Chapter 98 REGANT MOUNTAIN
\-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.
1-1
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!
1-1
\-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.