Agony

Her Vile Touch {2}

~Picture of Kayla~

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Joy is a term I have never experienced. It's a beautiful idea but I do not remember a time that I have ever felt this way before in my life. My life has been overflowing with war, anger, death, and pain.

Becoming an Alpha means you have responsibility for your pack. Your pride, joy, pain, and sorrow, aren't important and do not belong in a pack. No matter how horrible you are feeling the pack comes first, you're mate leads the pack with you and you should be equals.

You should never put your mate above or below the pack. It is your duty as alpha to take care of them both because the alpha is not above the pack, he just leads it. The alpha guides and the pack follows suit. The alpha, the luna, and the pack are equal, so the alpha and the luna can not burden the pack with their emotions, a good alpha would understand that.

I found somebody to bare my first child, her name is Kayla. At first, I thought she would be too shy and selfish, but then she proved to be a very decent candidate to be the Luna. With a couple of lessons to boost her confidence, and plenty of tests to see if she was selfless enough. If the test was graded, Kayla would have gotten a B plus.

I have had unprotected sex with Kayla multiple times and I've finally gotten her pregnant. Yes, that whole statement sounds gross, wrong, and demeaning to women everywhere. However, I can't think of our sexual lives as anything but transactional. Kayla isn't just a tool in my life to use so she'll get pregnant, she is my friend. I trust her and I love her, but not more than in a friendly way. She romantically loves me, and although I should have just told her about my situation and asked her for help, I didn't. People do things they know they shouldn't just for the heck of it and I plan to speak to Kayla about this as well, after my child is born and I know she won't leave with my son.

Werewolves only have one mate and once you lay eyes on them, the feeling is euphoric, it's something that not even I can explain.

You're soul binds with them, the urge to sink your canines into your mate's neck to mark your mate and let everyone know that they are your companion in life. The feeling is so strong that most werewolves canines start to lengthen by themselves, and when you wait to mark your mate, the lust and love that you feel is like a dam and is when some wolves do a mating ceremony, a wedding except a bit more intense, you mark your mate instead of kissing at the end of the ceremony. After that, it's like the damn breaks. That person is like a drug, it's a really powerful feeling that usually turns into making love. A term I don't use casually, sleeping with your mate isn't just sex. It's love, souls binding together for eternity. Even when you die these two mates are in heaven, bound together.

Sparks dance on your skin when you touch, and it spreads like wildfire throughout your whole body.

Whenever someone other than your mate tries to touch you romantically, whether you initiated it or not your body will reject it. Your body will start to burn, it's pure agony. Some people would say that having a soul mate is just another way of saying love at first sight, which degrades the whole process of a soul mate. Your other half sees into your soul.

This burning passion emits between two mates, they aren't in it for the beauty. Your souls recognize each other, your soul pushes to be with them. They see more than beauty, more than lust, you see them.

Loving your mate is inevitable it doesn't matter what you look like, or what they do. You fall in love with their smile or their laugh. The way they speak, you fall in love with them quicker than you could ever fall in love with someone in your entire existence because they were meant for you. It doesn't matter if they aren't attractive, they will be to you.