He remained silent for a few moments before speaking up. "Well, we are bonded for life, so you might as well know my story," he begins. She nods, clearly listening. He settles into a comfortable position on his side. "I was born in October, on the snowy winter day of the 24th, to a bitch. She appeared nice on the outside, but she would f*ck up anyone's life if she hated them, which ended up killing her; she tried to blackmail my father and was sentenced to death. In other words, my father murdered my mother, but he was nice and took care of me for the first eight years of my life. However, because he is an Alpha, his pack comes first before me, which makes me angry. When a bloody massacre occurred one day, I was just trying to help my father's pack, but I had no idea that someone had planned to frame me. My father is disappointed with the fact that he has a son like me. I want to explain everything to him, but he didn't give me the chance and instead imprisoned me. I was heartbroken and went insane because I had no one else and didn't trust the pack I was in. My killing began when my father denied that I was his son. Perhaps helping them at the time was a mistake, as I saw this large man holding down an elderly woman. I knew it was wrong, but I pretended to be a hero. I shifted into my wolf form and tackled him, killing him accidentally because he banged his head too hard when I tried to tackle him. The old lady screamed and called me a murderer, so I killed her to keep their mouth shut," he exhales.
Althea was taken aback, to say the least as she notice the sadness in his voice. His life wasn't easy, but he did love someone at some point in it. He'd be perfectly normal if he didn't help his pack, the guy, and the old woman. However, things do not always go as planned. She believes those sadistic tendencies developed over time.
"What about you?" he asks as he traces his finger around the patterns on the blanket indefinitely.
She made a small gesture and said, "It was normal until I met you."
Allan rose from his seat and approached Althea. He took her feet and sat down with them on his lap. She was about to stand up, but he stopped her.
"Can I please stay with you? It hurts to be so far away from you." His expression made her feel guilty. She knows he's trying to make her happy so she'll stay with him so he can use her, but she's not going to let that happen. Althea does not want to be confined to a single location indefinitely, especially with a possessive and user mate like him.
"I suppose it's time to get dirty," she thought to herself. She had to demonstrate to him that she wanted to be with him and was not being coerced. It would take a lot of love for him and no arguing, no matter how much she wanted to yell at him. Her wolf despised her devious plan, saying, "I only hoped he couldn't figure it out before we left him." Her wolf whimpered when she considered fleeing again.
"I apologize," she said. He turned to face her, a puzzled expression on his face. They hadn't been keeping conversions, so her starting one was strange.
"What?"
"I wanted to tell you that I forgive you for everything you had done to me. I know I should have expected it with you being my mate and all, but I just assumed you would make sure I was ready." He smiled brightly before pulling her onto his lap. His hands gripped her waist tightly before slamming his lips against her. She was taken aback by his sudden ferocity, but she quickly began moving her lips in sync with his. He pretended as if he was trying to take all of her with one kiss. He licked her bottom lip, requesting permission, which she granted.
He flipped her over so she was on her back and he was on top of her. He was holding his weight on his arms so he wouldn't crush her. She cinched her legs around his waist, drawing them inexorably closer. When she decided to call it quits, things were getting hot and heavy. She gently pushed his chest and rested her brow against his.
"I know you are tired maybe gave some rest for now," she said smiling at him as Allan nodded at her.
When she returned her gaze to him, she noticed that his eyes were closed and his mouth was slightly parted. She could also hear him snore while sleeping. She rolled her eyes before tossing a blanket over him and falling asleep.
"Maybe we can change him, take away his demon's side," her wolf said but Althea just shook her head.
~
Althea was naked and flushed, her nerves tingling as her mate's fingers were buried inside her. She let out a sigh of delight as she relaxed into his touches. He took control of her lips, kissing and nibbling them as she straddled him.
His touch was so strange and impressive that whenever he left, she felt she needed more, so much more.
For the first time, a playful grin spread across his stern face. "I thought you didn't want me?" he asked as he pumped his fingers in and out of her.
"No, I want you," she said, breaking through her moans. She tasted him with her tongue as she ran it across her lips. She'd never be able to get enough of it.
She held her breath as he inserted another finger into her pussy. As she groaned, her heart ached.
"I want you so bad," she said quietly to herself.
Althea could see nothing beyond him but darkness. The only source of light was him—her mate, the only one she could see clearly. His face was stunning, even more so than she had imagined. He was a God in disguise, a God with battle scars that didn't detract from his beauty.
She closed her eyes again and traced her finger down his cheekbone. His warm breath trickled down her jaw as he kissed her passionately. With a single stroke of his tongue, he lifted his head and devoured her mouth.
When he broke the kiss, he nibbled her lower lip and then moved away. The venom of his kisses lingered on her lips.
She was a prisoner of desire, and she didn't move, breathe, or say anything for as long as his fingers were inside her.
His touch made her p*ssy wet and slippery, her legs glistening with her juices as his thumb ran circles around her nub. He was on top of her, taking control and dominating her.
She wanted his c*ck inside her, ripping and stretching her muscles as she gripped him tightly, allowing him to use and ruin her however he saw fit. "Oh, God, just what I wanted," she murmured as her hips rose and her legs parted wider. His fingers curled within her.
While on the verge, Althea tightened her grip on him and grasped his arm for support.
Pleasure washed over her like convulsive waves of ecstasy, transporting her to another dimension. Her toes curled in response to the soul-shattering orgasm, and when she flattened out, she heard nothing but joy or raspy breaths.
"You are only mine, and whoever thinks of stealing you from me dies a very painful, brutal death," he said as he kissed her ears.
Althea awoke with a start, her heart pounding, her body sweating, and her panties wet from her dream. She looked to her left and discovered herself alone in bed.
Her teeth were clenched and her eyes were rolling. "Sh*t! It was just a f*cking dream!! Damn!" she groaned, rising from the ground to take a deep breath of fresh air. She was still on the balcony in the middle of the night.
She went there, relishing the cold that robbed her legs of their warmth. "This was yet another way to be tortured," she grumbled, rolling her eyes.
"I was having dreams about him now, wet dreams."
~
Allan and Althea were watching a movie on TV after a long drive home from the mall. She wasn't paying attention, and Allan wasn't either.
She spent the entire time wondering how she was going to get away from her mate. This guy had already wormed his way into her cold heart, and she needed to get away now more than ever. She was lowering her guard, and the more she did it, the more likely it was that she would stay.
Her wolf, like her, was itching to be let out. It had been more than a week since her last shift, and her wolf was still whining. She finally decided that she'd waited long enough and that it was time to ask Allan for permission.
"Allan, can we go for a run? My Wolf hasn't been one since I moved here," she asked sweetly. She pouted her lips because she knows he'll do anything for her. He sighed and rubbed his thumb over it. He locked his gaze on hers before slamming his into hers. She was taken aback for a few moments before moving her lips to his warm ones.
His hands moved to her side, and he picked her up with one arm and sat her on his lap. His lips brushed up against her, sending waves of pleasure through her body. When his tongue entered her mouth, she moaned. He growled, pulling away, only to start kissing her down her neck.
He kissed her down to her mark, licked it, and began sucking on it.
"A-Allan, we need to uh stop," she said softly. Against her skin, he smirked.