Page 109 of Mate to the Alpha Predator

It sniffed again. Twice. And inhaled deeply.

Ismena held her breath, waiting. All traces of being drunk had disappeared, leaving her stone-cold sober.

The wolf raised his head, stepped back, and laid the bone gently on her feet as if he's giving her a trophy.

Ismena acknowledged the 'trophy' with a nervous nod of her head.

It bumped his head gently on her leg. She took it as her cue to stand up.

Then, the wolf turn away from her, sat on its haunches, and waited.

Ismena has no idea how she knew what the wolf requested of her but she saw herself climbing onto the back of the wolf even before she could process what she was doing and questioned her own sanity.

Suddenly, she was wrapped around the softest furs, softer than anything she has ever touched in her whole life. Not minding the blood, her fear and all. She wrapped her arms tightly around the wolf, laid her head on its back, and held on tight.

The King-Wolf rose to its full height, howled to the sky and took off into the night with his mate on his back.

CHAPTER 38. BEHIND CLOSED DOORS...

Ismena found herself holding her breath as the wolf glided through the long hallways towards Wolfariane's bedroom.

Now, I understand why these hallways are not so narrow like a regular hallway. Of course it was made to accommodate their animal forms, Ismena thought fascinatingly as she watched the way the wolf glided fluidly and gracefully.

A growl from the huge animal made her jerk her hand away from his furs like it'd burned her. She realized that she's rubbing its fur like a favorite pet. Again.

She hasn't placed if the grumpy animal likes it or not, so it's better to keep her hands to herself.

As they entered the bedroom, all the fear, and nervousness that never really abated tripled inside her. You know what they say about 'behind closed doors'...

The King-Wolf came to a stop at the center of the big space of the bedroom and shookhis body a bit.

Ismena took it as her cue to get down from its back, so she did. It wasn't easy, considering the size of the wolf but unlike when she climbed on, the wolf wasn't looking like it'll seat on its haunches for her to come down.

After she struggled down from its back, the wolf turned towards her. Just like that time after he'd killed their attackers, it watched her carefully with those deep amber-eyes.

A shiver worked its way down her spine. The wolf scares her much more than the man. She licked her lips, "Uhm... Can you s-s-shift back i-into your male form? I'll really appreciate it if you—"

The wolf growl again, this time baring its teeth.

"Noooo, don't shift forms, don't shift forms. Nope, don't w-w-worry about it at aaall." She was quick to insert, swallowing tightly.

The wolf shifted forms. Within seconds, a huge male stood in the space the wolf occupied, his face outlined with deep frowns.

Ismena's eyes widened, not only about the unnatural occurrence of an animal suddenly becoming a male but also at the blood that covered the male's body. And—

"You're hurt!" She gasped, suddenly taking two steps forward towards him to touch his wounded arm where three deep claw-marks were imprinted, bleeding profusely. "Should I tell them to call the doc—"

"You stink like the Dog. I do not like his scent on you." The snarl tore from Wolfariane's throat, his voice deeper than usual because of how close the wolf is to the surface. The scent of the dog was very faint on her, but it still drives him crazy.

Only his scent. She should only have his scent on her. His and no one else!

"Wait a min—"

He slammed his lips on hers. Suddenly, he was kissing her senseless. A gasp tore from her throat at the unexpected gesture and his tongue took the opportunity, plunging into her mouth and stealing her breath away.

The whiplash of arousal was so fast, it swept Ismena off her feet making her so weak in the knees. His hands steadied her, wrapping around her waist, he held her to him as he sucked on her lips over and over and over again.

Ismena has no idea when her eyes slipped close or when she began kissing him back like her whole world depended on tasting every bit of the essence from this male's mouth.

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