-HUDSON’S POV- My erection won’t go away. Unable to sleep and afraid of getting blue balls, I masturbated all fucking night while trying to suppress my urges. Shutting my eyes seemed like it was only a five-minute nap. That was all of the sleep that I got. I woke up and my cock stood like a light pole with a strong pain in the srotum as it throbbed. The penis' head is so enlarged and pre-cum-shiny that it even has a purplish hue. At first, I was super excited when I saw the recurring hardness in my cock. Being so huge and hard has given me a somewhat more macho feeling. All it took was one thought of Phoebe and it vigorously shot out like a solid oak. I got dressed and the light pole wouldn’t give me a break. Interestingly, it gets awkwardly arranged and cramped in my underpants, and I have to straighten it a lot. My hardness urgently needs relief, and soon! But only with my precious Phoebe. Because they are able to detect my erection, she-wolves of all statuses crouch down in the m

-PHOEBE’S POV- “Mate,” my wolf, Keke answered back and white pearly teeth shone through a genuine smile. Of all the months that she disappeared, today she chose to show up, just like he did. My mate? Everything halted at the training ground and everyone was speechless. We were the center of attention. My blue sapphire eyes bore into his emerald green orbs. Feelings of completion, love, and belonging stormed through my body. Dumbfounded and awestruck, my foolish emotions went into overdrive at the sight of him. He said nothing as though our eyes were doing all the talking. There emerged a vague sensation of familiarity that was pegging my brain, but I could not put my finger on it. His eyes resembled those from my dream. He was so close. His strong-fingered hands on my waist seemed to anchor me to the spot, caging against his powerful body, the wall of his chest in the immaculate black shirt acted as a formidable barrier between me and any effort to escape. I could look nowhere

*PHOEBE’S POV* Falling asleep on the seaside was nice as Hudson's arms embraced me. Additionally, the salty air mixed with the fresh morning dew was a sweet toasty aroma. We laid naked and to be honest, I do not know when I had drifted into my slumber. Nothing could stop him from taking my body approximately the fifty times that he did. Nightfall caught us and that did not restrain his satmina. Hushing me with kisses when my mouth was free to attempt any protest. My wolf and my body surrendered to his wishes, every single time. No guy had ever screwed me that hard or that long. It felt like my core got served a nice full-course dining. The evidence of his hot delicious fuck session could be felt from the soreness of my vaginal walls. Before I could turn to look at his sleeping face, I felt lips kissing the nape of my neck, sucking my skin. "Mmm," was he going to go another round? It was morning and he acted like a starving man. Or perhaps it was the mate bond at work. His left h

-HUDSON'S POV-"Tell her to get off those damn pills." Regis implored, "I want to put pups in her immediately."Ignoring my wolf, I pushed him to the back of my consciousness. We were both happy that she wanted to wear our mark. And the desire to consistently touch her does not abate. The future had morphed into an optimistic blithe. Now that she was in my possession, I never wanted to let her go.At the same time, we started to act aggressively and possessively because she meant the world to us, too good to lose. Phoebe was the antidote to my insecurities, among other things.Although there were many other people in the room, I could feel someone observing us. At first I did not care, because who would dare to interrupt an Alpha and his mate? It would be a death wish.Lowering my head to kiss her on the shoulder was disturbed by a female who beckoned to a smaller built guy with shaggy rockstar brown hair to join us at the table as we had our sandwiches.“Jerald, come this way and sit

-PHOEBE’S POV- Opening my eyes with remorse, I surveyed the room. The visitation of the sun’s rays indicated that it was morning. Getting up from the bed, the soreness of my neck reminded me of his sharp teeth penetrating my skin. He had marked me. Claimed me without consent. Damn! Thinking that I was in one of the rooms at the MoonBlood pack house, I meandered out the door. My steps paused when I noticed that the hallway was different. Drawn in by the sight of the moon-patterned green runner rug, a grey-tufted bench, with a pair of matching console tables. Adding the diamond-shaped mirror tiles décor and the small gallery area featuring Hudson and his family made me realize that I was gravely mistaken. I had to be at FireBrick. This proved that the large opulent room I was in, which was infused with Hudson's scent, was actually his. Where did he go? This was not over. He does not get to forcibly take me away from my home and shove me into his. The maltreatment within the curren