The Offering takes place in a fictional world that could be a parallel to ours if the supernatural existed.
In this world, there are a variety of different races. Our main focus will be on the wereduins, which are what werewolves are called. They start off as worgs—their wolf form. Over the years, they learn how to shift first into wereduin—their humanoid form—and then later into werewolves. This shifting process takes a lot of energy both to achieve and to maintain, so some wereduin end up carrying traits from their worg form that never went away. Fern will talk your ear off on that!
The wereduin culture is full of rituals and highly devoted to their gods. Polytheist, they worship numerous gods that bare the names of the Celtic gods, although if they were once humans who adapted their religion into their new werewolf lifestyle that has not yet been proven. But everything they do normally is a ritual to celebrate some god or goddess. This is how the Offering got its name. It is an offering to the God of Fertility, Cerowain and his mate Arduinna, the Goddess of the Hunt.
While creating the world I was inspired by Halloween, so not only are their vampires and werewolves in this, but zombies and witches too.
Let’s meet some of the characters!
Fern
He is the main character of the story through whom we’ll experience the world. It essentially is his story. He’s recently came of age and now is expected to become a beta in wereduin society, no longer a pup. This means that he’ll have to enter the Offering. Fern’s a kid in a lot of ways. He’s still in high school (although, legally he’s the age of consent). He plays in an emocore-metal band with his friends. He also holds strong opinions about his society and where he feels it’s “messed up.” His words.
He’s got naturally curly light brown hair, but he dyes it black to fit with his look. He’s got black eyes with a soft brown hue around the irises. He’s average size for a beta werewolf, but Don still towers over him. All wereduin have pointy ears, but one of his droops—a leftover from worg form that he’s hoping will go away. So far, no such luck. He also has some discoloration on his nose, also from puphood.
He’s a powerpack who isn’t afraid to speak his mind and call out what he feels is bullshit. He has no desire to be mated, and definitely not to be bred.
Don
He’s the second main character. The antagonist, at least according to Fern anyway. He’s an aristocrat, called Highbornes in wereduin society. At 6’ 4” in wereduin form, and taller as a werewolf, he’s pretty intimidating with his muscular build. Especially because he’s a near genius level fighter who hopes to play spawn professionally. Spawn is a sport in their world that is basically a giant capture the flag where two teams try to defend their base while attempting to retrieve the other’s trident. There’s a lot of fighting and strategy. Don’s been doing this since he was in middle school. He’s also in three different sects—groups that alpha wereduin join that honor one of their deities. He’s got mocha-colored skin, and piercing blue eyes. He’s also quite well endowed ;-P
Because of his background, he’s a bit arrogant, especially to those he considers not worth his time.
Shamar
Fern’s zombie best friend. Shamar has green skin and black eyes. His messy hair looks like he just got out of bed and sprinkled dirt on it. Despite giving cold hugs—as zombie’s skin are cold—he’s super emotional and constantly expressing his feelings. He cares very deeply about Fern, and they’ve been best friends since middle school. He hates Don and thinks the Offering itself is degrading, and would like for nothing more than to help Fern escape and become his own person.
Alphonse
Fern’s human friend. Humans in this world are all descendants of the legendary Van Helsing, but poor Alphonse didn’t get his ancestor’s courage and is constantly fearful, giving him a terrible stutter. His best friend is Lucian, and the two of them share a special bond. Of all of Fern’s friends, he is the only one who likes Don. This is not only because he thinks Don’s one of the nicest alphas he’s met, but also because Alphonse is a massive spawn fan—something the rest of his friends don’t get at all. Alphonse is the tallest in the group with green eyes and long shaggy auburn hair that he streaked with black. He typically wears it up in a ponytail. Trying to make himself appear smaller than he is, he slouches when he walks. But all of that changes when he’s up on stage. As the front man in Fern’s band, he likes to steal the spotlight.
Lucian
The last of Fern’s friends, Lucian is a vampire. Pureblooded, he’s fairly arrogant and even though he’s also in the band, he just sits on his prissy ass and lets everyone else work. Fern’s words. But he’s fiercely protective of Alphonse. Lucian is short for a vampire, which are normally one of the taller races. He’s got pale skin, violet eyes, tall cheek bones and a long face. He’s the only goth in their group and likes to wear black blush and antiquated clothing.
Book Title: The Offering
Author: Rosary Deville
Publisher: Self Published
Cover Artist: Zoe Perdita
Release Date: November 13, 2020
Genre/s: M/M dark erotica, taboo, mpreg, paranormal/urban romance,
shifter fantasy, werewolves
Trope/s: alphas and betas, strong/unruly protagonist
Themes: dubious/non consent. forced marriage, societal inequality, abuse, violence, dom/sub, BDSM
Length: approx. 65 000 words/ 250 pages
It is Book 1 out of 2. Book 2 will be released later in 2021.
Buy Links – Available on Kindle Unlimited
A beta in an oppressive werewolf society must participate in a mating ceremony where alphas hunt their future mates.
Blurb
As a beta in Wereduin society, Fern has no choice but to be mated when he comes of age. The ideal beta wereduin was subservient to their alpha, bears young, and knows their place in society.
Fern isn’t like that.
Rather than become an extension of his alpha, Fern wants to play in his band, hang out with his friends, and stay himself.
Now of age, Fern is to be placed in the Offering—an annual ceremony where alphas hunt and claim their beta mates. And whose attention does Fern attract? None other than Donovan Blackfang, a Highborne alpha who will stop at nothing but to claim Fern’s heart, body, and soul.
Someone grabbed the nape of my neck. Shit, no! Why hadn’t I paid more attention to my surroundings?
This alpha male was stout and gray. His jagged claws dug into my shoulder, and it ripped a cry from my throat. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw another beta. This alpha must have been cornering her before I showed up. She didn’t look back at me as she made her escape. The alpha who had me could have come from my worst nightmares. He had a large scar across his eye. His thick, weather-worn hide told me he’d been at this game for a while. He could be my papa’s age, not that age mattered for werewolves, but his face was truly menacing. The glee I found in his glowing red eyes terrified me. Veins riddled his muscular physique. One of his ears had been chewed off. He gripped my shoulder, tearing my skin. I clawed at his hands, face, biting wherever I could as he forced me onto the ground.
I felt sure I was a goner when he was knocked off of me. Growling surrounded us. It was the large, black alpha that had taken on the slaver. He snarled at the alpha who had been about to rape me. Slowly, I crawled away on my hands and knees. That was when he turned his fangs on me, growling. He didn’t want me to leave, as if he already felt some ownership of me. Something in his eyes halted me and trapped my breath in my throat. I shook my head rapidly.
No!
There was no way I would be claimed tonight. And certainly not by a male. I took off running, leaving them to their fight.
It was over shockingly quick. The dark alpha won. My alpha. It confused me when I momentarily thought of him as mine. My body wanted to submit. Arousal grew heavy in my groin, heating up my body.
Hell, no!
Instincts be damned, I was not born so I could have some male alpha’s pups.
The black alpha picked up speed.
Just then, two alpha males sprang from either side of the woods. I ducked low, and they collided into each other. I dodged around them. The left one snatched me back before the alpha on the right knocked him to the ground.
Both alphas were beautiful—if I allowed myself to think something like that about the same sex. One was a scarlet red, while the other a golden bronze. Hopefully, the two would also stop the black alpha who still followed me, and I could make a getaway.
Both tried, not wanting to let a challenger slip by.
I dragged out a relieved sigh. Part of me was disappointed, and that part scared me. The rest of me was thankful. I didn’t want any of them to win—especially the strong dark alpha.
It was apparent by their beauty that all three alphas fighting over me were from the upper-class. But my eye was drawn to the dark one—jet black with those piercing neon-blue eyes and riddled, muscular physique. Of the three, he was the most handsome. Shaking my head and trying to remove those unwanted thoughts about the beautiful alphas fighting for me, I left them to battle.
When I heard them following me, I stole a glance over my shoulder. My heart stopped. Both the scarlet and golden-bronze alphas chased behind me. The dark werewolf must have been beaten. My heart sank. I wanted to slap myself. Why did I feel so let down?
I ran blindly through the forest and over the rocks until I backed myself against a cliff. Both werewolves approached me, snarling. I retreated as far as I could go before I drew my fangs. There was no way I was going down without a fight.
Perhaps they formed an alliance because they no longer fought each other. Instead, they homed in on me. Was I about to be claimed by two males?
How would they take me? I only had one opening. Would they both try to fit? My body trembled, but my beta brain started to submit. It craved having the alphas’ cocks inside me.
Backing away, I shook my head and crouched low. They sprang at me, but before they could touch me, a black shadow leaped from the cliff over my head. He landed in front of me.
There he is again!
The black alpha.
Gratitude overwhelmed me, and I could do nothing but stare at him. I wanted this alpha. I ached inside. Precum dripped from my hard cock. I wanted him inside of me.
Violently, I shook my head. No. I did not want to be claimed by anyone tonight. I found a small opening created by their fighting and snuck out. The black alpha growled at me, and I couldn’t stop my shiver. He wanted me to wait for him. He wanted me to let him claim me. Already, it felt like he had his claws around my heart.
Rosary is an author of erotica ranging from sweet and fluffy, to dark and taboo. She aims to foster a sex-positive experience for readers to indulge their fantasies in a fun and safe space. Sometimes she uses her writing to journey into the often hidden and taboo depths of human sexuality, and hopes readers will take away from her stories, not an acceptance of violence and sexual abuse, but rather a way to embrace their inner desires often shamed by society.
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