Rejecting the Mating Bond

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as I lay awake in bed, tossing and turning, unable to

age, which meant nothing for a wolf who could live up to four hundred years. Our Alpha Nicholas was almost three hundred years of age and he looked more like a man in his mid sixties with salt and pepper hair, r

s. McKellar. She took everything seriously and was never shy about her sexuality. At least that’s what I’d once heard my mother say to my father when I’d been a bit younger. Av

rval. Usually, wolf pup births were spaced wide apart, like my dad and his twin older sisters who were almost one hundred and sixty years olds while my dad was only

f one of them poking their noses into my business. Matthias and Lily Argentine were wonderful people and great parents, but they were also extremely ov

over my face as soon as I read the

ty. Meet me at the usual spot? T

top in a dark green colour and top it off with a black hoodie. It was chilly out tonight but not enough to make me freeze if I took the hoodie off

to greenery on all sides. Wolves loved nature; we are creatures of the wilderness, which is why most houses were built near the forest and from environment friendly material. We also utilized the natural reso

later and crashed onto the floor panting a

he came towards me from the opposite direction with only his shorts on, meaning that he had bee

nd dusted off the dirt from my sweat pants. “Riley was getting suspi

ough his night dark hair before placing those big hands on his hi

uscles and a skin as dark as the darkest of chocolates and dark hair cut to an inch of its life on top of his scalp. Garrick was also a low ranking soldier who was also my friend and one

an depending on others to save you.” He’d told me that d

ler by birth, my bones weren’t as strong as the dominant wolves and I was smaller in size even in wolf form. It did give me advantage during a fight so I could turn tail and run, which I

the healer first, so save yourself while we hold the front. Your skills will come in handy in the aftermath.” Garrick had

person who could do a lot more than just hide inside the closet when the monsters arrived. So when I had turned sixteen and the Heat had finally stuck, I had turned to him for comfort.

ses that Garrick had specially designed for me at home, but it was like Riley had a suspicion that I was getting trained, so he kept on interrupting me more than once a day to check up on me. His excuse was that he’

to my skin as sweat dripped down my brows. I was panting hard as I dropped down into a crouch

flew towards my abdomen. And even though I saw him slow down, he was too close to me for me to spin out or stop

belong to Garrick and a scent that was all too familiar, too ingrained into my memory. Earthy with a hint of spice,

fted them both backwards so that I was no longer at a risk of getting hit. Garrick looked momentarily st

him! It’s not his fault.” I spoke through the tingling sensation on the tip of m

im about a foot above the ground. Garrick’s hand went to rub his throat upon his release but he didn’t c

Clay didn’t turn to face

me, his face a storm barely contained. His gemstone eyes were aglow from within a

ngry and wild and it made the tin