Whispers of Hope- Book # 3 (Mated Hearts Series) Complete

Chapter 26 (Zach)

“Whispers of Hope”

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Chapter 26 (Zach)

It was official.  My father had bared his neck in submission and I had won.  I was now the undeniable Alpha of the Martin Pack.  As true Alpha I could now lawfully challenge Sergio for the right to keep my mate.  We would do battle at a Machta in front of his own people. 

I was more than determined to win that next battle or else I would die trying.  As long as a hint of breath remained in my body; Marissa would always be mine.

Breathing heavily from the exertion of the fight with my father I started to feel the rise of a strange fiery need within me.  It was an intense hunger bubbling deep in my groin.  An overwhelming urge to show my mate exactly who her new Alpha was.  

These feelings clawed at me like sharp talons digging unmercifully into my gut.  I had to get to her, be with her, in her, any which way possible.  It wasn't a might or a maybe.  It was a must do, right now.

Lifting my head I howled up to the Moon Goddess, officially proclaiming my title as the Alpha Male.  Afterwards I dropped my head back down and surveyed the members of the pack meeting each and every one, eye to eye.  Once I was fully acknowledged as their new Alpha I stepped away from my father and took a moment to close my eyes.  For several long minutes I just sat there taking in long deep breaths but the more that I inhaled the more the aching need strengthened.  

Her scent was there, surrounding me in every direction.  It was stronger than any kind of aphrodisiac that one could imagine.  The strawberry enhanced aroma hit me hard and it hit me fast.  All I could feasibly think about was the actual claiming of my mate.  It was a primal instinct that I couldn’t fight nor deny.  

Whipping my head to the side I spotted the target, my mate.    

Mate.  That one word floated through my mind in the slightest of whispers.  

Marissa stood there on all fours just a few feet away staring back at me through the dark inky black eyes of her wolf.  Our gazes locked and it was like the entire world around me  had disappeared.  It was only Marissa and I and this craving that was eating at me with the fierceness of a Category four hurricane. It was building and churning and closely bordering along the lines of uncontrollable and intolerable; possibly even tipping the scales of insanity.
 

Her white pelt gleamed brightly under the moon light.  As pure at the first winter snow, it covered her wolf body in a blanket of soft fur that I wanted to take my precious time and nuzzle it with my snout.  She was the sweetest of temptations, a forbidden fruit to be devoured and more importantly she was irrevocably mine.  

All mine.  I would not and could not conceivaby ever let her escape me.

Never again would she leave me.  

The hunger suddenly grew more intense.  My mouth that was previously as dry as the Arizona desert began to water at the very thought of her blood, her warm sweet essence running down my throat as I held her still with my jaws underneath me.  

My vision tunneled and had lost all remnants of color with the exception of various shades of red hues rimming the outlines of figures.  My breaths started to come in quick pants as the anticipation built.  The tension between my mate and I began to mount until I couldn‘t wait a second longer.   I had lost my last strings of humanity, I was now purely wolf.  A dominant male wolf only seeking his fated mate.

Slowly I began to stalk towards her with only one thing on my mind.  

Claiming.  A primal ritual that would assure my wolf that she was truly ours.  It was all carnal instinct.  All aniamalistic desire.