She waited for the hit, the viscous bite, but it never came, instead another wolf with fur as black as night brought it down before it could even get close to her. She wasn't sure who this wolf was. It had the aura of an alpha, it was strong too… it's jaw locking around the rogue's neck, not hesitating to break it. Who was...? Celeste's heart stammered in her chest when the black wolf turned to her, blood draining from its mouth. It wasn't apart of the pack, she was greatly aware of that, but it's scent made her feel rather safe than scared. Perhaps it was because it was so similar to Zillon's; freshly chopped woods and cherry blossom, or perhaps it was because it saved her just now. But why? Celeste took a step back, her feet shaky, her heart a mess. "W-Who are you?" It stepped forward, crouching down as it transformed back into its natural form. It w

Zillon stuffed his bags in the trunk, leaving it open for her to put her luggage in as he walked around to the driver's seat. Celeste strained a little, but managed to fit the suitcase inside. She adjusted it, then closed the trunk and walked around the car to the passenger seat beside his. She pulled the door open and as soon as she entered and closed it behind her, Zillon drove off.  Throughout the whole drive, he didn't say a word to her. He kept his eyes on the road and his hands on the steering wheel. It was a torture; watching him ignore her, and though it was painful, Celeste had to endure it. It was all her fault after all, if she had just ignore her restlessness and ignore the will to feel free, she'd probably be in his arms right now. But as he had ruthlessly said before they left his parents house.... 'What is done is done..." And he was right

Zillon pulled away, looking his kitten in the eyes. "I'm sorry, I really am...my anger was stemmed from the fact that you were so eager to put yourself in danger. You almost died Celeste, something could've happened to you and then what would I do? Without a mate like you, what would I do...?" "Well I...I—" "Look, until the rogue matter is through, I don't want you in the woods unless I'm there with you. You have to understand that you weren't trained to fight, there's no way for you to defend yourself...so let me be your protector... If you want to go for a run, tell me, I'm not heartless I'd let you...I'd give you anything as long as I'm in the position to do so, just tell me Celeste; you're not alone anymore, you're not unwanted... So tell me..." He brushed her hair aside, tucking the loose strands behind her ears. "You won't ever understand how frustrated I was when I couldn't find you inside that house and you

Zheme stepped through his front door in a rush. It was late, probably way pass two and unsurprisingly the inside of his house was much darker than the outside. Even still, it wasn't hard for him to find his way upstairs without having to turn on the lights. His steps took him down the hall and then stopped him right in front of Celeste's room door. Her scent was still as tempting as it was before he left; the lavender, the mint and the distant scent of her slick. It made desire boil within his deflated c*ck, undoubtedly hardening it. The patrol was so boring that his mind had been so far away from it. He couldn't stop thinking about her; how she had begged for his touch and looked him the eyes with a desperation far more greater than his. The very fact that she desired him made pride circulate through his veins as though it was blood. He was glad that he could please her enough to have her wanting hi

Celeste's legs were shaking fiercer than they ever did before, her back arched off the bed, her toes curled into the mattress. This punishment was something she detested with her whole heart and Zillon was so cruel to offer it to her.She was crying and yet he didn't seem to care...She kept begging for release and yet he kept ignoring her...Celeste felt hopeless, each thrust he made didn't hesitate to highten the fire within her, the pleasure was so much that holding back her release was close to impossible.She knew Zillon was aware of her suffering, he could hear the strain in her voice whenever she moaned his name, but it seems to him, this punishment was essential...Sure she hadn't done anything really 'wrong', but she had done what her alpha told her not to. She didn't have to, but she had craved to know what a punishment from him would be like...