Fated To The Alpha novel Chapter 207

Sage shakes her head. She did not believe my words and I didn’t blame her. She’s been under the impression kids were out o f the question, besides Jonah. Jonah is ours, and I was happy enough to have our boy, so I understood it would be pretty shocking for her to hear that she was in heat. Whether it would lead to pups was another story, but for now, we just had to wait it out, wait her heat out, and hope she doesn’t come out traumatized by it. 

Sage continued to beg me to take her to hospital, her hands clutching her stomach as she writhed in pain in my lap, her pain radiating through me through the bond, making me feel uncomfortable as I rubbed her back, trying to ease some of it. Still, she just needed to wait it out until the next phase started. 

Sage whimpers, pressing her face into the crook of my neck, and I feel her body tense in my arms, her skin heating more; additionally, Donnie was becoming restless again. His need to mate her was a s painful as her heat with the pheromones she was putting out. And to think she may 

she was putting out id to think she may go through this every few months unless i t was once off. 

I struggled to wrap my head around it, unable to believe it myself, yet I am positive it was her heat. Or Donnie never would have reacted like this, and the entire process was making it difficult for me to think as animalistic urges to hold her down and drive my cock into her tugged at me. 

The only thing I truly hated about being a werewolf was the urge to force she wolves and claim them when the heats started. Just like Sage will want to when the second phase begins, the animalistic side of us is taking over our consciousness and forcing us to breed. Such a dangerous time for she-wolves. 

They were at their most vulnerable while their mates and the unmated were at their most rabid, A blend of bliss and cruelty, I knew Sage was close to the second phase, her scent so potent and addictively sweet, making my cock ache and throb beneath her, her body seeking my skin like she wanted to bleed into me as she subconsciously rocked her hips against m 

subconsciously roc ‘her hips against m e as she sat on my lap. 

A growl rumbles through my chest, and I fist my hands as my claws slip out, the pain making me grit my teeth as I try to hold back at clawing at her. Donnie’s urges bleed into mine as it forces us to merge, two entities becoming one. Her heat removed my basic human instincts, replacing mine with his primitive, uncontainable frenzied urges and making them my own as I tried to think straight, tried to remember who she was and what she was to me. These instincts were our most dangerous because, with them, wen o longer had control, no longer identified with anything or anyone, only regaining clarity between each wave she suffered. 

Growing up as a rogue when mates found each other, I witnessed horrific things when a she-wolf had gone into heat. Their mates were not getting to them in time, nobody recognizing the changes in their scents, and it quickly became a mating orgy or a slaughter or sometimes both. Mates feeling the overwhelming need to protect and claim what is theirs, while unmated heat-crazed wolves can’t unlock and detach themselves from 

unlock and detach t aselves from recognizing or identifying what isn’t theirs to touch. 

The she-wolves become subdued by instinct in the first stage, the heat incapacitating them so the male or mate can find them easily, the second stage forcing them to want to mate if they want the pain to stop. They are mostly too far gone to recognize they aren’t mating with their mates and running off scents alone. 

I’ve seen it before, and it is something everyone has come to live with, especially if you have been rogue. If your mate went into heat, everyone knew there could be a chance the pup they carried wasn’t yours; it is something that is ungrudgingly accepted and also forgiven because everyone knows we had no control in that state, and nor did the she-wolf. Yet that was also how lots of mates are killed, trying to protect what’s theirs, 

Tragic, and that is why most packs ensure they equip all houses with industrial strength shutters and have shots and antidotes for the unmated wolves to sedate them, but we found making our own most effective. Werewolves are pack 

own most effective erewolves are pack creatures and can’t function without a pack-like community, yet the danger of living in one could sometimes be horrific i funprepared. 

The smell of my blood fills my nostrils as my claws slice through my palms. Sage squirms on my lap, rubbing herself against me, and I feel Donnie fighting the urge to give in, knowing once he does, we won’t be man or wolf, thus becoming the thing in between that gave humans the stories of monsters that howled at the moon and slaughtered their people. We became the monsters the stories told them about, yet the only ones we terrorized were our mates, while she too would be forced to endure the primitive side and ultimately be at my mercy until it ends. 

Sage shudders against me, and I feel my eyes bleed black as Donnie’s soul bleeds into mine, consciously aware of what I was doing but completely unable to do anything but give in to it the bliss and carnage that wrapped into one, 

There is something freeing about letting g o of all restraint; however, it is also 

o of all restraint; hover, it is also terrifying. Especially when you no longer have control of urges that we usually kept at bay, Sage would be the one in duress and utterly reliant on me to stop anyone getting in as she would no longer recognize them and me them. 

Her claws slipped from her fingertips, digging into my sides as she raked them down my skin. The purr that leaves her vibrating against my chest is more feral, and half growled as my skin tears under the sharpness of her claws. Her scent sends my brain into overdrive, frenzied almost, as I feel her slick coat my stomach and cock when she grinds herself against me, making me moan as my hard length runs between her slick folds. 

I could feel her tongue as she licks my skin, her teeth grazing, sending pleasure and pain through me. A sordid groan pushes past my lips, and my restraint slips. My movements are too quick and desperate as I pin her against the doorframe leading into the bedroom. Sage hisses at the impact before her claws rake 

Sage whines, clawing at my arms and back as she tries to meet my brutal thrusts, her teeth nipping at my jaw and chin before her sharp teeth slice through my lip, her tongue invading my mouth before she sucks on my tongue, her mouth devouring mine as she grips my hair and I stagger toward the bed. She