I Chose My Research, and He Chose Regret

Summer’s POV   

He has me bent over the bed while he shoves his cock into me over and over again. He reached around, grabbing one of my breasts, but that changed the tempo of his rhythm. “No,” I yelled at him, “just fuck me.” He let go of my breast and his rhythm returned. Deeper and faster than it was before. I could feel my orgasm building as he thrusted in and out of me. I feel my orgasm building and I moan as my orgasm builds by the second. My sole concern is my release. I want my needs to be met. I don’t care about his needs. All the moaning I’m doing has made my throat dry.  

Zane grabs my butt roughly, making similar sounds while he fills me with his seed and shouting out, thanking the goddess for his release. I wait for him to slip out of me before I collapse on the bed, panting.

He joins me on the bed, breathless, giving me a post-sex kiss. I guess we both have some built-up sexual frustrations. We both laugh as our breathing stabilizes. “Was that as good for you me as it was for me?” He asks me.

He gives a dirty smile before slipping his cock into me again. Giving me orgasm after orgasm throughout the night. I don't think I'll be able to walk in the morning, let alone fight. But it is so worth it.  

My name is Summer Blackwood. I am the 22-year-old youngest daughter of the Gamma of the Forest Green Pack. When I was growing up, my dad trained me and my siblings hard. He didn’t want any of his kids to appear weak, especially the girls. Fighting came easily for me; I had fighting skills others could only dream of. But my heart led me to medicine. I wanted to heal people. Both dad and Alpha Stan agreed to fund my medical training in the human world. If I agreed to have strong surgical and obstetric elements. Then I was to work in the pack hospital after I graduated.  

Alpha Stan explained to me that our wolves usually healed our bodies, so we didn’t need many pack doctors. But it was during pregnancy or for those that were wolf less, a doctor was an asset to the pack. It would be beneficial for him as I would also be the only female doctor in the country and how the pack would benefit from my skills.  

He carried on by telling me that the only male doctor in the pack was sick of being attacked by dominant males. While their mates were pregnant or in labor and had threatened to quit recently because of being physically assaulted. Again. Of course, the answer was yes. It was everything I ever dreamed of.  

It was a challenging course, mainly because of the additional courses. But it was the practical element I enjoyed the most. I spent most of my time in the operating theaters and supporting women throughout their pregnancy and labor. I figured every experience would make me a better doctor. I was totally devoted to my pack and believed those experiences would do us all good.  

I didn’t socialize whilst I was at medical school. There was no point. There would be no personal gain for me, as I had no intention of staying in touch with anyone afterwards. Other than the she-wolf I met in my final year.  

I had goals and aspirations. They expected me to do well. During school breaks, I had to return home and train with the other warriors. It was challenging to do everything, but I was young, I was a wolf, and I was the daughter of Gamma Davis. I also had the backing of my Alpha. I wouldn’t let any of them down.   

The school terms were hard mentally, my brain was overworked nearly all the time. But physically, me and my wolf Alexis were so restless and frustrated. We did not feel challenged enough. We would do anything to run and fight as much as possible while we were home. In fact, I was more physically exhausted returning to school than when we left. The other thing I did plenty of while I was home was enjoy lots of sex.   

Long ago, the previous Alpha declared that pent-up sexual frustrations caused distractions for wolves. This is especially true during warrior training, where they wear revealing clothing, sweat profusely, and get up close and personal. Apparently, you could cut the sexual tension with a knife.  

He declared that if a wolf had not met its mate by the age of 21, they could have sexual relations with others, or could take a chosen mate. A pregnancy is highly unlikely without the mate bond, so no one is worried about that. The mate bond was considered a blessing from the goddess, and thus, once formed, it was expected to be cherished. I fully agree with this decision.  

When I used to come home, I would feel very frustrated. I would have multiple partners, which disgusted my family. They couldn't understand that my high libido was the cause of my dissatisfaction. Then I started having sex with the Alpha’s twin sons and they met my needs several times over. We weren’t mates, but they loved the fact I took pleasure from both of them, and I took pleasure from being thoroughly screwed.