Born Wild

sensitive

MAINE 

For the past 3 days, I have isolated myself in my chambers. I refuse to pretend to be happy and play family with pack of savages. All the communication I receive is whenever females come in to give me food, as instructed by their alpha. As well as when the time Megan knocked trying to convince me to leave my room. She failed tremendously. I refuse to be submissive to that male, my mate.

Here I am, in my comfortable bed staring at the ceiling for God knows how long now. Hours have passed since the sun has set, putting the world in a pause as darkness creeps in. I look over to the window and watch as the moon shines brightly, oh I wish that there will be a light in the end of this long dark tunnel.

The last I've seen of my mate was during that dreadful lunch. After that, he left and ever since then, I have not seen him nor his shadows in this pack house. A part of me wants this male near, however I know it's better to keep that distance. I need to create a bigger distance.

"I need something to do or else I'll go mad" I tell whisper to myself. Deciding to just take a warm bath to ease my tense muscles. I fill the tub with warm water and wait for it to be filled past halfway and poured soap in to create bubbles. I lower myself down onto the bathtub and close my eyes. This is too good.

I am disturbed from my peace when heard the bathroom door being slammed open. My eyes opened in instinct, and I jolt forward. I look over to the door to see Blade taking hard breathes as his hand grips the door handle so tightly his knuckles have turned white. His eyes pure red looking at me, his wolf. I try to cover myself and gather the remaining bubbles and placed them strategically around my chest.

"What the fuck are you doing Blade?" I look at him, shock evident in my face. Why would he just come in like that, doesn't he know how to knock? Instead of answering my question he growls lowly.

"Don't say my name like that, mate" he threatens me, not from anger. I couldn't pinpoint where his frustration came from, so I sniff the air and I smell something so sweet and heavenly. My male's lust. My eyes instinctively moved from his eyes to where his manhood lies, perfectly hidden by his black jeans. I know he feels discomfort by the way his manhood is being strained, if only I could somehow ease his pai-. I shake my head from these thoughts.

"You need to leave now Blade!" With that he slams the door closed but he remains on the other side, breathing heavily. I get out from the bathtub and grab the white bath robe and cover myself. I make no effort to look presentable. I simply tuck my long black hair behind my ears and place it at the back still dripping wet and face him. "You can't just enter my bathroom like that, let alone my bedroom" my voice loud and clear. "You have no right to do that! Northerners really are savages!" my words laced with hatred.

BLADE

I was quick with my action. Next thing she realizes, her front his pressed up against the wall, both hands behind her back being engulfed with my left hand, my right hand grip her wet hair and her left cheek against the cold wall. I push my body against her, holding her where she is.

"Didn't I tell you that I do not take disrespect to my pack lightly?" I look down to look at her face, her neck angled to the left. Maine hisses in response and I don't lessen the pressure I put in; it remains the same. She needs to understand that any form of disrespect towards me will be dealt with, severely. "You don't listen well my mate, or should I address you as a filthy rogue?" I let the weight of my words hang. Just as I expect, it triggers her wolf. She thrashes against me, trying her best to free herself, but I am stronger. Her eyes are now a shade of bright yellow just like a field of dandelions. I hear her threatening growls deeply coming from her chest. She is warning me.

"If you find me disrespectful alpha, then let me leave. My wolf doesn't agree with the goddess's choice of male for us. Very weak" she spits back. I know she is lying; I have felt her wolf yearning for my touch ever since I spotted her at the clearing. Yet I do not show my emotion, I will not give her that satisfaction.

The next thing I know is she sheds her skin and release her wolf. The action pushes me back, but I keep my balance. There she is, her beautiful white wolf. Her front paws and head low on the ground, read for an attack. I hold the stare of her wolf.

I observe her, she is larger than an average female wolf, but I can see her bones poking out. Her wolf is malnourished. Her canine teeth showing proudly as she growls as me, saliva dripping from her mouth. My mate is feral.

Out of nowhere she lunges at me, her teeth clearly aiming for my neck. She wants blood.

I catch her wolf's snout with both my hands and force it shut with impeccable force and with that momentum, I flip her wolf back. She lands on her underbelly, and I find myself above her. I swing my leg over her back and mount her wolf. I hold her head down with my forearms and I squeeze my legs together, putting force onto the sides of her chest. She howls in return. This punishment is widely known in this pack for correcting juvenile wolves. I am not impressed by how easily she is triggered; she is sensitive.

"Submit little wolf" I shout to her, but she snaps her teeth at me. A poor attempt to free herself from my hold. In response I squeezed my legs even tighter and pushed my forearm further into the back of her head. She wines in pain, but I can tell this female will not submit easily. Minutes that felt like hours have pass of me ordering for her to submit with her wolf's cries and wines fill the room. I feel her wolf's body relax, and her head turn to the side to show her neck. My mate is submitting.

I stand up while she lay on the floor and grabbed a blanket on her bed and turned back to her.

"Shift" my voice clear but all she does is wine.

"I said shift Maine, unless you want a repeat of what just happened" She knows my threats are not empty. She should've known better but clearly she needs to be taught correctly, I dont remember much of the eastern pack but I do remember father saying they have their own ways very much different to our pack.

With that her fur becomes skin and she lays on her stomach in front of me, tears fill her eyes. Ignoring the pang of guilt in my chest, I kneel to try and cover her body with the blanket, but she flinches as I approach her. I look towards the side of her chest, and I can see blue bruising starting to show, evident of her punishment.

I cover her body with the white blanket, and I hear her say "are you happy alpha?" Her voice void of emotion, she does not tremble as she speaks. Silent tears fall from her eyes as she questions me.

I do not reply to her, I kiss the top of her head and leave.