Instinct

Instinct

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[ wolvesafterdark contest entry ] ** in - stinct n. an innate, typically fixed pattern of behavior in animals in response to a certain stimuli ** Thea was born into a high-ranked family. Her father was the Beta for the last Alpha, and her mother was the daughter of a Beta from another Pack. Thea knew what the consequences of denying her wolf meant; to deny her wolf is to deny her whole self, a consequence that she had chosen to embrace full-heartedly. She never had a choice. Thea knew that she was losing herself, and that she couldn't do anything to stop it. It killed her brother Rhys to see his baby sister like this. He knew that the only way to get her to reunite with her wolf would be to reunite her with the one who started this all, Alpha Alastair. --- It had killed Alastair when he found out that his mate was Thea. He fell in love with her when they were pups, constantly finding themselves in the most amusing troubles as they ran off together. But she had problems, problems that not even he could handle. She was cursed, everyone in the Pack knew it. The moon under her neck gave it away, and nobody knew what exactly it entailed, let alone how to cure it. Having a mate was not in the cards that the goddess had dealt him, so how could they possibly have been matched? He had never said his rejection out loud, so their wolves were still connected. Alastair's wolf was slowly going insane. Forget about this goddess-damned curse. He felt like a caged animal, and when Rhys came to him with his plan to get Thea back Scott was overjoyed. His wolf was hungry and only a certain she-wolf could sedate his carnal needs... Her instinct told her to run, his instinct told him to chase.
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Book completed✓ Kyle, compassionate human being tragically made beast by the one he loved most, betrayal it was. Resentment he felt, ashamed and disappointed of not being one to die rather than live the Werewolf disease. Years later, anguish of yearning to be reunited with the one person his heart thumped for. Full moon after full moon, agony of the breaking of each bone he endured. Blacking out during every shift, only waking to learn of harmful acts he'd done. Then he was presented with the chance to go back home. There he found her... His Jordan. Though it were perfect in the beginning, it took a turn for his wolf. His malicious wolf who wanted nothing than to punish Kyle and love Jordan. Still, this had not been the only problem. Kyle was wanted, by two Alphas and both banked on his love for Jordan as key to their ulterior motives. *-* He growled, stopping proved inexorable. He hadn't wanted to stop but Kyle was pounding in the back of his mind wanting so. He hadn't been disgusted, no but greatly jealous. The jealousy amused Merle. His thumb pressed on Jordan's lip prompting her to release his lips from her teeth. He stared into her eyes, and he didn't need to know what she was thinking because he felt it and oh was it strong. So quickly she became aroused for him. Her eyes glazed with want. Yearning for their hot bodies to be against each other. Wanting to explore, to know how he felt. Even though he shared Kyle's body, they did not share the same motives when it came to love making. He would make her feel things Kyle himself couldn't. Impossible, things that would be considered fictive, incredulous. She would beg for more. Oh yes, he would make her beg. But maybe another time. "If you keep staring at me like that love, I doubt we will last a second without our clothes being discarded. Then another second, you would be screaming and leaking all over me." He hummed, licking his lips. "What a wonderful thing it would be" He smirked.

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