Page 27 of Wolf Traded
“I will work on finding her a suitable mate.” He says with deference but I don’t believe it. Rochelle is a complete mess when it comes to me and I don’t even believe her father can stop what she has planned for my mate.
“You had better or we may be to a point where she is sent rogue or gets in a situation she can’t get her way out of.” I raise my eyebrows at the man hoping that he understands his daughter has way too many ambitions.
“I promise to do whatever I can to calm my daughter, Alpha.”
“You had better or there is going to be a problem,” I say and watch as Arthur grabs her by the arm and leads her away speaking quietly but firmly. The other females eyes all widen before scattering amongst the pack.
I don’t give them a second thought as I make my way to the tree line where Jara and Angela disappeared. Now that I have handled the situation with the unmated females of the pack I want to make sure my mate isn’t leaving.
Walking into the forest I see a neat pile of clothes in the hollow of a tree and curse myself for being an asshole. Her wolf is probably jumping out of her skin for not being able to shift for days. I grin is I begin to strip and shift into my large obsidian wolf. Will she be upset if I encroach on her run? My wolf has wanted to run with hers since first meeting her in Grayson’s pack.
He yips as he catches her scent in the forest. Excited to have his mate in his own territory and takes off at a sprint on her trail. The most beautiful wolf comes into view in front of us. She’s such a deep red she’s almost unreal in her coloring. I have never seen a wolf that color. She’s stunning and we let out a playful bark as we jump at her.
Jara turns her head but easily dodges and I hit the ground next to her. She growls playfully as her tongue rolls out of her mouth in a wolffish smile. She starts to circle crouching low as if she’s ready to attack and I stand eerily still as I wait to see what she will do.
You want to play, mate?I ask through our pack bond. We can only speak like this in wolf form and only if we both are wolves.
You started it, mate.She sounds amused as she continues to circle. I growl playfully but stay where I am. I know what she’s planning and wait for her to get behind me watching her movements over my shoulder as she finally pounces. Rolling to the side I dodge her just barely and but my nose rubs against her flank before jumping on her.
I nip at her throat and she bares her neck to me perfectly submissive. She’s so fucking perfect it takes my breath away and I want nothing more than to shift and take her right here on the forest floor.
All the breath is knocked out of me as another wolf head butts me in my side and I curse myself for forgetting that Angela was with her when they shifted.
What are you doing?I ask my beta through the pack bond. The gray wolf’s tongue rolls out of her mouth grinning at me.
I thought we were playing?She says innocently and I shake my head. If I could roll my eyes as a wolf I would.
We should probably get back.
I don’t want to go back yet. It’s been days since I got to run and my wolf wants to explore our new territory.Jara says through the bond and hearing her say this is her territory makes me beam with satisfaction. She’s not going to leave. She just wanted to go for a run. Something like relief fills me as an idea pops in my head.
Follow me. I want to show you something.I don’t wait for a response and take off through the trees. An excited yip is the only indication that she’s following me. She moves so silently through the trees. Most wolves learn how to move silently at a young age. It helps with hunting though we don’t do much hunting in the pack anymore only when we have the moon celebrations.
Breaking through the tree line, I come to a stop on the cliffs overlooking the ocean. It’s such a beautiful sight I just wish it hadn’t been tainted by bad memories. The place I stash extra clothes is untouched since the last time I came out here and I shift and grab a pair of sweats and pull them on before turning to Jara’s wolf. I can’t help but reach out a hand to her scratching behind her ears. Her fur is soft as silk as I run my hand along her flank. “You can shift here little wolf. Let Jara see the view too.”
She shifts quickly and I hand her my shirt that I keep here. It smells like me and the idea of her marked with my scent all over her makes me harden almost painfully. Between the sight of her naked body and the thought of her wearing my scent I’m barely containing my urge to claim her again right on the cliff side.
“This is beautiful. Is this the edge of the pack lands?”
“It is beautiful,” I say not looking at the view my eyes on Jara. A tiny blush tinges her cheeks as she notices me staring and I find myself wanting to make her blush always.
“I heard something interesting when meeting with the pack today.” She says slowly like she’s afraid to anger me.
“I can imagine. I love my pack dearly but they are a bunch of gossiping twelve year olds.” I shake my head chuckling softly.
“There’s a peace talk coming up in a few days.” She says it conversationally but I don’t mistake the bite in her tone. Something about this is making her angry and I don’t understand why.
“Yes, we will need to leave the day after tomorrow.” The peace talks aren’t something I want to discuss with her. They plague my every thought. Anything can go wrong when you get that many alphas together in one place.
“Okay.” She says it so breezily that I can almost guess that the news doesn’t anger her but the stiffness in her posture tells a different story.
“This used to be my favorite place in all my pack lands,” I muse sitting on the soft grass. Jara frowns but sits next to me with her long legs out in front of her crossed at the ankles.
“Used to be?” She asks softly and I flinch. I didn’t mean to say that but I guess it’s time to show her how truly terrible I am.
“A tragedy happened here about a year ago and this is only the second time I have been here since. The first time was the night I brought you here.” I shrug not wanting to give her more than that but knowing if she asks I will have to tell her. We sit in silence for several long minutes and I stare at Jara’s bare feet. Her toes painted an emerald green that doesn’t seem like it would fit with her normal style.
“What happened?” She whispers so low I almost miss it.
