Filed to story: Sheila Callaso and Alpha Killian Reid Book
“Get away, me!” I screamed, using my dagger to point at them all in a rather pathetic attempt to stop them from attacking me, which was failing because they kept advancing towards me.
‘I’m fucked up’, I thought as the wolves made progress in getting close to me. “No! Stay back!” I continued struggling, but I knew it was just a matter of seconds before I was brutally attacked and killed.
Just then, one of the wolves growled and lunged at me. I looked away, covering my eyes with my hands, bracing myself for the inevitable horror that awaited me. But instead I heard a snapping noise. Quickly, I opened my eyes and saw the now dead rogue wolf laying on the ground with its head chopped off. And standing above me was a big brown wolf, the stranger, whatever his name was. Strangely, this scene and this wolf reminded me of Killian.
He mightily growled at the two remaining wolves, causing them to growl an equally frightening response. Another wolf attacked the brown wolf, which he easily brushed off with his claws and, in return, severed its head. My stomach churned at the gory scene.
The gray wolf and the brown wolf began circling each other, both growling loudly. After stalking and circling, they both attacked each other, sending several hits, but lastly, the brown wolf pinned it to the ground, growling, and the gray wolf whimpered in submission and it was killed.
He then shifted back into his human form. “I thought I told you to shift and then run, and not to look back,” he said, changing into some clothes.
“I didn’t see you behind me, so I became worried and, against my better judgment, I came back for you,” I said, dusting my clothes.
“Aww, isn’t that so sweet?” he said with a light chuckle. I rolled my eyes at him but found myself smiling just a bit.
“Are you okay? Are you hurt?” I asked, inching closer to him. He had some blood on him, but I could tell it wasn’t his. I just wanted to be sure he was okay.
“No, I am not hurt. The rogues were no match at all. But you look shook up. Let’s just camp and rest for tonight,” he suggested, and I acknowledged with a nod. I felt mentally and physically drained tonight from all the running for my life. It was wise to camp and rest, then continue with my journey the next day.
“Stay here, I’ll go gather some wood.” He smiled, walking away to do that which he said.
He arrived shortly and he started a fire. While we sat there in silence, I kept looking at him. There was something about him that felt eerily familiar.
“You know it’s considered rude to stare, right?” He laughed, looking up at me, making my face turn red in shame.
“Sorry,” I quickly apologized.
“It’s okay. It happens quite a lot,” he said with a proud smirk, which made me scoff.
“And thank you. You know, I didn’t really get to say that earlier,” I stated, feeling grateful for him saving my life. I wonder what would have happened If I had not run into him, I would have been dead for sure.
“No worries. By the way, what is your name and what the hell are you doing out here?”
“I’m Sheila and I was running away from my idiotic mate,” I replied, remembering that I needed to get away from here as soon as possible before Killian and his pack found out.
“I haven’t heard that before. What happened now? What did he do?” He asked, looking genuinely interested.
“It’s what he didn’t do. He doesn’t love me and disregards me as his mate. To make it even worse, he has a lover,” I replied to him, looking down to the ground.
“Well, whoever he is, he is a bloody fool if he lets you go.” I laughed at his words, earning a confused look from him. “What?” He asked.
“Nothing, just the first time I’ve seen anyone address an alpha in such a manner.” I tried to suppress my laughter.
“So, he is an alpha. Of what pack?” He asked me.
“Alpha Killian of the Crescent North Pack,” I stated. His green eyes widened for a second, nodding. His eyes twinkled with something in them.
Was it amusement?
“I see,” was all he said. I decided to ask some questions of my own.
“It’s your turn, who are you and what are you doing here? “
“My name is Morgan, unlike you, I was actually returning to a place I haven’t visited for a long time.” His voice lowered a bit, and he seemed to have drifted unto his thoughts.
I guess we all have our stories.
“It’s almost daylight; let’s sleep and reserve our energy for tomorrow. Then we’ll see what we can do about your situation,” He said suddenly, lying down.
Somehow his last words confused me.
“Good night, Sheila.” His green eyes on me. “And it’s really a pleasure meeting you.”
He said, confusing me all the more.
Sheila’s Point Of View
I was standing at the edge of a cliff, staring at the beautiful work of nature. It was the first light of dawn, and the sun was barely rising. Birds were flying high, chirping a beautiful morning melody. The sight was simply exquisite. And he was there, beside me.
I could feel his strong minty breath brushing against my neck with his strong arms wrapped around me, imprisoning me in his arms. I felt Killian’s rugged hands on my soft and milky skin as I squirmed under his touch.
The sensation of sparks coursing through every bone in my body, and my moans and gasps escaped my lungs, filling the air. I heard Killian’s lustful growls, as he traced his hands over my full breasts and circled my pink nipples.
I released another moan, feeling my need for him grow stronger. My hands were digging deeper into the back of his large body, beads of sweat on my skin.
Killian’s sweet lips trailed kisses down my slender stomach, journeying down to my pubic bone. His dark, lustful gaze met mine. It regarded my naked body like it was a temple that needed to be worshiped, a gift that was meant to be adored.
I flushed at his stare. He climbed up to my body, sucking every inch of it, taking his time to savor every part of my body. I felt Killian’s hardness at my warm entrance. I was ready to accept him. I could feel the whole of him inside of me.
Killian leaned down to kiss my lips, taking my face in his hands as he began to move painfully slowly inside me. I groaned, feeling the pleasure that began to build within me.
Killian pulled away to gaze down at me as my moans grew louder with the pace of his thrust.
“Killian,” I breathe out his name, and I feel myself growing closer with pleasure exploding within me.
“Sheila,” he moaned against my lips, and I cried out as we both found our release. He fell beside me, scooping me into his arms. The spark that ignited at the contact of our bodies felt so surreal. But I knew better. This was only a dream.
“Wakey wakey!” A familiar voice sounded not too far from me. It was Morgan, the stranger that saved me from the rogues who tried to attack me last night.
“I’m awake,” I yawned, physically waking up from my sleep. It was already dawn, and the sun was radiating in all its full glory.
“You sure do sleep a lot.” Morgan smiled, putting out the fire from last night. “Having a good dream? Are you?” He asked with a laugh.
I fought the blush that nearly exposed me. “Much more like a horrible nightmare, honestly,” I lied, the details of my dream still vivid in my mind. It was a pleasant dream.
Oh, goddess, I’m still in the forest and I bet Killian has already noticed my absence and he and his pack are already scouting all over the place. Well, that would be if he even cares. What if he is even thrilled at the idea of my escape? That would hurt.
“Sheila, don’t think about that; all you need to do is get far away from here and forget about him!” I scolded my thoughts mentally.
“A nightmare? Tell me more about it on the way,” Morgan said, looking around, trying to figure out the fastest route to take to get out of here. Probably.
“Where do we go from here?” I asked, now standing and facing him.
