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Not worrying about my state of cleanliness, I stripped to just a pair of black boxer briefs to stay close to her. Holding her tight, I would stay awake throughout the night for any signs of struggle, a whimper, or even a twitch in her body. If I felt she was in trouble, in pain, or had symptoms of a nightmare, I would do what I had to to wake her.Even if it means putting her into the shower with ice-cold shards of water to keep her away from Wyatt.

Christine never mentioned having dreams of Wyatt except for the one night she knew she wanted to keep me. He had not made any attempt, but that may have been because I wouldn’t let her sleep for more than an hour at a time during our lovemaking the past few days.

I’m such a dick.

Christine snuggled to my body closer, her lips touching my bare chest. I sighed in relief. Maybe nothing would happen at all this night. My hope was far-fetched and idiotic as Christine let out a howl of scream into my shoulder.

Chapter 30

Under the Moon

Pamelashotoutofthe party like a thousand hellhounds were descending upon her. Enzo was an alpha, a strong one from his smell as he gathered closer to her and her friends. Never in her wildest dreams would she have thought she would have been mated to such a wolf.

She was a deer captured in the headlights, yet she was no deer. She was the fierce sigma trained heavily by her father’s grueling training ever since she could walk. Clayton was more robust than any alpha in his territory for miles, her father knew that, but he never let that get to his head. He enjoyed the quiet so much he never thought he would have a daughter.

He had found her mother in the middle of the woods, a human of all things, who thought she could brave the elements of the harsh winters. This human, who was extra bubbly considering her predicament, caught Clayton’s eye, and of course, his wolf howled, screaming at him that she was his mate.

Vivian had enough provisions to camp for many weeks out in the wilderness. She had hiked to the tallest mountain and settled her tent near the base of a cliff. She was away from humans, away from prying eyes, to escape the danger that hunted her. However, Clayton being so in tune with his territory, smelled her from miles away.

That’s when he took her back to his cabin in the woods. She kicked and screamed as the snow came down, but he wouldn’t rest, knowing she could die in the freezing temperatures. His social meter had never been very high, but his wolf had claimed her to be his, and that was that.

Pamela thought it was the most romantic thing, being dragged off by your mate and never again seeing the light of day until they were claimed. That was not what her mother said, however. Vivian was a talkative human for Clayton, and they bumped heads many times before she could submit to the werewolf ways.

Pamela was quite different from the standard sigma. She enjoyed being around people, humans, to be exact. That was why she had moved into the studio apartment right above the coffee shop to give her own sense of independence and let her parents live peacefully out in the wilderness.

Well, not peacefully, they still bumped heads quite a lot, but they always had great make-up sex after.

That wasn’t for her. She wanted her own life, being slightly more social than her father. She wanted to take care of things on her own, and she had very few close friends, but Christine was becoming one of the best friends she had ever had.

Pamela’s paws gripped into the soil. The dew from the night soaked her paws in her brightly-painted purple nails. She had always been a free thinker with her own rules and hierarchy. She got that from her dad, not wanting to face the social norms of society.

She learned, along with her mother, what pack life was like and how the alpha took care of his members along with the other positions of the pack. Beta, gamma, delta, warriors, omegas, she didn’t really care for all that. Her dad said he could control and make his own pack, but he didn’t want it. She wanted to take care of herself, too, just like her father, but she couldn’t deny the deep pull that her wolf had felt when she felt the connection of the bond with Alpha Enzo.

Could she give her mate what he really wanted? To be surrounded by pack members constantly? Then there was the aching feeling in her gut of having so many people in her head at once through a link. She couldn’t deny that that would be utterly annoying. Sure, she was spunky, fun, and enjoyed her social outings with new friends, but there were times she needed time to herself.

She was a lone wolf.

Her claws gripped the soil with more fury, feeling the night air and the howls in the background of her running. Soon he would be chasing her, hopefully anyway, if he followed the ancient ritual set thousands of years ago.

Sigmas were ancient and few and far between. Only having the urge to give off one offspring in their entire lives. They protected their pup more ferociously that way, giving them complete protection even when their child found their mate and moved away. Her grandparents on her father’s side visited at least once a year for a day or so, ensuring the health of both his son, his mate, and his grand pup. Pamela smirked at that. She thought how dumbfounded her grandfather was going to be when he realized that she did not have a human or omega mate like her grandmother or mother. No, she had to have an alpha.

The Blue Eclipse pack was about to inherit a mighty sigma to deal with, and with that, she felt her heart thump worriedly. Stopping mid-tracks, just before a blackberry bush, she shifted. If she was going to make this work, she needed to get some things off her chest. Would Enzo be able to accept a free-willed wolf, a loner at times, and hold the capabilities of a sigma? She could lead, she had no problems with that, but would he let her lead when the time was right?

Pamela held her shoulders back, standing behind the blackberry bush. She giggled, thinking this looked like a scene from one of those stories about Adam and Eve. Her white and purple hair hung low, almost to her waist, barely covering her breasts.

What would this Krawl character do now? Seeing his mate standing out in the open and no longer running? Hopefully, he wouldn’t think she had given up and become weak prey, because this chase was far from over.

Krawl fumbled forward, his straight line sniffing for his mate still staggered with the werewine he had consumed. That wouldn’t deter him. He was still the best tracker in all of the Alabaster Academy in Bergarian. They had taught him well, learning to live off the land more so than the wolves of Earth where most of his family hailed.

His breathing deepened, beginning to lose the mocha smell of his mate until he trotted to a stop. Krawl’s nose lifted, his wolf howling for him to turn his head only to see his mate behind a bush holding sweet fruits, but all he could think about was the sweet fruit inside her pussy he couldn’t wait to devour.

“We need to talk,” she barked out. Her sigma aura was strong. It caused him to grow hard, but he couldn’t but hold a small whimper in disappointment as she stood with her arms crossed.

Why had she shifted? Was she done with the game? Surely she wasn’t weak. In all ways, he thought sigmas could be far superior to an alpha. Sigmas could be alone and feel no need to take care of anyone but themselves and not rely on a pack. That was strength there in itself. There was much more power than he sensed in her, and instead of having it deter him, it made his wolf pant heavily.

“Shift,” she commanded. Krawl shifted side to side before he became stark naked in front of her. Pamela had kept her eyes straight on Krawl’s face, but he still smirked all the same.

“Why does Krawl’s mate stop running? Do you find Krawl to be a weakling?” His eyebrow tipped in amusement while Pamela choked out a laugh.

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