Page 19 of Feral Mates
That’s what I’d learned after being taken from my pack.
I should walk away and leave her.
Yet I could not.
She was mine.
No, she wasours.
Ours to touch.
Ours to fuck.
Ours to mate.
Savannah…
Her name stretched across my mind, penetrating in a way that harnessed my possessive nature. Unlike before when the days and nights had all been the same, my world consisting of feeding, fucking, and remaining alive. I was a hunter, spending my time foraging for food, enjoying the chase.
Then everything had changed.
Incarceration.
Chains.
Darkness.
Then a sudden freedom had come unexpectedly, pivoting the course of my life. The same for the other alphas.
Thinking was different.
Our needs were enhanced.
Yet our desires remained the same.
I was no longer just a wolf, but also a human, a man with extreme capabilities. Perhaps that’s why the hunger was so intense, painful in a way that shouldn’t be. In the days leading up to this moment, my entire life had been altered. So had that of the other wolves. Somehow in a way I was just starting to understand, we’d been altered physically. But more than that, we could comprehend human nature and with her, we could sense what she was feeling.
Hear what she was thinking.
Something else was living inside us. Whatever it was continued to change. And it pissed me off. The last thing I wanted was to be human.
All I knew is that we were hybrids, shifters, and hosts.
I knew that innately even though I wasn’t entirely certain how.
The moment I crept closer, her lower lip trembled, her fear increasing. Yet she stood her ground. Curious. Fascinated.
Connected.
Mating pheromones.
I glanced at my companions to see if they were able to pick up on the pungent scent.
They had, the two as confused as I was. This wasn’t possible, yet by my cock’s reaction, I knew I was right. She was lucky we’d allowed her to escape the first time. Right now, all we could think about was driving our cocks deep inside. Filling her.
Breeding her.
The need was overwhelming.
