He had no other choice than to shift also and follow her behind.
They both went on a long run into the wilds. It is a significant occurrence between mated couples in the wolf world, even though they are not aware of it. They just feel it is right to go running and throw caution to the wind.
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Back at the party, there are murmurs everywhere due to the fact that Selena suddenly disappears, and Alpha Wilson follows a while later… and both of them have not been seen since. The party is almost coming to a close and the host is nowhere to be seen; very fishy indeed.
The party continues, even though suspicions have been raised since it has been a while ago Alpha Wilson was last seen. Jason is able to convince the prying eyes, the listening ears, and the murmuring mouths that Alpha Wilson has some pressing and urgent business that he needs to attend to.
There are already speculations of Alphas Wilson grooming someone… someone way younger than his ex-girlfriend, Charmaine Briggs, the daughter of one of the Alphas under the rule of Alpha Wilson.
Bucky Briggs has always been a loyal ally and friend of the Smiths. Even after the relationship between his daughter and Wilson ended, he doesn’t hold any grudge. He of all wolves understand that no romantic relationship in the wolf world is permanent unless they are mated. He knew their relationship will end sooner or later because they are not mated.
However, Charmaine has shown her face in the party just to impress Wilson, to see if there is any chance that they can come back. Even though the break-up has already been two years now, she is still very much hopeful.
But Wilson gives her little or no attention at the party, all his focus is on Selena and it didn’t go unnoticed, especially by rumor mongers and those who feel she is unworthy of their almighty alpha.
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They suddenly stop running deep in the woods and try to have a moment of intimacy, still in their wolf forms. Wilson does a wolfy thing in his alpha-ness, walks round her to assume dominance over her, takes a whiff of her scent. She is already heated and ready to be taken, but her willfulness will not allow her submit to the Alpha.
It becomes a tussle of will and might. At first, she can withstand Wilson’s will over her, since both their eyes are sparkling blue under the full moon. He loves the tussle; he enjoys the little game of recalcitrance… he knows how to make her succumb to his will but doesn’t wan to frighten her just yet.
They stay like that for a little while howling at each other almost like they are communicating in a wolfy language.
When realizes that she is almost biting more than she can chew, which will have adverse effect over controlling her later as his mate, he decides to crush her will by wearing the regalia of his alpha-ness… a might not even her mulishness can contain.
His eyes turn red and he grew larger than normal, this is the first time Selena realizes why he is the Alpha of Alphas.
She cannot help but lowers her eyes, assumes a submissive posture and bow at his feet, showing an irrevocable willingness to cooperate. When he realizes her will has been broken under his might, he drops down his guard, eyes turn blue, and licks her face continually making her feel safe and protected.
She cannot help but feel helpless because she has become his… she gave it to him willingly. Alpha Wilson takes her while still shifted. He disvirgins her as a wolf, which is the highest honour a lowly-ranked she-wolf can ever wish for.
They have a marathon that lasts for close to two hour - having sex in wolf form enables even the weakest wolf to perform wonders because the adrenaline rush will be at its apex.
After the sexcapade, they both shift back to their human form, almost wasted panting and gasping for breath. Lying on the dirt sheet of dried leaves stack naked, face up staring at the moon, her head on his shoulder.
He suddenly turns to look at her… their eyes meet in a deep affectionate gaze, almost like voicelessly conversing with each other the matey vows, through their mind’s eye… You’re mine and I am yours.
Wilson goes savage in an instant, bares his fangs and bites her on her left shoulder. It is unannounced, unprovoked… she screams silently.
But she realizes it is not painful, only electrifying whenever she touches it. It isn’t an attack after all, it is the mark of an Alpha to his mate.
Alpha Wilson has just marked her… there and then it dawns on her that the Alpha has taken a mate for the season. She is not sure whether she should be excited or feel misfortunate because she doesn’t know if Alpha Wilson is also her mate. She is also not sure if the marking ritual is only a temporary arrangement since it is Haze season.
So much uncertainties… her mind is in splinters, the landscape of her mental faculty is running wild like a stampede of buffaloes in the gorge, unorganized thoughts that can blow her mind.
However, one thing is certain… she has given her virginity to the man of her dreams. Even if he turns out not to be her eternal mate, it is an honour to have been disvirgined by the Alpha of Alphas.
“Love is the easiest thing in the world when it happens by accident, but it doesn’t get real until you do it on purpose. “The most beautiful thing about life is having the ability to capture special moments; having the ability to stop time because, sometimes, moments can get too big and complicated for us… and it can be scary, especially when we do not know the right decision to make in handling it because we’re just too scared to not fail. Sometimes, in that moment we fold, do the wrong thing, say the wrong thing… and before you know it the moment has passed.In the process of trying not to fail by our decisions, we end up failing, and becoming stupid in the glaring face of falling in love.We all must be stupid at some point in life; this is actually what makes us humans. Any human that has never been stupid has never fallen in love. And any human that has never fallen in love, has never really lived. That’s why ‘being stupid’ is more of a compliment than an insult… it simply means
“Hey Meenu, still sleeping?” Her grandma’s obtrusive amiable masculine voice brings her back from her little world of reverie.Granny Minama is her only living relative, she had taken her in after her parents died of a mysterious car crash and their bodies burnt to ashes, even though it was later suspected that it was a probable murder from one of the paranormals. The authorities could not tell if it was the handiwork of stray mutts or vampyres. And since it was a case of two African-American humans, it was easily closed without much investigation. After all, ninety percent of the police force are werewolves.This was twelve years ago during the reign of the BBW Alpha Lucas Smith, Wilson’s dad. Demika had to leave Hampshire to Laketown to live with her only living relative, Grandma Minama… about same period she met six-year old Selena. The duo quickly bonded and became BFFs.She pokes her head through the faintly closed door.“Morning Ganny… been awake for a while now, just couldn’t g
“Long ago, nestled within the heart of a verdant tropical forest in West Africa, lay the secluded village of Marugbo. This unique enclave, the sole region in Africa graced by the majestic Iroko trees, was home to the serene and enigmatic tribe known as the Mahines. Despite their apparent primitiveness, the Mahines possessed a rich tapestry of traditions and rituals, a near-civilized culture that had flourished in isolation for over a millennium.According to legend, an extraordinary event shattered their tranquil existence. The youngest daughter of the village chief, a mere eighteen years old, inexplicably found herself with child, despite having never engaged in any carnal relations. Her story was both baffling and haunting: while in the depths of the ancient woods, she dreamt of a mysterious man who emerged from one of the venerable Iroko trees and made love to her. This enigmatic encounter left the village in a state of stunned bewilderment, as they grappled with the profound myste
Love is the easiest thing in the world when it happens by accident, but it doesn’t get real until you do it on purpose. We all must be stupid at some point in life; this is actually what makes us humans. Any human that has never been stupid has never fallen in love. And any human that has never fallen in love, has never really lived. That’s why ‘being stupid’ is more of a compliment than an insult… it simply means you’re a human who has emotions and has learned to live and let live. **************Selena stands stack naked in front of her mirror having a sober reflection of what transpired the previous night, and checking herself out.All the bruises from last night’s adventure have disappeared, save one… the bite mark from Wilson.Only an Alpha possesses the arcane power to mend the bite mark of another Alpha, a feat determined by the depth of their formidable strength. In Clovis City, where power is the ultimate currency, none but Alpha Wilson himself holds the capability to erase
“Have you spoken with her yet?”“Who… Demi? No not yet. I wanted to call, but I had a change of heart. I will go see her instead. Today’s my off.” She runs through so many lines in a split second, sounded anxious, talking while stuffing food in her mouth, which could only mean one thing. She’s trying to hide how confused she feels about the whole situation.Mrs. Robinson gave a sigh… a sigh that connotes the I-was-once-like-you-so-I-understand-your-plight message.“So where were you… where did you go?” Gabrielle quizzes assertively.“Was out dealing with my shit,” She retorted indifferently.“If you knew you would go frolicking around with whomever while the party was on, why did you bring your human friend to the party and left her unprotected? What is wrong with you?” She spits out fire, now with that expression that says Now-I’m-talking -to-you-as-your-older-sister.“I just said I was out taking care of my shit. You never did experienced Haze as an eighteen-year-old virgin, so I do
Selena approaches the weathered door of Demika's house, her heartbeat quickening with every step. The events of the previous night still gnaws at her, a relentless reminder of her failure. She hesitates for a moment before knocking, a silent prayer on her lips. When the door creaked open, she is met not by her friend, but by Granny Minama, the venerable matriarch among the remaining African-Americans left in Clovis City. Her eyes holds secrets as deep as the forest that surrounds the entire Laketown."Selena, dear," Granny Minama greets with a warm, shrewd smile, her voice laced with the wisdom of countless lifetimes. "Come in, dear. Demika is upstairs, but she hasn’t been herself since last night."Selena steps into the sitting room, the air thick with the scent of dried herbs and the crackling energy of ancient magic. She is almost paralyzed by the scent of mistletoe, a natural herb that is most poisonous to werewolves.Even though Grandma Minama had hurriedly put them away, she sti
Her telepathic prowess kicks in, and she instantaneously sees her friends in the woods lying in Alpha Wilson’s hand on the floor covered with dirt and dry leaves… only in a split second though.“You had sex with Alpha Wilson,” she blurts out even before she realizes it.Flummoxingly, Selena asks “Wait, how… how did you know?”“That’s the fucking privilege that comes with being a telepathic bitch, Bitch!” she chuckles, and both teenage girls laugh out loud mischievously. “C’mon babe, give me the deets…”“But I thought you’re omniscient.” Selena mocks her“Naaaah, my prowess ain’t got there yet.”******************************Everybody is born to lead, but not everyone can be a leader… However, anyone who wishes to be a leader must first learn to follow; a great follower makes for a greater leader. Proving to be authoritarian because you’ve got authority, or a totalitarian because you’ve got power, doesn’t make you a good leader, talk more of being a great one. Remember, that authority
Selena leaves Demika’s house, the weight of her emotions pressing heavily on her chest as she strides down the path toward the pack house. The sky is overcast, a low rumble of thunder in the distance hinting at the brewing storm—a reflection of the turmoil inside her. Her steps are purposeful, each one fueled by the anger and frustration that has been simmering since she found out about the attack on Demika.As she approaches the pack house, the grand structure looms before her, its imposing presence only heightening the tension that coils within her.Her mind races with thoughts of Demika—her best friend, almost killed because of a failure in the pack's security, or so she thought. The fact that an omega from the Aramanthian Pack had been able to infiltrate their territory without detection infuriates her. More than that, it terrifies her. If the pack can’t even protect its own, what hope do they have against their enemies? She knows she has to confront Wilson, the Alpha, and demand
The battlefield is alive with pandemonium—a riot of sound and fury that consumes the empyrean red day. Blood scents the air like a profane incense, mingling with the acrid tang of adrenaline and the metallic resonance of clashing steel. Above it all, the cloud-quilted sun hangs like a sinister overseer, its effulgent glow casting distorted shadows across the combatants as though mocking their mortal toil.Wilson is a maelstrom, his pugnacious spirit personified in every fluid motion of claw and fang. "This is it!" he shouts over the cacophony, his urban bravado slicing through the chaos. "You came looking for a fight, and old man, did you find one!"The wolves of Clovis surge forward, their snarls harmonizing into a primal symphony of aggression. Among them, Jason cuts through the ranks like a living weapon, his combative ferocity unmatched as he tears into William’s vampyric vanguard. "Keep it tight, people!" Jason bellows, his tone laced with urgency and grit. "We don’t let these le
The execution arena lies shrouded beneath an oppressive, tenebrous sky, the air thick with an empyrean cacophony of impending doom. The battleground, once a verdant expanse, now reeks of bloodlust and imminent death.Torrents of malevolent energy seem to converge here, twisting the atmosphere into a grotesque theater for the clash of titanic wills.Selena stands among her comrades, her hybrid senses hyper-aware of the electrifying tension seeping into the marrow of her bones. The sheer gravity of this confrontation sets her heart pounding, a tempestuous drumbeat in her chest.She scans the opposition, her eidetic memory recalling every cursed detail from Demika's prophetic vision. Yet, seeing the Dark King himself—William the Conqueror—in the flesh is something else entirely.He stands at the forefront of his legion, an effulgent figure of eldritch horror. His ornate armor glints in the dim light, etched with runes of ancient malice. Around him, his progeny—a sybaritic collection of p
Wilson moves with a quiet purpose, pouring them each a drink. The amber liquid swirls in the glasses, catching the soft light and reflecting the warmth that now lingers between them.He sets the glasses on the table before settling into the chair across from her, his gaze steady but softened. Selena, her towel wrapped tightly around her as if it could shield her from the weight of what comes next, takes her seat opposite him.The desk between them feels symbolic, a battlefield turned meeting ground. It had borne witness to the fiery collision of their desires, and now it would serve as the platform for the conversation they could no longer avoid. Wilson's eyes meet hers, the intensity of his gaze a reminder of the bond they have forged.Selena takes a slow sip of her drink, the liquid burning a trail down her throat, grounding her in the moment. She sets the glass down, her fingers tracing its rim as she gathers her thoughts.For weeks, she had run from this confrontation, her heart h
The tension in the air is almost suffocating, like the weight of storm clouds about to burst, as Selena approaches the towering gates of the Redbone Pack House. The building looms in the golden twilight, a monument of authority and history.Her steps falter for a moment, her hybrid instincts warring between flight and the undeniable pull of her bond with Alpha Wilson. She tightens her resolve. Two weeks of hiding had led to this moment, and there was no turning back.Inside, Wilson buries himself in a mountain of documents sprawled across his oak desk, the weight of leadership pressing heavily on his broad shoulders. His mind, however, is far from the affairs of the pack… a picture of barely restrained chaos. Piles of documents litter his desk—each one a distraction he has tried to sink himself in to help manage his emotional turmoil.His thoughts circle back to Selena with frustrating regularity, the woman who had invaded every fiber of his being, only to vanish without explanation.
The soft knock at the cottage door rouses Demika from the depths of her trance, her heart racing as she emerges from the haze of memories—memories not her own, yet as vivid and haunting as any she has ever known.Morning light seeps in, streaking the dim room with harsh lines that cut through the shadows, marking the end of her night of revelation. She blinks at the sunlight with a slight start, realizing, only now, that she has been suspended in the remnants of the past for hours. Selena’s voice reaches her ears, carrying both worry and curiosity."Demi… Demika," Selena says, pushing the door open and stepping inside. She stops, eyes widening as she takes in her friend, studying her with a blend of disbelief and awe. “You look... different.”A faint smirk tugs at the corner of Demika’s lips. “I am different,” she says quietly, her voice carrying an edge of something ancient, something foreign. “You have no idea.”Selena glances over her shoulder as Chloe enters, her expression one of
The witching hour wraps Clovis City in a cloak of shadows, its darkness laced with whispers of secrets and spells unspoken. Within the flickering light of her grandmother’s old cottage, Demika sits, her eyes gleaming with the fervor of a newfound obsession. Power—a current now thrumming through her veins like molten metal—spills over her senses, intoxicating, consuming. She yearns to explore its limits, to delve deeper into the legacy left in her blood, one that has made her the most formidable in her lineage. Tonight, her thirst for mastery borders on ravenous; no knowledge, no spell, no secret can escape her.But first, she indulges in a bit of mischief. Her curiosity drifts to Chloe, her love interest, and she murmurs an incantation under her breath, fingers tracing arcane symbols in the air. She plunges herself into the past, her spirit slicing through the veil of time, her consciousness landing centuries ago.She arrives to find a silver-haired, pint-sized vampire toddling unstea
The days bleed into one another in a dim cadence of restless hours and unbroken silence, with Demika hidden away in the secluded corners of Minama’s cottage. The air within these walls is thick, a heavy shroud of mourning still tinged with Granny Minama’s spirit, even though her presence now lingers as only shadows and echoes.Demika clings to her solitude like a lifeline, guarding it fiercely within the shadows of Granny Minama’s cottage. This sanctuary, thick with ancestral whispers and cloaked in twilight, is her one remaining tether to the world before her transformation.Her days bleed into nightfall, melting into each other as she consumes herself with a single focus: to probe the surge of power that crashed into her like a tempest the night her grandmother’s body was lowered into the earth. This power is unlike anything she has ever felt—ancient, electric, and dangerous, thrumming beneath her skin like a pulse with its own fierce will.By the muted glow of candlelight, Demika l
Loneliness is a silent architect, building castles of solitude in the minds of those who wander without tether. Identity is a dance of masks, but in crisis, the mask slips, revealing not clarity but a fog, as if one were peering through glass, shattered and smeared. However, to lose oneself is not to wander; it is to walk through a foreclosure of one’s own soul, each familiar landmark of self closing its doors with a hollow thud. But solitude is the truest mirror, a place where whispers echo louder than the clamors of a crowd, where silence is the only faithful companion. In the heart’s quiet corridors, the comfort of isolation mingles with a cold draft of longing, one that no borrowed company can fill. Like a shadow dancing in one’s periphery, a fractured sense of belonging haunts the fringes of an empty room. And yet, perhaps loneliness is the sculptor, and solitude the chisel, whittling away the superfluous to reveal the form beneath. Some seek company to escape it; others confro
The night drapes itself in a humid cloak, thick and cloying, clinging to every surface and casting a fremescent tension that prickles the skin as Jason waits in the dim warmth of his apartment. After the long, solemn hours of Granny Minama's funeral, he can still feel the weight of Wilson’s directive pressing upon him, a derisive whisper urging him to slip the truth from Gabrielle without alerting her to his intent. The assignment is deceptively simple, yet Jason knows the fine line he walks: one misstep, one hint of calculation, and her walls will go up.She arrives just past midnight, her silhouette framed by the streetlight outside before stepping into the flickering glow of his candlelit living room. Shadows dance along cluttered shelves, over worn furniture, and around the dark corners of the room, painting an almost ominous scene. Jason greets her with a kiss, his hand grazing her cheek as their eyes meet, hers soft and trusting, unknowing of his hidden purpose.In that moment,