The Alpha's Unclaimed Mate novel Chapter 395

Chapter 395: Apex Predator Babying A Cotton Ball

Warriors who had shifted a thousand times stood transfixed. Captains and lieutenants who had trained wolves for decades joined them, looking equally brain-broken.

Aurelia stood in the center of the arena on legs that were absolutely, definitively shaking, lifted her chin like she owned the kingdom, and silently dared every single wolf in attendance to say something about it.

White wolves weren’t just rare, they were considered myth. But not only was Serena’s wolf white, she was glowing white like the sun.

She was smaller, she was stunning, and she definitely did not look like she was built for battle. She looked like she was made for a beautiful temple portrait. This was going to be a problem.

For three full seconds, every human and wolf in the arena forgot to breathe. Then two Alphas lost their goddamn minds.

Xeon tried to force a shift, that Fin caught and forced back. He locked his jaw and held his wolf down with everything he had.

Xeon: Out. Now.

Fin: Stand down.

On the floor of the arena, Dexmon had already lost the battle. One second he was standing upright on two legs. The next second he was on four legs, his vision had changed color, and Aegon was sprinting across the arena like he’d been fired out of a cannon.

Dex: What the FUCK just happened?

Aegon: I happened.

A massive black wolf moved in a blur, catching Aurelia with his nose before her front legs buckled. The size difference was enormous, Aegon’s shoulder at her head height, his frame dwarfing hers, and the gentleness with which he held his mass against her trembling body was the gentleness of a predator who understood exactly how much force he carried and was choosing to carry zero of it.

The arena, who hadn’t finished processing the white wolf, was now looking at a black apex Alpha babying a white wolf. He looked like a warhorse trying to hold a teacup.

Aegon pulled his head back as soon as she was stable.

Aurelia shot him a look with wolf eyes that said, I don’t need your help. I am a fearsome predator. Her legs were still shaking. She was not a fearsome predator. She was a glowing cotton ball with an attitude problem.

Aegon made a sound that was the wolf equivalent of a laugh. His tail moved once. He caught it. Alpha wolves did not wag. That never happened. Nobody saw that.

She turned her head away from him with the precise dismissal of a queen who was trying to prove she could run in the woods.

She got about two inches of freedom before one massive black paw slid across the ground and dragged her back like a stuffed animal being reclaimed by a toddler. She was mid-huff when the licking started.

Dex: Stop. Stop. STOP.

Aegon: No.

Dex: I am your human. I am giving you a direct order.

Aegon: Mate is shaking. Mate needs comfort. Comfort involves licking. This is biology, Dexmon. I don’t make the rules.

Dex: Pull back RIGHT NOW.

Aegon: Our mate’s wolf GLOWS, Dexmon. That deserves licks.

Dex: NOTHING deserves licks in a military arena.

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