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Chapter 4

Author: Eniee
last update Last Updated: 2023-07-22 03:02:20

Unable to move, I froze underneath his wolf as I tried to get a control of my thoughts.

No. No. No. This couldn't happen. This was all a mistake. I wasn't supposed to be out here. I wasn't supposed to meet my mate.

The strong black wolf backed away from me, allowing me to stand on my own.

My claws dug inside the mud as I looked up straight at him. Who was this man? The aura surrounding around him was stronger and more vicious compared to Mr. Jameson. It came to me as a shock as I came into realization that he was the Alpha.

I was mated to the Alpha - that one male I had been running away from, that one male that tried to kill me on a dozen occasions - I was mated to him.

Fuck me.

The wolf in front of me snapped and shifted into his human form. Underneath the moonlight, he leaned down and pressed his hand against my furry body.

It was at that moment I lost myself in his eyes. His hair was jet black, messy but still tamed. He had a stubble beard that hid his sharp jaw. Oh, those lips. The man had a masuline body, his shoulders were broad, muscles inched on his flesh, and when my eyes went further down, I backed away.

This was not what I had in mind.

"Shift," He ordered.

I further stepped back.

"I need to know who you are so shift,"

The harsh tone suddenly changed when I didn't give in. There was no chance I was going to shift in front of the man who wanted my head. Regardless of the bond, he was still the Alpha whilst I was a lone wolf. We had no match and we were never ever going to be one. I thought to my self

"Do you come from the Black horse?" His voice was enticing, it made me want to melt but I didn't respond. I had created enough mess for one night. The last thing I wanted to do was reveal my identity to an Alpha.

Black horse was a pack settled nearby.

It was at least a four-hour drive from here to go to the town where Black horse were settled. The town was small so I never thought about going there. I wanted to live in a city as a normal human and Broadway was the best option I had.

"Tell me," His hand grazed over my fur, keeping me in place so I couldn't run away. Everytime I tried to move, he inched forward. "Look at me," He commanded, dreadfully. I gulped the bile growing inside my throat as my stomach churned. He wasn't gentle as I expected my mate to be. A small purr escaped my lips and he moved his hands away.

"Alright.." The man took a deep breath.

"I'm not going to yell at you but you need to shift so I can see who you are and where you come from. Can you do that for me?" He questioned, humbly.

I shook my head.

"Are you scared of me? Do you know who I am?"

Pfft. Scared? What was that? Either way, I nodded my head as I knew who he was.

Any wolf could sense that he was an Alpha and there was only one Alpha that resided in Broadway- Alpha Martin. I always assumed he was an older man as they seemed to have more grudges with me but I was quite wrong. The man in front of me was quite young and beautiful but behind all that beauty, there was a monster, a monster I had no intention of accepting.

"You're my mate and I want you," .

"But, I don't want you to be scared of me so you can take your time and come by whenever you are ready to be marked."

To have sex.

I nodded my head. I just wanted a way out of here before the herbs could stop working and my scent could leak out. I doubted he'd let me live if he knew who I was.

"You're free to go," The man stood up and watched me move back. Some of the tension drained out me as I realized that he wasn't that bad. Countless emotions ran through me but I knew what I wanted. With a last sprint, I escaped the woods and the Alpha who was now my mate.

The blood moon wasn't coming in another two years so I had enough time on my hand to leave the city and find shelter somewhere else. I could start again. There was no problem. I didn't need to stay here. I could start packing tomorrow. And I could also quit my job and move anywhere else!

"Fuck, fuck, fuck!" I cursed as I slammed my hand against the metal body of my Jeep. A few tears escaped my eyes and slipped down onto my cheeks. I was naked, in middle of a road beside the woods and crying because I was miserable and dumb. "Not him, please, God, not him!" I slumped at the side of my car and fell on the ground while sobbing out loudly.

It took me a while to gather my thoughts and my body off the ground. I wore my clothes and headed back for the city.

Sarah was going to arrive anytime soon and I didn't want to keep her waiting all over again. What kind of friend would I be then?

I felt a warmth settling inside my body as I drifted away from the wood - it was the warmth I had been running from all my life. No one was going to come in my life and turn it upside down. That was one thing for sure. I didn't give a fuck if it was the Alpha who I was mated too - the bond wasn't going to weaken me.

"Clara?" I snapped at the direction where I heard my name. Sarah stepped out of her car and onto the ground. I parked my car beside her and got out.

"What are you doing here? I thought you were going to stay home tonight?" she questioned while her eyes narrowed down to my clothes. "Did you go for a run again?"

"Yes and yes, it was a mistake. Let's go inside," I said.

We walked into our building together and back into my studio apartment. Why did it have to happen like this?

"You don't seem fine, Clara . Did you get chased again?"

"No," I swallowed hard. "It's fine! Are you up for a drink?" I questioned as I pulled out a bottle of vodka.

Sarah rolled her leg on the other one and nodded, "Always.," she winked.

I smiled before pouring a shot for her and myself. I wasn't going to remember this night. The Alpha would be a fading memory. The alcohol burned down my throat and wiped away any unsettling emotions piling up inside me.

The rest of the night went with ease as sarah and I finished up the whole bottle of vodka. A few drinks and we were dancing together in our pajamas, a couple more and we were crying and a few more, Sarah passed out on the guest room.

That's what I intended to do every single blood moon.

After sarah fell asleep, I slumped back to my bedroom and closed the door shut. I closed my eyes and pressed my back against the door while thinking about the man I had met--my mate.

There was no escaping the sensation I was feeling in between my legs after finding out that I did have a mate. The alcohol and the heat growing inside my body forced me on the bed. I removed my clothes and laid back straight. As soon as I closed my eyes, his face appeared oh, that beauty that devilish beauty. There was more to it all. I had seen his monster his cock under the moonlight. It was an image that I couldn't ever remove from my mind.

My core clenched and my nipples hardened. My hands ran over my stomach and onto my breasts. The wolf inside me gnawed for it-for our mate to be inside us. I could hold off my desires but not day, I was drunk and in a moment of heat. A fire ignited in my body as I touched my nipples and played with them around my fingers.

There was nothing else I could think off except for him. He was already taking over my thoughts and my body. I slipped my hand in between my legs and bit my lip to contain the moan. My naked pussy dripped with the juices of female arousal. I extended my fingers around my cunt and parted my lips. It was throbbing, aching and demanding for more, more than what it could bear.

I pushed inside a finger and my back arched with pleasure. My toes curled as a new sensation ran through my spine.

The hair on my skin rose as I pulled out my finger and pushed it inside again. I used my other hand to rub my clit while fingering myself hard. The sheets underneath me soaked with my juices and wetness and I hadn't even orgasmed yet. My juices slathered around my fingers and I pounded them inside me but they were nothing compared to his cock-nothing.

Every female wolf wanted her mate and so did I regardless of everything. I wanted him inside me, breeding me, marking and claiming me as his own. He was devilishly handsome but I was terrified.

After a few more moments of fingering my cunt raw, an animal moan came out of me as my wolf was finally pleased, I released on my fingers and then drifted into a deep sleep.

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