As the years went by Aiden was never mature enough to run the pack properly and mate with me. I still loved him and took care of him until the very end. I let my lineage die with me instead of taking on a she wolf to carry my pups. I didn't ever want to hurt Aiden in any way. I felt a heavy loss at the idea of never having pups but it would dissapear the instant my eyes rested on my mate. The pack treated Aiden well upon arrival but he never got over his anxiety of crowds so he only met those closest to me. I liked to think he actually cared for my mother a lot even if he was still shy around her. He refused to attend her funeral but cried a lot.
Now at the age of ninety-two I looked down at the small picture of my mate as I laid on my death bed. It was of him and I at our thirtieth anniversary. He was smileing happily without a care in the world.
"I'm coming for you Aiden. I'll find you just like when we first met." I croaked out on my last breath. The darkness quickly took over and I closed my eyes for good.
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Erotic Wolf
Short StoryShort stories I've been throwing around in my head but domt have the energy to make into an actual book. If you like one in particular I might add on to it let me know.
