Chapter Seven

Ashanti

Tonight was one of those nights where my wolf refused to align with me. Instead, it tormented me to the point that I lost my spatial movements. A burning sensation like fire hit my chest.

My breathing became shallow and rapid as I struggled to catch my breath, and tears welled up in my eyes, threatening to spill over.

"Bea, please stop," I pleaded to my wolf, leaning against the wall for support. "I'm tired of having sex with random men, and even if I had the means to do so, we have found our mate and the urge for other men has evaporated."

"I want him," Bea howled while my body quaked with the force of held-in pain. My fingernails bit into my palm so I could focus on the pain instead. "I want to fuck my mate. Get him for me!”

"Selfish bastard," I said out loud. "Sometimes I feel like ripping you away from me and leaving you to die."

"If wishes were horses," Bea mocked.

The full moon was just around the corner, and Bea was itching to break free, causing a mania that I co