My Sunflower My Universe//(Completed)

Chapter 1

"Oh goooooosh please don't stop!"
Heavy breathing, groans and moans filled up the room that is only being lit by the moonlight sipping in from the two big open windows. Two bodies were in the room, tangled up in a passionate dance, pressed so hard against one another as if they were trying to become one. The Light white curtains floating in the air from the cool breeze coming in wasn't helping with the heat in the room whatsoever. More specifically the bed.

The sound of a torn zipper ripped through the night. Pants went flying wherever, soon to follow some boxers. A magnificent dick was finally freed already oozing of precum. A pair of lips found its purpose and hungrily wrapped itself around the rock hard throbbing cock. Moving up and down the length, while the tongue inside was doing its own magical shit.
"Mmm... I can't take it anymore...let me fuck your mouth..."
He lifts his head up from the pillows to look at the man who is driving him crazy, holding his head down in place with his fingers intertwined within the silky smooth jet black hair, and mercilessly starts thrusting harder and faster.

No gagging reflex huh... Danm !
His mouth is sooo warm, feels like it's made just for my...
"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH... WTF ???"

THUD!

"DANM it! This freaking dream again!!! Why do I keep dreaming about a man with no face? Most importantly, how was he able to give me a blowjob without a mouth? Yup, that's the important question I must ask. Smh... Ugh... I really need to find my mate."

He slowly gets off the floor, feeling a dull pain in his back after falling so hard from the bed. Still don't know how he managed to fall from this bed, A whole family can fit on it. That was some dream though, he can't help to think with a small chuckle.

With nothing on but a now wet underwear, he heads into the bathroom for a long cold shower. He first looks at himself in the mirror. Bed Hair, face and chest still flushed from his dream. His chiseled abs and lean hard muscles were glistening with the sweat over them. He was hot. I mean as a werewolf he always runs hot... And yes dang it, he WAS hot and he knew it.

He furiously stroked his hands on his face a couple of times, as if to help him get fully awake and jumps starts his brain again. Looking at his reflection, he was starting to feel a bit down.
"What's the game plan Tharn, he whispered to himself. How are you going to find him?"
His heart is now aching. He doesn't know if his mate will be a man or not, but he has a feeling it would be male.

At 25, most on his pack would already find their mates. Even if they were from far away. There's usually this faint pull, like a really really small compass lodge in your gut that would usually nudge you in the right direction to find your fated one.

Tharn couldn't feel his. His wolf, Tul, couldn't sense it neither. But giving up was not an option. After all this wasn't just about him. The fate of his people depended on it. For he is the son of the King Alpha. Unfortunately though, he wasn't the first born. His brother Thorn held this prestigious position.

Usually, the first born would automatically be the successor once the King Alpha dies or relinquished his throne. But my wise father thought differently.

"Prove to me that you are worthy of this crown, and it will be yours. When you came out of your mother's vagina is not a prerequisite to getting the job!" He bellowed.

Those words still echoed in Tharn's mind.
So everyday he worked his butt off to prove himself. His people loved him, respected him and feared him. But they also knew he was fair and kind so if someone is being punished, they deserved it. Same could not be said about his brother Thorn. Even as a child he was unusually cruel. Animals would be found dead around him constantly, because "I just wanted to see their insides" he would claim.

So very early on, our father knew he couldn't pass it on to him. But for the sake of not looking too bias, for centuries of tradition sake, for me to ever be the successor he came up with some... conditions.

"We are running out of times Tul." Sigh