I did not drop my cub off with Slade last night. Nor did I have dinner with Basil after visiting my parent’s memorial on the pack lands and having a good cry. I returned to my house with my best friend and my cub, and we opened the box of wine. I paced myself until after I fed and put my son to bed, and Lark hung around to keep me company until one box of wine was gone, and I announced I was turning in for the night. Then I curled up with a bottle of wine I’d been saving for a special occasion and nursed it in my bed. Basil’s scent was already fading from my sheets, and the omega was the last thing on my mind. My thoughts even wondered away from my infuriating mate. I watched as the clock ticked closer to midnight, though I had to be up for an early morning class, I chased sleep. My parents should have been celebrating twenty-three years of marriage. Perhaps to a getaway trip, after Celeste and I threw them an intimate party. We should have been cracking out their wedding photos a

I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t forever break the mating bond between me and Sloane. I try and blame it on not feeling like it was the right time after Grandfather’s ceremony. But the truth is I am a coward and not strong enough to let my mate go. A part of me holds out hope Sloane will change her mind. That she will come to me and say the words I desperately want to hear. So, I did what I do best, I turned tail and ran. Once in my room, I trade the constricting dress shirt, for a faded t-shirt. I’m just about to take off the black, linen pants, when I’m drawn to my bedroom window. I gaze out, and even though the night is bathed in shadows, I know it’s my beautiful mate I see in the distance. I know she is coming to me. The moon has heard my plea. With my heart in my throat, I watch her draw near. The moon is bringing her to me. She couldn’t have felt my longing for her through the bond because both of us had drinks tonight. I do not feel her in my head either, but I do in my heart. No,

I can hardly believe two weeks have already passed since Slade proved to me his dreams were so much better than mine. My mate did not disappoint in the forest that night. He exceeded all my expectations to say the least. I can still feel the bite of his teeth upon my breasts, hear the pop when his hungry mouth released my nipple, and the pinch of his fingers against my engorged clit at that perfect place between pleasure and pain.He didn’t mark my skin in the way of the claiming, but he left other evidence of him ravishing my body behind alright. My wolf tasted all parts of me, leaving no skin untouched, and most of me with love bites. My back bore the scratches of the tree bark for a week after. I had to get creative to figure out a way to apply the salve to myself to speed up the healing.Now, when my life becomes monotonous especially, when a professor’s lecture drones on about muscle groups or disease processes, I daydream about that night beneath the moon with my mate. His powe

The night my mate accepted our bond and begged me to fuck her in the moonlight, was the best damn night of my fucking life. She was as tight and perfect as I always dreamed her to be. She fit around my cock as if we were made for each other. The noises I caused from that pretty mouth of hers, will live in my dreams forever more, and I can still taste her sweet pussy on my tongue. My mate is my new favorite delicacy, the best thing I’ve ever eaten. And I want more. I want to do more than just fuck her.Don’t get me wrong, fucking my mate is one of my new favorite things. But there is so much more I wish to do to her, with her. I don’t just want to fuck my mate, I want to make love to her. I have never made love to anyone in my life, that much has become clear since I fully surrendered to the bond. I want to experience sweet and slow love making, and with the one I actually love, the one the moon picked just for me. If only my mate will give me that chance to show her, I can give her s

I never knew it could feel like this. That I could love someone so much. And not just because I made love to my mate, marked her as my own, then she sucked my cock and swallowed my seed, but because she made me hers, and told me she loved me. Because of this, as I hold Sloane in my arms beneath the moonlight, I have no more lingering doubts about this mating bond between us.I graze her bare back up and down, as she is nestled against my chest. My mate burrows herself closer against me and lets out a contented sigh. I smile to the moon and breathe her in. I can smell my scent allover her and my wolf likes that very much. My wolf is content and happy I have finally claimed my mate the way the moon intended. The human part of me agrees. “Slade?” comes her voice against my chest.“Yes, my mate?”I still like the sound of it. The way it rolls off my tongue. Especially, after I never thought I would have a mate, let alone a human one.Her fingers trace my chest, “There’s something I need