The first time Monica changed into a werewolf, she was afraid that she would kill those who were closest to her. She was surprised to find out that she only looked different and didn't actually think any differently at all.
Her screams tore through the winter night.
Nate...
She'd been dating him for nearly five years when she found out Nate Silver was a werewolf. They were high school sweethearts. She'd always fancied herself an extremely loyal partner to him, regardless of his occasional dark moments and after all, she wanted to marry him someday back at the day, scary monthly transformation or not. That fantasy of a happy ending was short-lived, when his beastly instincts took over, turning love into ownership and passion into an obsession. She asked for him to change her over. She yearned to, turn back the hands of the clock. When he refused, she snuck over to his house the night of a full moon.
The boy she had once loved, seemed somehow...diminished. The light in his eyes had dimmed.
Son of the moon.
Nate had surrendered to his wolf nature, rejecting his last remaining drop of humanity, and she tried to escape.
Ever since the realization, he had transformed her without her consent was enough of a beastly act. Now she had to trust the moon.
"You are mine Monica!" he roared in her direction.
She tried to push him away, but the werewolf gene was fresh in her blood, and he'd let it sink in for the past years. He was too strong. Trying to escape him by force would be a lost cause. She needed a more delicate approach.
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Monica, felt her body tremble as she looked up at her mate. This was no longer, her Nate. He was too tall, too violent, too dominant. His dangerous aura was clouding her senses, making it hard for her to think straight. She, felt the blood drain from her face, as this dark stranger, who had replaced her loved one. He was terrifying, as he took a menacing step towards her.
She let him mark her, just so he would release his control on her.
Legend passed on in the pack, claimed once on a blue moon, on all hallows eve, the curse of the moon children, lycanthropes such them could be lifted.
Monica just glared at him, as he completed the ritual of the marking and grabbed her hand pulling her into the woods.
"Where are you taking me?" She asked him after obediently following for a long while.
"To our home.'' He replied without, so much as a look in her direction.
"You mean Your home, because I live elsewhere, moreover, in the opposite direction!" She hissed.
"Oh, a feisty she-wolf! Lucky me!"
Her eyes closed at their own accrue, as she inhaled his intoxicating scent. Every fiber of him was intoxicating, demanding. He was radiating pure power, and thus her body was magnetically drawn to him, mirroring his movements.
Was she ready for this? To be a Beta? His jaw was clenched, his eyes darker than usual and his muscles were a mixture of tension and anticipation. He was just as affected by her. Never in her dreams, had she imagined leading a pack of wolves. Being a Beta, to an Alpha.
"You must have me confused with a pet of some sort because I belong to no one!"
"I don't need your permission you are marked. You are my mate!"
Monica looked around, searching for some sort of way out. Reading her thoughts, he pressed his body against hers, grabbing her arms so she could not oppose, and merged their bodies. She bit his lip, suddenly engulfed in his scent. His theft gently nibbled her ear.
'Mine! My Beta! My mate, by the Mother Blue Moon, you Monica are mine!" Unconsciously, she leaned towards him, head against his shoulder. "And you feel so good, match my flesh so naturally!"
Maybe surrendering to the masculine Alpha, wasn't such a torturous fate.
Monica's wolf-self was purring in pure delight, having his arms around her and lips exploring her curves. All she could think about was mating with her mate, letting him claim her over and over again.
"Why did you transform me?" She looked up at his face, getting ready to push him away.
She had accepted her fate.
Her eyes widened, as his mouth descended on hers. Something flickered in the depths of his eyes.
"To have you. To keep you, because I was already under your spell, you bewitched me.''
She couldn't shake the feeling, that every moment they'd shared was somehow precious and limited.
"I will stay, but on one condition. I don't want to be a Beta; I desire to be respected as your Alpha Mate.''
The All Hallows Blue Moon sealed her fate, binding their lives to the pack, to nature and the werewolf, moon children accords: Value family, be faithful to the pack, show no fear, lead your companions, leave your mark and trust your instincts in the dark.
The ceremony marked not Monica's escape from the pack, but her taking on their leadership.
Monica- The She-Wolf Alpha Mate of the Blue Moon wolf pack.
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