Authors: Ava Frost
He met her gaze and he saw the same desire that flooded through his veins, behind the veil of trepidation. Between her whispered outcries of pleasure and his grunts and groans he captured her mouth again, and kissed her fiercely. An indescribable sensation jolted him as her body started to tremble and her walls tightened around his cock. There was no space between them, only the heat from their bodies and then a surge of something he had never experienced, rocked through his entire being. Suddenly he could hear her voice in his head, like encrypted code being deciphered, their minds collided telepathically.
“Mine,”
his wolf cried out
“Not even if the world had to end,”
hers responded
“Forever.”
“Never.”
And as their minds fought they both reached the summit of pleasure. Lorelai cried out in ecstasy, her body convulsed with pleasure, as Dominic flooded her with his essence, branding her, for life.
“Mine,”
his wolf howled again.
“Forever,”
her wolf responded.
“Get off of me, we’re done,” she said and shoved him away from her. “You own me now.”
Dominic rolled over unto his back and rubbed his hand down over his face. His body still blazing with the aftermath of his release, and although Lorelai’s mask of indifference once again cloaked her, he knew it won’t be long before she softened to the idea of being his mate.
Chapter 6
“Shovel today's challenges for your tomorrow's freedom.”
― Aniekee Tochukwu Ezekiel
Lorelai’s mother had left a bag with her clothes at the door to the cabin, and the fact that her mother may have overheard the whole escapade the night before mortified her. But then again, her mother was the one who told her to get it over and done with. She was the one who promised her that once they have completed their union, things will get better, but it was a lie. Call it stubbornness, but she still hated the fact that she was forced into the union. She couldn’t give a shit if her body yearned for more, or if her heart now beat in synchronized rhythm with Dominic’s, she still wanted her freedom.
“Lorelai, we’re leaving,”
she heard Dominic drilling into her mind. Not only was she his mate now, she was going to have to endure his constant jibber jabber, and she was already considering a witch hunt, hoping to find one who would be able to sever the bond between them.
“I’ll leave when I’m ready,”
she thought back at him and then turned her iPod on full blast, if she was going to have to use music to drown him out, she was about to be the most dedicated Slip Knot fan this side of the hemisphere.
*******
A week later, they arrived in Monterey, Virginia, miles away from home. Lorelai missed her pack even though she couldn’t forgive her parents for giving her away like a disposable object. But the more time she spent with Dominic’s pack the more she discovered similarities between them. And the more she started to wonder why there was a separation between the packs in the first place.
She remembered being raised believing that the Southern packs were the sworn enemies, yet here she was amongst them. With the exception of one or two members, the others were very welcoming and accepting of her presence. She still however refused to give into the feelings that slowly started to surface towards Dominic.
Unlike her pack, who had to live in the shadows of some ghost town, the Silver Fangs basically owned the town; the entire population of Monterey was werewolves, who created a sustainable life without being hunted. The only logical explanation for this was that they were superb at hiding who they really were.
“So this is where you all live?” she asked curiously as she took in the sites around her.
“Yeah, pretty much. It’s convenient getting to hide in plain sight,” he said as he led her to his home, “every now and again we do get nosy people who try to dig up the truth, but thankfully they haven’t succeeded so far.”
The door opened and he leaned in and kissed the older woman on her cheek.
“Mother, this is Lorelai,” he introduced her.
The older woman looked past him at her, “Hello Lorelai, I’m Elvira. So you’re Marcus’ daughter?” she asked inquisitively.
“Yes, I am,” she replied, “Do you know him?”
The woman stilled and nodded once, and without a word she turned and headed back into the house. Dominic glanced at her,
I have no idea how she knows him.
Sure you don’t, just like you failed to tell me yourself that you wanted me as your mate.
She thought to him.
That was different,
he defended.
Whatever.
“Come, I’ll show you our room and you can freshen up,” Dominic said and headed inside.
“I’m sorry, not to be rude or anything, but I’m not sharing a room with you,” she said flatly.
“Beggars can’t be choosers’ sweetheart, so I suggest you get acquainted with the house and your sleeping arrangements. The floor is big if you insist.”
Great, Mr. Dickhead is back,
she thought as she entered the house.
“I suggest you keep your thoughts to yourself, your thoughts are no longer yours,” he said, giving her a cautioning look and she was tempted to retaliate and give him her best shot, but for some reason her wolf submitted to his authority.
“You have to learn to control your anger. I know it’s not the best of situations, but this is bigger than just you. This union is the only way your father’s pack would have access to the south.”
Lorelai understood that, and although she hated being here, thousands of miles away from her home, she also knew the consequences of her actions if she was to disobey her alpha. If there was one common law amongst wolves, it was the fact that no matter what pack you found yourself in, the alpha was ultimately the ruler. And anyone who opposed him would have to fight to the death. Winner takes all.
Later that evening, she found herself in a barnyard hoedown, where everyone celebrated the pack’s return. She wasn’t use to such festivities, and found it overwhelming. While Dominic mingled with his pack, she sat at a corner table eyeing the stale looking corndogs. She was in way over her head, and after several people came and introduced themselves all she wanted was to hide in some deserted corner away from the world.
“So how is Marcus these days?” Dominic’s mother asked as she came to sit next to her.
“He was fine the last time I saw him,” she said, curious as to how Elvira knew her dad, “How do you know him?”
Elvira had a far off look in her eyes as she looked over to the stage where her son, as always, played the guitar and sang. “I used to know him very well when I was younger. I wasn’t always with the Silver Wolves.”
That came as a surprise, Lorelai thought as she shifted in her chair, “Where were you before the Silver Wolves?”
“It’s a long story, perhaps another time. So how are you settling in?”
Okay then, I’ll have to figure this out myself.
“It’s a nice place, not at all what I expected,” she said quietly and took a sip of her drink, “The pack seems to have accepted me without question.”
Elvira laughed softly and took her drink from her, “They really have no choice, if they dare oppose the alpha’s choice of a mate, they will be banished from the pack.”
Stunned when Elvira took her drink and downed it on her behalf, she sat back folding her arms, “That’s comforting to know.”
She looked over to where Dominic stood playing his guitar. She remembered the night she saw him at Rustic Shed while singing and staring straight at her. The memory evoked a chain reaction. Her body yearned for his, her inner wolf was howling for attention and this time she didn’t feel the need to suppress it. Instead she tried to allow herself to bring down her own fallible defenses.
When she first saw him she thought he was hot, his smile was captivating, but more so, she wondered how his hands would feel strumming every inch of her body the way he strummed that guitar. How he would strike chords that made her senses sing in harmony. If only it stopped there. Had her father not promised her to him without her consent she wouldn’t have felt so betrayed. She shoved her chair back and excused herself from Elvira then made her way outside, desperate for a breath of fresh air.
Chapter 7
“Leadership is not about titles, positions or flowcharts. It is about one life influencing another.”
― John C. Maxwell
Dominic could feel her slipping further away as he stood on the stage and although he wanted to give her the space she needed to get accustomed to their ways, his wolf whined to go find her. He finished the song he was playing and then went outside. The waning moon hung low in the sky, casting a yellow light through the leafless trees that stood tall above the undergrowth, he could sense her somewhere in the woods. His wolf and human alter ego once again in a struggle against what they wanted and what they needed. Finally he could stand it no more.
“Lorelai, you’re going too far. Stay near the pack,”
he tried to communicate to her, but she was silent. Although he could sense her; he knew shew as ignoring him.
He tried again, “
Do not wander too far off.”
He stood as the deafening silence wrapped around him, and then frustratingly kicked at the ground. She was deliberately disobeying him, and her insubordination will be noticed by all the others, and sooner or later he’ll be seen as a weak leader. As much as it grated him that his feelings and emotions had to pivot around that of his pack, he knew he had no choice.
“She’s carrying your child,” his mother said as she came to stand beside him, and he whipped his head around to look at her.
“She’s what? How do you know?” he asked in shock, we’ve only…
“Only done it once, I know. But once is all it takes for the alpha. You have to go find her and bring her back. And also tell her to stop drinking alcohol,” his mother scolded.
He looked towards the woods, raised his nose into the air to try and catch her scent to see which direction she went. Soon enough he detected it and sprinted across the open field towards the line of trees. As he reached the cover of the underbrush his wolf bared forward. He gritted his teeth as his body twisted and contorted and bone shattering sounds silenced the creatures that lived in the woods. Fur began to sprout over his body and his arms and legs elongated while his hands swelled and knotted, forming paws. He landed firmly on the ground and dug his paws into the soft ground, then raised his head and howled, sending birds ascending into the sky in all directions.
Lorelai heard her alpha, and she cursed inwardly, in her wolf form she was in no position to avoid him, but in her human form she will never be able to outrun him. Not that she was trying to get away, she just needed some space. She had no choice, and as she set of she too shifted in her wolf form and ran as fast as her legs would carry her.
With him being downwind, there was no way she could pick up on his scent. She flicked her ears backwards and tilted her snout into the air. She could hear the crunching of leaves and branches as he drew near, and she quickly ran in the opposite direction. She had to try and get downwind, to have an advantage over him.
“Why can’t you just leave me alone? I’ve given what you wanted!”
she growled mentally at him.
“You wanted it too. As far as I remember you were soaking wet and desperate for some action, just as I was.”
He countered.
“You seduced me! My body does not do what my mind tells it to do,”
she bit angrily and as he leapt out behind a bush, flying through the air straight at her she leapt out of the way.
It was the first time she saw Dominic in his wolf form, unlike the wolves from the north, he had rounded ears. His underbelly was cream colored and his mottled dark brown fur lay thickly across his body. The dark patches of fur around his eyes accentuated his ice blue eyes.
“You wanted to be seduced.”
he stated matter-of-factly.
She snarled at him as they circled each other, their teeth bared and their ears drawn flat against their heads. She waited for Dominic to launch at her, but he didn’t. And if he wasn’t going to attack then she was. She growled and launched herself at him with a vengeance.
Dominic was up on his hind legs just as Lorelai crashed into him, using his legs he shoved her up and away from him.
She had a grayish brown coat, which was distinctly different from his; it was a mix between cinnamon and brown with a black tipped tail, exactly the same as her hair, cinnamon with black ends, that usually hung loosely over her shoulders. Her eye color was also more intense in her wolf form, but then that could be pointed hatred he saw.
He padded closer to her,
“Don’t do this.”
“Do what, show everyone what a weak man you are?”
she growled in her mind, and flinched as she felt the emotional hurt she inflicted on him, sear her.
Dominic had no option; his omega was out of control. She defied him around every bend, making him look like a complete idiot and a weak leader in front of his pack. What made it even worse was that she was pregnant, and she didn’t know it. He had to up his game and put his foot down once and for all, before she completely got out of hand.