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One Year LaterI have always wanted to be a Marine.My parents found their mate bond in the Corps, made lifelong friendships with wolves from packs across the country, and built some of their best memories during their time in service. Their stories of camaraderie, adventure, and purpose were the soundtrack of my childhood. It was inevitable that I’d follow in their footsteps.For wolves, the Marines are the obvious choice. Our strength, endurance, and rapid healing make us ideal warriors. But my passion isn’t just combat—I want to be a medic. The problem? The Marines don’t train medics. That’s the Navy’s job. Typically, Marines rely on Navy corpsmen for medical care in the field.But for wolves, things are different.We can’t risk humans discovering what we are, which means we need our own medics. And right now, there’s a shortage. It’s the perfect opportunity for me to serve as both—a Marine and a field medic.The powers that be gave me permission to do what few wolves ever get the c
It took me a long time to get past my kiss with Bhakti. And the resounding slap after. My buddies gave me shit over it for the longest time. But…Bhakti is someone special to me. She has been for years. I’ve watched her for a long time, fascinated by her intellect and drive. Even as a young pup, there was something about her.I remember when I was seven and fell out of a tree. I had been playing hide-and-seek with several of the other pups and thought they’d never find me up high. I hadn’t expected the branch to snap beneath my weight. I landed badly. Really badly. I broke my left arm in two places, my left leg, and sprained my right wrist and ankle.Bhakti, who had been hiding in the brush nearby, ran to me the moment she heard my scream. At six years old, she took charge. She stopped the game, sent some of the pups to alert her father at the hospital, others to the packhouse to find my father, and still more to the patrols to bring help. Then it was just the two of us.She moved me a
One Year Later…I have always wanted to be a Marine. My parents found each other during their time in the Corps, made lifelong friends from packs across the country, and had some of their best adventures there. Growing up, I’d heard their stories a thousand times—how much they loved serving, how it shaped them into the wolves they became. It was the main reason I wanted to enlist. Most werewolves joined the military, particularly the Marine Corps, because of our enhanced strength, healing, and combat abilities.At the same time, I wanted to work in medicine. The problem? Marines don’t train medics. That’s the Navy’s job. In combat, the Marines rely on Navy Corpsmen, who become honorary members of the Corps. If I became a Marine, I couldn’t be a medic. And if I became a medic, I couldn’t be a Marine.But werewolves are in a unique position. We can’t risk exposure, and with more of us being deployed, there was a growing need for werewolf medics. A shortage, actually. And that’s how I fou
I can’t believe she’s here.That I’m going to spend at least the next year with her.I knew the medics arrived a month before us to help set up the wolf camp, so maybe I can get some information from them. Actually, that might be a good way to get some alone time with Bhakti.Slow your roll, Li. You’re gonna scare the shit out of her with those moon eyes.Nick’s voice in my head jolts me, and I can’t help but glare at him before shooting Bhakti a sheepish look.He’s right, though.I’ve seen her for five minutes, and I’m already scheming ways to spend time with her.Our last interaction didn’t go well—to say the least. My impulsivity and desperation shot me in the foot. Instead of making things right, I got a slap in the face. I need to back off. Play it cool.I sit on the cot across from Nick, watching Bhakti move around the medical tent. She’s scanning charts, giving orders, directing other medics—it’s obvious she holds a lead role here. The commander must trust her a hell of a lot.S
I wake to pleasure zinging through my core. Lips are attached to my clit, sucking hard, as fingers push into my opening."Laurel..." I breathe out, my hands going to the back of her head, holding her in place. I pull my legs up and begin to move my hips on her mouth. She curls two fingers inside me and starts flicking her tongue on my clit to the rhythm of her fingers.Laurel smiles up at me, her face covered in my wetness. "Good morning, baby.""Fuck, yeah it is," I purr, pulling her mouth back to my core.She chuckles as her tongue dances over my clit, the speed of her fingers increasing, the pressure of her fingertips more demanding."Play with those titties, baby." Her words are accentuated by a bite to my clit. I moan, my hands sliding out of her hair and up my body. I cup my breasts, playing with myself as she watches.Laurel hums in appreciation, the vibration sending another wave of pleasure through me. I pinch my nipples, rolling them between my fingers, watching as her eyes d
My birthday falls at the very end of August, which meant my parents had to make a choice when I was little. They could either send me to school early or hold me back a year. My mother made the decision for me—she wanted me home just a little longer, wanted one more year of me being her baby before I started my training.So when I finally started school, I was the oldest in my class. I was always the oldest. It made me 19 when I graduated, nearing 20. And it meant I wasn’t in Iraq for long when I turned 21.I was lucky enough that my birthday landed on my day off. I got a long video chat with my family and two care packages.One was from home—three king-sized Snickers bars (my favorite), a fresh razor and shaving cream, pictures from family events, air fresheners (thank the Goddess because Nick’s feet could kill a man), playing cards, sunscreen, and my two absolute must-haves: hot sauce and seasoning salt.The second care package was from my old pack buddies. That one was a lot raunchie
The scent I wake up to—mint mixed with cedarwood and bergamot—is the most intoxicating, grounding, and utterly familiar scent I’ve ever smelled. It wraps around me like a whispered promise, comforting and electric all at once.Why do I know this scent?It tugs at something deep inside me, pulling at memories I can’t quite reach. But none of it matters—not right now. The only thing that matters is finding the source.I throw off my covers and bolt out of bed, completely unconcerned with the fact that I’m wearing nothing but a form-fitting tank top and tiny sleep shorts that barely count as clothing. My hair whips behind me, wild and unbound, but I don’t care.Nothing matters but the pull.I rip my door open and practically fly down the stairs, ignoring the sounds of my family stirring in confusion. My mate is out there. I can feel him.The moment I burst onto the porch, the cool morning air does nothing to quell the fire raging in my veins. I inhale deeply, spinning in a slow circle as
I have never been this nervous in my entire life.I mean, I’m a werewolf, an alpha, a Marine who has seen combat—there isn’t much that should faze me. But knowing that I’m about to take my mate, my fated mate, the she-wolf of my dreams on our first date?I’m a wreck.I fumble with my tie in the mirror, my hands clumsy and uncoordinated, my brain running in circles. I have no idea what to do with myself. How do I breathe normally? Am I standing weird? What if I go all goo-goo-eyed on her like I did when we first saw each other in the medic tent at Camp Selene?What if I say something stupid and completely blow my chance?What if—Nick groans from behind me, his voice full of exasperation and amusement. “Dude. Stop. You’re spiraling. I can see it happening in real time.”He bats my hands away from my tie and starts tying it for me, muttering something about how he should start charging for emotional labor.I take a shaky breath, my reflection still looking stressed as hell.“I don’t know
Age 21Charlie closes the door, still cackling as Rose leaves after introducing our new playroom. “I thought you were going to have an apoplectic fit with all those innuendos Rose kept—”Before she can finish, I spin her around and press her against the wall, capturing her mouth in a heated kiss. My erection presses urgently into her stomach as she moans against my lips, instantly responding to my touch. The sparks from our mate bond ignite over my skin as my hands slip beneath her shirt, trailing up her abs to cup her tits.Charlie arches into my palms, pushing her full breasts further into my grip. Growling, I pull away from her mouth to latch onto her mate mark, sucking at the mark of our unity. She cries out in pleasure, nails digging into my shoulders.“Ever since we stepped into that playroom and I saw the sex swing, it’s all I could think about,” I rasp against her skin. “I need you. Now.”“Yes,” she breathes out eagerly.I lift her effortlessly, her legs wrapping around my wais
Age 21“Darlings! I’m so excited to see you out and about after the mating frenzy! And we’re designing a sex room, I hear? I love it!” Rose bursts through the door, enthusiasm radiating off her. She’s one of the best designers in our pack—and her special talent? Sex rooms.Rose is also part-owner of The Sanctuary. As a mating gift for two of her favorite clients, she's designing a private playroom for Zak and me. It's funny that a petite little she-wolf in her fifties would have such a particular hobby, but to each their own.And honestly, the rooms at The Sanctuary are stunning. Even the dungeons have class and sophistication—beautiful textures, secret compartments, furniture that's as comfortable as it is restraining. The color palettes alone are breathtaking.If anyone can understand exactly what we need in our playroom, it's Rose.“Hi, Rose! It’s so good to see you again!” I step into her open arms, returning her huge hug.“My dear girl! You’re positively glowing! Of course you are
Age 21“Zak, dude! Calm the fuck down!” Brandon sounds completely exasperated, but he can fuck right off, and I tell him exactly that.“We’ll see how you handle everything the day before you become Beta,” I mutter, shooting him a glare.I’ve been bouncing off the walls all day. Tomorrow, I'll officially become Alpha of the pack, and Charlie will finally find out she’s my mate. There's no doubt in my mind she is—I’ve always known she would be. But having to wait for her to feel it, too, is killing me.We’ve been dating since her birthday, just over two months now. Honestly, it's not that different from the time we’ve always spent together, except now I get to kiss her whenever I want. Not that I’ll ever say that to her again—apparently, it’s a line from Sweet Home Alabama. Charlie absolutely loves that I accidentally quoted that movie and begs me to repeat it in a cheesy Southern accent every chance she gets. As much as I love her, I swear I’ll poke my eyes out if she makes me watch tha
Age 21“Charlie, calm the fuck down. You’ll be fine. It’s not like you're doing anything life-changing—just committing the rest of your life to your pack,” Dev jokes, grinning at me.Mom glares at him, spraying my hair with another blast of hairspray. “Dev, I swear if you're just going to be a pain in the ass, you know where the door is.”“Oh, come on,” he laughs, entirely unaffected by her scolding. “I’m just trying to lighten the mood. See? She’s stopped shaking. Now she’s just annoyed with me.”I see Luna Clara hiding her smile, but my mom doesn't even bother hiding her laughter.“Mother!” I gasp indignantly.“I’m sorry, Charlie. But honestly, Dev’s not wrong. The idea of you running away from being the center of attention? That’s just too hilarious,” she says, clearly amused.I glare at Dev through the mirror. “That’s it. Why are you even here? Don’t you have your own suit to put on?”Lauren, who’s finishing my pedicure, chimes in. “Yeah, if you’re just going to be a pain in the as
Age 20…“Charlie,” I moan, opening my eyes to find her lips wrapped around my morning wood. Her cheeks hollow as she sucks hard, taking me deep down her throat. My fingers instantly twine into her hair.“Oh, fuck!” I grit out. She swallows around my cock, her throat muscles squeezing tightly. “Charlie, baby, that feels so fucking good!”She hums in response, and I'm completely lost. My hand fists in her hair as I start gently thrusting upward, fucking into her welcoming mouth.My head falls back, sinking into the mattress. Her mouth is fucking bliss. Charlie’s the only she-wolf who's ever been able to take me all the way down, and it's pure paradise. I start off slow, savoring every sensation.“Goddess, Charlie,” I groan. “I've dreamed about you being in my bed again. I've dreamed about your lips wrapped around me again. But this time, you’re moving at my pace.”Her dark brown eyes flick upward to mine, fully blackened with lust. Her arousal thickens in the air, proving she’s enjoying
19 years old…I wake to the sound of the dom leaving the room. Guess he’s heading out to get stuff for aftercare. Fuck, my entire body is sore from the restraints, but that was the best sex I’ve ever had. Whoever that mistress is, I want her again.I’ve never felt so much pleasure from a blowjob. The way she took my cock all the way down her throat—something no other she-wolf has ever done for me. Holy fuck, it was amazing.And then watching her ride me, those deep brown eyes locked on mine, her heavy breasts bouncing right above me. Goddess, I wanted to dominate her so badly. I’ve been learning how to be a switch for over a year now. Sometimes, my alpha instincts demand I dominate my partner, but other times, when responsibilities pile up, I crave having control taken away from me.Watching this she-wolf dominate me was incredible, but now I want her beneath me. Maybe I can convince her to do another session, one where I’m the dominant. I wonder if her dom is the one who arranges that
Age 20“Are you sure this is something you want to do, Charlie?” Adam asks me.He keeps trying to talk me out of it, saying it’s challenging for someone who truly loves being dominated to become a switch and take on the dominant role.But something inside tells me I need to do this—that my mate bond will require it. “I’ve told you, Adam. I feel like the Goddess is telling me my mate and I will both need to switch.” I look up at him, fluttering my eyelashes as I rest my head on his chest. “And I’ve only got a year until I can find my mate, my sweet dom. I need to learn as much as I can before then.”He chuckles softly, placing an affectionate kiss on my forehead. “Well, I guess that takes me out of the running as your mate, pet. I will be the only dominant in my bedroom.” His hand slides up my bare side, moving to the see-through lace of my bra. He pinches my nipple between his fingers, twisting until I moan.His voice whispers huskily in my ear, his cock thickening against my leg. “Are
Age 18…I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe I’m doing this. I can’t believe I’m doing this.These words repeat in my head as I sit in the client room at The Sanctuary, staring at the checklist Dom Adam gave me. A week has passed since my eighteenth birthday, officially making me an adult in the human and paranormal worlds alike. My birthday gift to myself is a membership at The Sanctuary, a local werewolf BDSM club. Tonight is my first session with my dom, and I’m desperately trying to hold myself together.As a werewolf, I've always had a high sex drive, but once my wolf emerged at sixteen, my resolution to save myself for my mate went out the window. I’m not as strong-willed as I hoped, especially since I’m in love with two of my three best friends, who are constantly in states of undress due to shifting and training. And there's only so much relief toys can offer.I’ve experimented with a few warriors-in-training from other packs and some local humans, discovering I like
17 years old…Zak!A desperate wailing through the mindlink wakes me from a dead sleep. Normally, our mindlinks are muted during sleep unless there's an emergency, like an attack or a summons from the Alpha. But this cry is so filled with anguish, it pierces through immediately.Before I fully grasp what's happening, another panicked link hits me.Zak! I need you!It's Brandon. He sounds terrified, like he's been crying.Brandon? Where are you? Are you okay? What's going on? The questions flood out urgently as I leap out of bed, scrambling into shorts.I'm at the waterfall. They're dead, Zak! Mom and Candy... They're dead!I fly down the packhouse stairs and burst outside, shifting the instant fresh air touches my skin. Screw the shorts. Screw everything except getting to Brandon as fast as possible.I tear through the forest, making the twenty-minute hike in under ten, ignoring the branches and thorns ripping at my fur and flesh. The only thing that matters is reaching my best friend.