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White Wolf

Dragana POV

After my events in the bathtub, I realized I had to come up with the plan to find Alpha King his mate, as quickly as possible.. The situation I was in was no longer sustainable. I could not go living like this – and I most definitely could not allow him to capture me as his breeder. Despite my obvious reaction and attraction to Roman, I rationalized that it was fantasy and my biological body response .As a virgin, untouched by a man, it was not unnatural that after 25 years of celibacy a man’s touch could get me excited or that I would seek to masturbate and envision things I rationalized.  Reality was and is that I did not want to be used and treated as trash or a breeder by anyone. The reality was that Roman needed an heir which only left me with the one option – find his mate find him his fated Queen Luna and be done with it. You have a little girl’s crush I said to myself, and you are a lonely, horny little girl, I said to myself. “Are you sure of that?” the voice said. “Yes I absolutely am – there is nothing there for me – I am not his fated mate and you know how that would turn out for me – you know that I could not keep the child, and then if the Queen Luna appears, I would have to give up my child to both of them.. Who knows if even I would survive – would he want the kid to look for me when he or she came of age? Would he simply kill me after I have completed my “duty”?”.. Shivers run down my spine and the voice was silent. She did not argue with me, did not argue the point of any kind. I did not know if she agreed with me or simply thought that the conversation on this is futile. In either case, I knew I had to put all my focus, all my magic and all my ability into finding him his fated mate – finding him happiness and purpose so that I can have mine.

I tucked in my bed with books and my spells, looking over anything that may help.. I already had an idea as to how to approach this, but it needed careful preparation, fasting and certain days of the month when moon was full were likely to be more productive. Witches bowed to the Moon Goodes as well, and we drew our power from her too. My bed was my sacred space.. A lot of times this is where most of my best work came from.. Something about it as almost being cocooned, the warmth of pillows and blankets around, magic of old spells and books.. it transcended lines and opened views I did not realize were invisible at times..

Sitting there however, I simply felt exhausted. My hands going over old pages, hundreds of years old, surprisingly in good condition. The touch of them, the old languages written in them and symbols always gave me sense of belonging.. I was happy. Happy, but tired.. Not a second later, as I drifted into deep sleep all went dark..

She was there… I seen her before in my dreams.. A gorgeous white wolf with green eyes and beautiful features.. I never knew her name even though she was in my dreams ever since I can remember.. At first sometimes, but in last few years her presence was with me every night I dreamed.. Often symbolic, sometimes our encounters turned into interactions and stories.. In looniness of my captivity and isolation within the pack, the white wolf was my refuge, my friend. I often cherished nights as it would meant I could sleep and dream.

Tonight we met at the clearing, known one, actually one close to the lake house of the pack. In the dream she was guiding me into the forest behind the main house.. I simply followed, wondering what is happening as the dreams with her have not always been like this.. As we moved deeper into the trees, I noticed different colors, images and smells started appearing.. This was not just woods, this was not just a dream - this was something else..

I heard them before I could see them.. Two wolf cubs, snuggled and playing together at the same time, a boy and a girl.. Somehow, I knew them… I tried to go closer but somehow they did not see me, as if the world of their own.. She kissed on them lovingly and then continued prancing about.. Flowers of red and white were everywhere.. Gorgeous smell of roses, intoxicating peonies.. And a strong smell of sandalwood and vanilla coming from a left side.. As I turned I saw the gorgeous silver wolf standing above on the meadow… The white wolf pranced up to him, and touched his head, snuggling.. The realization dawned on me – they were mates..

Sound of door pounding woke me up.. Waking up groggy I was happy for my friend.. She showed me her mate and her children – her family.

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