Chapter 2

Cris drove to the house of his new boss and partner who was fifteen minutes from work, an apartment located in the residential area. He parked the car in front of a 4-story building, too classical for his taste. 

They entered the elevator and he had to press against the wall, that damn thing was small compared to its large size. He did not mind being in the same place as his partner, his wolf loved it but he smelled her discomfort. After so many years searching for her mate, her beast wouldn't leave her so easily even if the human part of him didn't feel the same way. The elevator doors stopped to the top floor and went to the only door in the hallway. 

Alisha gave him her keys and it took her a few seconds to remember what his job was, he had to cool her mind. He went through the entire apartment, without missing any place where someone could hide, incidentally he took the opportunity to pass his hand through some places leaving his scent impregnated, a need to do so dominated him. He felt Alisha drop the bag on the large sofa in the living room and head to the kitchen once he gave the ok to the room, apparently it was a routine with all the previous bodyguards, the search of his home, and that was it. It made her calm.

He took a minute to revel in the quaint apartment, the walls were painted in ivory that contrasted with the large thick wine red curtains. The black furniture was spacious, but unlike the other place here there were intricately woven rugs on the floor or on the wall as a tapestry, the contrast was rare but he found himself admiring it.

-Tomorrow come pick me up at 5:30, I want to organize some papers before going to the meeting- her voice made him turn around.

Alisha had taken off her jacket leaving only the simple white long-sleeved shirt, not having on her high heels had to lower her gaze further. Without that additional piece of clothing he was able to appreciate her body better. His narrow waist, sure that he could only encircle her with half of his arm. Her hips, though not as bulky, were balanced with the rest of her anatomy, but the perfect size to please him. 

He nodded with a slight shake of his head.

Turning, he went back into the kitchen. Woman of few words. Cris knew that the conversation was over, but his wolf didn't want to leave. He had to use more force than he intended to move, she did not like familiarity and less with employees. If he wanted his mate by his side it was going to be a difficult task.

He got into the car and found his breath hitched with the effort. He squeezed the wheel so hard his knuckles turned white. His body began to ache with excitement and blood pounded in his ears. He never imagined that leaving your partner behind could be so difficult and they hadn't bonded yet. He needed a cold shower, now.

He drove as fast as he could to his house, ignoring the odd traffic signal, the urgency burned his body. The trip that normally lasted about 20 minutes, from the very small "city" to the property where he lived, did it in half the time. 

He entered through the door with a jerk, drawing the attention of those present and without paying much attention, he ran to his room directly to the shower, leaving some of his tattered clothes in his way. The icy water hit him almost taking his breath away but relieved his pain a tenth. He put his hands on the wall and let it flow through every pore of his skin. He didn't realize he was moaning until his mouth felt dry.

He heard a knock on the bathroom door that he had left open, he already knew who it was.

-You found her- The wood of the door frame roared under his weight as he leaned back.

-How did you know she was my partner?- He roared with his fangs protruding from his upper lip and his eyes glowing gold.

-Don't think that I just sit at my desk to read papers and send them to you- Serguei was barely affected by his tone

-Are you okay? The way you got in, it seems that your butt had been bitten- and now the one that was missing

- Shut up Dylan- Cris let out another growl at the guardian, who stayed behind his alpha's shoulder. Although he wasn't afraid of it, he didn't want to deal with a runaway beta.

-Dylan- he heard his alpha call him -ask Louva to come up-

The wolf took the position of soldier accepting a mission and disappeared in a few seconds down the stairs.

Sergei watched his friend and although he was happy, he was envious. Not because he was now in delicious agony but because he had found his mate. He was 100 years older than him and although they could live close to 1500 years, he was not sure of finding his soul mate.

Another growl from his beta caught his attention. All the chiseled muscles of his body were drawn painfully against the skin. His long blonde hair fell in a wild and furious cascade down his back and face. Drops of blood came from the small self-inflicted wounds on his lip. The open mouth releasing every last ounce of breath and the harshly closed eyes made the alpha uneasy.

Louva arrived at that moment and entered the bathroom cautiously. He nodded to his leader and walked slowly to the long-suffering man. He said his name slowly. Right now it wasn't good to alarm him. The wolf was in command and he was more dangerous than anything. Before he could touch his shoulder, he saw how his skin began to be covered with thick brown fur. His long hair melted, his hands seemed more like claws that were embedded in the marble scratching it. His face had been disfigured into a combination that was neither male nor wolf. 

Louva approached more confident and touched his back and leaving his palm on the beast reassuring him, he was the oldest of them all at 610 years old and he knew the wild nature of his species and how to treat it. He took a small syringe out of his pocket and slowly inserted it between his neck and bare shoulder. The fur under his hand gave way until it disappeared under the slightly tanned skin of Cristian's now fully human body.

-Are you better?- Sergei finally entered the bathroom, he knew that if he had done it before, his figure of more than two meters could make his companion's wolf feel attacked.

-Do I look better?- Cristian asked ironically still holding on to the wall, dropping his head, exhausted and somewhat humiliated by his lack of control.

-Don't feel like that colleague- The albino wolf patted his forearm as if reading his thoughts- it is a behavior that males cannot avoid, it is part of our nature, it is the way your wolf has to release the anxiety of having met your partner and separating from her.

-Anxiety- he laughed skeptically -you have no idea what it feels like to barely breathe, I seriously prefer to have my whole body slit than go through it again-

-It will not happen again, it only happens once, it is the proof that you found your true partner, also I put a painkiller that will keep your wolf calm for a few hours, so take advantage and sleep but later your body will be the one that bill you.

-Speaking of the bill, the bathroom arrangement is on your own- Serguei said seriously but with a touch of joke at the end of the sentence.

The other two looked at the cracked slab under their hands. Cristian didn't even have the strength to laugh-

-Stingy-

-Louva let's go out, we are finished but he still has a matter to attend to-

-What do you mean- the older wolf raised a curious white eyebrow.

Serguei pointed his face at Cristian's crotch.

-You are right, I do not think that we are helped, for today I finish my work-

Cristian was still excited and the evidence marked in his pits was quite revealing. He didn't feel like moving, but in that situation he had no other option. He sighed loudly, pushing his hair back from his face.

-Well colleague, we leave you in privacy, you and your little friend, if you need help with something else, call us- Serguie left a towel near him.

-You can get lost - but his words vanished into thin air as it had come out closing the door behind him.

Focusing on the subject, it would be easier for him if he had someone to do his work, his partner came to mind and he hardened even more, he let out a moan, trembling slightly. Just remembering her activated every fiber in her body. He lowered a hand caressing his marked abs until he reached the fabric which he tore. He stroked himself up and down, remembering every detail of her, the way she walked, the smell of her skin.

-Damn- the words he could barely articulate, he increased the pressure and the speed looking for the glorious release that seconds later shook every part of his body. It took him longer than he expected to refocus the tiles before him and catch his breath, it had been the strongest orgasm he'd ever had in his entire life. If that was just his imagination, maybe he would die when it was for real. A smile curved his lips and he protested the pulse of pain through her bruised lip. 

Finishing the bath, he dried himself as best he could and threw himself naked on his huge bed, letting his tired and suffocated limbs rest. The image of her partner returned to his mind and his body intuitively warmed again. But he couldn't move anymore. That was going to be a difficult but delicious nap.