. Before was against your will, but you served the lupines willingly. You enjoyed it.

You curl up on the pine needles and wait. You cannot sleep, but you close your eyes and try to shut out your thoughts of despair and worse, your thoughts of lupine cocks filling every hole and pumping you full of seed. You focus on the sounds of the cave, like a quiet village. The lupines use tools with their human-like hands, so you even hear them using tools and other objects. Their voices are a mixture of English and animal sounds. Conflicts degenerate into growls, arguments into barks, and the mating of pairs into yips and howls of pleasure.

You are not sure how much time passes, but you can sense the alpha entering the den. The cave grows silent. You lift your head from the pine needles and see the huge, muscular black lupine approaching you slowly, a fat goose hanging by its neck from his jaws. He drops the dead bird beside you.

"You have served the pack," he says, sniffing the air. "Gnaw and Cur. Did they enjoy you as I commanded?"

"Y-yes," you answer and quickly tell him what you did for them.

"That is well," he says. "You are a good bitch and I am glad to have you as mine."

"Thank you," you answer meekly. Oddly, you actually mean it. The words feel good and your face flushes with pride at being called a good bitch. The alpha studies you and licks his chops.

"My name is Maul to the pack," he says. "You may call me this."

"Maul?" The word is strange and full of power on your lips. As meaningful as calling him "master."

"Good." Maul sits so close to you his fur is touching your naked body. He licks your shoulder and cheek. The contact is exciting to you and you shiver and react with a growing heat between your legs. When Maul speaks again his voice is growling with purpose. "Raise your hindquarters to me. It has been a long hunt and it would relax me to breed you again."

The expectation that you will not resist fills you with a combination of shame and happiness. You want to obey him, but there is a certain sadness to that realization. You know if you meekly go along with Maul then your fate as a bitch of the pack is all but sealed. You will be surrendering to a life of breeding by Maul and serving the pack.