Defy The Alpha(s)

Chapter 491: Runaway Mate

LYCANTHROPIC MEDICAL ARCHIVES, VOL. III

"Bondfire Fever: Understanding and Surviving the Mating Fever"

Filed under: Mating Bonds, Instinctual Disorders, Pack Reproductive Health

—Classified Text Reserved for Advanced Healers and Pack Medics Only—

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There were stages to the mating fever—or the Bondfire as some called it—the best cruel gift from the goddess.

The first was the Spark, also referred to as the initial trigger. It begins the moment fated mates come into proximity or lock eyes.

Then their heart races, and the scent of the other becomes intoxicating. Mates could literally feel each other like a low hum across their skin, as though their nerves were reaching out.

This particular stage is quite seductive but easy to ignore until it isn’t anymore.

The second stage becomes the Pull, or heightened craving. It is the point where the fever begins to settle beneath your skin, and every thought becomes obsessive.

At this point, there’s the deep, relentless throb between your thighs. It’s as if your body is starving for one specific touch—and not just any—but your mate’s. Nothing else will do.

This is usually followed by the Scent Madness, where everything smells like him even when he’s clearly not around. Then there’s the trembling hands, hypersensitivity, and the possessive instinct that starts to form.

Many people fold at the second stage. It is resistible with discipline, but difficult if emotionally vulnerable.

differs from person to person. Hence, some might experience the first

point. It is due to the fact that the body begins to

this point, it’s no longer just attraction but raging need. The wolf

such that a simple shirt brushing across the nipples is enough to cause tremors of desire, or actual pain from resisting. Then fever

level is high at this stage, as forced separation

Instinct Override. It is the peak of the Bondfire when reason becomes non-existent. The wolf completely takes over.

loss of control, full-body tremors, near-constant arousal, and hallucinations of

unmated wolves have been known to go feral, or worse, die from the stress if rejected for too long. No

last and final stage is the Crash, or

the successful stage when mating is completed and the fever melts into euphoric calm. At this point, the wolves are settled, and the bond

this stage are weakness, soreness, confusion, and intense

with this, as no wolf has been recorded

but not fulfilled,

out a mating fever. You don’t. You only crawl through it, clawing your sanity back inch by inch—and pray you don’t fuck around and beg for the

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gone feral was the Suppressor pills she’d taken—they had dampened her connection to her wolf,

looked like a wreck even while fast asleep. She was drenched in sweat, burning from the inside out, her hair clinging to her flushed face. She gripped

The dreaming began...

wading through darkness so thick she couldn’t even see her own hands. She didn’t know why, but the hairs on her arms stood on edge,

go? There

in control of this play all along, the light suddenly came alive

her eyes, she found herself standing beneath a single beam of golden light, the spotlight illuminating the round circus stage in pale gold. The rest of the sagging