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Hakeem’s leave was extended because of our mating. When two wolves are mated, they go through a mating frenzy—which is why we haven’t been able to keep our hands off each other for the past few weeks. It happens once two wolves mark each other, and its purpose is to get the she-wolf pregnant. That wasn’t an issue for Hakeem and me, obviously, but it was interesting that even as a same-sex couple, we still went through the frenzy.For unranked wolves, this frenzy lasts a week or two. For ranked wolves, however, it can last up to a month. Since Hakeem isn’t ranked but I am, ours burned out at three weeks and a day.I can’t imagine what will happen when we find our she-wolf mate. She won’t be able to walk.The Marines gave Hakeem a month off to ensure the frenzy had passed before sending him back. If they’d tried to separate us while we were in it, we would have torn apart anyone who came between us. It’s just how wolves work.But today is the day.Tesoro is heading back to Germany to fin
With the layover in Reykjavik, my flight ended up lasting nine hours—each hour, every mile away from Gael was absolute torture. My wolf howled relentlessly in my head, aching with the pain of missing his mate. His agony was my own, a constant burn deep in my chest. If this is how I felt barely twelve hours into our separation, how could I possibly survive the three months until Gael came to visit?The layover in Reykjavik hadn't helped either. I'd barely slept on the flight, drifting in and out due to the turbulence, loud passengers, or the emptiness beside me where Gael should’ve been. I was exhausted, physically and emotionally drained by the time I finally landed.Stepping out of the gate, Camden immediately approached me, relief mixed with frustration clear on his face. "What the fuck, Dhib? You didn’t answer texts, didn’t call, and suddenly your leave got extended. I spent half the time worried you were dead somewhere.” Camden’s words tumbled out, rapid-fire, leaving me no space t
5 months later…I'm walking into my room after my night shift, eagerly anticipating my call with Gael. Tonight, we'll finally be able to video chat on the computer I set up in my room. We’re finally getting some private time to see each other.I have five months left in my enlistment period, and this last stretch is going to be the most brutal. I won’t be allowed to go home, and because of his alpha responsibilities, Gael can’t come here either.So, I got a camera and hooked it up to the computer. I need to see my mate. Even if I can’t be with him, at least now I'll be able to see and hear him. And with the added comfort of a shirt he sent me, I’ll even have his scent. It's almost enough...right?Yeah, it isn't, but it's better than we've had. I'll take what I can get.Checking the time, I see I can grab a quick shower and a snack before we’re scheduled to talk. The sergeant came in early and was in a good mood, so he sent me home. I wasn’t about to ask questions—I logged into Skype an
5 months later…I'm pacing anxiously in the airport terminal, waiting for Hakeem's flight. Tonight, after five painful months apart, I finally get to hold my mate again.These past months have been brutal. I've slept every night with a pillow dressed in his shirt, replaying voice recordings just so my wolf and I can calm enough to rest. I sound like a lovesick pup, but it's the only thing keeping us sane. Hakeem admitted he does the exact same thing. Pathetic, yeah—but we’d do anything to ease this endless ache.Hakeem’s flight just landed, and his family is gathered beside me, eager to see him. Sha-Tira and Rahim insisted on greeting him first, and I wasn’t about to argue with my mate’s parents. Rasheed and Aiyana, his younger siblings, have made big posters welcoming him home. I'm smiling softly, watching their excitement, but I've got something special planned for Hakeem myself. Something he deserves—and we both desperately need.I hear claps and cheers as the pilot announces Hakeem
10 months later…“So, what you're telling me is that despite all our precautions, you've been in contact with your nephew—a member of a pack we have no alliance with—and shared sensitive information about us. ¿Es eso cierto? (Is that right?)”I'm livid, though my calm tone and relaxed demeanor don't give it away. Only my mate and leadership know just how angry I truly am.Xavier stands in front of me, rigid, visibly uncomfortable but trying to maintain his composure. I'd always considered him loyal—a fierce protector of our pack—but now I had my doubts. Born into the Artemis pack in Pennsylvania, Xavier had transferred here long before I became alpha. It wasn't the largest pack, but its alpha, Zakary Loup, was known to be trustworthy. Still, we had no formal alliance with them, and I'd made it explicitly clear no information about us was to be shared externally, especially while we awaited our third mate.Declan had been in communication with the Goddess herself, who assured him that o
Gael and I have to leave extremely early in the morning to reach the Artemis pack by a decent hour. Ugh, I hate early mornings.“Come on, Tesoro. We have to get up. We have things to do, people to see,” Gael whispers softly, gently shaking my shoulder. “Tenemos que irnos. (We have to go.)”I groan into the pillow, reluctant to move. But then he adds something that instantly snaps me awake.“I think nuestra loba is there,” he says casually.My eyes shoot open, heart pounding. “How do you know?”He shrugs, as if this were no big deal. “No lo sé. Es sólo algo que siento. Toma. (I don't know. It's just something I feel. Here.)” He places a hand over his heart.My own heart starts racing. I leap out of bed, wide awake now. “Then what the hell are we waiting for? Let me shower quick, and we can grab breakfast on the way.”I’m halfway to the bathroom when Gael grabs my wrist, pulling me back to him. “Espera, Tesoro. (Wait, Treasure.)” His voice drops low and sultry, sending a shiver straight
5 Years Old“Forty-eight...forty-nine...fifty! Ready or not, here I come!”I shout the last part loudly, spinning around and opening my eyes. We're playing hide-and-seek, and today, it’s my turn to be “it.” We always play when our mommies—Mommy, Luna Clara, Auntie Lauren, and Auntie Christine—have their weekly meetings to discuss pack stuff. The grown-ups call it "business," but I just think they like to gossip.My friends, Dev, Zaky, and Bray, have already scattered into the woods, probably finding the trickiest hiding spots ever. But I’m good at finding them.At least, usually.I hurry toward Dev’s favorite hiding place first, a patch of tall grass near the big oak. Nothing. Next, I check Bray’s usual spot near the creek, and Zaky’s spot behind the fallen log. Still nothing.There are signs they’ve been here, though—footprints, flattened grass, broken twigs. They moved together. That’s odd. Usually, when we play, we hide separately.I sigh, hands on my hips. This feels like they're p
Age 7“That’s it! Good job, Charlie! Keep your arm up, Devin! Just a little higher, Zak! Perfect! Brandon, I could drive a car through that hole in your defense. You're supposed to block your face, not just look pretty!” Delta Alistar calls to us.On the training field, I have to call him "Delta." I'm not allowed to call him Uncle Allie here.He's running us through defensive poses, making us hold each position until our muscles burn. “Your muscles need to remember these moves instinctively,” Delta Alistar always says. “You can't pause to think when rogues attack the pack.”I get his point, but come on! Every day, the first thirty minutes of training is just posing. I'd rather hit something or run laps—heck, even burpees. And I HATE burpees. The only thing as bad as burpees are tuck jumps...and these stupid defensive drills.“Step through! Front stance, high punch!” Delta Alistar shouts.We borrow heavily from martial arts. Gamma Richard says using leverage and blocking means saving yo
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.