Alethea
Everything around me becomes clearer and sharper with every shift of the wind.
The dull ache in my bones from the sudden transformation fades, replaced by a strength I never imagined possible. Power surges through me, awakening something deep within.
My paws press into the earth, claws sinking into the soil as I take in the overwhelming reality-I finally have my wolf. I am no longer the girl who waited too long for this moment. I am something more. My son needs me.
The thought of my son rips through me like a storm, and before I can stop myself, a loud, heart-wrenching howl escapes my throat.
The pain in that sound is indescribable, a sorrow and longing that words cannot contain.
I can hear the distant flowing river, as I make my way toward it. When I reach the water’s edge and peer into my reflection, my breath catches in my throat. I gasp in horror at the sight before me. A white wolf. Just like Selena.
I panic in fear as my senses prickle. Am I safe? I remember reading about this rare kind of wolf after meeting Selena; I had been curious, so I read all about this kind of wolf. It’s an extinct
I have been denied my wolf for too long, and now, all I want is to run. To feel the wind in my fur. To claim the freedom I have been kept from for so long.
But then-something changes.
A distinct sound vibrates through the ground, it’s steady and powerful. This isn’t just a wolf running. It’s something more. A force to be reckoned with, running with undeniable purpose.
Then it hits me-the scent. Sandalwood and pine. It fills my lungs, warm and intoxicating, it calms my heart as a deep purr rumbles in my chest as a single word sears into my mind with undeniable certainty.
Mine.
I know who it is.
Asher.
How did he find me so quickly? My pulse quickens as panic grips me. I can’t let Asher see me like this-not in my wolf form. I know our kind of wolf is supposed to be extinct, and I don’t want to do anything that could put me in more danger. It’s not that I don’t trust Asher, but I know I have to be careful.
Without a second thought, I dash into the forest, my paws pounding against the earth as I push forward with everything I have. But Asher is relentless. I can hear him behind me, his powerful strides closing the distance between us.
He’s fast-faster than I expected. Before long, he’s gaining on me. My heart pounds as I gather every ounce of strength and agility I possess, forcing myself to run faster. But just as I think I might have a chance, I feel him nudge my side.
“Please, Ally, stop. It’s dangerous here.”
His voice reaches me through the mind link, filled with worry, almost pleading. He doesn’t want me to get hurt. The desperation in his tone makes me hesitate.
I am still new to this-to shifting, to running, to being a wolf. The fear of shifting back to my human form paralyzes me for a moment, and that hesitation is all Asher needs to catch up.
He nudges me gently, and to my surprise, my wolf giggles-a soft, delighted sound that comes from deep within me. She purrs loudly, completely not bothered by his presence. She wants to be close to her mate.
Asher’s wolf lets out a low growl, a deep, rumbling sound that feels like a claim. My ears twitch, my body drawn toward him against all logic.
For once, there is no fight, no resistance. A shudder runs through me as I lean against his massive black wolf, his piercing green eyes locking onto mine.
I am spellbound.
He lowers his head, his mouth nuzzling the sensitive spot near my neck. A soft giggle escapes me as I let out another purr.
My heart calls out to him in a way I can’t explain. It must be the bond. The pull is undeniable. All I want is to be lost in his warmth, his protection.
Then, suddenly, he shifts.
One moment, he is a massive wolf; the next, he stands before me in human form, tall and powerful, his muscles flexing with every breath he takes.
Sweat glistens on his skin, his messy blond hair falling over his forehead. His green eyes burn with intensity as he takes slow, deliberate steps toward me.
“Shift,” he says softly, his voice firm yet gentle.
I take a deep breath, my body trembling as I obey. The shift happens slowly, my form changing until I stand before him-naked, vulnerable, and yet completely unafraid.
For a moment, neither of us moves. The air between us is thick with something unspoken, something raw.
Then, every instinct in me throws caution to the wind.
I rush toward him, closing the space between us in one heartbeat. My hands find his face, cupping it gently as my eyes search for him.
He stiffens under my touch, his breath hitching. My heart pounds so loudly in my chest that I can feel it in my throat.
I don’t know what this is-this overwhelming need, this magnetic pull. But right now, I don’t care.
All I know is that I’m his. And he’s mine.
My clit is dripping wet just at the sight of him. He holds the hand that was on his face, bringing it to his mouth and kissing it softly.
I can’t control the flow of emotions; all I want is his lips on mine, kissing me, stealing all my senses away. I know he feels the same way-a growl rumbles in his chest.
“Fuck it,” he mutters before smashing his lips against mine, stealing the air from my lungs.
I kiss him back with so much emotion I can’t put into words. We are both naked, and I can feel his erection pressing against my belly. I smile into the kiss, trailing my hand down his chest, over his stomach, and lower-until I reach him.
Oh, my goddess.
It bounces like it’s been waiting for my touch.
He growls again, his hands moving to my breast, stroking with a force I don’t recognize, but it sends pleasure straight to my core.
Suddenly, he releases my lips, his mouth traveling lower until it finds my breast. We are lost in each other, no longer caring that we’re out in the open for anyone to see.
The connection is breathtaking. His mouth works magic on me, and I throw my head back, pressing my breast closer to him so he can take all of me. My hands stroke him in return, matching his rhythm.
I can’t hold back any longer.
With a gasp, I jump into his arms, and he catches me with ease, holding me tightly against him. Slowly, his mouth leaves my breast as he stares into my eyes, his grip firm, unrelenting.
My heart is swimming with emotions. Having my mate this close-it’s everything. He rejected me, and yet, the bond refuses to break.
But then-suddenly-we feel it.
A presence.
We both snap our heads toward it, and the look on her face is one of pure horror.
I can’t stop myself from whispering the only thing that comes to mind.
“Holy shit.”