Chapter 9 0Chapter 7

That claim he laid before his brain even registered it, told him more than any seer ever will that she is his mate. He froze.

Suddenly, everything is starting to make better sense to him; his agitation when she was attacked, why he wasn't able to leave her in that restroom, why his other halves are so relaxed and contented with anything about her-including her smell of death and liquor. Finally, it makes sense why his body is reacting to hers, and why her arousal is threatening to drive him insane.

"Hell." This is not happening.

"Heaven." She drawled, oblivious of the battle the Alpha male on top of her is fighting.

He rose from her completely. Is this some kind of sick joke from the heavens? The moon goddess? His mountain lion roared in denial and rage.

Ismena began pulling her shirt up and her movements caught his eyes. "What do you think you're doing?"

Brown eyes narrowed seductively, "I feel hot. You are hot." Arms spread wide, a full grin split her lips, "I say we come together and set the bed ablaze! What do you say?"

"I say no." He gritted his teeth when his wolf clawed angrily in protest.

"Oops. You sure you don't wanna see this body?" Her arms gestured to her body, "You suuuure? You gonna regreeeeet this decision in the morning, Big Bad Wolfeeeee!" She sang.

"You will regret it more, female. You are not in your right mind."

"The best decisions are not made in the right mind."

He shook his head, turned and stalked into the bathroom to clear his head.

In there, he reined in his beasts as best as he could, gritting his teeth. His fingers on the counter tightened. The mountain lion is striving to take form. He cannot let it. He has never been so out of control in a long time.

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Minutes later, with some form of control reinstated, he tried to survey his situation rationally.

He has found his mate and she is dying. And she is non-changeling.

Memories filled his head of a time he wishes never to remember ever again. After all these years, the pain is still deeply ingrained in him. The reason why his mountain lion is more feral than any other changeling's in Naturiah and his wolf is the most séxually insatiable, rough and fierce.

How does he handle this? Can he handle this?

Few minutes later, he came out expecting to see her sleeping because of the silence of the bedroom, but she was awake. She smirked at the sight of him. "You are back."

"I do not have the intentions of taking a mate or having a child, least of all not a non-changeling mate because I have no liking for them, and most especially, not one who's drunk, sassy and a trouble magnet." The woman is a complete opposite of him.

Ismena isn't understanding half of the words coming out from the man's mouth. "Can you at least speak English?" She slurred.

"You are very drunk, you will pass out here. Once you go to sleep and wake up late tomorrow morning. I will inform Cronus, Josiah and Alphose to come check you out for compatibility." But even without the snarl from his wolf, he knows it's a futile attempt. The woman is his mate.

"Check me out?" snorts, "Ain't a damn piece of meat, big guy." Hiccups, "Don't tell me you want to sell me to these men? Amma veeeery veeeery tough girl. Will beat them up and run away."

"Like you did tonight?" He remembered her attacker's broken hand, and the other man was wobbling slightly on his feet. Definitely a tough female.

The wolf approved too, his mountain lion roared again. He gritted his teeth.

"Yeah, yeah. Thank you for saving my life, bud."

"After tonight, we will not be seeing each other again. Our paths will not cross again." That is the best way to handle this, by making sure they do not cross paths again. He will make sure of that.

Does the man know he is pacing the floor in that slow, steady steps of his? Her eyes watched him like a hawk. Bidding her time... Waiting...

He reached the the foot of her bed, she rose suddenly, grabbed hold of his arm and tugged again. Hard.

He didn't move an inch. Instead, he arched his brow at her. "What do you think you're doing?"

"My dark knight in frowning armor," Her pink tongue darted out and licked her lips, "What do you say, we have séx? Right now?"

The proposition so unexpected threw him off guard. The control he managed to hold onto slipped from his fingers, and he found himself battling waves of séxual urges.

His other halves-including the mountain lion-are definitely on board with the preposition, they are battling him fiercely.

With him thrown off-guard, she rose slightly, grabbed hold of his arm and tugged hard. He fell on top of her again, breaking his fall just like the first time.

"Yay!!" She screamed in victory. Arms and legs shot out, wrapped around him again and squeeeeeeeeeezed, doing her best to hold him captive. "So, what's it gonna be, Big Bad Wolfe? We having séx? Let's lit this bed on fire!"

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"Damn it, female!" He growled as he suddenly found himself surrounded by femininity and softness so intoxicating, he díck thickened and hardened.

His claws slipped out, his eyes turned from blue to amber-gold-the eye of the wolf. Shit, his wolf is so close to the surface.

Dang, the man is huge but he feels heavenly. Ismena giggled, staring up at him, "What is it, Frown Face? You have gone all stiff on me," she needs to see him a little bit clearer though, her eyes' all blurry.

"Don't. You. Dare. Move." A slight movement from her, her lower body will connect with his and he has the feeling that the last shred his control will be shot to dust.

She frozen instantly, "Oops, that was terrifying as fúck. Do you go around scaring children like that?"

Head lowered further, he swiped his tongue to her neck.

"Mmh, I like, I like, do that again. You say to stop, yet you lick my neck." Soft fingers rubbed his muscled arm, "If that isn't mixed signals, I don't know what is, Big Bad Wolfe."

He blinked his eyes closed and tried to shave off the cougar's basic instincts to kill and destroy and the wolf's basic instincts to take, to fúck, to dorminate.

The female is already standing at death's door. If I put my hands on her, I'll be shoving her through that door faster than lightening, so get the fúck down, he barked to his other half.

Not that he ever has the intentions of fúcking the female even if she isn't at death's door because she's drunk and drugged. Most especially, she is human.

"Can't I move...? At least a little?" She pouted, "I've got an inch that needs to be scratched."

"You can't." He barked.

"Oops, I almost died!" She stilled again, cringing at the bark, and anger in his voice. Wait, is there lust there too?

Wolfariane's harsh breathings filled the air. It took longer than necessary before he was able to get himself under control. When he did, he carefully extracted himself from her.

But, not before she saw...

Ismena's eyes widened to round saucers, "Please tell me that THAT isn't what I think it is?" She pointed at his part of him in his pants that has thickened in fierce arousal.

He ignored her, pulling himself away from her completely and rose to his feet.

"Holy waters...!" She swallowed, "Never knew your gender can park something that size!"

"I am not a human male, female."

She scoffed, "Yeah right. So what are you? A rat male?"

He looked absolutely insulted. "A rat male is no predator, and no comparison."

Ismena just shook her head, her eyes still in THAT part of him, "Mehn-Oh-Mehn, this is huge. Bet, it will be a work of art too. Take off your clothes, let me see-"

The screeching of a cellphone suddenly exploded in the air. Wolfariane was all too happy to reach into his pocket and withdraw his cellphone, to see Alphose number appearing in the screen.

"Stay right here." Command thrown out, he picked the call, placed it to his ear and walked back to the bathroom.

"Yes sir!" Ismena saluted his back as he walked away.

In the bathroom, Wolfariane listened while Alphose explained the reasons why he wasn't able to arrive at the club on time, the problems he encountered with Josiah and how solving them is taking up most of his time.

"Once I'm done, I will be on my way to the nightclub. I apologize once again, Alpha King-"

"I understand you, Alphose. But do not come to the nightclub for I am not there anymore." He stated.

"Oh, okay. Where are you? I will meet you there as soon as I can."

Wolfariane took two steps to the door of the bathroom and looked into the bedroom. Ismena has passed out cold on the bed, sound asleep. "Meet me in Naturiah."

Alphose was too stunned at the other end of the line to speak. When he did, he cleared his throat, "In our land?"

"Yes."

"But, we haven't finished with the businesses we have here in the non-changeling world." His bafflement was clear.

"We will come back, but I need to go back." His eyes remained on the female, "I am too out of control to remain here." He admitted at last.

"You?" Alphose wasn't expecting that. Wolfariane is the most controlled changeling in Naturiah, "Did something happen?"

"It is a long story. You can take the next available flight to our boarders, but I'll take a run. You can meet me in my home."

"You'll run all the way home? That bad?" Worry dripped from Alphose's voice.

"That bad."

"Which one? The wolf or the cougar?"

"Both. For different reasons." Wolfariane replied simply, "If I don't return, I will be hurting non-changelings." Or one female in particular. He left that part unsaid.

"Of course, Alpha King. I understand. I will meet you in Naturiah as quick as I can."

Wolfariane hung up the phone and stepped further into the bedroom, staring at the woman curled into herself on the bed. Sound asleep, she looks smaller, her features delicate and relaxed like a child's.

But, there's nothing childlike about her lush curvy body and her drunk personality. She is too beautiful. His mate.

Brows furrowed, his head narrowed to the side. His attraction for the woman is too strong, the best way to avoid her is never to cross paths with her again.

Then, he turned and strutted out of the bedroom.