With a bellow, Crimson brings me back to reality “Reuben their scent!” It turns right, I turn right, the scent is becoming stronger, increasing my conviction as my pace quickens. Still tracking it, I come and stop before two identical looking buildings. Taking a moment and count the windows levels going up including the one at the top. This will show me an estimate of how many floors it would have. I stop counting, Twenty-Four.
Arriving at its’ entrance I reach for the door as someone’s coming out, Nodding my head grateful responding “thank you” I enter. I spotted a few apts on the ground floor and scented to see if my mate lives in one After scenting the apt doors & not detecting the scent, I go now and stand by the elevator waiting for the doors to open. The increasing scent of my mate becomes stronger Crimson again growls louder with. Still guided by my mate’s intoxicating aroma I follow choosing the building where the scent is heaviest from the two.
The scent penetrates through the shaft guiding me. Just like my mother’s infamous dinner dish PERNIL Al ORNO (Oven Pork Shoulder) Thank the GODDESS my wait for the elevator is not long. Because my anxiety had won. I was about to head to the stairs calculating flights two between floors when the elevator dings its arrival and the doors open. I step inside. Looked at the panel realizing, I was right about the floors Noting it has 24 buttons. 24 flights time two FUCK! that’s Forty-eight FREAKIN flights! Yet I was about to do them all just to reach my mate.
Sweating now, my anxiety with excitement and impatience is increasing more as the doors close and the elevator. I had pressed all the buttons though, I am the only one using this elevator. Still following the downward scent continuing wafting in as the elevator stops on each floor before continuing to ascend. I poke my head out of the elevator to scent each floor, nothing. However, the scent continues downwards through the elevator, intensifying in my nose as I go until I come to the floor where their scent is most powerful, overwhelming me again. This is the floor.
I get off here & see it’s the 9th floor. By now the scent leads me, guiding me right. I walk down the lined apt hallway passage sniffing my way. After passing two more apartment doors also not my mates, I scent two more Wulves. The hackles on the back of my neck rise. Crimson as well growls a low threat growl ready to phase and meet a challenge to protect our mate.
I come to stop at the door where I pick up the most intoxicating fragrance coming out through its frame. A fragrance I will always smell from for the rest of my life, I knock, my anxiety mounting. So much does it, I tremble. No answer, I knock again, no answer.
Crimson pushes me screaming “Our mate is in there Reuben go in!!”. Listening to Crimson, I do a hard push and the locks break, wulf strength has its perks. Yet for common sense to myself, I think “I am sooo going to prison because of my wulf.” Still entering “Hello?” no answer.
Crimson yips “We found our mate! This is my mate’s home! It’s so clean, It’s beautiful. Reuben, we have a mate!” Crimson keeps repeating over and over like an excited cub looking through my eyes as I am now entering hoping not to scare my mate and arrested for breaking and entering. The smell of Night Blooming Jasmine, The scent which belongs to my mate, engulfs me, dizzying, placing me in a state of Eurasia giving me a fucking Raging erection. For the first time ever, my blood pounds, pulsating out of pure positive excitement. My heart is pumping, my nerves just under my skin are on end, sensitive to the touch.
Realizing my emotional state, I huff at myself. Look at me the Alpha of the Crimson Mountain pack. Blessed by the Goddess with a powerful Celestial wulf, behaving more like a goddamn nervous high school kid about to meet the parents of his crush!
Entering my mate’s home, I close their apt door behind me. I notice in the kitchen is in front of me, a lovely mahogany brown round Italian table holding a glass center surrounded by four mahogany wooden chairs. On it, is a nice-looking burgundy terracotta dinnerware set with pastel peach handkerchiefs placed within each mug. I see also in the center, a colored matching vase holding flowers. Behind the table, hanging is a huge mural curtain with an Italian cobblestone country design. It complements the kitchen feeling warm and inviting. For a moment the Mural reminds me of my family and hometown back in Cuba with its old model cars and cobblestone.
Being nosey looking inside, I look to my right into the living room, taking in my mate’s style of living. Noting the religious statues of Sta. Barbara & st. Micheal with lit candles. They must believe in spirituality in some sense. I smile thinking “Well, my mate and mami already have something in common. Mommy will be pleased.” My family in Cuba, aside from being wers, all believe in and are avid practitioners of the Santeria faith. And they’re dangerous in the art!
The living room is also cozy & well-furnished. Possessing the same inviting feeling. I the colors my mate used and combined to which they have their home adorned. Maroon with soft pastel peach and pastel light candy green. smiling, I make a note of the earth tone pastels, helpful for future gifts. I don’t enter the living room though.
Instead, I turn to my left seeing both an open bathroom door to my left and a bedroom to it’s right. Walking into the bedroom, there is a beautiful large fish tank situated kitty Kat style in the right-hand corner by a window of four frames. Within it are five huge Japanese Koi and three extra-large Iridescent sharks, two black and one white causing me to think of the bacalao (codfish) I enjoy eating so much. I wonder? Next, to thank, I notice my mate has a plant (small elephant ears) positioned right in the center windows dividing them to two on each side. They must like this plant because it had a very healthy green look to it and its many vines are extending downwards half covering the pedestal supporting it. It seems to be out of control.
Continuing to take in the bedroom, I see a beautiful queen size sleigh bed centered between two end night tables with matching lamps on them. Half the bed remains dressed beneath a leopard quilt spread across. Except for a wrinkled turned up covers. Laying a disheveled mess on one side. Feeling a stir begins in my pants as my thoughts go to us wrinkling those sheets and the positions., both at night and in the morning. My arousing thoughts cause me to have to reach inside my pants to adjust myself. Crimson pokes fun at me “You know your might rape our mate. Calm down, TIGER!” Causing me to laugh with my response “HEY! I GOT 14 YEARS OF BLUE BALLS HERE BUDDY !! and I am a wulf!”
Continuing to look around I noticed a picture on the nightstand next to the bed. The same side the wrinkled sheets are. I walk over to it and pick it up, looking at it. There is a handsome guy one shoulder embracing his mother (I think). She is an older woman, her eyes? The reflection within them deep. Telling me there stands she wulf of POWER! Wait? I know her? I wonder, have I met her? There is something familiar about her like we have met. But Crimson does not elaborate and I don’t ask. I turn my gaze up to him and I am enveloped with a sudden flood of anxiousness I can’t help. So strong is this feeling, I whimper from my excitement and happiness at seeing him. It’s coming from crimson. And I realize……...It’s HIM! HE’S MY MATE!!
The male. The male is my mate. But I don’t care. He is my mate. The one the Goddess held for me. Just for me. I have always held a curiosity about the same sex and in one adventure, acted on this factor several years ago after having received the best sex in a threesome. Leaving me breathless when the male wer sucked me like a 6.5 vacuum CLEANER!! His hot moist salivating tongue on my cock and genitals caused me to cum the most intense orgasm ever. Afterward, I open the curiosity door for more experimenting and found it satisfying. At other times, got up and left. Yet I never thought my destined mate would be MALE.
But HE. HE is my MATE and he is beautiful. His eyes are silver colored, showing life and love. In stunning contrast to his skin. A caramel mocha complexion. From this picture, he is tall, looks almost my height. At 6’4 and 313 lbs with football players build. If he were short, I would DEFINITELY get neck cramps from leaning down to KISS HIM!
Crimson butts in “That does not matter. But the sex now THAT yummm” I chuckle a
nd block out Crimson telling him “Horny Bastard” still taking in the picture. I think to myself “I hope it is him and not her, HE IS STUNNING!” I have experienced both sexes, but until this moment, never thought which I would prefer as my mate. Crimson looks through my eyes and responds to my thoughts in his baritone wulf Speak “HE is our mate she is his mother”
“How do you know buddy?”
His snide response causes me to laugh “Imma horny bastard remember. But!! I ain’t! fuckin her.” Crimson hadn’t responded to my question, but I am relieved It’s not her. As I continue looking at the picture taking a seat on the bed for a moment I talk out loud “Thank you, GODDESS. He’s beautiful.”
I continue thumbing his face within the picture frame, taking in all of my mate’s physical features. His smile melts me giving me butterflies, something I have NEVER felt. His embrace on his mother stirs a yearning within. I will have those arms around me and know his touch soon... forever. sigh a big sigh “, my search has ended. I found you.” A sigh, with it a warmth within of peace. A slight burning sting threatens to fill in my eyes. I found him. Not like someone desperate for love, but just enough as one escapes, sliding down my face I say it “my mate.” For all these years it was a word I thought I would never know but now I do. My mate. I feel it now rooting itself within me. I have a mate!
Crimson had been the whole time, looking through my eyes, he again howls his happiness before speaking. His voice becoming gentle and wise this time, holding a profound happiness. Something which always got my full attention when he did so “Yes Reuben, at long last, we have found OUR mates.” Again, Crimson releases a joyous howl. Yet, it matches my joyous heart.
VERITAS
Coming to, it took a minute to realize I am traveling. No, I am in a car and it’s moving, but I don’t know why? I can hear Randall, Carmen, and another unfamiliar female voice speaking. The unknown female leads the conversation “The spell is breaking down which must mean Sable will return soon”. I hear Randall using a deep mellow tone “Carmen, He needs to know. He can’t go on like this girl” Carmen responds to him with the same tone “I know”.
The unknown female voice, cuts in stating “I was with him. He remained on the balcony inhaling deep breaths trying to settle down. his eyelids shot open and he remained transfixed glaring out towards the freeway. He the air again only this time he was tracking something. A second later, he bolted to the door. From the look that came over his face and how he reacted seconds after, only one thing can produce a wulf to respond that way, his mate. It is my belief Alejandro smelled The pheromones which only mates can scent of one another when near”.
I shoot quick flashes to Carmen saying with an attitude “BITCH If you don’t tell him I WILL GURL! Ya saw what fuckin happened ta him.” my voice rises, reflecting my emotions “HIS EYES GLOWED, THEN HE GROWLED, Then RIGHT IN FRONT OF US, HE DROPS LIKE A PLOP OF HORSE SHIT!”
I open my eyes blinking, rubbing them with my hand to clear my vision. As I sit up, Randall stops speaking. An excited Bella jumps on me and my face. A hint to the pair to end the conversation, “Ugh what happened?”. Randall’s driving but speaks using his sassy southern voice “Well, well, well, look-alike sleeping beauty don waking up. How ya doin Sista Gertrude?” His voice tone soft, showing concern even in flair mode.
I answer, my tone still groggy “, just the headache knocked the hell out of me. What the fuck was that and why did it hit me so strongly?” I see Randall glare at Carmen who avoids his look as she turns saying “neglected to take your pills this morning?”
I respond “I suppose I did, with god sister’s abrupt visit, but it was never…......” Randall interrupts pissed off “BITCH ENOUGH of dose dam PILLS!! Did you ever stop to think SABLE’S been trying ta come back but those FUCKING PILLS are now trapping HIM?!” Constantly being smacked for his use of language, Carmen glances at him and he backs down.
Looking into Randall’s gaze it hits me Wait? Sable? it’s the name the Crimson wulf called me. So, I ask “Who’s SABLE?” A tremendous mistake the second the name rolls off my tongue my head continues its jackhammer pounding. “AHHH” I let out a bellowing cry, doubling over. My forehead hits and pushes against the back of the passenger seat, where Carmen is sitting. Again, the head throbbing pounding I felt earlier is back just as strong. The blackness returning to consume me as my vision reducing the light. Carmen turned to help me but silver glowing eyes stare back at her before I pass out. “BEYOTCH YOU SEE I FUCKING TOLD YOU!! HE IS COMING!!” Is what I hear, then blackness.
Rendering me unconscious for the remainder of the trip.
When I come to again Randall and Carmen are in a powerful conversation, Rather, Randall was shouting “Enuf of dis shit Alejandro gurl!”, Carmen would stare at him when he got too loud, and he would bring down his tone. But, he never ceased arguing, his voice dead ass serious tone. Turning to me he says “It’s time you knew everything even who YOU are” Carmen, with a low tone in her voice cuts him off “Not yet”. Randall did not deter. He glares at her fire in his eyes “bitch look a here since it happened. I done been his caretaker. For the past 13 years, I saw him treated like a GODDAMN SISSY!! Everyone always being careful how dey treats him, wa dey say ta him, wat dey tell him. No-one daring to approach him like a wulf! Why do ya think he came all dis way? to find WHO HE IS! Girl he gay but HE AIN’T A PUSSY! Nobody wanna treat him like who da hell he is “DA FUCKING FUTURE ALPHA OF THE Celestial Guardian Pack BEYOTCH ENOUGH!!”
Carmen now stops prepping food with the serrated knife and gives Randall a face, letting him know he is overstepping himself. He stops SEVERELY bringing down his tone to one of calmness his head turns to avert her eyes. However, this did not stop his resolve as his voice slows, his body language Most of its furious outburst tone diminishes. Huffing “Alejandro has always been strong hell can’t you tell. He hasn’t had those fuckin pills and is fine. Why don’t you GURLLL, fucking TRY SAYING WHAT’S ABOUT TO HAPPEN TA HIM FOR A CHANGE.”
I quit chewing the sloppy joe she made for lunch. Even after waiting half the day for foodstuff. Raising my left eyebrow, with a deliberate tone which causes both to turn and face me. “what is about to happen?” My face is expressionless and my already fucking shitty mood just got worse. “Just tell me because I am not in the mood”. My statement held more certainty that I showed. It was supposed to be only a half day of driving to get food and back to the cabin(Randall realized there is no food at the cabin after we settled in. But, because of two automobile accidents, one traffic diversion, one stop for gas, stopping at the supermarket it turned into 4 hours
To then have one lady STOP RIGHT BEHIND MY SUV as I am trying to pull out. The BITCH decided to FUCKING COMFORT HER CRYING, temper, tantrum BRAT!! It was now 8 pm & all I had was coffee at 8 am!! So yea I was in a stank mood all day. Wouldn’t you be? With Randall however, it doesn’t work.
“OHH NO Bitch Check da tude HEFFA! CUZ I AIN’T DA ONE!!” His voice tone convinced me that this was serious. Not conscious of it, a growl escapes me at him, causing him to back down which I found different. Carmen takes over the conversation coming back to Randall “not yet Randall” her eyes were stone cold as she glowered back over the rim of her glasses. I turn my gaze to her and something in my voice made her back down also, giving a sigh “Carmen I know you mean well but I am tired of the dancing around me So, Yes, it is”
I had not realized it, but my voice, still held a growl in my throat as I spoke. Randall chuckles and I turn my head to him once more giving him my full attention. He whistles “Twinkle Toes” as he reproduces a ballerina dance then whistles making us all chuckle a little. He pauses and looks past my shoulder for a moment to Carmen who’s now swinging her hand in a “go ahead girl he wants it” gesture and then he is peering back at me.
Looking around the cabin, he makes some subconscious note then says “Ok let’s go outside I want you to see something but! Dar beez too much fukin furniture in dis house to be reckin. Just remember girl it’s me okaaay?
” that said Randall snaps his fingers as he turns on his ankles, heading for the door. I felt this was odd but what the hell “Ok”. We go outside. Once outside, Randall walked about three feet then turns to face me. MY EYES BULGE AND I AM SPEECHLESS!! At what I saw. HIS EYES WERE BLAZING CHESTNUT BROWN! Before I can react, a mist of brown smoke comes out of him, sheltering him in a whirling mass.
The sound of his clothes ripping, tearing, tattering apart then the mist clears in under a second; leaving me looking now at an immense chocolate brown wulf where Randall just stood there. I‘m stunned but before I can say anything I hear a voice in my head say, “so how do I look girl?” turning my head looking sideways for just a sec to see where the voice is coming from. Instead, I catch a glimpse out of my peripheral vision, of movement behind me. Turning around only to see another wulf! A beautiful copper orange wulf with silver black flecks of fur.
My mouth opens with awe. though, I am not afraid. I still feel safe. Instead, I turn & face Randall again taking the two steps off the porch to the brown wulf. He walks up stopping just in front of me then bows his head “hello Alejandro I am Coco”. The orange wulf standing on the porch now pads down the two coming to stand next to “COCO” Following his lead she also bows her head. I hear a female voice whisper in my head “Hello Alejandro, I am Celeste and yes Alejandro, we are wulves.”
ADELPHI
I didn’t realize how much time went by continuing studying at the picture of my mate. However, my absence must have been sufficient to cause worry. My cell phone, within my vest pocket, began vibrating awakening me from my daydreaming. With a growl removing it from my pocket I see who it is. It’s Thomas. My soon to be Beta and best friend, at other times he is my second mother with his incessant calls.
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