Minutes later, with some form of control reinstated, he tried to survey his situation rationally.
He has found his mate and she is dying. And she is non-changeling.
Memories filled his head of a time he wishes never to remember ever again. After all these years, the pain is still deeply ingrained in him. The reason why his mountain lion is more feral than any other changeling's in Naturiah and his wolf is the most séxually insatiable, rough, and fierce.
How does he handle this? Can he handle this?
A few minutes later, he came out expecting to see her sleeping because of the silence of the bedroom, but she was awake. She smirked at the sight of him. "You are back."
"I do not have the intentions of taking a mate or having a child, least of all not a non-changeling mate because I have no liking for them, and most especially, not one who's drunk, sassy, and a trouble magnet." The woman is the complete opposite of him.
Ismena isn't understanding half of the words coming out of the man's mouth. "Can you at least speak English?" She slurred.
"You are very drunk, you will pass out here. Once you go to sleep and wake up late tomorrow morning. I will inform Cronus, Josiah, and Alphose to check you out for compatibility." But even without the snarl from his wolf, he knows it's a futile attempt. The woman is his mate.
"Check me out?" snorts, "Ain't a damn piece of meat, big guy." Hiccups, "Don't tell me you want to sell me to these men? Amma veeeery veeeery tough girl. Will beat them up and run away."
"Like you did tonight?" He remembered her attacker's broken hand, and the other man was wobbling slightly on his feet. Definitely a tough female.
The wolf approved too, his mountain lion roared again. He gritted his teeth.
"Yeah, yeah. Thank you for saving my life, bud."
"After tonight, we will not be seeing each other again. Our paths will not cross again." That is the best way to handle this, by making sure they do not cross paths again. He will make sure of that.
Does the man know he is pacing the floor in that slow, steady steps of his? Her eyes watched him like a hawk. Bidding her time... Waiting...
He reached the foot of her bed, she rose suddenly, grabbed hold of his arm, and tugged again. Hard.
He didn't move an inch. Instead, he arched his brow at her. "What do you think you're doing?"
"My dark knight in frowning armor," Her pink tongue darted out and licked her lips, "What do you say, we have séx? Right now?"
The proposition so unexpected threw him off guard. The control he managed to hold onto slipped from his fingers, and he found himself battling waves of séxual urges.
His other halves—including the mountain lion—are definitely on board with the proposition, they are battling him fiercely.
With him thrown off-guard, she rose slightly, grabbed hold of his arm, and tugged hard. He fell on top of her again, breaking his fall just like the first time.
"Yay!!" She screamed in victory. Arms and legs shot out, wrapped around him again, and squeeeeeeeeeezed, doing her best to hold him captive. "So, what's it gonna be, Big Bad Wolfe? We having séx? Let's light this bed on fire!"
"Damn it, female!" He growled as he suddenly found himself surrounded by femininity and softness so intoxicating, he díck thickened and hardened.
His claws slipped out, his eyes turned from blue to amber-gold—the eye of the wolf. Shit, his wolf is so close to the surface.
Dang, the man is huge but he feels heavenly. Ismena giggled, staring up at him, "What is it, Frown Face? You have gone all stiff on me," she needs to see him a little bit clearer though, her eyes all blurry.
"Don't. You. Dare. Move." With a slight movement from her, her lower body will connect with his and he has the feeling that the last shred of his control will be shot to dust.
She froze instantly, "Oops, that was terrifying as fúck. Do you go around scaring children like that?"
Head lowered further, he swiped his tongue to her neck.
"Mmh, I like, I like, do that again. You say to stop, yet you lick my neck." Soft fingers rubbed his muscled arm, "If that isn't mixed signals, I don't know what is, Big Bad Wolfe."
He blinked his eyes closed and tried to shave off the cougar's basic instincts to kill and destroy and the wolf's basic instincts to take, to fúck, to dominate.
The female is already standing at death's door. If I put my hands on her, I'll be shoving her through that door faster than lightning, so get the fúck down, he barked to his other half.
Not that he ever has the intention of fúcking the female even if she isn't at death's door because she's drunk and drugged. Most especially, she is human.
"Can't I move...? At least a little?" She pouted, "I've got an inch that needs to be scratched."
"You can't." He barked.
"Oops, I almost died!" She stilled again, cringing at the bark, and anger in his voice. Wait, is there lust there too?
Wolfariane's harsh breathing filled the air. It took longer than necessary before he was able to get himself under control. When he did, he carefully extracted himself from her.
But, not before she saw...
Ismena's eyes widened to round saucers, "Please tell me that THAT isn't what I think it is?" She pointed at the part of him in his pants that has thickened in fierce arousal.He ignored her, pulling himself away from her completely, and rose to his feet.
"Holy waters...!" She swallowed, "Never knew your gender can park something that size!"
"I am not a human male, female."
She scoffed, "Yeah right. So what are you? A rat male?"
He looked absolutely insulted. "A rat male is no predator and no comparison."
Ismena just shook her head, her eyes still on THAT part of him, "Mehn-Oh-Mehn, this is huge. Bet, it will be a work of art too. Take off your clothes, let me see—"
The screeching of a cell phone suddenly exploded in the air. Wolfariane was all too happy to reach into his pocket and withdraw his cell phone, to see Alphose number appearing on the screen.
"Stay right here." Command thrown out, he picked up the call, placed it to his ear, and walked back to the bathroom.
"Yes sir!" Ismena saluted his back as he walked away.
In the bathroom, Wolfariane listened while Alphose explained the reasons why he wasn't able to arrive at the club on time, the problems he encountered with Josiah, and how solving them is taking up most of his time.
"Once I'm done, I will be on my way to the nightclub. I apologize once again, Alpha King—"
"I understand you, Alphose. But do not come to the nightclub for I am not there anymore." He stated.
"Oh, okay. Where are you? I will meet you there as soon as I can."
Wolfariane took two steps to the door of the bathroom and looked into the bedroom. Ismena has passed out cold on the bed, sound asleep. "Meet me in Naturiah."
Alphose was too stunned at the other end of the line to speak. When he did, he cleared his throat, "In our land?"
"Yes."
"But, we haven't finished with the businesses we have here in the non-changeling world." His bafflement was clear.
"We will come back, but I need to go back." His eyes remained on the female, "I am too out of control to remain here." He admitted at last.
"You?" Alphose wasn't expecting that. Wolfariane is the most controlled changeling in Naturiah, "Did something happen?"
"It is a long story. You can take the next available flight to our borders, but I'll take a run. You can meet me at my home."
"You'll run all the way home? That bad?" Worry dripped from Alphose's voice.
"That bad."
"Which one? The wolf or the cougar?"
"Both. For different reasons." Wolfariane replied simply, "If I don't return, I will be hurting non-changelings." Or one female in particular. He left that part unsaid.
"Of course, Alpha King. I understand. I will meet you in Naturiah as quick as I can."
Wolfariane hung up the phone and stepped further into the bedroom, staring at the woman curled into herself on the bed. Sound asleep, she looks smaller, her features delicate and relaxed like a child's.
But, there's nothing childlike about her lush curvy body and her drunk personality. She is too beautiful. His mate.
His brows furrowed, and his head narrowed to the side. His attraction for the woman is too strong, the best way to avoid her is never to cross paths with her again.
Then, he turned and strutted out of the bedroom.
Ismena woke up early the next morning with a clanging headache. "Awwggh," she moaned, palming her banging head.Where am I? The events of the night before filled her head, most of them anyway. Those men had tried to rape her, and she was rescued by—Big Bad Wolfe! Where is he?Eyes darted around the empty bedroom. He's gone. Did he...?Eyes darted to her body. Nope, he didn't take advantage of her. Then, other memories came rushing in; the way she'd forced him to save her, he'd carried her out of the nightclub and brought her here. She'd propositioned him for séx!"Unholy pants, did I really do that!?" She cringed, horrified as more memories pricked her clanging head. "Oh, my... What the hell did I do?"Shit, she's the one that almost took advantage of the man. Bad Ismena, very bad girl.Rising from the bed, she reached for the room phone and ordered some hangover tea. She's feeling surprisingly good this morning, too good. Wasn't her chest burning the night before? Her meds have fi
Eighteen years ago...UNKNOWN LABORATORY IN AMERICA🌺"Inject him again." A cold voice."Not again, Dr. Angor. I t-think he'll d-die at this rate. Number 10 and Number 12 died this afternoon." A nervous male voice. "Weaklings! All of them!" Dr. Angor thundered angrily. "That's how many? Thirteen this week?""Fifteen." Hector's nervous voice came again."Animals!" He thundered again. Then, he turned and faced a particular 'cage'. A huge wolf lay behind the iron bars glaring at him with so much rage, Dr. Angor will not stand in front of 'it' if not for the unbreakable bars that separated them. "I have my eyes on this one now. He is my only hope.""Number 6!?" Hector shrieked, swallowing tightly."Yes. You'd better be giving me positive results on this one, Hector. He is the strongest of them all. Focus all your experiments on him." Dr. Angor ordered.Hector glanced at the feral wolf, fear filled him. Just the size of the wolf is terrifying, and the boy is only fifteen years old. He kno
This ring belongs to Big Bad Wolfe."Ohmigod, Ohmijesus, Ohmimary!" Ismena bent down and picked up the ring again, and the pearl that fell out of it. She put the pearl in her pocket and stared at the ring in total horror.What to do, what to do, what to do??"Is anything the matter?" The pawnbroker asked again in concern.She ignored him, talking to herself. "Oh, Ismena, it's just like you to steal from someone that saved your life! Heavens, and this looks very expensive. What of its very valuable to him? What if he starts looking for you?" Vividly, she can still remember Big Bad Wolfe from the night before. That man that looks like he eats bones for breakfast and drinks blood when he's thirsty, will definitely dismember her; chew on her flesh and use her hair for a hand fan.The images she created in her head made her shiver. She shook her head vigorously to banish them. "No, no, no, let's rationalize this.""First of all, I didn't know that it was his ring; I thought it belonged to
As the sun goes down, the early evening came with fresh air that is very refreshing. Wolfariane walked out of his tower into the wild zone that is the heart of Naturiah.He favored a good walk on a nice evening, to clear his mind a bit before he goes hunting.Passing packmate homes and dwellings which give way to trailing edges of the forests and walking through the woods, he isn't surprised to see so many young children goofing around; laughing, and playing chase.Some of them were in their animal forms. Kittens, puppies, and cubs chased each other while screaming loudly, some of them were fighting and scratching each other. When a certain group of cubs saw him, they ran toward him with joy and excitement."Alpha King!" The boys shrieked as they flooded him while the cubs reached him faster because they are in their animal form, and threw themselves at him.He caught as few as he could, while the others climbed his body. Some held on to any part of his evening garment they could grab
Wolfariane Daminor Throne picked the man up and threw him away. He landed flat on his back on the cold pavement and passed out cold. In a dark empty alley, he stood alone once again, barely holding himself from roaring to the sky. His ring is not with this man, Ethan. He'd hunted those two men—Aiden and Ethan—that attacked the woman in the restroom but the nightclub, but they are not in possession of his ring. It had taken a lot of convincing for them to get him to believe that they aren't with his ring. He'd believed them too because the wolf couldn't smell it on them. That leaves one last person. The female. His mate. She is the one that stole his ring. Damned female! The basic rules which keep the changelings in check in the non-changeling world stopped him from shifting forms and letting the wolf hunt her down. Rules he helped create. So, instead, he closed his eyes and allowed the memories of three nights ago to wash over him. He recalled her scent—her main unique scent tha
A week later...~NORMAN CITY, OKLAHOMA.~Naturiah's Agricultural And Livestock Company. NAALC.Ismena stood at the clearing of the huge familiar skyscraper of her workplace, staring at the abbreviation of the company, written in bold letters at the very top of it. A very famous and successful company that has branches scattered all over the world, Ismena can still remember feeling like the happiest woman in the world when NAALC accepted her job application seven years ago. It was a dream come true.She'd applied for it and several other lower agricultural companies, all her hope had been in the lower companies, but when the most successful agricultural company in the world accepted her job application and gave her an interview appointment with the company, she walked into the cloud all day long. All these years, she never regretted her job. Not even when it swallowed all her time, giving her little to no time for boys, fun, and relationships. Not even with her direct boss, Mr. Macdo
🌺NORMAN CITY, OKLAHOMA🌺It was late evening when Ismena got home with a wild smile on her face and threw herself on her sofa. She can still remember the look on Henry Macdonald's plump face when she'd called him an àsshole."You're fired, do you hear me, Cranes!? You are fired!" He'd shouted behind the door after she walked out.She'd opened the door, stuck her head back in, and shouted, "Doesn't make you any less of an àsshole, does it?" She'd accompanied her words with a sweet smile she knows he hated so much before she closed the door to his angry face and walked away.Now, she relaxed back on the sofa. Aah, what a sweet day. Her cell phone rang, and she picked it up. "Sandra!""Don't sound so excited, you wicked witch! So, you're back in Oklahoma but you didn't say anything to me!? Are we even friends at all!?" Sandra screamed in her ear.Ismena winced, "I'm sorry, so sorry, Sandy. I've been meaning to call you, seriously...""When!? I heard it's been a week, you witch!""Uhm, h
A blush crept to her cheeks like he just reminded her what she momentarily forgot. "Look, I really didn't mean to steal it. If you'll just turn a blind eye to it. You're a rich man and all that. Or, if you'll just let me go, just this once, I will—""You will do what?" The groan was to her ear. His upper body pressed her deeper into the wall. Suddenly, he needed more of her scent in his system. He inhaled deeply.He's sniffing her neck! "I'll most definitely not steal again, that I can assure you." She squeaked. Does he wanna eat her up!? Sure looks like he's playing with his meal. A shiver worked down her spine.Yet, she couldn't resist rubbing her aching breasts to his chest, seeking any kind of relief from this hunger that only increases."Stop that." He growled the command through gritted teeth.She stared up at him and blinked innocently, "Stop what?"A pause. A harder scowl. "Do you know what smells better than fear?"She has no idea what he means, but she managed to squeak, "W