All Chapters of Heat and Rut (Werewolf Erotica Compilation) : Chapter 21 - Chapter 30

I could feel him, like he was part of me now, and my wolf was calm for the first time. But I knew it was risky—he was my teacher, and I hadn’t shifted yet. I thought he’d feel the same, that he’d want me too. After an afternoon class a few days later, my heart started racing, hoping he’d say something about the bond. Instead, he didn’t even look at me. His voice was cold as he gave instructions, and when class ended, he said, “Micca, stay behind.” Lila nudged me as she grabbed her bag. “Again?” she said, her eyes wide. “What’s with you and him? The last time he said you should follow him to his office.” “It’s nothing,” I said, my stomach flipping. “Probably about my focus or something.” “Uh-huh,” Lila said, smirking. “You’re blushing already. If you say so. I'll hold you to your word. See you later.” “Sure,” I said, but I was nervous. I waited by my desk as everyone left, and Berlin shut the door. He turned to me, his face hard, and my wolf whimpered inside me. Something was wr

Berlin's Pov I couldn’t think straight anymore. Micca’s teasing had been going on for weeks, and it was killing me. Every time she brushed against me in the hall, moaned soft in my ear, or stroked my cock until I was about to come, then ran away, it left me aching. My wolf was obsessed, growling for her constantly. I tried to ignore it, to be the strict teacher, but my body wouldn’t let me. I couldn’t focus in class, couldn’t sleep, couldn’t even look at other omegas. I tried once, pulling that teacher into my washroom again, but my cock wouldn’t get hard for her. “What’s wrong?” she said, rubbing me. “Nothing,” I lied, pushing her away. “Get out.” It was Micca or no one. My body rejected everyone else, and it was driving me insane. In class, I’d see her in the front, her skirt short, her top tight, and my cock would throb. “Micca, pay attention,” I’d say, but my voice shook. She’d smile, spreading her legs a little, and I’d groan inside. After class one day, she waited again.

Gazzy’s PovI was walking through the woods near the pack border, trying to clear my head after a long day of training. The air was cool, and I needed to be alone. Zion had been a pain again, tripping me during drills, laughing when I fell. “Clumsy omega,” he’d said, his friends snickering. I hated him. He’d bullied me since we were kids, always picking on me, calling me names, making my life hell. I was nineteen now, ready to shift soon, and I couldn’t wait to show him up.Then I smelled it. A strong scent, like pine and smoke, hits me hard. My body tingled, my wolf stirring inside even though I hadn’t shifted yet. “What’s that?” I said to myself, stopping. My heart raced, and my pussy got wet for no reason. I felt pulled toward the border, like I had to go there.I crept closer, hiding behind a tree, and saw him. Zion, standing with his back to me, was talking to one of his pack members. The scent was coming from him. My mate scent. No. It couldn’t be. “Oh no,” I whispered, my stom

Zion's Pov I was furious when Gazzy begged me to reject her. How dare she? The bond was sacred, and she treated it like trash. My wolf raged inside, seeing her words as an insult, a threat. “She’s mine,” I growled to myself, storming through the woods after training. She ran off crying, but I wasn’t letting this go. I needed advice. I went to my friends, Jax and Milo, at the pack house. When I burst through the door, they were in the middle of eating some leftovers from dinner, laughing about something dumb one of the younger pack members had done during drills. Jax looked up first, his fork halfway to his mouth, and his smile faded when he saw my face. “Zion, man, what’s wrong with you? You look like you’re ready to rip someone’s head off. Sit down and tell us what happened.” I slammed the door behind me and dropped into the chair across from them, my whole body tense. “It’s Gazzy,” I said, my voice coming out rough and angry. “She’s my mate. The bond hit me like a truc

Gazzy’s Pov The temporary mark faded one morning while I was still in Zion's bed. I woke up and felt different right away. The need for him was gone, the happiness too. All the anger and humiliation crashed back like a wave hitting me hard. My real feelings returned full force. I remembered everything from the past days, how I acted, how I begged, how I said I loved him. It made me sick, heartbreak mixed with rage. "What happened," I said to myself, sitting up fast. Zion was asleep next to me. I stared at him and wanted to scream. I got out of bed quietly, found my clothes scattered on the floor, and put them on. My hands shook. "He did this," I whispered. "The mark made me like that." The bond's fake dependency was over. I was me again, the girl who had hated him since we were kids. Zion stirred and opened his eyes. "Gazzy," he said, smiling sleepily. "Come back to bed." "No," I said, my voice sharp. "The mark is gone. I feel it." His smile faded, and he sat up. "What do you