I suppose Journey was right. It only took how many of my club members to receive their mates before I got my own? Hell, I fucking prayed to Her as soon as it was confirmed by Grim, but now that she was here– it felt good.
I didn’t deserve this female. I knew I didn’t. I was one of the worst of all the rogues here in this club. If roles were reversed and another alpha was interviewing me to join, I’m not sure if I would be accepted.
Then again, I’m the one with the money and strength. They’d needed me.
My wolf continued to thrash against my mind. He was confused and shit, so was I. She came to us like a bat out of hell, and she had a fire in her I knew would burn me alive. She was no timid thing, that was for sure. This female would stab me in an instant, but damn, those eyes. I’d let those brown eyes do anything she wanted to me.
I’m a sucker for pain, and I bet she’d like a good hand necklace from time to time.
My wolf, becoming more anxious by the minute, needed to be calmed. I forced him to move his head to the RV and saw that she didn’t lock the door. A misstep on her part, most likely because of our presence, but fortunate for us.
I planted the idea in his head that her scent was covered in the RV, and our heart leaped as he raced toward the door, with our nose and claws tugging at the handle. It opened with ease and as we entered, we saw a neat living area. She lived here permanently, it appeared. The area was well-worn, filled with her scent that lingered and faded into the walls. Groceries sat on the counter of a small kitchen, which also had a humming refrigerator and a small dining table.
My wolf meticulously sniffed the air, his nose twitching as he absorbed the alluring aroma of tropical paradise. With each step, the room became a symphony of growls and excitement. Together, we leaped onto her bed, feeling the softness of the covers against our bodies as we playfully rolled around.
It was like drowning in her scent, drowning in her essence. My wolf nuzzled deeper into the blankets, trying to merge hisbeing with hers, trying to claim her in every way possible. I could feel his desperation, his yearning to make her his. Yet, I knew I couldn’t let him take over completely.
He was still an animal; he couldn’t rut a human.
We sat up on the bed, feeling the softness of her sheets beneath our paws. Her presence filled the room, along with her warmth. It was a stark contrast to the cold emptiness that had consumed me for so long. She had brought life back into my damned soul.
She was utterly mine, and she didn’t even know it.
When I gazed throughout the room, however, I noticed it lacked the touches of a female. Females liked to make their home theirs through decorations, pictures and small tokens, but this whole RV lacked it all. It only held necessities; blankets, clothing, food, and—ammo?
The corner table, with its worn wooden surface, was adorned with a haphazard stack of magazines, their glossy covers reflecting the dim light of the room. As our wolf approached, his sensitive nose twitched, catching a whiff of the lingering scent of gunpowder. With a sudden sneeze, he continued his investigation, his paws gently padding across the floor. Bending down, he discovered an assortment of knives; their glinting blades catching the faint glow from the nearby lamp and coils of rope, their coarse texture grazing against his fur as he brushed past.
Well, lookie here, we have a little hellcat.
My mate had some sort of agenda, or she was a freak in the bed. I wouldn’t mind; either way I think she would put up a fight. One I could perfectly put up with.
I smirked to myself, and my wolf jumped back onto the bed. He rubbed his neck into the blankets, rolling his entire body so our scent would rub off on her.
If she was staying in town, and she better fucking be, then everyone at the Iron Fang would notice my smell on her. They’d know she was mine, and they’d know I’d be coming back, soon. At least, I hoped so.
For all the fuck I knew, I may be stuck like this and never be able to shift back, but one thing was for certain. No male would ever touch her again.
She’d have to masturbate the rest of her life, while I sat there and watched from the floor. I wonder if she’d be kinky enough to let her new pet wolf watch, maybe get closer. Maybe a tiny lick?
I groaned, as I could feel my wolf’s dick becoming hard at the thought.
Humans wouldn’t care for that; she would think I was an animal. Not a shifter. She’d find it repulsive.
I couldn’t wait until I got her to trust me enough in my animal form. I wonder if she’d let me inside her home, to see her naked again? Curl up next to her?
As I settled into my seat, the soft cushion enveloping me, a sudden and distinct snap of a twig shattered the stillness outside. It wasn’t the familiar sound of a deer, or any other creature. Not even the delicate footfalls of the light-footed fae that now inhabit the distant reaches of our land.
We lay still in the bed, our heart racing as my wolf’s ears perked up at the sound. There was a human lurking outside the RV.
“Easy,”I whispered to my wolf, trying to think this through. He slowly stepped off the bed with the soft steps of his paws. Pissing in the corner to claim her bedroom would have to wait until later.
With our ears tuned in, we pinpointed the intruder’s location amidst the silence of the forest. Their stealthy footsteps echoed faintly by the crackling of pine needles and twigs beneath theirfeet. The scent of fresh pine, mingled with the earthy aroma of decaying foliage, filled our snout.
This wasn’t an ambush. They obviously could see her vehicle missing. They knew she wasn’t here. They were scouting the area, looking for ins and outs. It was the only logical reason they were here. Or maybe searching for something else?
The sun was far behind the trees, casting dark shadows over the campsite. I could see the silhouette of a figure approaching the RV, and hear their footsteps crunching on the loose twigs. The instinct to pounce rose inside me, but I fought to keep my control.
As the figure came closer to the side of the RV with no door. I saw it was a man, dressed in dark clothes and carrying a weapon. He walked with stealth, eyeing his surroundings with precision.
