Wolf Ring Alpha (Wolves of Canada)(Hiatus)

Painful, Reluctant Goodbyes

A picture of human-form Andrew this time...damn, he's just as smexy as Blitz. XD And dont' judge me. I'm 14 and hormones are pretty damn strong around this age. Kay? Kay.

And I was thinking about making a sequel to this one, with Andrew and his mate. Comment and lemme know what you think, 'cause I'm not gonna make it if nobody wants it. Just a waste of the effort that could have gone to my other stories. So comment, kay?

And thank you for the votes! I nearly fell off my couch when I saw that most of my votes came from this story here. And to think I almost didn't even start it! Well, thank you so much, and I'm glad that you guys like this story!

Please feel free to message me if you ever want me to hurry up with a certain book, 'cause I'm all for it. I have a bad memory, so I sometimes forget about my other books and I need a push towards them to get working on them again.

~Rawiya

I saw the astonisment marr his perfect features for only a second before he seemed to come to a decision. Blitz's hands balled into fists, and he bit down on his bottom lip. I was filled with the insane urge to kiss him until he stopped all the damage he was doing to himself.

Go do it. My wolf. She had regained enough shreds of her sanity to scrap out a sentence, and it had to be that one?

Can't, I tell her. He's an Alpha of my rival Pack. I'm not going to go snog him just because you want me to.

It's not just me. You know you want to. True, but that didn't mean I was going to do it.

Now it was my turn to ball my fists as I resisted the tempting offer my wolf had put forth. If I kissed him, it would be just as mind-blowing and searing as the first time. And, I was pretty sure, would lead to a more-than-buddies kind of thing.

And, if I did that, my Beta would shit a literal brick. Tyrone would kill me if I slept with an Alpha who I had not Chosen to be my mate. No, he was more likely to try to kill the mate I slept with. But it wasn't like having sex was a big deal. At least, it didn't seem to be. Pack members were constantly going at it.

Espescially the Changers. A pair would shack up in their den and woulnd't emerge for days. I would, of course, order food be left at the doors, but most of the time it was ignored. I could not, however, have my warriors weakened, so if they didn't take the food, I would make them eat a lot after they finally couldn't do any more to one another and came out.

I shook myself out of my daze, to see the broad back of Blitz. The male who had passed me the clothes-a gorgeous (but not anywhere near hot enough to beat Blitz) brown-haired Beta-bowed to us as his Alpha began to walk back up the steps and seized Reece's collar. I could see by his face that he was fighting the pain of the silver.

I watched silently. Everything in me screamed at me to run to Blitz's arms, to forget everything I had once been. To lose myself. I bit by lip and lowered my head slightly so my ragged left-swept fringe could hide my watering eyes.

I was crying, I realized with horrible clarity. Crying. Over a male turning his back on me. A quiet sob erupted from my mouth, making Tyrone glance anxiously at me and Bitz's head snap around. I lifted my eyes so our gazes met. The instant he saw my tears, he swallowed, and turned back around, running a long-fingered, strong hand, hard with years of battle training, through his chocolate brown-laced blond hair, passing Reece's collar to the Beta.

I sniffled, and Tyrone pulled me closer. Angry (for some reason I wasn't sure of) I pushed him away and stalked up to Blitz. I made my bleary eyes focus on him, and I saw his teeth grind. He swallowed, and returned my gaze. I gave him a kiss-on the cheek.