There are too many wolves in my parent’s house and this collared shirt is choking the life out of me. I long to shed all my clothes, take to my wolfskin, and run free in the trees. But that was the old me, to run from the things which scared me. And I’m fucking terrified. Deciding to fight for my mate is both freeing and restricting at the same time, because I know Sloane is the only one for me, and from this point on in my life, she will be my everything. Since I met her, none of the others really mattered anyway. My life has changed and now it’s time I settle down and claim my mate properly, if she’ll have me that is. For Sloane, I will give up the life of a hunter, stay here on packlands, and be there for my mate and her cub. To love, honor, protect her above all others. I want the type of bond, the life, my grandfather speaks so fondly of. That life once didn’t appeal to me, but now it’s all I want, and I pray to the moon my mate will want it too. I dream of days of working by t
I awake the next morning feeling more refreshed than I have in a while. The day is bittersweet for more reasons than one. Today is the last day elder Everest will ever spend with his family and friends until we all join him on the other side. I believe in Heaven and know in my heart it is the same as the spirit world, the place where good souls go to spend eternity in peace with those they loved in this life. I know my parents have found each other and a place there and are at peace. I know Everest will soon be reunited with his mate Rain who passed several seasons before him, she waits for him, and he is ready to go join her. It’s those who he is leaving behind who are struggling to accept it.And I’m feeling more conflicted about rejecting the bond. Not just because of the amazing orgasm Slade and I shared the night before, the best of my life, but more because of the emotional side of the bond. The moon favored Everest and Rain to be mates and they built a beautiful life together.
I know I shouldn’t provoke my mate, but I just can’t help myself. I am rewarded by the pretty blush to her cheeks, not to mention a wave of arousal I get from her when I remind her of last night. What happened between us, and it is clear she was just as affected as I was. The bond doesn’t lie, last night made that clear. And even though I know she has muted the bond today; her body betrays her. I can smell her desire even when I can’t feel it. Not that I need a bond to tell me I got my mate all worked up in more ways than one this morning. Sloane may have chosen the omega over me, the one whose scent still clings to her skin, but I’m not going to make it easy on her. However, I’m not the only one being tested this morning, as my mate sic’s her cub on me. I know what she is doing, and I can’t blame her for it. She needs to know she can trust me with her body and heart, but more importantly with her cub. And I will prove it to her, that I can be a good mate and Father if she gives me t
My mate arrives that afternoon, still dressed in her scrubs with the name of her college embroidered across her breast pocket. I do not hide or cower from her, but nor do I invade her personal space. Though it kills me, I fight my urges, and allow her to come to me when she is ready. That time comes a few hours after her mingling with the family and friends who have adopted her into the pack, and when she is about to take the cub home for a late nap.I stand from the couch I planted my ass on immediately as she heads in my direction. She has contained her son in her arms, and he is clearly fighting sleep. The inquisitive and rambunctious little wolf doesn’t want to give into sleep and miss a thing with all the excitement about. He yawns and his head droops closer to his mother’s shoulder. My mate sooths him by rubbing his back.“I just wanted to say thanks for helping to look after Gauge today,” smiles Sloane, “it seems this little guy is about to crash. If he doesn’t get a nap, he’ll
Even my cub has accepted Slade, but I am now more conflicted than ever. Especially when word spreads through the pack about the way my mate stood up for me to Mace and his mate over their treatment of his first love and his son. I am touched by the gesture, and it doesn’t make my decision to reject the bond any easier. I cannot deny the fact I am more than just sexually attracted to Slade, and I think he feels the same way about me. Despite his teasing, and the dirty things that come out of his mouth, my mate seems to want more than just my body.But I need some time to process things as emotions are running high right now. Not only is what would have been my parent’s twenty-third anniversary coming up, we also all await for the Ironclaw’s to bring Everest’s body from the forest. So then we can return him to the Earth properly. His kin will know when their Elder has taken his last breath and only then will they bring him home. To intrude on his private time of reflection to the moon,
I guess I had it coming. In the words of Olive for “strutting around like a damn peacock,” when I tried to use my body to get my mate all flustered rather than my words. I know she was affected; I could smell it in the air, but it backfired on me. If anything, I feel I have driven her farther away and deeper into the arms of that omega. Sloane is not so easily swayed by my body or the things it does to her. There is a desire and lust brewing between us, but bedding her is not all I’m after. I want all of her. And I have now inadvertently given my mate the impression that I only want her for one thing. I fucked up. And I’m not sure how to fix it.Sloane does not drop her cub off at my house tonight for her date with the omega. I assume she has taken her son to Rose’s house or Celeste has come over instead. I let my mind get the best of me imagining my mate in that wolf’s bed, the way he touches her, the way her lips taste his skin. But I resist my urge to go challenge him to a fight, t
I stop following my mate and I let her go. Sloane has made it clear she doesn’t want me around, especially not tonight. When they are nothing but specks in the distance, I walk over to the memorial tree, and bow my head. I pay my own respects to Jack and Ava Cross. I pull the dove I carved from my pocket and set it against the roots of the tree.My throat is thick, “I will take care of them both, moon as my witness. Rest easy.”It is a promise I intend to keep, no matter if Sloane opens herself up to the mating bond, or rejects me for another wolf completely. It is my duty as both a wolf, and the one the moon bestowed on me upon our pairing.Afterwards, I strip myself bare and make for the trees. I become one with my wolf and run until the restless energy dissipates, until some of the pain and tension leaves me. I might have run all night long, until something pulls me back. I hear my mate’s screams after I am already running back towards the clearing. My paws tear across the soil, a
I did not drop my cub off with Slade last night. Nor did I have dinner with Basil after visiting my parent’s memorial on the pack lands and having a good cry. I returned to my house with my best friend and my cub, and we opened the box of wine. I paced myself until after I fed and put my son to bed, and Lark hung around to keep me company until one box of wine was gone, and I announced I was turning in for the night. Then I curled up with a bottle of wine I’d been saving for a special occasion and nursed it in my bed. Basil’s scent was already fading from my sheets, and the omega was the last thing on my mind. My thoughts even wondered away from my infuriating mate. I watched as the clock ticked closer to midnight, though I had to be up for an early morning class, I chased sleep. My parents should have been celebrating twenty-three years of marriage. Perhaps to a getaway trip, after Celeste and I threw them an intimate party. We should have been cracking out their wedding photos a
I lie awake that night, with my mate’s body molded into mine. I was careful not to show her my fear when she told me she was carrying my cub again. Last time, in the days leading up to our daughter’s birth, I was a fucking mess. My mate sent me calming thoughts through the bond, even throughout our daughter’s birth, though I should have been the one to comfort her. It was the most beautiful thing I have ever witnessed, as Sage was born beneath the grove of Alder trees. I cried tears of not only joy, but also great relief, that the moon was in our favor that night.But the moon is not without mercy. Tonight, the moon grants me a dream. Of the things to come. Parts of me and Sloane’s story still being written. I am holding my mate’s hand, on the night of the spring equinox, when she births our twin daughters Ava and Caralee, both squalling into this world. Jack and Everest follow a few years after. I watch flashes of our cubs growing, chasing rabbits and fireflies in the woods, then ta
I open my eyes bathed in the sunlight. I first look to the crib that sets near my bed, but finding it empty, I do not panic. Next, I look to the clock on my phone. It is nine in the morning. Which means my amazing mate has let me sleep in again. Our baby girl Sage has an internal alarm clock that defaults every morning at six a.m. and her big brother Gauge is hardwired to awaken by seven thirty. Slade has gotten up with our cubs this morning and let me catch up on some much-needed rest.Juggling a four-month-old, a toddler, a part time job, an apprenticeship, and the final semester of nursing school is tough. But Slade makes everything easier. We are very much in a partnership and he’s a very hands-on Father. My mate doesn’t mind breaking traditional pack roles and being a stay-at-home Dad. His wood working business is really taking off. He makes custom made furniture right from the shed we set up outside our cabin. And the orders keep rolling in. He has a passion for it. After I grad
I make it halfway to town, before I slam on my brakes and turn around. What the fuck am I doing? My mate has just told me she is carrying my cub, and I act like an ass, and I leave her. This is happy news. A good thing. A new life the moon has blessed us with. I don’t need alcohol or anything else to numb this bond. I want to feel it fucking all. I take a final few sips of the wolfsbane in my flask, just enough so my mate’s mark scars my body. Then I roll down the window and toss the last of my wolfsbane deep into the trees lining the road. I have no need for it anymore. I need to go to my mate, to shower her with kisses, and beg for her forgiveness, tell her I am excited even though I am just as scared shitless. I will not lose her. And she is carrying my cub inside her. I’m going to be a father. I laugh. Damn, my seed is strong. I am a fucking Alpha getting my mate pregnant on the first shot right out of the gate.And I should know better by now, than to take anything for granted.
I curl up next to my son and try to sleep. But I know I won’t be able to rest until my mate returns. I trust in Slade’s promises that he will never leave me again. I push down my fears and insecurities. He just needs to take to his wolfskin and have a run beneath the moon. I can’t fault him for that. He will love our cub just as he loves Gauge. And our child will only strengthen the bond between us. I have nothing to worry about. But still, I can’t sleep and my heart beats harder in my chest.I kiss my sleeping son upon the brow and slip out from beneath the covers. I decide a hot bath is just what I need. I still have bits of forest clinging to my skin in places, smudges of dirt, though I don’t regret the beautiful act that took place between me and my mate beneath the moon. I watch the tub fill up. I’m just about to step out of my gown when I hear the creak of the wood from the porch. Slade is back. I smile. Perhaps he would like to join me in the bath.He has the key, so I shed my
I never knew it could feel like this. That I could love someone so much. And not just because I made love to my mate, marked her as my own, then she sucked my cock and swallowed my seed, but because she made me hers, and told me she loved me. Because of this, as I hold Sloane in my arms beneath the moonlight, I have no more lingering doubts about this mating bond between us.I graze her bare back up and down, as she is nestled against my chest. My mate burrows herself closer against me and lets out a contented sigh. I smile to the moon and breathe her in. I can smell my scent allover her and my wolf likes that very much. My wolf is content and happy I have finally claimed my mate the way the moon intended. The human part of me agrees. “Slade?” comes her voice against my chest.“Yes, my mate?”I still like the sound of it. The way it rolls off my tongue. Especially, after I never thought I would have a mate, let alone a human one.Her fingers trace my chest, “There’s something I need
I can’t believe this is finally happening. That all the things I’ve longed for, and dreamed about, are coming true. I’m tempted to pinch myself to make sure this is all real. That my mate has marked me, claimed me as his forevermore. Waves of pleasure wash over me after his bite. I spasm on the ground before him. My mate has barely touched me yet, and already I cum for him. Because what is passing between us now is so much more than just physical. Slade and I have connected on an emotional level. Fully given ourselves to each other. And now I long for us to physically join as well, to feel him inside me. What we did in the woods a couple weeks ago was amazing and all, but that was more about fulfilling a physical need between us. Releasing years of pent-up sexual tension. But tonight, beneath these trees, christened in moonlight, while nothing else exists except for my mate and me, I want more. I want the joining. I want Slade to make love to me.There is something unexpectedly tende
The night my mate accepted our bond and begged me to fuck her in the moonlight, was the best damn night of my fucking life. She was as tight and perfect as I always dreamed her to be. She fit around my cock as if we were made for each other. The noises I caused from that pretty mouth of hers, will live in my dreams forever more, and I can still taste her sweet pussy on my tongue. My mate is my new favorite delicacy, the best thing I’ve ever eaten. And I want more. I want to do more than just fuck her.Don’t get me wrong, fucking my mate is one of my new favorite things. But there is so much more I wish to do to her, with her. I don’t just want to fuck my mate, I want to make love to her. I have never made love to anyone in my life, that much has become clear since I fully surrendered to the bond. I want to experience sweet and slow love making, and with the one I actually love, the one the moon picked just for me. If only my mate will give me that chance to show her, I can give her s
I should feel happy the moon has blessed me with another child. Sooner than I expected, but all life is precious and has value. I’m scared Slade may not feel the same way. That this might all be too much for him too quickly. I want to have his child. I love Slade. And I will love our cub. But the timing just isn’t right.I know the results are accurate, but I can’t keep myself from tearing open the wrapper on the second test and trying again. This time the results are the same as before. I toss the tests into the little bin on the stall wall. I have to tell Slade. I just don’t know how or when. But my mate needs to hear it from me first, before he discovers this secret I’m keeping from him on his own.I drive back to Shadow Ridge in a whirlwind of emotions. I’m glad I have taken the calming tonic today so Slade can’t feel what a mess I am. I need to swing by Iris and Alder’s house to pick up Gauge for some cuddle time before my shift at the Deveraux’s house tonight. Slade is going to
I can hardly believe two weeks have already passed since Slade proved to me his dreams were so much better than mine. My mate did not disappoint in the forest that night. He exceeded all my expectations to say the least. I can still feel the bite of his teeth upon my breasts, hear the pop when his hungry mouth released my nipple, and the pinch of his fingers against my engorged clit at that perfect place between pleasure and pain.He didn’t mark my skin in the way of the claiming, but he left other evidence of him ravishing my body behind alright. My wolf tasted all parts of me, leaving no skin untouched, and most of me with love bites. My back bore the scratches of the tree bark for a week after. I had to get creative to figure out a way to apply the salve to myself to speed up the healing.Now, when my life becomes monotonous especially, when a professor’s lecture drones on about muscle groups or disease processes, I daydream about that night beneath the moon with my mate. His powe