Fated To The Alpha (Ezra, Katya)

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. 

mate can find them easily, the second stage forcing them to want to mate if they want the

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

with industrial strength shutters and have shots and antidotes for the unmated

 

and can’t function without a pack-like community, yet the danger of living in

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

I was doing but completely unable to do anything but give in to it the

letting g o of

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

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

 

wrapping around my waist tightly as Sage refused to let go and untangle herself from me, my skin the only thing offering Sage relief from the insatiable burning I could feel simmering through the bond. My entire body tensed a s I reached for the shower taps, fighting against the urge

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through me when she sinks her teeth into my shoulder before biting into my mark and reopening it. Her body pressed so tightly against mine it was like Sage was trying to push

him, tainting my essence and morphing it to our innate baser instincts as the glass cut my feet, my own hands slicing

 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.

my back and her legs tighten around my waist, soaking

taste of her blood floods my mouth while my claws scratch down her thighs. My cock was so hard I thought it would burst

in a vice-like grip as her tight walls fluttered, her insides swelling before I pull out and slam back into her, my breathing harsh while

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