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“Ah, here we are—theChoosingStone,” theElderBitchbeside me said.
Ilooked up and saw that we had come to a kind of stone altar at the end of the large clearing.TheChoosingStonewasn’t actually one stone—it was three—one large, flat stone a little bigger than the mattress of a king-sized bed and two upright obelisks that rose to points on either side of it in the center.
Theobelisks both had large purple gems embedded in them that seemed to gleam in the moonlight.Andeach one had a golden ring drilled into the side of it.Fromeach ring hung a long silky black cord that wasn’t quite thick enough to be called a rope.
“Hereyou are, my dear,” one of theElderBitchessaid to me as we stepped up the single step and onto the large flat stone. “TheChoosingStone.Thisis where you’ll kneel,” she said, indicating a place right between the two towering obelisks.
Isaw that there was already what looked like the imprint of knees worn into the stone itself where she was pointing.Howmany generations of women of ourPackhad gone through this ritual to wear indentations in the stone itself,Iwondered?
“We’llgive you a cushion to kneel on, of course,” one of the otherElderBitchessaid. “Theydidn’t used to, but we protested when we were your age until they changed the rules,” she added proudly.
“Oh, er—thank you,”Isaid as she placed a thin cushion over the indentations in the stone.
“Kneeldown now so we can attach you to theChoosingStone,” she told me.
Feelingnumb,Idid as she said.
Iknelt on the cushion and felt my knees conform to the worn places under it—it was surprisingly comfortable.ThentheElderBitchestook the long black cords that were attached with golden rings to the obelisks on either side and brought them to my wrists.Thecords had golden threads running through them and they ended in golden rings, about the size of a bangle bracelet.
“Nowthen, dearie—just slip your hands through the rings,” one of theElderBitchesinstructed.
Idid so, expecting that the rings would tighten around my wrists to hold me in place.Butthey didn’t change shape or size at all.Ifrowned at them.
“Thesedon’t look like very effective handcuffs,”Iremarked.
TheElderBitchesgiggled among themselves.
“Ohgoodness me—of course they’re not handcuffs!”Oneof them exclaimed. “They’rejust to give you something to hold on to—andthey give you access to the power of theChoosingStone.”
“Idon’t understand,”Isaid blankly. “Whatdo you mean?Whatpower?”
“Takehold of the rings and see for yourself,” theElderBitchsaid mysteriously. “Thenyou’ll see.”
Feelinga bit nervous,Islipped my hands down so thatIcould hold onto the thin metal rings.Theminute my fingers curled around them,Ifelt whatIcan only describe as a bolt of electrical lust flowing through me.
“Oh!”Igasped asIgrasped the rings tighter.Abovemy head, the large purple jewels embedded in the sides of the obelisks started glowing.
“There—you see!She’sfeeling it!”Oneof theElderBitchesexclaimed.
Icertainly was.Ihad already been hot and needing to be bred before, but this energy was different somehow.
BeforeIhad felt desperate, as thoughIwould have to go on my hands and knees to any male who would be willing to help me.NowIfelt empowered—with the sexual energy flowing through my bodyIwas a goddess.Ifelt able to accept any and allAlphaswho wished to see if they could fill my pussy—butIwould choose only the most worthy candidate to knot me.
Iwould be the one to choose for myself—no matter whatRickteror any of the otherPartiallyShiftedmales waiting in line to breed me might think.Withthe power of theChoosingstone,Iwas in control of my fate and my destiny.
“Ah, you see now—don’t you?”Oneof theElderBitchesasked—she had been watching the expression on my face asIgripped the rings. “Wheneveryou have need of strength to get through theCeremony, just hold the rings.They’llgive you the power to stay upright while theAlphasyou don’t choose breed you…and they’ll let you know when the right one comes.”
“Whenthat happens, you must release the rings and get yourself into breeding position,” one of the otherElderBitchestold me. “Leanforward with your legs spread, lift your hips, and put your head in your arms so that the male you have chosen can knot you properly and give you a breeding bump.”
“Infront of the wholePack?”Iasked uncertainly.
“Ohyes—it’s important that thePackwitnesses your mating, my dear,” she said seriously. “That’sthe point of the ceremony—so everyone knows who you belong to—and who belongs to you,” she added, smiling. “Nowjust you try and relax here for a moment or two.TheChoosingCeremonywill be starting very soon and theAlphaswill be lining up behind theChoosingStone.”
“How…how many will there be?”Iasked faintly.
“Hmm, for the honor of breeding and mating with the sister of the currentPackmasterwho is also the daughter of the formerPackmaster?I’dsay there will be a fair few,” she told me. “Butdon’t you worry—just grip the rings if you feel overwhelmed and theChoosingStonewill give you the strength to keep going!”
Thenthey left me there, on my knees waiting for theChoosingCeremonyto begin.
