Filed to story: Werewolfs Heartsong by Dizzy Izzy
He was no longer the teenage wolf taking care of a poor abused, and broken pup. He was an Alpha male taking care of his abused and broken mate. Holding her together, gathering her pieces as she broke apart. Her body shaking in my arms. 2
I clutched her close, my heart breaking over her pain and sorrow. I never should have stayed away. But I knew why I had. I’d loved her, even back then. And when she turned seventeen, she had blossomed into a temptation, I wasn’t sure I’d have been able to resist.
But I wasn’t here! All they’ve done to my Starlight! Goddess why did she have to suffer so! I wanted to rend and tear those people to pieces this moment. Zane wanted to tear into them with his fangs.
If I hadn’t been so anxious to get home to Alora I would have gone straight there and killed them all without warning. But they will know what they did. They will pay for what they’ve done to MY mate.
Feeling the storm inside Alora calm I set my nose against her neck. Rubbing my cheek against hers, taking in her scent. Letting it wrap around me, letting it soothe me and Zane. We were here now, It would take something extreme for me to ever have to leave her side longer than a day or two ever again.
I pet her hair. It’s so beautiful with the stars twinkling throughout the lengths. She always had so much hair, I loved it. I knew she spent money on good hair product. I would send her collections of her favorite brand, it was a small way I could pamper her, while keeping my distance.
Under the scent of her hair and skin products was that tasty sent. That hot caramel and cinnamon apple scent. The one that made me want to taste her all over. But she needed my comfort more then my lust at the moment. And I will put her needs first, I can control myself for her. 3
I felt it the moment she had released everything she had shoved back and bottled up. I felt it in the way she relaxed in my arms. I just kept holding her tight to me. Unable to release her after being away from her for so long.
I felt guilty for being glad Matt rejected her, because his rejection had hurt her. But I don’t know how I would have lived with it, if he had accepted her. I don’t know how I would have kept the jealousy from eating me alive, till I did something monstrous to him.
But he had, and she was mine.
She must have felt my internal war, because she sat up. I rest my hands on her waist, below her magnificent breasts. Her beautiful violet, silver rimmed eyes met my blue, gray rimmed gaze. Her plump red tinted mouth turned down in a worried frown.
A question in her eyes.
I sigh, she’d always been able to tell when I was troubled. And had always been able to get me to talk. I should have known then, she had already captured my soul. I felt it every time she would sing for me after I would badger her. For a while if she spotted me catching her sing she would stop, and it would take much cajoling to get her to sing again.
After a while instead of stopping when she saw me catching her sing. Instead she would sing to me, for me, and I could feel it with every note. That connection had gotten deeper, one more thread had bound me to her.
“I know I shouldn’t be…because I know it hurt you…but I’m glad your not Matt’s mate.” I tell her. I look at her, waiting to see how she would take that.
She relaxed, the tension leaving, a soft smile on her mouth and understanding in her eye. “You’re not alone in that.” She says to me. That was not what I had expected. But then there was a lot about Alora that was unexpected at the moment.
Her hair matching the nick name I gave her so many years ago, being one of those unexpected things. Seeing my obvious confusion, she continued “I don’t believe the Goddess ever really meant for me to be with Matt, and neither does Matt.”
This only confused me a bit more, before I can get my question out she explains further “if Matt hadn’t rejected me, the chains binding my power would never had been broken. My rejecting Matt back is what broke this spell, Sarah had on him through a sachet. This led to him breaking the same type of spell on Beatrice, Lauren and Agatha, freeing them from Sarah.” She tells me.
I’m so impressed by her reasoning. “That is a very surprising way to look at that.” I tell her softly, smiling at her.
She shrugs, then says “Another reason I’m glad it was him to reject me, even though it hurt, was if you where the one destined to reject me, that would have killed me.” She says, the feeling of devastation that thought brought her filling her eyes for a moment.
She shakes her head as if to shake it away, then she smiles at me again. “So don’t feel guilty for something I’m grateful for.” She says. A
Then our conversation is forgotten as she wraps her arms around my neck, and pulls me into a fierce demanding kiss. My mate has needs, and she’s demanding I meet the
Alora’s POV
After that release of emotion, I was finally able to feel it, the mating fever. New mates get it, when they first meet and accept each other. It wasn’t a heat, which I honestly thought was a good thing at the moment.
My heat would come anywhere in the next three weeks though, this first mating would spark it. My thoughts start fading to dust when he breaks our kiss and starts to nibble and suck on that spot between my neck and shoulder, where he would mark me.
What would it look like? Each mates mark, was unique to the mated pair. The bite injects your essence into your mate, the mark left behind, was a large tattoo of sorts. His nibbling and sucking sent electricity into my nipples, making them tingle in arousal. 2
My core was heating hotter and hotter by the second. My blood was singing through my veins. Goddess, was this what it was to be with your mate? I feel my panties dampen more when he bunches his fist in my hair at the back of my neck.
It sent an electrical shot down my spine, causing my core to pulse. My clit was throbbing, I was getting slicker by the second. I grind my hips against his lap, feeling my core rub against the enormous erection in his pants.
The friction only driving me higher instead of giving relief. I moan and he growls against my neck, it vibrates his chest pressed against my breasts. I rub them against his chest, then grinding down on his cock again, causing another rumble.
He pulls back just enough to meet my gaze with the glowing eyes of a fully aroused Alpha. Locking my gaze to his, he grabs my shirt, then whips it up and over my head, tossing it across the room. I start tugging at his shirt and he whips it off as well, sending it in another direction.
I look down at his chest. Oh….my….Goddess! My jaw drops, his chest is perfection. Wide, broad shoulders, he could set me on one shoulder they were so wide. His muscles large, packed and cut. His biceps large and packed too, he’s cut like a Greek statue.
His torso was long and narrowed at his hips, his abs a very defined twelve pack. The muscle leading to his pelvis a very pronounced V shape. I was practically drooling. ‘Goddess’ I thought breathlessly ‘He’s a God among wolves’ and he was ALL mine. 2
A chuckle runs through his chest, making me snap my mouth closed, my gaze shooting to his. His eyes are filled with amusement. I feel my cheeks heat. “I take it you like what you see?” he asks, with another chuckle.
I narrow my gaze, sitting up straight as an arrow, I reach back, and undo the claps of my bra. Then with a smirk of challenge on my face, I toss my bra to the side. I watch in pleasure as his eyes drop to my breasts. His gaze blazes to life with his lust. His cock jumps against my core, and he lets out a deep low growl of arousal, making me shiver in anticipation.