Chapter 4.

Conrad.

I exhaled heavily, then drew in the fresh forest breeze again before releasing it the second time.

The meeting with those four Alphas had lasted about forty five minutes. Those were the most tense forty minutes of my life.

Being an Alpha wouldn't be easy. That was certain.

Now, I needed to calm my nerves and that's why I was standing by the edge of a hill, overlooking the thick forest below.

I stretched my arms and legs, ready to jump.

And I did.

Midair, my bones twisted and my skin morphed into fur. My ears elongated and by the time I landed thirty feet below, I was a five feet black wolf.

I howled before dashing into the woods at full speed.

Oh…it felt good…

I weaved through trees and branches, jumped over shrubs and fallen trunks. I knew the forest like the back of my palm. I'd been racing through it since I first shifted at the age of sixteen.

My condition of wolf dormancy-didn't apply to my ability to shift. That's why it's called partial. It only affects some aspects of a werewolf. There was chronic wolf dormancy, which affected a werewolf's entire wolf attributes.

The events of tonight were making me so nervous, just like Clyde said. Shit, I hope I don't flop.

Unlike me, Clyde knew the Alphas I met with. He'd served each of them as a special warrior in their various packs on grandpa's demand as an alliance strategy.

Now according to him, those Alphas owed us great debts.

A loud scream echoed in the forest and I instantly dashed towards my left, rushing through trees and shrubs.

It was like a force had pulled me.

Then I came face to face with a small animal. And a human.

I jumped over the human and hit the animal with my snout, sending it skidding away.

I growled. I hated how these cougars still haven't been taken care of. Grandpa claimed we shouldn't give the humans reasons to be suspicious when the cougars all suddenly disappeared.

In a matter of seconds, I'd shredded the beast apart and I turned around, only for me to see Skylar. She was covered in dirt and bruises.

I transformed and lifted her off the ground.

“What are you doing here?” I asked whilst checking for any fatal wounds on her.

I saw none, thankfully and looked at her face.

My heart skipped, seeing the way she was looking at me. My cock twitched and that was when I remembered I was still naked.

“I…I was looking for you.” She said in the softest voice I've ever heard her speak with.

“Forget it, you need some treatment, you're covered in bruises.” I noted and made my way back to the pack house with Skylar in my arms.

A few minutes later, I was standing at the blind spot of the pack house, where no CCTV cameras or guards could notice us.

“Hang on,” I told Skylar, prompting her to wrap her arms around my shoulder tightly.

I leapt up once, leaving over fifteen feet below me and landed on the ledge of the building. I rounded a corner, still on the ledge before leaping over a balcony.

I slid open the window and walked into my room.

‘Get me a first aid kit.’ I mindlinked a guard as I laid Skylar on my bed.

‘A first aid kit?’ the guard repeated.

‘Now!’ 

He said nothing after that.

A few minutes later, I was sitting beside Skylar, applying ointment on her bruises.

I'd thrown a robe on by then.

Her eyes remained on me as I rubbed her thigh with the ointment. I could hear her breath waning, the heat was on.

“What were you even doing in the woods?” I asked, finally breaking the tense silence.

Skylar took a moment before responding.

“I told you I was coming to see you.”

“And you couldn't take the normal route?”

“There was a lot of traffic!” She argued.

“You know how dangerous that forest is, even for werewolves.” I scolded, still applying the ointment.

“You don't get to worry about me!” She said.

“Oh yeah? Well, I am!” I countered.

“I'm serious!” She half yelled, sitting up and pulling her leg to herself.

I looked and realised that she was being serious.

I placed the ointment aside, rinsed my hands in a bowl of water and wiped them clean with a towel.

“Tell me, what have I done?” I asked with a calm tone.

“Why didn't you tell me you're an Alpha? You thought maybe I'd force myself on you for money and power, uhn? A golddigger? That's what you thought of me?” She said and I frowned.

“No no, that's not it, you already knew I was wealthy! Come on, Skylar, don't talk like that.” I said, holding her hand.

“Then why? You didn't trust me?” She asked, her voice soft and tender. I've never seen her act this way before.

“It's complicated.” I managed to say, looking away.

Silence stretched for a while between us.

“Conrad,” she purred. “I don't…I don't want it to end.” She said.

“You don't want what to end?” I asked, sitting closer to her, holding her gaze.

“You know…” she shrugged, her face turning pink as I slowly leaned towards her.

“You mean…this?” I whispered just before planting my lips on hers.

She kissed back immediately, grabbing the back of my head with one hand and the front of my robe with the other.

Her lips parted, forcing me to part mine and she probed my mouth instantly. Her tongue intertwined with mine in a passionate hunger for pleasure.

Our breaths ragged as she pulled me downward, her back falling on the bed with me on top.

Her hands found the knot of my robe before I could attend to her own dress.

She was really into it!

I knelt above her, her legs trapped between my knees as we continued to kiss. She threw my robe apart and immediately found my cock.

I grunted into her mouth.

My hands found her breasts and I didn't hesitate to fondle them through her shirt.

I finally parted my lips from hers but quickly closed it on her collar bone. Her soft moan rang into my ears

With her hand guiding me, I lowered my head towards her right breast while pulling her shirt open.

“Conrad…” she moaned as I pulled her shirt to the side, exposing her pink lach bra.

“Conrad…” she said, this time a bit more firmly. Her hands were now on my shoulders, trying to push me off.

I rose and looked at her with a strange look.

“What's wrong?” I asked with furrowed eyebrows.

“You really don't sense it?” She asked, her eyes searching mine.

“Sense what?” I asked, getting more confused than ever.

“Our mate bond, Conrad. We're mates!”