Page 49 of Mate to the Alpha Predator

"Okay, Alpha King." She inclined her head, licking her lips again to get every taste of him lingering on her tongue.

After she left, Wolfariane walked into one of the adjourning rooms—the bathroom and took his shower. Later, he stared at the large mirror dominating half of the bathroom walls.

He was angry at himself. Not the wolf, this time around, or even the mountain lion. His eyes scanned the bruises on him through the mirror, the bloody gashes on his cheek.

All it will take is a good sex and a better sleep, and these bruises will heal before the day after tomorrow. It's not the first time he'd given himself to Nalaila to save her from going more insane, but it is the first time his wolf had clawed at him in rage from the inside when he tried to 'heal' himself through a female.

This time around, the wolf doesn't want just any woman. It wants one woman in particular. It was frustrating, but that isn't all.

What is worse is that the man wants her too. Badly. Hungrily.

He'd put his hands on Flaora, but all he could see is a beautiful blond human with big brown-eyes and a tempting smile.

And even when he'd settled for the blows just to keep his head clear enough and let the healing process begin no matter how slowly it does, all that filled his head was Ismena's achy moans as he'd pushed her up against that wall in her bathroom and devoured her lips.

The remembered scent of her arousal wisped through his nose, messing with his senses, hardening his cock, and had his teeth sharpeninghungrily for that sensitive vein of her neck that begs to be licked and bitten.

It only made him angrier at himself than he already is. So much anger, he was in a black mood as he lay on his bed and closed his eyes for sleep.

He is not taking a human to his bed.

He is not mating with one either.

Alphose was waiting for Ismena when she woke up from the five hours sleep she'd taken. It was early afternoon.

She walked fuzzily into the kitchen when the sitting room appeared empty, and she heard voices from there. Eline offered her coffee when she lowered herself to a stool beside the kitchen table.

"Yes, please. Thank you." She responded foggily, rubbing her eyes to clear the rest of the sleep away, "Can't believe I slept for that long."

"I can. You were pretty tired. I don't blame you for it at all." Eline commented, stirring some kind of liquid on a stove.

"I don't sleep well because of some persistent aches in my chest these past few days." A reminder that she has less than eight weeks to live, and she's in a strange world without her meds.

"Alphose told me about your bad heart. I'm sorry about that."

The woman's voice rang with sincerity, Ismena found herself nodding her hair, "Thank you."

"It must be shitty living with the knowledge that you will die very soon." She handed her a cup of coffee.

"Oh, it's very shitty, alright." Shitty is actually an understatement.

"Speaking of your condition, can you write down all the meds you need?" Alphose spoke for the first time.

His tone was just as deep as she remembered it to be and just as dangerous, but surprisingly, his doesn't scare her as it did before. Ismena turned towards him at the opposite side of the kitchen, "All my meds?

"Yes, all of them."

What will he use it for?

Doesn't matter. She shrugged it away from her mind. "Okay, I will do that."

"What do you say I take you around town?" Eline offered with a warm smile.

"I will love that so much!" Already, she was feeling excited about it. "Can't wait to see all of this place. Naturiah."

Eline snorted out laughter, "If you do nothing but walk around for seven days in a row, you wouldn't be able to see all of Naturiah."

"Really?" Brown-eyes widened fascinatingly, "It's that big here?"

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