The Love of a Werewolf

Chapter 8

The howls of the pack rip through the air as they fight to defend their land from rogue wolves. Children are locked away in bunkers, as the adults fight. Altheia forced her way to the front lines, refusing Ethan's offer to stay with the children. Altheia isn't a coward, and she will never be a coward, especially when it comes to fighting.

Her wolf stirs in her, the call of war and the rich smell of blood, causing her mind to fog over. We must protect our land. Our people. Our mate. Her wolf is chanting this. A deafening howl escapes her and then she's fully transformed into a beast.

Her fur is a golden color, with light streaks of silver. Her eyes a jet black. She's tall, taller than any female wolf should be. Her razor-sharp teeth, dripping with saliva as she lets her beast take over, trusting her expertise in this area.

One by one, she sees the rogue wolves fall down, dead within an instant. Her wolf cheers in joy as one after the other dies, uncaring of the blood she's covered in. She's unaware of Ethan's shocked gaze. He would've never thought she would look so beautiful and fierce at a time like this. Others stop and stare as she works her way through a large pack of wolves as if they're nothing but paper. Shredding their bones as if it's a twig.

Altheia lets out a final howl, warning others to stay away and for her pack to come out since it's safe. Ethan feels that same fuzzy feeling as he takes her in. She's not as innocent as she looks. Altheia snaps her gaze to Ethan and bows her head slightly. She changes back into her human form, unbothered by the blood dripping down her body.

She's naked and she's beautiful. Her body is that of a goddess. It's tone and has muscles in all the right places. Her breasts are perky and small, but they jiggle slightly as she walks. Ethan's mouth goes dry as he takes in her hard nipples. He continues his exploration of her. She has a small trimming of hair on her sex, and Ethan is ready to jump on her, but they aren't married yet.

On her hips lay a string of pale pink beads and a string of golden beads, that make a soft clink as she walks closer to him. Ethan can feel his cock hardening and he does nothing to hide it. She will be my wife, after all, Ethan thinks to himself, when Altheia is right in front of him, he continues to gaze at her.

Splatters of blood on her face and she looks beautiful, as she stares up at him innocently, both unmoving, just taking each other in.

Ethan can still feel the aura of dominance radiating off of her and he submits easily to her demand, baring his neck and allowing her to scent him, and he does the same for her. This is the closest they have been and it's mainly due to Ethan pushing her away.

Her brown skin glistens under the artificial light, and Ethan continues to admire her. He raises his palm, placing it on her cheek and she places a soft kiss on it, making his heart stutter. "Let's go, my queen." He murmurs and she nods, taking the hand offered to her, as they head back silently to their chambers.

The baths have already been prepared, so they head to the shower, together, to rinse off quickly before getting into the milk, honey, and lavender bath. The bathtub is more like a pool, but they refuse to separate, staying embraced in each other's arms. Altheia hums softly, as she feels Ethan relax further into her.

Ethan isn't what she thought he would be. She expected a cruel man, but he's just a man yearning for love, and the worst part is that he doesn't even know that that's what he wants. Altheia runs her nimble fingers through his locks, detangling them gently.

She never expected them to hold a conversation longer than five minutes, but here they are, wrapped in each other's arms, in his pool-style tub. Altheia continues to hum, feeling Ethan place a gentle kiss on her collarbone. "What are you doing to me, my Queen?" Ethan whispers against her skin.

"What do you mean, my King?" Her voice comes out just as soft as his.

"You make my heartbeat faster than normal. You mess with my head. I don't know why that is though." She can hear the confusion in his voice, and she wants to sigh sadly.

"I'm sure you'll figure out why you're feeling these emotions." That is all she says. Yes, she feels the same way, but it's not up to her to tell him what he's feeling.

Ethan pulls her out of the tub, gently drying her off and hydrating her brown skin. His eyes light up as he watches her braid her hair before putting on another bonnet, this one is yellow instead of pink. She takes out the pink one and places it on his head. "Let's head to bed," Ethan murmurs and Altheia gives him a nod, stifling her yawn as she places her hand in his. "G'night."

"Good night, Ethan." She murmurs, falling asleep against his chest.