Chapter 143: BONUS CH. 3 - REGANT MOUNTAIN III

-CLEO’S POV*

Surprisingly, Gamma Blayne behaved for the rest of the evening. We held a bonfire and ate around the flickering embers as the flame crackled. Exactly opposite from me, he sat with his men. Lust-filled brown eyes met my death glares, wanting to drown him in my deep sea-green.

“My warriors require a full meal. This is insufficient for us.” Gamma Blayne groused while side-glancing at me.

“Make do with it. We eat in rations.” I snapped, my heart beat out of my chest. He had that effect on me.

“We are guests. Shouldn’t we get preferential treatment?” He challenged in a deep baritone that was calming and sexy.

I knew that he was aiming to get under my skin. He sought my attention any way that he could get it. This man was so powerful, dangerous, and unbelievably handsome. As the third-strongest werewolf in the world, the drawback of him was being cruel, ruthless, and deadly. Oh, suffocating and annoying should be added to the description.

“No one is higher than the other. We are all equals here.” I stifled my grin when I saw the displeasure on his face. We believed in equality. Once you were among us, you became one of us. No royals existed here. Though they looked to me as their leader, I did not see myself as superior to anyone.

Ungratefully, Gamma Blayne picked up the pork cuttings and stuffed them into his mouth, chewing sloppily to irritate me. Ignoring him, I gazed at the twinkling stars in the dark sky.

Earlier today, my wolf bristled when those females crowded him. I should have killed him for hurting Pasco. It’s absolutely ridiculous that he thinks that he owns me. Everyone in the werewolf realm knows about the famous royal trio. Naturally, that consisted of the werewolf King, his royal Beta, and Gamma.

When the Luna ceremony was broadcast, I utilized the opportunity to see High Alpha Vance hoping that he would be enwrapped in the blissful union with his Luna to not want our heads. The adverse part of it was having his Royal Gamma hounding me.

Even though I almost castrated Blayne's balls, he stalks me like a shadow. He was like a leech. A blood-sucking crustacean that was hard to remove from the skin. My wolf purred in delight whenever he was close. She wanted to go for a run with him, but I cannot be distracted from my goals.

There were too many things on the agenda to achieve. A month’s food supply remained. Rogue Chief Hank used shoulder-fired missiles to destroy our south side and killed our best warriors. We were outmatched. Fortunately, he was no longer a problem.

Clearing my mind for a minute, I inhaled deeply and exhaled. It's been a long day and I needed a bath. Miraculously, I was able to slink away and use a pail to take a wash in Elder Eldon's hut. Paranoid by my mate's smothering, it was one of the fastest baths I've ever taken.

Returning to the bonfire, my gaze shifted to the female dancers before me. Six of them did our moon dance for blessings and prosperity. They performed nightly for the moon goddess to grant us her favor towards restoring our home or providing a new one. Casting my eyes to where the Gamma had been, he disappeared. Curiosity nags me. He was out of sight. Where the hell did he go? The mate bond burned in my chest with an urge to find him. No. My ass stayed glued to my seat.

Snapping out of my reverie, I bid, “Rupert, please show our guests where they will sleep. I’m retiring for the night.”

Sleeping arrangements would be harsh. Loverboy will miss the comfort of his bed tonight.

The third in command bobbed his head. I rose from the wooden seat and marched into the dimly lit cave dwelling that had several quarters. Once in my room, I slept, leaving tomorrow’s troubles to take care of themselves.

“Uhm.” Electric sensations woke me up.

My wolf wagged her tail incessantly, lying on her back with her tongue flopped out. A heavy arm rested across my waist. Fingers played with my belly button. Hot breath passed my ear, tickling my skin. Geranium and myrrh infuse my nostrils.

The purring of my wolf’s contentment rumbled in my head. His finger reverted to circular motions. The sensation was euphoric. Pleasurable tingles erupted all over my skin.

“Mmm,” I moaned again. Gush of slick flowed from my cunt. The arousal heavily pervaded the room. The heat between my legs craved for his fingers to journey south. Stopping at the peak between them.

A simple gesture like this was breaking me down. Gingerly peeling my resolve to not have anything to do with this man. My breathing became ragged. He knew what he was doing to me. Damn!

My fingers dug into the cotton-stuffed pillow. Suddenly, I was flipped on my back. I stared into his swirling beastly eyes, pitch-black. A primal look. My wolf provides no support to stop this. He lowered himself between my legs. His hard cock rested on my core.

“Uh.” Biting my lip, I looked away, closing my eyes, drowning in the ecstasy only for him to clasp my jaw, forcing my orbs to meet his.

Dropping my gaze to his lush lips, I wanted them on mine. His head dipped towards me. This was bad. I was in trouble.

“Get out,” I whispered weakly. I reached for the safety precaution dagger that was hidden under my pillow and pointed it at him.

Hurt embellished him and he paused in his actions.

“I said get the fuck out!” My voice grew into a snarl. A glare of death settles on my face. The point of the dagger touched his chest.

The pain acutely shone in his eyes as they switched to their natural brown. “You can’t expect me to sleep on a stony ground.”

“Then go and sleep in the bushes!” I blazed with fire in my eyes.

“You are so fucking mean!” He blasted, then immediately regretted it.

I gaped. The gall of this man. Instantly, I hurled a blizzard of repeated fists into his chest. He tried to grab my wrist but had difficulty grasping my frenzied attack.

By the time he gripped my hands, his bruised chest reddened. He pinned my hands above my head. The more I squirmed under him, the harder his thick cock got, pressing down on my core, and eliciting more arousal.

“Will you stop that?” In stillness, he peers down at me, obviously fighting his wolf from taking control. “How are you this strong?”

I froze. He closed his eyes, battling his wolf. The quietness was too loud, so I solemnly stated, “I have to do my rounds now.” Someone was bound to check on me once I missed my morning routine.

His lids flicked open and he studied me. “Can't you see how crazy you drive me? I hardly have any self-control around you.”

The confession placates me, though he will abide under my scrutiny for a while. Gradually, he released my hands. I scampered to sit up on the tough bed and move away from him. He collapsed on the bed and watched me get dressed in army-green shorts and a merino tank top.

The daunting truth was that I was turned on, and wanted him to kiss me into oblivion.

Disgusted with myself, I left him there.