Alpha's Human Mate

Chase Around

Upon arriving at the packhouse, Gulf slowly edged out of the car, moving as if planning to escape his mate. Ironically, that's exactly what he did the moment he entered the hall.

As Gulf sprinted for his life, he took a wrong turn and ended up in Mew's home office. Hearing the sounds of footsteps approaching, he charged inside, gripping the doorknob while glancing back at Mew, who stood smirking at the end of the hall. He rushed into the room but halted abruptly at the horrific scene before him.

Gulf charged fully into the room and slammed the door shut just as the pack slut flipped her hair and stood up, presenting herself in an attempt to seduce him, oblivious to the fact that it was Gulf, not Mew, who stood before her.

"Don't worry, Alpha, I'll satisfy you real good and no one has to know," the pack slut purred before turning to look at her supposed target, Mew.

As she turned around, her face drained of colour upon locking eyes with Gulf's furious expression.

"Gu-Gulf?" asked the pack slut, her voice a mix of disbelief and panic.

"I-I-I'm so sorry, Gulf, I-I-I..." she stuttered, frantically grabbing at her clothes.

"What a bloody whore! You think you can satisfy my mate? MINE! I WILL RIP YOU APART!" Gulf yelled, glaring at her with murderous intent.

"Stupid slut! Trying to seduce my man? That's my job, you witch! I can satisfy my mate until he begs for more!" Gulf ranted as the pack slut darted out of the room, propelled by fear.

Gulf huffed angrily at her retreating figure. Turning around, he found Mew smirking, eyes pitch black, which made him involuntarily shiver with desire.

Gulf swallowed hard as his mind raced, yelping in surprise and nearly knocking himself over at the office desk.

"Mate? Mew? Tharn?" Gulf stuttered as Tharn stalked towards him, predatorily.

"Tharn?" Gulf repeated, a grin breaking out as he realised he guessed correctly.

"You see, erm, you overheard nothing. I mean, you heard entirely incorrectly. Nothing at all," Gulf babbled desperately, attempting to slip past him.

As he neared the exit, intent on bolting from the room, Mew swooped in, catching him effortlessly without breaking a sweat.

'This damn werewolf and his incredible speed,' Gulf cursed in his head.

"Seems like someone has a dirty mind," Tharn purred deliberately in a low voice, causing Gulf to shiver a little, though he attempted to play it cool.

"Mew~," Gulf sighed, trying to divert the situation.

"No Mew here, mate," Tharn replied, smirking as he pulled Gulf back into the room and slammed the door shut.

"I know, I was just answering your question," Gulf smirked slyly.

"What I meant was that Mew has a shitload of dirty thoughts," Gulf added, feeling the wall against his back as he faced Tharn.

"Tharn," Gulf said, grabbing his arms in a bid to push him away.

"Hmm," Tharn replied in a low, raspy voice, relishing the skin-to-skin contact.

'For heaven's sake! I can feel him stirring,' Gulf cursed inwardly.

'Nong, you arsehole, don't wake up now. Don't you dare get hard!' he screamed internally as he wrestled with his own desires.

Gulf then concocted a brilliant plan to create just enough space to bolt out of the room, leaving Tharn to deal with his own predicament alone.

Slowly and gently, he rubbed his thigh against Mew's burgeoning desire, eliciting a deep growl from Tharn. However, Gulf's clever plan misfired as Mew pinned him against the wall, trapping him further.

'Fuck, this isn't going to plan at all,' Gulf cursed internally, scrambling for a new idea.

"Let my hand go and I'll help you," Gulf offered with a cheeky smile at his mate, fully aware of Mew's raging desire.

Tharn hesitated for a moment, clearly debating with himself. After a few seconds, he let go of Gulf, his gaze burning with intensity.

Gulf smirked as he pulled Tharn over to the sofa, pushing him down in a way that hinted at his intentions for a more intimate encounter. Tharn's heart raced with delight at what he perceived to be Gulf's playful suggestion. He slumped into the sofa, gazing at his mate, who was licking his lips in a decidedly distracting manner.

'Now's my chance!' Gulf exclaimed inwardly, before bolting out of the room, leaving Tharn alone and very much aroused. Gulf sprinted for his life, dodging pack members like a figure skater who had just discovered a new lease on life, his laughter echoing madly as he raced toward their bedroom. He slammed the door shut behind him, locking it with a sense of urgency, trying to calm his frayed nerves after the high-speed chase.

Slumped against the door, Gulf braced himself for the fury of Tharn as he began banging on it. "Mate, don't play this game. You'll fail miserably!" Tharn warned playfully, his tone teasing yet laced with promise.

'What the hell have I done?!' Gulf cursed himself for not thinking through his actions.

"Here's a suggestion, mate: be a good boy and open the door for us," Tharn growled playfully, his voice thick with mischief.

At the sound of Tharn's growl, Gulf instinctively backed away from the door, convinced that opening it would spell his doom. Instead, he leaped onto the bed, wrapping himself in a blanket cocoon as if it were his final defence. 'What have I done?! Mae Pho, come and rescue me! I don't want to be impaled by his massive... Wait! Why on earth am I thinking about his massive cock?' Gulf pondered in a spiral of self-inflicted madness, eventually drifting off to sleep against his will.

Meanwhile, Mew used the spare key he'd hidden at his office to enter the room, only to find an adorably cocooned Gulf buried under a blanket. With a soft smile, he walked over and planted a gentle kiss on Gulf's forehead before exiting the room to return to his paperwork, leaving Gulf blissfully unaware of the impending chaos.