A slight moan came out of Clara's mouth as she tried to move. Her eyes opened slightly not knowing when she had fallen asleep. Her mind was a little fuzzy and her mouth was dry. She tried to stir herself to realize that there was a thick arm around her waist holding her still in place while something was still keeping her full.-Ugh- she protested, trying to break free, but a wave of pain surged through her and she heard a grunt behind her.The arm around her waist held her tighter in place as thick legs wrapped around hers to keep her still.-Don't move, the knot hasn't come down- Dixon's hot breath played over his ear.The memories then came back to Clara's mind and she reacted. She had had sex with Dixon, he had bitten her and knotted her up. No wonder her body felt sore and also there was a tiredness in her that was unprecedented. She tried to look over her shoulder at him, but failed completely.-Dixon turned her slightly toward him so he could see her face.She shook her head.-
Clara was very specific with the orders she gave and Dixon could only watch in admiration of the way his she-wolf was handling precisely those wolves that in the past they had considered to be extremely aggressive. And now, he himself was inside a pack of Wildlings. His mate... their alpha.Fenrir had been taken back to the house along with the she-wolf that was taking care of him, while Clara gathered in the middle of the pack along with other males.Dixon didn't leave his side, but he wouldn't lie. He really wasn't comfortable with that situation. His she-wolf, his mate surrounded by other males. Even though he had bitten her and impregnated her with pheromones marking her as his, he wasn't familiar with that kind of scene. Still, he restrained himself.He had lost Clara in the past because of the way he was, he could not afford to lose her again or embarrass her in front of all those who looked at him with devotion and admiration.And apparently they were adapted to this kind of si
Those around Clara and her known mate gave an exclamation when they learned that this emaciated male was the she-wolf's father.-Alpha- one of them approached her, -Did we rescue him? - he asked as he saw the twisted expression on her face that showed not the slightest empathy for the present.If it were up to Clara, she would leave him there. He didn't deserve her least appreciation, thanks to his -help- she had ended up inside her sister's body, losing hers when she died inside the belly of her mother. And speaking of her... they had already taken out all the females and he hadn't seen her there.-Where is your partner?- the question was completely dry.Alester, faced with her daughter's cold reaction, knew it was useless to beg her. Her eyes warned her that whatever she tried would be in vain. And that was reaffirmed by the wolf behind her.-She...she...-he was shaking his head from side to side as if he wasn't sure what to say- She was attacked by a savage and....-You let her die
The atmosphere was dense and did not smell at all good in the breeding cage. It was also a dark, cramped place with minimal ventilation. A being inside that place would definitely go crazy. Dixon wrinkled his nose, although despite all the smell of mold and fluids he could smell a very familiar one. Behind him, the she-wolf stirred, she had smelled it too, but he wouldn't let her in.-Clara, stay out- it was almost a growl, a command.-Dixon, my other mate is in there- she didn't want to stay behind. Her body was begging to join Ethan.-You will, but not now. His condition is not good- Dixon had been able to see through the darkness, the wolf lying in the corner completely unconscious. He approached his partner and gave him a quick kiss on the lips- Wait here.Clara clenched her fists, but if Dixon said that it was for a reason, so she stayed outside while he went inside. A few seconds later she saw him come out with a wolf that once had golden fur, but was now dirty and lackluster, o
When Clara heard that, she only managed to give instructions to take care of Fenrir and ran off in the direction of where her mates were. The image she found was not a pleasant one.Ethan, turned wolf had his once golden eyes completely red, he had shattered the muzzle and now his fangs were buried to the base in Dixon's arm. He growled but did not move, if he did he would most likely tear his arm completely off. Blood ran down the limb falling to the ground.She walked toward them when Dixon shouted at her.-DO NOT COME NEAR -there was a clear warning in his voice- He has no control of himself, he cannot recognize us.Clara looked from one to the other. Ethan hadn't even noticed her presence. Maybe if she... she could try. As Dixon had told her she didn't move, but instead let out some of her pheromones around the wolf. If he didn't recognize her by sight, at least by scent he would. He was sure of it.Dixon just waited. He knew what Clara was doing, in the end, she was the only one
Clara could feel Ethan's fangs breaking her skin. The wound was made with intentions to mark her even if it was violently. It was painful yet exhilarating and the she-wolf let out a low moan clinging to the male's neck.-Softly- she asked in a whisper, -Softly, I'm not leaving. It's me, your Clara. I am here. I won't leave you again. He repeated with a breath.Ethan's mouth remained still on his neck. The fangs did not touch any major vein despite the wound being so deep, yet the blood spilled to the ground joining with his brother's blood.Seconds passed. Pheromones began to mingle in the atmosphere and somehow the wolf calmed down. The taste of the she-wolf's blood on his palate was exquisite and something inside him stirred in such a way that it made his tail wag. The haze in his head was fading away completely causing the reasoning he had long since lost after believing his mate had died to return to him.Slowly and so as not to do more damage than was caused Ethan began to withdr
The best solution for moments like these was to control her two mates with their pheromones. And Clara had become an expert at precisely controlling her pheromones. So she let them out in the direction of the two of them. Sure enough, they both instantly scowled at her and growled at her.-Don't do that- Dixon was the first to protest.-I do and I will until they control their dominant male instinct. You're on my turf, I'm in charge here- she broke away from Dixon and focused on Ethan.-How are you feeling?- he needed to know her condition.The wolf focused on her and blinked slowly, ignoring his brother completely. He moved in her direction with a heavy body and raised an arm to rest his hand on her cheek.-Are you really Clara, my Clara- she looked like she didn't want to believe it.The she-wolf grabbed his hand and kissed his palm.-You don't smell me, you don't feel me. I am Clara, I am in front of you.Ethan looked from her to his brother and he nodded.-Clara got me out of wher
The situation was more tense and unpredictable than Clara could have imagined. Normally she had imagined that it had been Dixon who had reacted badly to Fenrir, however, he had been interested in her puppy, had accepted him and in less time than she had imagined had gotten along with him.With Ethan, on the other hand, it had been the opposite. The gleam in his eyes only denoted a male who wanted to kill the pup that didn't belong to him. That only proved to him that the wolf was far more dominant than his brother, despite his more relaxed nature.And she was well aware of what she would do if her son got hurt.To her surprise Dixon got up and stood between them with his back to her and faced Ethan.-Quiet- he ordered, showing his teeth in all their splendor. He wouldn't jeopardize his she-wolf's happiness either- Clara grab your puppy and go. Wait in the house.Clara had the hair on her back bristling all over her body.-Dixon...-I'll talk to my brother. In the meantime, go get him