Wolf Ring Alpha (Wolves of Canada)(Hiatus)

Bathtime

So yeah, I decided to put this one up, even though you guys were five votes short. So, in return, I expect and extra five votes on this chaptah. Kaay?

~Rawiya

Blitz

It had made me furious, when she said to call her Storme. That was the name that the human had given her. Granted, it was beautiful, and fit her well, as her temper was the stormiest of any female I'd ever met, but the wolf in me just couldn't accept that she was close with another male.

She was mine.

Gabela was made for me. I was made for her. So why did it piss me off so much that she was close with others, when I knew she would never love anyone like she loved me? And I knew she loved me, because I was her mate. She would have had the same reaction to me as I did to her.

Well, maybe not the same reaction, but she would still feel the desperate longing. The heat, and the insane pleasure even when we were just barely touching.

So why the hell had she locked herself in a bathroom as soon as her heat started, and no matter how hard I pleaded, insisted that I was to stay out. It was like being in hell, knowing she was in there, unconscious, but unable to do anything without possibly making her upset at me.

So I just sat there, sinking against the door, leaning my head back and splaying my legs. I could feel her, just behind the door, hear her even, deep breaths. And her scent...it drove me crazy. Like every scent I had ever smelled and enjoyed was embodied by a single entity. Every scent that teased my nose, made me want to hold my mate in my arms forever, she possessed.

It was a perfect blend. Sweet, but spicy and powerful, blunt and strong. Exactly like her. I closed my eyes, inhaling. Gabela. I wanted so much just to hold her in my arms, to Mark her, so no male would ever look her way again.

Wanted her to be just mine. Lock her away, let no male see her.

What a tempting thought that was. But I sincerely doubted that Gabela, the independent, strong-willed, beautiful Alpha female that she was, would agree. I took another deep breath of her scent, and gave up. I stood up, and rammed my shoulder into the door. My muslces twinged momentarily. I charged again.

It flew open, revealing Gabela curled on the floor, her heavy black hair splayed on the floor around her head like a dark halo. I knelt next to her prone body, my wolf and I reveling in the closeness we had been denied. The scent of her heat had faded-most likely because her wolf was unconscious as well.

Good. Then it wouldn't make me do anything she wasn't ready for. Her heat drove me ballistic, her scent pleasurably cloying. It did things to me that no other female had ever done before.

No doubt the wolf would wake soon, and I didn't know if I could resist her wolf's temptations. Unlike Gabela, her wolf would be all for mating and marking-as soon as possible. And this is where I was conflicted. On one hand, I would love nothing more than to join with her, to feel her legs around my waist, her voice, urging me on.

On the other hand, I would rather die than have her upset at me. And mating females without their permission usually made them mad. And I had no doubt whatsoever that Gabela would be upset. After all, she had not given me permission to Mark and Claim her, so why should she trust me?

The thought of her mistrusting me made me shudder in revulsion to the idea as I slipped an arm around her shoulders, and one under her knees. I lifted her off the floor. Gabela's head lolled backwards, her neck supported by my elbow. I pulled her close to my chest, planting a kiss on her forehead as i rose to my feet and carried her to her bed.