Chapter 144: BONUS CH. 4 - REGANT MOUNTAIN IV
-CLEO'S POV-
Throughout the day, the overbearing High Gamma growled at every male that came close to me. All of the opposite sex avoided me. Yesterday, the elders warned me about his possessiveness and, for the sake of the pack, to be mindful of any action that could rifle him. An angry Gamma meant we’d have an angry High Alpha on my case to possibly eliminate us.
This was a shitty nightmare. Of all the mates that I could have gotten, why him?
With respect to my people, some of our injured wolves have developed infections. Our medic, Sherda, had stretched our supplies thin and was now out. Our situation was getting desperate.
Under the infirmary hut, I looked at the number of them in bandages and lying on sprawled material on the ground. The solution was to go further into the mountains for herbs. Sherda would come, leaving her second in charge. Six hunters would accompany me. Brilliantly, we snuck away without Blayne pursuing me.
Successfully, we returned. The few hours away from my mate was serene. I was able to conflate my thoughts regarding the written petition. Who knew that I’d face a pissed-off Gamma waiting in the middle of the narrow dirt path with boulder walls on each side?
Oh, goddess! I wailed inwardly.
Worst, he wiggled his nostrils. His olfactory receptors were activated. Sniffing the air like a pot-bellied pig, his eyes fired up with suspicion.
“Grrr.” The low guttural aggressive sound reverberated through the mountains. From the surrounding treetops, birds' wings whistled as they flew away. Their flapping wings and distress cries saturated the air.
Several feet away, his face was eclipsed by the leafy shadow cast on him by the trees that shielded the afternoon's sun. Considerate of my companions, I signaled with a head movement for the hunters to disperse. Sherda and I trudged up the path.
While Sherda was allowed to go freely, Blayne blocked me. Obtrusive hands yanked my hips forward, our lower bodies connected and faces were inches apart. With the baskets in my hands, I could not shove him away. Sherda offered a sympathetic glance, took the baskets, and stepped to the side.
Every time that he acts like this, the attention of the pack is drawn to us. I disliked it. Oh, how I hated him!
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-BLAYNE’S POV*
Cleo returned to the pack smelling like another male mutt. To think that I went hunting with Rupert and Thomas as a nice gesture for her so that everyone could eat a decent dinner today, instead of the crappy scraps.
Sniffing her neck as she resisted me revealed his revolting scent all over her. Yuck! “Why the fuck do you smell like one of the hunters? What the hell were the two of you doing out there?” Though I was as angry as a Nile crocodile who wanted to turn the mongrel into minces, my wolf became like a pathetic puppy having her this close to us.
She deflected my question with one of her own, “For God’s sake, why are you so nagging?”
That winded me up into a tempest of flaring rage. I put my face closer to hers, almost touching. Her scent swirls around me and our eyes locked. Having our bodies together was gradually causing my rage to simmer and be substituted with lust. My turgid erection pressed into her core. She bites her sugar plum lips in a way that is both alluring and distracting while being furious that I was holding her in such a possessive manner.
“Did it occur to you that I might have a lover before I met you?” She snorted to injure my ego.
“Is it his scent that is on you?” If she said yes, I was going to track him and kill him.
My hold on her midsection grew firmer. To demonstrate his dominance, my wolf felt compelled to put her in her place in front of the pack. Her seductive aroma, wafting through her skin, begged the beast in me to mark and mate with her. This scent was only a tiny sample of what was promised to follow. Being her mate, I found it challenging to control but simple to sense.
Whenever she thrashed against me, our private parts rubbed against each other. Did she like it? Was that her intention? Surely, the patent bulge in my groin was detectable against her cunt. Tingles submerged us into an intemperate brawl of raw desire.
A sinister chuckle escaped me. It was her mistake to think that I'd feel threatened enough to reject her. I'd dare him, this dick-faced lover, to stop me from claiming my woman. The diabolical part of me desperately wanted him to come out from hiding and try.
The beating of her heart was abnormally fast. She demurred, “I do not interfere in your personal life…..”
Instantly, I shoved my face into her neck, taking a long whiff. Taken aback by my actions, Cleo hissed. Anything else she had to say was irrelevant to me. My hands grasped her ass cheeks, pressing her further into my huge body.
Instinctively, I licked her neck and kissed it. She shudders and muffled her moans. Her knees buckled and the buttress of my arms held her up. My lips do not halt in their assault on her skin. Continuously, I kissed and sucked on her neck. That spot where my mark would go.
"Mine!" No other woman has ever felt this wonderful in my arms. I'll send every other man to hell before they touch her again. The heat-induced passion overtook my rationalization. I was ready to claim her.
Blackness widespread in my eyes, quashing their intrinsic brown. My teeth elongated, scraping patterns along her neck. Blood oozed, which I lapped up, smearing my fangs. She tasted similar to her sweet scent. My dark eyes glistened. Her frail body had gone weak, completely submissive to the mate bond.
Cleo whimpered in my hold. Her wolf sedates her, longing to be claimed. Eager to please her wolf, my mouth widens, ready to imprint my wolf's signature on her neck. My head descends and.....
“Gamma Blayne,” a shaky senior voice interrupted.