by Leila Vy
Confident, egoistical alphas!
“Hurry, let’s go.” I grabbed her hand, and we moved to the line where all the females stood. I caught a glance of Amelia glaring at me from the sidelines. She was dressed in white, as she did not have a mate.
I led the female packs as I stood a foot ahead of them all. When the minutes began counting down, I risked another glance at Titus who was still staring at me. When he caught me looking, he winked.
Damn him.
He was distracting me. I needed to focus. I needed to make this extra hard on him. I slipped on a sly grin and turned back to him as an idea came to my mind. The minutes began counting down, and when it reached its last fifteen seconds, I began lifting my dress up to my thighs. The females caught onto what I was doing, and they all gave a laugh as they began doing the same. The males were growling their displeasure and eagerness to get to their mates.
When the countdown reached one, we all burst into a run. I heard Kailyn giggling next to me. When we reached the edge of the woods, I lifted the dress completely off and shifted. My paws hit the uneven soft ground as I began the run. Some females followed alongside me as we moved deeper into the woods and others separated themselves.
When we heard the excited howls of our mates, we howled back. Soon, I was left alone roaming the edge of the territory. When I saw a movement to my left, I didn’t wait to see who or what I was. I burst into a run and flew past some logs. A familiar growl behind me told me it was Titus. He was quickly catching up. I needed to evade him. By listening, I knew he was close. When I heard his paws dug into the ground, I darted to my right. A wolf laugh escaped from my mouth when I saw him slam into the ground face first.
I barked at him before running back in the opposite direction. I heard a river nearby and ran towards it, hoping the air of the water would mask my scent. When I reached the river, it was unusually fast. I saw a fallen log hanging over the water as I began making my way towards it. I stood on top of the log as I glanced down at the fast current. A snap had my eyes darting back to the root of the log. When I saw that it was falling apart under my weight, I began making my way back but crumbled down underneath me. A yelp escaped my lips, and I fell headfirst into the fast current.
I tried paddling back to shore, but the current was too fast. I shifted right away after I realized that my wolf form would not keep me from drowning. I began swimming towards shore, but it was a lot harder than I thought, even in my human form.
“Help!” I shouted, hoping that Titus was nearby. My arms were aching.
The burning in my muscles was killing me, and I could feel myself being pulled under more and more as I grew weaker and weaker.
“Patience!” Titus yelled as I saw him running with a few pack warriors alongside the river a few yards behind me.
“Titus!” I shouted back, grateful that he was here. “I don’t think I can hold on much longer.”
“Hold on! I’m coming in!”
“What? No! You are crazy! Stay out there! The current is too fast!” I managed to say with a mouthful of water. My arms cramped, and I couldn’t move anymore. My body gave up, and I felt myself shrinking. I held onto whatever air I had left.
My eyes were beginning to hurt as my lungs squeezed painfully for air. I opened my mouth on impulse as my body begged for air, and my brain wasn’t listening. I gulped down a bunch of water in response, and my nose burned at the water that was inhaled.
I was going to die.
And Titus wouldn’t even get to mark me.
This was my life.
Now that I was dying, I regret not telling him to just mark me.
I thanked the Moon Goddess for giving me a second chance, and I thanked my parents for giving birth to me. I was thankful for having a good sister, and I wanted to say that I lov—Suddenly, a strong pair of arms wrapped around my waist and pulled me against a hard chest, and I desperately gasped for air.
“Hold on.” I saw Titus struggling to keep his weight and mine on top of the water. If I struggled in his arms, it would bring us both down. So I allowed him to take me where he wanted. I felt one of his arms leave my body, and slowly we were brought back to the shoreline. I fell onto the dirty ground, gasping and coughing. Titus immediately came to my side and hit my back with his palm.
“You are going to bruise my back,” I muttered in between coughs.
“I need you to breathe,” he said hoarsely. I turned slightly to look around and saw that his pack warriors had already left. It was only both of us. I threw myself into his arms. He wrapped his arms around me, and I began crying like a baby. The emotional turmoil that was ripping through me had me terrified, and I needed contact. I gripped his body tightly in mine, and he made me sit on his lap as he rocked me back and forth.
When I was done crying, I pulled back and looked up at him. Fresh tears welled up as I saw the concern in his eyes.
“You are okay.” He reassured me for the hundredth time.
“Where is everyone?” I asked.
“They all went back to finish the ceremony,” he replied calmly. His body heat was seeping into mine, and I welcomed it with open arms.
“Should we go back?” I asked.
“If you don’t want to yet, we don’t have to.” His thumb came out to wipe away a tear that had slipped out.
“I thought I was going to die,” I whispered to him. His face was only inches away from mine. “I didn’t think it will break on me.”
“I know,” he replied. I swallowed hard as I said the next thing that was on my mind. All I could think about was us and how I wouldn’t finish what I wanted to do with him. Nothing was going to stop me now. This was going to happen now.
“I want you to mark me.”
Chapter Twenty-Four
He didn’t mark me. We ended up going back to the ceremony later. He was right not to do it though. If I really thought about it, it was Christian and Emily’s ceremony. This was about them. My mind was clouded with a near-death experience that I didn’t realize what I was asking from Titus. He wanted to wait until the time was appropriate, and he was completely right.
I had slipped back into my red dress and was walking back inside the home when I was yanked to a dark corner. My eyes adjusted to the dark and saw that it was Amelia. She was glaring up at me as she looked me up and down.
“Well, don’t you look nice in red? I thought I told you he was my mate,” she said maliciously. Her eyes were narrowed into slits, and her lips pulled back to bare her canine.
Well, this is certainly different from her sobbing.
“You like it? Red tends to make my skin glow and my eyes stand out,” I replied nonchalantly, completely ignoring her last statement.
A snarl left her lips, and I arched an eyebrow.
“He’s mine!” she growled out; her hands curled into fists at her sides.
I heard faint voices coming inside the pack house. I moved a step away from her. “If that is all you are going to talk about, I suggest you to stop wasting your breath. He is mine.”
Her eyes flashed black, and she let out an angry growl. “If you think that I would let this go easily, you are mistaken. He is mine, and I will have him back.”
My back stiffened, and my arms prickled with hair. The challenge was left hanging in the air, and my wolf wanted blood. I rolled my shoulders to rid of the tension, and in a slow predatory stalk, I walked over to her where I gripped her jaw with my hand. My face was mere inches from hers.
A slow, sly smile slipped on my face. “Try it. I will enjoy killing you.”
The grip I had on her tightened as I was still raging inside. She really had the audacity to speak to me this way and to want to take back what she threw away. My wolf wanted to kill her, but I didn’t want to be irrational. I knew it would be a bad image for their future luna to kill Amelia—a pack member and their alpha’s destined mate. It would make me look like the bad person.
I pushed her away with a flick of my wrist, and she went stumbling back,
holding onto her cheeks as marks of my fingers still remained there. I turned around and walked to the training room instead of heading to the bedroom. I needed to get rid of the negative energy coursing through my body, or I else wouldn’t be able to control myself. I went into the closet and found some spare training clothes that were left in here and put them on.
I tied my hair into a ponytail before I went to the boxing bag and began punching it. I wasn’t going to lie; I was imagining Amelia’s face, and it only made me punch harder. I was sweating and huffing by the time I slowed down. I placed my hand on my knees to control my breathing.
“What are you doing?” Titus’s voice came from the entrance.
I glanced over at him. He had changed into his sleeping pants and was now shirtless, the tattoo all over his chest visible. He walked towards me. I pursed my lips and began punching the bag again. Seeing him so fucking hot was driving me insane, and it made me think of Amelia.
“Are you going to answer me, Patience?” he asked, a little impatient.
“No,” I retorted.
He moved to hold the bag in front of him as I continued punching. His eyes roamed my sweaty body hungrily before looking back at me.
“You’re angry,” he said.
I punched harder this time just to send him back a few steps. He let out a grunt at the impact.
“Why?” he asked.
“It’s nothing,” I muttered and punched again.
“Then why are you punching a bag in the middle of the night?” He continued to prod. I stopped mid-punch to glare at him.
“Can you just leave me alone? I want some time alone,” I said. He dropped his hand, and the punching bag swayed back and forth as it lost what was holding it steady. I stared at it for a moment before glancing at him. He moved closer to me this time, his fingers tracing my jaw.
“Tell me.”
“Stop it,” I replied and tried to move away from him, but he wrapped his arms around my waist, pulling me against his naked chest. “I’m sweaty.”
“I like it. Your scent is stronger. I can smell your adrenaline and how sweet you will taste. It’s intoxicating,” he murmured against my ear. My body shivered because of his teasing, and I felt my anger vanish slowly. His touch was calming me down and placing a new heat in my body.
“Are you mad that I wouldn’t mark you?” he asked. His hand was caressing my body, touching me in ways that had my blood burning with desire. He touched and groped me possessively. He made sure to cup my breasts firmly in his palms, claiming them without words.
“No,” I whispered weakly. My will to maintain control was slowly slipping; I could never fight against the feel of his hands. They felt like heaven, and the way he touched me made me feel like I was the only thing he would adore.
He then lightly sucked on my neck, his tongue flickering back and forth on my sensitive skin. His breath fanned my skin, and his arms tightened around me. I felt his hard member pressing against my bottom. The sensation and core-clenching desires were enough to have me roll my head back and have my knees weak. The ache between my legs was increasing. The thing he did to me was mind-boggling. I couldn’t even comprehend how strong our bond was. It was kind of scary how fast I fell for this male.
In comparison to Kyle, Titus made me feel things I had never felt before. Now, I barely feel anything for Kyle, which was unnerving. I was falling fast for Titus.
Enough, Patience. You can play this teasing game too.
Turning around in his embrace, I hooked my arms around his neck and wrapped my legs around his waist. His hand grabbed my bottom immediately to prevent me from falling. My lips came crashing down on his, and I bit his lower lip before sucking on it. My tongue slipped out and delved into his mouth, tasting him. There was this animalistic hunger that stirred up inside of me. My wolf was already on edge because of Amelia’s threat. The thought of losing Titus was enough to drive us crazy and make us want to kill. Now that he was here, I needed him.
“I know you said you wouldn’t mark me, but that doesn’t mean you and I can’t do other things,” I whispered against his lips.
He hesitated, and his body stiffened. I kissed him hard this time and rubbed my wet core against his hardness.
“Please,” I pleaded softly, and it was like The Great Wall of China was crumbling down to the ground. Titus’s will fell, and his body relaxed. He started moving. In moments, we were upstairs in our bedroom. He laid me down gently on the bed as he pulled back to look at me.
“Are you sure?”
“Yes,” I replied instantly. His lips came back down on mine with determination.
His hands moved up from my stomach to cup my breast over the sports bra. I moaned and arched my back. His tongue was playing and teasing mine in a way that drove me a little mad. His hand moved up and slipped over the top of my bra to cup my bare breast in his hand, and the contact was sheer pleasure. The heat and tingling sensation only deepened.
“Titus, please,” I whispered against his lips. He growled lowly as his chest rumbled with need. His claws came out, and he ripped my shorts and my bra with ease. I was now completely naked underneath him. He took his time looking at me from top to bottom. His tongue darted out, licking his lips as he saw my glistening core. The action sent a jolting shock through me, and I found myself needing some kind of relief from what was twisting inside of me.
His mouth came down on my lips as he kissed me hard. “Goddamn it. You’re beautiful. Every single part of you is alluring, and I can’t wait to taste you.”
I could only respond with a moan as his lips moved to my neck where he sucked on his earlier love bite. My hands went into his hair to tug on it. My claws were lightly scrapping his scalp as I felt my wolf now on the surface. He groaned in response and nipped at my neck before moving down to the valley of my breast, licking it. I gasped at the new sensation; it felt so blissful. His mouth moved to one of my breasts as he took in one of my nipples.
Oh, dear goddess.
I mumbled a bunch of incoherent words and clung to his body as if he was going to leave me any minute. The warmth of his mouth and his tongue playing with my breast had me writhing under him. He moved to the other where he paid the same amount of attention.
“Titus, Goddess, Titus,” I kept mumbling. His hands roamed all over my body until I felt him touching my most sensitive spot. I buckled immediately and arched my hip, asking for more as a new sensation spread through my body.
His fingers slipped inside of me; I couldn’t find any words to describe what I was feeling. The moment Titus started thrusting his fingers, I was in a wild state. I brought his lips back up to mine as I kissed him hungrily—showing him just how much I needed him and how much I craved for his touch. He growled out as he kissed me back just as much.
He stopped kissing me to pull down his pants and crawled back into bed, setting himself in between my legs. I knew what was going to happen next. I stared down at his hard member. It was thick and large. It was scary to look at. I didn’t know if it would fit, and nervousness set in me. His lips came down on mine, kissing me gently this time.
“I will try to be gentle,” he whispered.
I nodded, and moments later, I felt him slowly entering me. The discomfort began spreading as he moved deeper. When he reached my hymen, he thrust hard. I cried out and scratched at his back. He grabbed my hands and placed them on the sides of my head as he looked down at me. His eyebrows furrowed in concentration and his eyes filled with concern. He was biting his lip to maintain control.
The ache was still there. I could still feel him inside of me; it was like a bad searing pain. A tear slipped out from my eyes, and he moved to kiss it away before pulling out.
“I am sorry,” he whispered.
“I-it’s okay,” I replied, a little hesitant. His hand moved down to where we were connected and touched me again. The pain subsided and was quickly replaced with the pleasure I felt earlier. I moaned and began grinding my hips.
Titus began mo
ving again, and I thanked him silently, as it was just what I needed. His thrust was slow and gentle. His hand was still on my wrists beside my head, and his eyes were closed tightly. When what was building inside of me was reaching a point where I couldn’t stand it any longer, I began wiggling underneath him.
“Titus,” I whispered.
He opened his eyes and gazed down at me with his black eyes full of desire. I pleaded with my eyes, and he began moving faster. His thrust became harder and rougher. I tossed my head back and rolled my eyes as the pleasure intensified. I curled my hands into the sheets, and my heels dug into his bum. He groaned, and his thrust became more sloppy and uneven. I was moaning incessantly, and my hands shot out of from the bed to grip his hair in desperate attempt to stay sane. I pulled him down for a harsh, deep kiss. He seemed to like that, and his thrust spurred into a sexual frenzy.
Something building up inside of me snapped, and I let out a cry of pleasure as his lips remained on mine, muffling the sound I emitted as if he only wanted it for himself. No one else was to hear what was only for him. His thrust became deeper. It hit so deep inside of me that I cried out for the second time as I felt myself release what was building inside of me again. He let out a growl and thrust many times as I felt him shoot his release deep inside of me. He continued his thrust until he was done. Sweat covered our body, and the smell of our mating was thick in the air.
When he pulled back, his eyes were still glassy with desire and his eyes roamed my body hungrily again. He leaned down to greedily kiss me one last time.
“Qu’est-ce que je ferais sans toi? Tu me rends fou. (What would I do without you? You drive me crazy.),” he whispered and kissed me one more time. “You are mine, Patience.”
Chapter Twenty-Five
Kyle
I was in the middle of training when I felt a sharp jab in my stomach. The pain spread all over my body; it was like someone was skinning me alive. I dropped immediately to the ground, and everyone ran towards me. My vision began to blur, and a cry left my lips from the unbearable pain.