“In here,” Carrie shouted from her walk-in closet when she heard her door open and close.Briefly, her eyes darted at the clock on her wall. 3 PM. Still early for Greg to pick her up. It must be Winona. The Beta had been in and out of her house these days, helping her choose her outfit and jewelry for the dinner.They’ve chosen an exceptional dress from her mom’s wardrobe and two other extras just in case.Carrie returned her focus to the mirror, checking whether her dusting powder was reaching all the required spots. Being presentable didn’t end with looking good. She wanted to smell decent as well. At the very least, cover her intimidation when she stepped into the den of wolves.The powder was packed with fragrance essence and scent suppressors. Carrie would be surrounded by a bunch of Alphas and Lunas. The thought alone unnerved her, she didn’t want to risk letting know how threatened she was.“Hey there,” a low voice said behind her, accompanying the tentative knock.From the mir
The water trickled slowly into the tub. Carrie applied a thick mask on her face for hydration, watching from the mirror as the stream began to rise, curling in delicate wisps. When the mirror finally blurred, she turned the tap off.The water was warm, perfect for a long soak.It was still midday, and after successfully chasing her mate out of her house, Carrie decided it was time for self-care. She was planning on submerging herself in the water, pampering her skin appropriately for the occasion.From the rack beside the tub, she took the basket full of her bath goodies and laced the water with lavender oil. The steam started to smell more divine—floral, warm, and slightly medicinal. It reminded her of the bath her mother liked to draw. Rose petals would float lazily across the surface, drifting with the motion of her limbs as she settled in. Her mother said keeping your body soft was as important as keeping your face wrinkle-free, and she indulged in a proper pamper day every two we
He groped her breast, feeling her light pink nipple in his palm as he squeezed her erogenous flesh. Carrie’s grip on his shoulder tightened, his scent influencing her rational mind. Without thinking, she brought her hand up and around the back of his neck, gripping it slightly and bringing him forward, towards her.The act had been so familiar that when her lips met, it felt as if they belonged there.His lips felt wonderful, sweet, and teasing. Greg’s hand wandered her body, his touch bold but relaxed. He knew exactly how to tease her, how to reel her in, make her want more.Carrie moaned softly as he parted her lips with his and slipped his tongue into her mouth, brushing it against her own. At the same time, his finger flicked over the soft fabric of her panties, exactly over her clit.She moaned, deepening the kiss and letting their tongues intertwine. His touch was magical. Carrie couldn’t help but grind on the Alpha’s hand, making sure he knew how wet he was making her.Greg r
Indeed, after an hour, Winona showed up at her door, giddy like a girl doing trick or treat. As soon as Carrie opened the door, her friend pierced her with a sharp look.“Show it to me,” she demanded.All Carrie could do was stand as the Beta swept her hair away from her neck and examine her. Winona winced at the sight of her bruise.“Damn, that looks deep,” she grimaced. “Does it hurt?”Carrie simply shrugged.It was painful, yes. More painful than her previous mark. That had been arbitrary. Greg’s mark went deep as if he had been lost in the act, his hunger taking over his practical judgment. That very thought was enough to ease the throbbing pain she still endured until now.Besides, the pain was a good reminder of how loved she was.She was marked, claimed by such a great Alpha who accepted her and fought for her, and loved her. She could endure all the pain in the world if that meant being with the Alpha whom she loved and loved her in return.Greg carried marks from Carrie as we
Carrie paused in the hallway, one foot just about to step into the threshold of the kitchen. She inhaled to take in the warm and heavy scent of garlic mixed with the meaty aroma of lamb that had been slow-cooked for hours. There was rosemary too, she caught a trace of it. Closing her eyes, she imagined how tender the meat would be, how seamlessly it could fall off the bone. Her stomach growled at the mere thought of dinner.But what really made Carrie's mouth water was the distinct scent of her Alpha’s pheromones. A scent she had grown more addicted to over the past couple of days. It drew her in like a siren song.She breathed in, slow and greedy, and the scent wrapped itself around her chest. It smelled like desire and comfort and care and promise. A promise to Carrie.Greg waltzed around the kitchen, whisk in hand, naked except for his boxers. He was facing the sink, away from Carrie. His broad, muscular back flexed a little as he did whatever he was doing.The sound of metal clink
The streetlight outside Carrie’s house cast a faint light inside the room, just enough for Greg to make out the frame of her face, her long lashes, the cute knob of her nose, the sharpness of her cheekbones, her plump swollen lips. She looked beautiful even in her sleep.Suddenly, Greg was back to the first night they spent together.Carrie had fallen asleep then, tired from the vigorous fucking but completely peaceful in her slumber. Now, she slept, nestled comfortably in his arms. He was hit by a great nostalgia at how similar the moments were. Except now, they had bonded. Not only did the two of them come together to mate, she wore his mark by the end of it.As if possessed, his hand darted to her neck, over the bruised skin where his teeth sank just an hour ago. He touched the swollen gland but quickly pulled back when his Omega shifted.Greg held his breath. He didn’t want to bother her sleep, knowing how taxing a mating bond could be to the receiving end. Luckily, his mate didn’