Anya's First Run

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"Anya, hurry up! The guys will be here any minute!"

"Coming!" Anya Matherson called back to her brother. She took one last look at herself in the mirror. She wore a blood red crop top that showed off her toned stomach, light blue jean shorts, and a pair of white Converses. Her dark brown hair was tied up in a ponytail, and with the setting sun outside, she opted not to wear her sunglasses, letting her brown, almond shaped eyes stay out on full display. She winked at herself then ran downstairs.

When she got downstairs, her older brother, Scott Matherson, looked at her and scowled. "You could at least make an effort to try and dress properly." Anya rolled her eyes.

"You say this like I'm going to be wearing my clothes for long anyways," she retorted, crossing her arms as she looked up at her brother. Like Anya, Scott had brown eyes, though his were darker, as well as brown hair that he opted to keep cut short. He was nearly a foot taller than her, last measuring at 6 '2, and in his black tank top and basketball shorts, his muscled arms and legs were on full display.

"I'm already giving enough leeway letting you come. Last thing I need is the others drooling over you before we even get into the woods," he shot back. Anya shrugged.

"Whatever. I'm not changing." She turned and walked past him into the kitchen, where their mother, Sally, was putting away dinner. Anya gave her a kiss on the cheek.

"Oh, look at you," Sally said with a smile. "I think you look lovely, for the record."

"Thank you, mom," Anya said before sticking her tongue out at Scott, who was now leaning against the entryway.

"Mom, come on," Scott argued. "The guys will already be ansty enough around her. If she goes out there looking like this, they'll be all over her."

"Well that sounds like their problem, not hers," Sally reasoned. "Besides, you say that like it's a terrible thing. Your sister is 18 now, so soon she'll be looking for a mate-"

"Mooooom," Anya interrupted with a groan.

"-and I have met your friends. They're all lovely young men who I think would make excellent mates for her." Sally finished.

"Moooooom!" Scott bemoaned while rubbing his forehead.

"I think I'd rather grow into an old hag than mate with one of Scott's friends. No offense," Anya added with a sneer. Scott flipped her off, earning a scowl from their mother. "Besides, I JUST turned 18 a couple of weeks ago. It's way too soon for me to start thinking about a mate."

"You say that now, but I was your age when I mated with your father," Sally said, smiling fondly. "We'd only been dating a couple of weeks, then one day we were down by the lake, and well one thing led to another-"

"MOM!" They both bellowed, making Sally laugh.

"The point is that when it comes to mates, no matter how ready you think you are or aren't, some part of you just knows. I've been with your father for the last 22 years, and I have never regretted what we did that day." Anya couldn't help but smile. She'd always wanted to grow up and have the kind of relationship that her parents had, one full of love and respect and mutual partnership. Still, the thought that she might just look over at a guy one day and just randomly decide to become his mate felt foreign to her.

The front door opening and closing, followed by the sound of three grown werewolves laughing and pushing each other around, made all three of them turn toward the kitchen door. Anya immediately recognized the scents of two of them, but there was a third one that, while familiar, she couldn't put her finger on as to why.

"Hey hey there you are!" Said Dillon Michaels. His usual pale skin had acquired a healthy tan over the summer, and with his bright blue eyes and windswept blond hair, he looked like a surfer who had stumbled into northern Connecticut. He greeted Scott with a clap on the back, then pulled Anya and Sally each into a hug.

"Jeez could you be any louder?" Bobby McCall asked as he followed Dillon into the kitchen, his red hair tucked under a baseball cap that nearly eclipsed his hazel eyes. Unlike Dillon and Scott, he hadn't had a chance to get much sun this summer, so his skin was still pale and freckled. He waved hello to the ladies, while nodding to Scott.

"He could be, I just would rather he wasn't," came a voice that made Anya's heart stop. She had to fight the urge to gape as Donovan Holmes walked into the kitchen. She hadn't seen him in nearly three years, and he'd somehow gotten even hotter than she remembered. He was somehow taller than Scott, standing at 6'4, with clean cut black hair, eyes so blue they reminded her of sapphires, and sun-kissed skin.

"Oh my God, is that you Donny?" Sally said, gasping in surprise. "Look how tall you've gotten!"

"It's nice to see you, Mrs. Matherson," he said, bowing his head.

"Oh, you're still polite as always. Come here," she said, stretching her arms out. He smiled and accepted the hug, lifting and spinning her around, earning a giggle from her.

When he put her down, he turned his attention to Anya, who was still stunned. Only the feline smile on his face as he took her in snapped her out of her trance. "Well well, you certainly grew into your looks," he purred.

Anya rolled her eyes, but smiled nonetheless. "Oh shut up and give me a hug," she said, stretching out her arms. He chuckled and lifted her as well, making her squeal. When he set her down, she noticed he lingered longer than when he hugged her mother, and when he pulled away she fought a moan as his fingers dragged along the exposed part of her back.

"What are you doing here?" Sally asked.

"I'm supposed to be in Hartford next week. I signed up to be a summer orientation leader," he explained, leaning against the counter. Anya felt herself warm up when she realized his eyes kept flicking to her. "Dillon convinced me to leave early and come spend a weekend with him and his parents. He told me about tonight, and convinced Scott to invite me along." Anya looked at her brother, and recoiled at the sight of him glaring at Donovan. Either Donovan didn't notice, or didn't care, because he seemed unbothered.

"Well, I feel much better knowing you'll be there for Anya's first run," Sally said happily.

"What do you mean by that?" Dillon asked defensively. "We'd take care of her like she's one of our own!"

"Yes, but I know how you boys get when you're all together. You can be, erm, how do I put this..."

"Like three idiots who can't figure out how to screw in a lightball?" Anya suggested.

"I was going to say three chickens with their heads cut off, but that works," Donovan said, earning a giggle from Anya.

"Hey, I can still cancel tonight," Scott said with a growl. Donovan raised an eyebrow, smirking a bit.

"Oh come now, Scotty. We're just having fun." A sudden tension fell on the room. Anya knew Scott had always had a chip on his shoulder as far as Donovan was concerned. Considering Donovan was the future Alpha of the Red River pack, the largest pack in Connecticut, Scott expected him to take his role as seriously as Scott did as the future Alpha of the Crystal Lake pack. Still, for as long as she'd known Donovan, despite his laid back attitude, he wasn't an idiot. He knew just the right words to say to poke the bear or douse a fire, whichever the situation called for. She'd found this trait both extremely dangerous, and wickedly attractive.

"Tonight is a special night for my family. It's my sister's first run, and as my father is not here for it, the responsibility falls on me," Scott said, his teeth clenched. "Now, you are here because I allow it. You are a guest in my pack, and if you cannot respect your place, then you'll be escorted out. Understood?"

Donovan stood there, soaking in Scott's not so subtle threat. Anya looked from one to the other, shaken by just how different they were. Donovan, the face of indifference, and Scott, who looked as though he might combust at any moment.

"I will be on my best behavior," Donovan said finally, putting his hands up in surrender. Scott studied him for a moment, then nodded and turned away. When he wasn't looking, Donovan caught Anya's eye and winked at her, forcing her to stifle a giggle.

"We'll be back before sunrise, mother," Scott said, waving goodbye to Sally.

"You'd better, or else I'll personally hunt you down and drag you by the scruff back home," she said in the sweet voice she often used to veil threats. She gave Anya one more hug, and waved goodbye to the others as they followed Scott out of the house.

Soon the five were crammed into Scott's car, with Scott behind the wheel, Donovan in the passenger's seat, and Dillon, Bobby, and Anya shoved into the back. Since Anya was the smallest, she got stuck sitting on the hump, though she reasoned it wasn't too bad. Every now and then she would glance up at the rearview mirror and catch Donovan's eye. The corner of his mouth would quirk up and he'd shoot her a wink, which made her face pinken.

"Excited for your first run?" Bobby asked, his eyes trained on his phone.

"Excited, and nervous," Anya admitted. "It's the first time I'll have shifted without either of our parents around."

"I remember our first run," Dillon said, looking out the window. "Your brother insisted that we climb the top of Adrian's Run. If you ignore the part where we caught Minnie Listers going down on Jack Masters, I'd say it was a pretty good time." The rest of the car erupted into laughs.

"What about you Donovan?" Anya asked. "What was your first run like?"

"I went out with my parents, their Betas, and my best friends," Donovan said, reminiscing. "It was amazing. Letting all your inhibitions go, just trusting your instincts to guide you to the right place. It's a high I never get tired of."

"Sounds amazing," Anya muttered.

"And dangerous," Scott added, glancing into the rearview mirror. "Which is why you're staying close to me the whole time, got it?" Anya rolled her eyes.

"Scott, I'm not some baby you need to coddle!" She argued. "I can take care of myself just fine. Besides, what are you afraid of happening?"

"I don't know, some rogue werewolf could show up and attack you. Don't you remember those stories we heard about women being forced into mating bonds?"

"That was ages ago," Donovan reminded him. "Back when we didn't have set laws and consequences for forced bonding."

"Whatever, the point still stands. I don't want my sister out there alone, especially when there will be three virile males out there with us," Scott growled.

"If you don't trust us with your sister, you shouldn't have invited us," Bobby said, frowning. "You know we'd never try anything with her."

"Yeah," Dillon agreed.

"Mhm," Donovan murmured. Anya sighed as she sat back against the leather seat.

"You know Scott, for someone who's afraid of me having sex, you're the only one who keeps bringing it up," she quipped, earning a round of snickers from the others.

"That's because I know how men think," he said as they pulled to the edge of the woods just outside of town. "Just, please trust me Anya."

"Fine, I'll stay close to you if it'll make you feel better," she said. She wasn't in much of a mood to argue with her brother. Now that they were here, her nerves felt like they were on high alert all of a sudden. "Can we just please go now?"

"Yeah, come on," Scott said. They all climbed out of the car and stood there, watching the dark woods ahead of them. Anya took a deep breath. She'd always loved wandering the woods growing up, but she'd never gone on a proper run through them. A shoulder bumped against her, and she turned to see Donovan.

"Nervous?" He asked. She nodded. "Don't be, your brother will keep you safe."

"And who will keep him safe?" She teased, earning snickers from Bobby and Dillon.

"Hey!" Scott said, glaring at his sister.

"Don't worry, Scotty, I'll keep you safe," Donovan said, bowing dramatically. Scott rolled his eyes.

"Shall we?" The others nodded, and they all began stripping off their clothes. "No peaking!" He said, shooting a look at each of the other guys. They each shrugged and turned away from Any who rolled her eyes. Anya had seen all these guys naked before. For werewolf packs, nudity was a natural part of living. But she also wasn't in the mood to deal with her brother, so she opted not to point this out. Once they were all naked, Anya glanced at Donovan, blushing at the sight of his muscled back and his toned ass. He glanced over his shoulder at her and winked, making her blush even harder.

"Ready?" Bobby asked. Without a word, all of them gave off a shudder, and the air filled with the sounds of grunts and bones creaking. Anya gasped and keeled over. Her spine arched, her limbs shrunk, and her nose pushed outward into a snout. Her hair expanded over her whole body. She felt like her body was on fire, but she pushed through it.

Then, all at once, the pain was gone, and she let out a low growl. She looked down at her hands, or rather where her hands were. They were replaced by paws, her arms now a pair of hind legs covered in light brown fur. She turned to where her brother was. In his place was a large wolf with bright yellow eyes and dark brown fur. Flanking him were two smaller wolves, one with golden fur and dark blue eyes, the other with reddish brown fur and gold eyes. She felt something brush against her, and she turned to see a massive wolf with jet black fur and eyes that reminded Anya of burning coals. He was about the same size as Scott, if not a bit larger, and he gave off an aura of raw power.

Without thinking, Anya brushed her snout against his neck, letting out a low growl as she inhaled his scent. He scented her back in turn. A snarl from behind them made them both pull away, Scott now looking ready to pounce. Donovan pawed the ground then howled before turning and charging forward into the woods.

'Follow,' Anya thought. Mimicking the howl, she took off after Donovan, the other three wolves right behind her. Within a matter of seconds, Scott was next to her, the other two flanking them, but her focus was on the wolf in front of her. Even in the darkness, her wolf senses could make out his massive form ahead.

'Mine,' she thought, and with a snarl she forced herself forward, pushing ahead of the other wolves. She caught up to Donovan, bumping against him. He bumped her back, then turned and bounded in another direction. Without hesitating she followed as well.

As they ran, Anya felt a sense of freedom she'd never experienced before. Ever since her first shift when she was 13, she'd only been allowed into the woods with her family, and even then she always had to follow her brother or her parents' lead. Here, she gave herself fully into her instincts, letting her senses guide her through the darkening woods.

'Stay with the Alpha,' she thought, and so she did. She stayed close to him, her only indication that the others were with them being the sounds of their heavy paws hitting the forest floor.

Eventually, they broke through a line of trees into a clearing, at the center of which was a massive rock. Anya recognized it immediately. Growing up, the boys in the town would gather here to wrestle, the winner being whoever remained on top. Usually, Scott won every time. The only time she could remember him losing was the last time Donovan had visited the town with his parents.

It had been three years ago, and while the Alphas sat at the Matherson house to discuss trades and other business that bored Anya to death, Scott brought Anya and Donovan along with him to the woods. Donovan had watched Scott in his were form knock down wolf after wolf, looking bored the whole time. Finally, as Scoot stood triumphantly on top, Donovan shifted and challenged him. The fight had been quick, with Donovan easily avoiding and blocking blow after blow, before knocking Scott off the rock with one swing. Anya remembered that day vividly. The image of him, standing tall over the pack, had seared itself into Anya's brain, and had been the subject of many late night self-pleasure sessions for herself throughout high school. Even at eighteen, Donovan radiated power and respect.

With a running start, Donovan launched himself onto the rock, landing gracefully despite his massive stature, and howled. Anya stopped short. She recognized the intent of the howl. A challenge. Her ears perked, and she lowered herself just in time for the other three to jump over her, each landing in front of Donovan. Bobby and Dillon started circling the edge of the rock, while Donovan and Scott stood in the center, both at the ready.

Scott moved first, pouncing at Donovan who easily moved out of the way. Scott landed, and without missing a beat twisted to swipe a claw at Donovan. However, the latter was ready for this, and brought his own paw up to deflect the strike, then brought it back down across Scott's cheek. Blood bloomed from the wound, making him stagger back. It was only a second, but that's all it took for Donovan to charge forward and slam into Scott, sending him sliding across the rock.

To his credit, Scott wasn't one to give up so easily, and after a moment he stood himself back up and snarled at Donovan. Donovan didn't even deign him with a response, instead just standing there. Even when Scott snapped his jaws at the future Alpha, he didn't flinch. Only when Scott charged at him did Donovan react, bringing his head forward to meet Scott. They slammed into one another, Scott pushing against Donovan with all his weight. But Donovan wouldn't budge.

The two stood on their hind legs and brought their front legs forward, swiping at one another. When they broke apart, they circled one another. Both had their fangs bared, and Anya could tell this would be the moment. Each of them would take another action, and it would decide this fight.

Scott moved first. He always moved first. He wasn't the type to give his enemy a chance to strike him. He pushed back on his hind legs and soared through the air at Donovan. But Donovan was faster. He shot forward, then twisted and used the force built up to push off his hind legs. Scott was still midair when Donovan slammed into him, and when the two landed on the ground, Donovan was on top of him, his jaws clamped to Scott's neck, a low growl in his throat. Scott struggled, but when Donovan pressed his fangs into Scott's throat, he let out a whimper, admitting defeat.

Donovan released his hold on Scott, and Anya watched in awe as the wolf howled his victory to the sky. Dillon and Bobby shot forward, gathering next to Scott who was slowly pushing himself off the ground. Anya watched as Donovan walked toward the edge of the rock, and she let out a bark. He howled again, and she felt a deep draw to him. She needed to get close to him, to feel his body against hers.

Before she could ponder the thought, she watched as her brother let out a growl and charged toward Donovan. Anya made to warn Donovan, but he was too fast for Scott. He stepped to the side, and when Scott landed, he slipped on the edge of the rock and went rolling down the side until he hit the ground. Scott made to stand, but Donovan dived off the rock and landed hard on Scott, making him howl with pain as a sickening crunch sounded through the air.

Donovan stood above Scott, pinning him down and snarling at him. Scott tried to fight, but kept whimpering in pain. Eventually, his body shuddered, and moments later where the dark brown wolf had been, a naked, bleeding Scott laid on the floor, looking up at Donovan with a mix of pain and fear.

"G-get off me... please..." he managed. Donovan growled, opening his mouth, preparing to bite down on Scott's neck. Before he could, a mass slammed into his side and made him roll off. When he looked, Anya was standing between the two future Alphas, baring her fangs at Donovan. He barked at her, and she growled in response. They stood there tense for a moment, Dillon and Bobby having joined Anya and flanking her now. After about a minute, Donovan howled again then turned and shot toward the woods, disappearing in the trees.

When he was gone, the three wolves all shifted into their human forms and knelt around Scott.

"Scott? Scott!" Anya cried out, fighting the urge to cry. "Are you okay?"

"F-fine," Scott muttered. He pushed himself onto his elbows and let out a low groan. "Shit, that did not feel good."

"It didn't look like it did," Bobby said. "What were you thinking? You know the rules of combat. Going for a cheap shot like that-"

"I know," Scott snapped. "He had every right to kill me if he wanted. I'm surprised he didn't."

"There were three of us protecting you. Maybe he didn't like his odds," Anya suggested, but Dillon shook his head.

"Donovan is one of the best fighters in the state. If he wanted to take all of us, he absolutely could," Dillon explained. "No, something else made him stop."

"We should head back," Bobby said, looking at Scott. "Can you move?" Scott nodded, slowly rising to his feet. His enhanced healing was working dividends, but Anya knew that didn't change the fact that he would be sore and tired probably for the next couple of days.

"Hang on," Anya said, turning in the direction that Donovan had gone. "I'm going after him."

"Are you insane?" Scott snapped. "You have no idea what he could do to you!"

"He wouldn't hurt me," she said, her words laced with uncertainty. Up until about five minutes ago, she thought she knew Donovan well. However, things have changed since three years ago. He had changed.

"Anya, listen to your brother," Bobby said. "You can't trust Donovan. Right Dillon?"

Dillon hesitated, then looked at Scott, who glared hard at him. Sighing, he nodded in agreement. Anya narrowed her eyes at the three of them.

"No matter what you might think of him, Donovan will soon be the Alpha of our greatest ally," she said, her tone cold. "YOU let your stupid male pride almost screw that up tonight. He had the right to kill you, and if he had it would've ruined 50 years of allyship." She spat on the ground at his feet. "If you want to be a leader, learn to let go of silly grudges, and think about the future." With that, she turned and ran, shifting into her wolf and charging into the woods.

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Tracking Donovan wasn't hard. His scent, interlaced with flecks of Scott's blood, left a clear imprint on the area. But there was something different about his smell. It was more pungent, somehow. It made something stir deep within her, a sense of desperation and hunger that felt both familiar and foreign.

'Mine,' she thought again, but it was different this time. More possessive, more needy. Before she needed to find him for the sake of making up for her brother's foolishness. But now, as she charged through the forest, past trees and through bushes, her need to find him turned into a want to be close to him again.

She stopped at the edge of the trees to find a pool of water. Her eyes immediately narrowed on the naked human who was sitting in the shallow, dark green pool, his back against a rock. His head was laid back, and while one arm was stretched out against the other rock, his other hand was below the surface. The water was being splashed about, and as he let out a low groan, she realized with a start what he was doing.

"Anya," he groaned as he jerked his cock faster. "Ohhhh you delicious little she-wolf." Anya couldn't believe it. He wasn't just jerking off. He was doing so to HER. She let out a whine, then in an instant her body shifted and she was a human again, standing naked, her mouth parted in shock and her eyes lidded with lust.

"Fuck," he hissed, standing from the water and leaning against the rock. She let out a gasp. His cock was quite lovely. It stood at a healthy six-inches, and from where she stood she could tell it had plenty of girth. She had no doubt that it would stretch her in the best way possible.

Without realizing it, one of her hands had found its way between her legs, her fingers working furiously on her clit, while her other hand squeezed one of her breasts. She watched him stroke faster, and she curled her fingers into her hole, matching the pace that he jerked his cock with.

Her nose twitched, and she could see precum dribble from the tip. Her tongue hung from her mouth, her mind filling with thoughts of kneeling in front of him and holding her mouth open as he jerked his cum into it. She leaned against the tree in front of her, panting as her fingers worked in and out of her faster. The ball of her hand pressed against her clit, rubbing back and forth each time she thrust her fingers in and out.

"That's it," Donovan growled, his breathing getting heavier with each passing second. "Take me, you little slut. Take this fat fucking dick!" 'Oh God,' Anya thought. Every cell in her body worked together to keep her from emerging in that moment, knowing that she would happily bend over that rock and take him as much as he wanted.

He was panting harder now, his hand a blur as he worked himself. Anya saw the way his face contorted, and knew it would be any moment now. Any moment he would release, her pussy throbbing around her fingers as she imagined him filling her.

Suddenly, his eyes shot open, and piercing blue locked on her own brown ones. They beheld each other, neither of them slowing down. If anything, him looking at her only spurred her onward, and without a care in the world, she cried out in ecstasy as she came on her fingers. At the same time, Donovan let out a shout as thick, white cum spurted from the tip of his cock, landing the pool of water and running down his hand and shaft.

When they finished, they both stood there panting, Donovan leaning on the rock, while Anya held the tree for support. She had masturbated more than once to Donovan, but never while he watched, and certainly never while watching him do the same to her.

He nodded to her, and she slowly came out of the trees. She stepped into the water, approaching him as he sank back down into the pool. When she reached him, she knelt down, and without hesitating struck him across the face.

"Ow," he muttered, rubbing his face. "You know, you walked in on me," he joked, though his grin faded when he saw the scowl on her face.

"That's for my brother," she growled as she settled on the ground, keeping everything below the neck concealed under the water. "Yes, I know the rules. Doesn't make me any less pissed." Donovan shrugged.

"I didn't have much of a choice," he said casually. "I had to make a point. Go for my back, I go for the throat."

"You were going to kill him!" Anya screamed. "You were going to throw away decades of allyship-"

"Your BROTHER threw away decades of allyship when he decided to discard the rules of combat," Donovan interrupted. "I suppose that was his intent the whole time."

"W-what do you mean?" Anya asked, confusion sputtering out her anger. "You started the fight." Donovan huffed a laugh.

"When Scott found out Dillon had invited me to visit for the weekend, he issued a challenge. A rematch from three years ago. I agreed under my own conditions. What you saw was a standard duel, nothing more and nothing less." He raised an eyebrow. "Any questions?"

Anya just sat there, digesting what he'd just said. "Why would he even challenge you in the first place? Is this really about some stupid fight three years ago?"

"It's not uncommon for sons of Alphas to fight when they meet," Donovan explained. "Usually it's ceremonial, an opportunity for both to display the fruits of their hard work. But Scott wanted to prove a point. He'd always had a problem with me. I don't really know what, and frankly I don't care. He beat up his own people to put on a show of strength, a foolish attempt to intimidate me that only resulted in him humiliating himself. For people like your brother, a humiliation like that festers and nags at you."

"What were your conditions?" Anya asked.

"I only had one, actually," Donovan said, smirking. "My only condition was that you be allowed to join us."

"What?!" She exclaimed, standing up in surprise. Donovan's eyes ran along her body, and for a moment a flare of arousal pushed away any concern she'd had about the situation. "Hey! Focus!"

"Mmm, I think I'm done talking now," Donovan mused. "I need to relax my muscles."

"What? No! I want answers!" She shouted. He sighed dramatically.

"I'll make you a deal. I'll answer all your questions, but you have to sit in my lap while I talk."

"I- I what?" She breathed, her face reddening.

"Sit in my lap," he repeated, more an order than a request this time. "And I'll answer your questions." She glared at him, torn between anger at his arrogance, and a desperate need to feel his body against her own. Her wolf had no issue, instead seeming amused by his brazenness.

"Promise you won't... try anything," she said, watching him.

"Care to elaborate?"

"Promise you won't force me to do anything," she clarified. She was taken aback by the flash of anger that crossed his face, his blue eyes turning coal black for a moment.

"I would never force myself on you," he said, his voice shaking now. "When I take you, it will be because you want me to take you."

'When.' He seemed so certain that she would succumb to him. On some level, she knew he was right, but still she kept up the look of annoyance as she walked forward then knelt down. They held one another's gaze the entire time as she settled onto his thigh, one arm snaking around his neck and the other holding his shoulder. She could feel him pressing against her leg, but chose to ignore the thickness.

"Talk," she said.

"Scott initially didn't want you to come, said he didn't want to have to worry about his baby sister being alone in the woods with a bunch of rowdy wolves," Donovan explained. "It was clear he meant me, of course, but whatever. Anyways, I told him I'd only accept his challenge if you were allowed to join. He wasn't in love with the idea at first, but his pride won out in the end, so here we are."

"Why did you want me to come?" She asked, tilting her head.

"Because I like hanging out with you," he answered as he brushed a hair out of her face, sending a tingle down her spine.

"You just tried to kill my brother, and now you're flirting with me?" She raised an eyebrow.

"I wasn't trying to flirt, I was answering your question. And if I wanted to kill your brother, I would have."

"So why didn't you?" He blinked in surprise, and she narrowed her eyes at him. "I'm assuming it's because you didn't want to risk the alliance between the packs, but still-"

"It's because of you," he blurted out. Her eyes widened.

"Because of me? What do you mean?" Her heart was beating harder now, a shiver going through her body.

"When I saw you tonight at the house, I felt drawn to you in a way that I'd never felt before," he said, his voice heavy. "When I hugged you, I had to fight every urge to carry you up to your room and ravage you. When we scented one another, I nearly mounted you right then and there." His hand was running along her thigh, and she loosed a sigh. "When you stood between us, I felt it. Your power, your will, and that's when I knew."

"Knew what?" She whispered, brushing a thumb against his cheek. He turned into her touch, nuzzling his face against her hand.

"That I didn't care about any alliances or treaties or whatever other bullshit. I knew that all I wanted was you." His hand slid up her side, and she let out a low groan as he cupped one of her breasts in his hand. Anya thought of what her mom had once told her about how sometimes two werewolves will feel drawn to one another, a connection that influences the way they behave. She thought of how they both behaved from the moment he arrived, the way they couldn't stop looking at each other and the way her wolf kept pushing to be close to him.

"So you think that just because you didn't kill my brother, I'll let you fuck me?" She whispered with a smirk. He mirrored her smirk.

"No, I think you'll let me fuck you because I could smell your arousal since before we shifted," he growled. Anya bit her lip, then leaned forward and brushed her nose against his.

"Fuck," she groaned before pressing her lips against his. He groaned against her lips as he kissed her back, wrapping his arms around her waist. She turned so she was straddling him now, her hands running through his dark hair as she pushed her tongue into mouth. Their tongues thrashed against one another, Anya sighing against his lips as she thrusted her hips back and forth.

Donovan ran his fingers down her back until his hands were gripping her ass. She moaned into his mouth and drew her hands down his chest.

After several minutes of kissing, Anya pulled away and kissed along his neck. Donovan tightened his grip on her ass as he sat back and enjoyed the attention, his body practically boiling at this point as his cock throbbed against her stomach. Smirking, she nipped his throat and he let out a gasp of surprise.

"You little tease," he snarled. She giggled and rose off of him, water dripping from her tanned, well toned body. She turned and walked to the shore, swaying her hips the whole time. By the time she reached the shore and turned, he was already right next to her. She placed her hands on his pecs and ran them down his muscled body, her nails dragging across his six-pack before wrapping one of her hands around his cock.

"Mmm," she purred, stroking him slowly and earning a moan from Donovan in turn. With her other hand, she reached between her legs and pushed a finger into her dripping pussy. She gasped as she withdrew her hand, then brought it up to his mouth. Taking the hint, he swirled his tongue around her finger. The second her juices met his tongue, he felt something snap inside of him. With a snarl, he pushed her to the ground, making her yelp.

"W-what are y- ooooooh!" Before she could finish her question, Anya squealed as he stroked a finger along her cunt. Smirking, he pushed her legs apart and flicked his tongue against her clit, making her cry out again. "Fuck!"

"Mmm you're so delicious, my little she-wolf," he muttered before he started hungrily flicking his tongue back and forth on her clit. She laid there shuddering, her hand running through his damp hair. As he wrapped his lips around her apex and sucked gently on it, she tightened her grip on him and pressed his face against her.

"Doooooonovan," she moaned, her other hand digging into the dirt beneath her, her skin heating in the summer night. "Yes, oh right there!" He had released his lips and was running his tongue down her slit. She gasped when he slid his tongue across her asshole, a feeling she'd never felt before, but wasn't left with much time to linger on the feeling before he brought his tongue back up and over her clit.

He continued this journey for several, excruciatingly tantalizing minutes. Each time his tongue reached its puckered destination, Anya found the sensation more and more enjoyable, until finally when he returned she grabbed his hair and kept his head firmly in place. Donovan took the hint, and while he rubbed her clit with his thumb, he happily lapped at her untouched asshole. Each gasp and moan made his cock throb harder, and a small part of his brain had to remind itself that he wasn't here for this hole. Not tonight, at least.

"God D-Doooooo!" Anya's words became jumbled. It was all too much. Her body had never experienced anything like this. Her hands paled in comparison to what Donovan was doing to her now. The all too familiar feeling of her climax was rapidly approaching, but even that familiar sensation felt completely foreign as he brought her to new heights of ecstasy.

"Go on, my sweet little she," he growled, looking up at her. He kept rapidly rubbing her clit while pressing a finger against her wet asshole. When his digit invaded the tight opening, she let out a scream as she came hard, her back lifting off the ground in an arch and her body shaking violently. He paused his assault on her clit, but kept his finger rooted firmly inside of her, letting her ride out her orgasm.

When she finished, she collapsed to the ground and he pulled his finger out of her. She laid there panting, her body still twitching, her skin shining with sweat.

"Th-thank you," she muttered, her brain fuzzy. She heard Donovan cackle, and let out a gasp when she felt him kiss her pussy.

"My pleasure," he said. She heard the sound of scuffling, then felt something warm and hard lay across her pussy. She propped herself up on her shoulders and felt her mouth start to water. His cock was laid across her pussy, and as he thrusted his hips back and forth, she couldn't help but moan at the feeling of him rubbing against her clit.

"Are you planning on fucking me with that?" She asked, lust lacing every word that she said.

"Mmm no," he said. "I plan on breaking you." Anya felt her wolf surge at the challenge, and with a smirk she reached out with her legs and wrapped them around his back. With the back of her feet, she guided him forward, and when his tip pressed against her moist entrance, she let out a low sigh.

"I better not be able to walk in the morning," she demanded. Growling, he slammed his hips forward, and she cried out in desperation as he hilted himself inside of her in one go.

"FUCK!" He roared, the feeling of her wrapped around him driving him mad. Leaning down, he took one of her nipples in her mouth, sucking roughly on it as he thrusted deep into her.

"Ohhhh Alpha," she moaned, the word slipping from her mouth. It felt right, and as Donovan throbbed inside of her and thrusted faster, she knew it was just the right thing to say. "That's it Alpha. Oh show this fucking wolf slut who owns her."

He released her nipple and brought his lips to her neck, sucking hard on her skin. She ran her fingers through his hair, holding him in place and accepting the mark he was leaving on her. She dug her heels deeper into his back, and he brought his hips down harder against her. He released his lips from her neck, only to latch onto another spot.

"YES! OH GOD YES!" Anya cried out to the heavens, her mind twisting and warping until the only thought that remained was the high that he was pushing her toward. She could feel it, the wave of pleasure that would crash over her any moment. She could hear him gasping as she tightened around him, knowing it was only a matter of time before he released.

"This isn't your first time getting fucked, is it?" He snarled in her ear, and she fought the smirk that threatened to come to her face. She shook her head, and he grabbed her throat. "USE YOUR WORDS TO ANSWER ME!"

"FUCK! No it isn't, A-Alphaaaaaaaa!" She cried out as she squirted all over him, her pussy pulsating so hard that it pushed his cock out and she laid there trembling from her orgasm. She gripped his wrist, and he smirked as he tightened his fingers.

"This your first time getting choked, slut?" She nodded. "And you fucking love it, don't you?!"

"Y-yes," she choked out, her pussy throbbing. With a savage laugh, he buried himself inside of her again, keeping his hold on her neck as he mercilessly rammed into her over and over. She could only lay there and moan. Her legs were slipping now, and when Donovan realized this he grabbed one of her ankles and lifted her leg over his shoulder.

"Ohhhhh!" She groaned as this new angle he found had his cock pressing against her g-spot. She'd only been with two guys before, and neither of them had been particularly good at finding this spot. But Donovan wasn't a guy, he was an Alpha. He knew how to make her body tick, how to pull from her the noises he wanted to hear. He knew exactly what to do to make her lose herself to the pleasure.

When he released her throat, she laid there gasping for air, her head light. She barely had time to catch her breath though before he grabbed her and brought her other leg over his shoulder. Her hips raised in the air, he thrust forward, and she screamed as she came again. But this time, he didn't slow down. He kept pounding away at her, the fat tip of his cock smacking her g spot continuously. One orgasm rolled into another, then another, until Anya was trapped in a never-ending climax that melted her brain and made her laugh goofily.

And then she felt it. The unsteadiness of his thrusts, the tightening of his cock, his nails digging into her legs. She heard him let out a primal yell, and felt a spurt of thick, hot cum shoot inside of her. She laid there, moaning as his cock pulsated with each spurt of cum, flooding her welcoming cunt, filling her to the brim. Some small part of her reminded her she wasn't on birth control, but she didn't care. If the Alpha wanted to knock her up, she'd happily let him have his way.

When he finished, Donovan eased her hips back onto the ground and pulled out of her. He collapsed onto the ground, laying next to Anya as the pair panted and stared up at the sky. After about a minute, Anya turned and laid an arm across her chest. She tried to lift one of her legs to lay over his, but she couldn't move it no matter how hard he tried. He chuckled and lifted her leg for her, settling it onto his own.

"Fuck," she muttered, leaning in and nuzzling his neck.

"Never been fucked like that?" He asked, playing with her hair.

"Never. I've also never let anyone cum inside me," she said as she ran a hand across his chest. His skin was coated in sweat, and he reeked of musk, but she didn't care. If anything, knowing he'd exerted so much to give her those orgasms made her want him even more.

"Are you on anything?"

"No. I'll have to get the morning after pill in the morning." He nodded, though she could've sworn she saw something like disappointment flash across his face. It had only been a moment, and she was certain she'd imagined it.

"If you don't want to get pregnant, you should probably go on birth control," he advised. She perked up at this.

"Do you plan on fucking me again?" She asked with a smirk. He chuckled.

"Crystal Lake is only about half an hour from Hartford," he said, tracing a finger along her side. She bit her lip, goosebumps along her skin and her eyes rolling slightly into her head. "I could drive up every weekend. I have my own apartment so we can head back down and be alone to do whatever."

"Mmm whatever does sound nice," she said, smiling as she kissed him again. He ran a hand through her hair while he kissed her back. He pulled her onto him and she straddled him, her tongue wrestling with his. She felt his hard cock pushing against her ass and smirked as she pressed back against him.

"It seems he also thinks that sounds nice," she whispered, sitting up and reaching back.

"He is very wise, indeed," Donovan said with a groan as she ran a finger along the length of his shaft. She giggled and turned to face away from him. She held his cock with one hand and rubbed her palm against the head, smearing cum all over her hand. She gasped when he ran a hand up her back. His fingers curled into her hair, and he gave her a gentle push.

'More,' Anya heard her wolf say, and she licked her lips as she bent forward and ran her tongue along the tip of his cock. He let out a gasp and moved his hand down to her ass, rubbing her tight cheeks. She sighed in content and pushed her mouth down, her tongue rubbing against his shaft as she took him into her. She slowly bobbed her head up and down, groaning as the taste of both his cum and hers coated her tongue.

She let out a gasp when she felt his thumb rub against her asshole, and she shifted to give him easier access. He rubbed it a bit more before pushing into her hole, making her squeal.

"Someone likes my ass," she muttered, glancing back at him.

"And someone likes that I like your ass," he retorted. He gave her ass a hard slap, making her yelp, and she nodded.

"I-I've never done butt stuff before," she admitted. "It freaked me out at f-fiiiiirst," she groaned, squeezing his legs when he curved his thumb in her hole. "Ohh but it feels reeeeeally good."

"Wait until I use my cock instead of my fingers or tongue," he said with a smirk as he pulled his thumb out. She felt both excitement and concern at the thought, but before she could voice either he gripped his hips and shifted her back until her pussy was hovering over his face.

"H-hang on, you just came there, remember?"

"So?" Was all he said before he plunged his tongue into her wet hole, making her moan. She slowly rocked her hips back and forth, instantly forgetting any concerns she'd voiced and happily letting him feast on her. She returned her focus to his cock, hungrily enjoying the feel of him throbbing in her mouth.

Anya lost track of how long they were like that. Neither of them seemed to be in a rush to cum, instead just enjoying the moans and grunts they were causing one another. The more she tasted him, the more she felt herself aroused, which made her drip more of her juices into him, which seemed to turn him on as well. It was a beautiful cycle that Anya was happy to lay there spending hours getting lost in, her hand massaging his heavy balls while her tongue coated every inch of his cock with spit.

'More,' her wolf said. Anya ignored her, but then she gasped when she felt her wolf surge forward. 'MORE!'

"Dammit," she groaned, rolling off him. Donovan sat up and tilted his head. "Sorry, I really like what we're doing right now, but my wolf is getting restless." Anya crawled forward and ran a hand over Donovan's chest. "I think she needs to be fucked, and frankly so do I."

"Haha, my wolf is also getting annoying." Donovan reached out and stroked her cheek with his thumb. "Hmm... have you ever had sex in your were form before?" Anya's eyes widened. She rarely went into the hybrid form between human and wolf to begin with. Being a werewolf already meant having a heightened libido even as a human. It would be a completely different beast in her were form, where she'd have a harder time maintaining her sense of self. Donovan already made her want to act reckless, and she had no doubt his wolf would push it even further.

"No, I haven't," she admitted. "Have you?" He nodded. "What was it like?"

"It was... a lot," he said, tightening his arms around her and holding her close to him. "Being in that state is already intense, and if you don't have a lot of practice in that form then it can be hard to maintain control." Anya flinched, but Donovan smiled reassuringly. "But I am more than capable of controlling my wolf, and if there's anything I try that makes you uncomfortable, I'll be able to stop it." He brushed a hand through her hair. "If you're not ready, then I will more than happily fuck you like this." She giggled and kissed him.

"I... I think I'll give it a try," she said after mulling it over for a minute. She stood up and took a step back, and he did the same. She closed her eyes, and a moment later her body convulsed. Her nose extended into a snout. Her hair grew out more, and the hair on her body followed suit, transforming into light brown fur that quickly coated her body. Her nails lengthened and stretched, curling into claws. Her ears melted into her head, and a pair of pointed ears grew from her head. Finally, her legs stretched up, fur growing along these limbs as well and claws forming on his toes. Her chest pushed out, and her hips expanded. Finally, when it was all done, she let out a howl.

A low growl from behind her made her turn, and she felt her body heat up. Standing before her was the most gorgeous werewolf she'd ever laid her eyes on. He'd grown to nearly seven feet tall, his massive muscles covered in sleek black fur. His white canines looked like they could rip someone in half, his claws ready to shred you to pieces.

Then there was his cock. It had grown three extra inches and had turned a bright red. Veins crossed along the shaft, leading from the tapered head to the thick knot at the base. She felt her mouth water at the sight of it, and before she knew it she was on her hands and knees, crawling toward him. An act of subservience.

Donovan stood and watched as the beautiful werewolf approached him, his breathing shaky. He watched her kiss up his calf, then his thigh, then drag that long, wet tongue along his burning shaft. He let out a howl of pleasure as she wrapped her mouth around his head, her tongue thrashing against the sharp tip of his cock.

As she took more of him in her mouth, she dragged her hands up the back of his thighs. When she brought them back down, she pressed her claws into his skin. The sharp smell of blood filled her nostrils, and it triggered something in her that made her bob her head faster on him. The only sound that filled the woods now were his pleased groans and the sloppy blowjob that she was happily giving him.

'Mine,' her wolf thought, and Anya moaned in agreement. He was hers. No other woman could have him. She pushed until his cock was in her throat, and her tongue brushed against his knot. The roar he gave sent a shiver down her spine, and when his claws became tangled in her hair, she gladly released her hold on him. She kept her arms behind her back as he thrusted into her mouth, spit spilling down her chin and coating her breasts. The sounds of her gagging and moaning echoed through the night. If anyone was nearby, there was no doubt that'd be able to guess what they were doing. The thought of someone catching them made her even hotter, and as he savaged her throat, she slipped a hand between her legs and rubbed her clit furiously.

After a minute of ruthlessly fucking her throat, he released his hold on her and shoved her to the ground. She looked up at him, panting hard. Her eyes focused first on the sleek cock that was throbbing angrily now. As he got closer, she looked up and practically melted at the hungry look in his eyes.

"My slutty little she-wolf," he snarled, his voice thick. "Prepare yourself." She smirked up at him before turning onto her hands, her chest pressed into the ground and ass raised into the air.

"Take me, Alpha," she purred. Not even a second later, she felt his large hands on her waist, his claws pressing into her skin. She felt his head drag along her lips, her body trembling in anticipation. Then came the sensation of being split open, and as he pushed into her, she instinctively pushed her hips back, both of them groaning in satisfaction.

Anya was surprised to find that despite his larger size, she had a much easier time taking him compared to when they were humans. She supposed the change to her body made a huge difference. He felt snug, but as he slammed his hips back and forth, she moaned in delight. Every sense was kicked up to a hundred, and every time she felt his cock dragged across her pussy and the tip pressed against her deepest parts, it was like every nerve in her brain was firing on high.

"Alphaaaaaa," she moaned as she dug her claws into the dirt, pushing back each time he thrusted forward. The feeling of his knot brushing against her clit with each thrust was the most explosive feeling she'd ever experienced. The pain of his claws pushing into her skin heightened the sense of pleasure. His thrusts became faster, and she responded by slamming back harder, needing to feel as much of him as she could.

"You feel... amazing... my she-wolf..." he growled. His hands slid up her body and cupped her breasts. He pulled her body up and pinched her nipples. She howled as he thrust deep into her, his cock brushing against her g-spot. If his knot on her clit was incredible, his tip rubbing against her g-spot was heavenly. Within seconds she was screaming as she came all over his cock, her juices leaking down his throbbing shaft.

Her orgasm did little to deter Donovan. Instead, it incentivized him to go harder, slamming his thighs against her ass, his claws digging into her breasts now. Anya's tongue hung from her mouth, her lips curled up into a smile and her eyes rolling back into her head.

"Alpha," she moaned. "Oh Alpha I-I-oooooooooh!" She howled as she squirted, her juices spraying his cock and the ground in front of her. She arched against him, her head rolling back and laying on his shoulder. Donovan stilled his hips, keeping his cock buried snugly inside of her and massaging her breasts.

When the tension left her body, she let out a low whine, nuzzling against his cheek. He growled and nipped her ear, making her gasp. Anya licked his cheek in response.

"More," she groaned. He nodded and began rocking his hips back and forth. Her eyes rolled back into her head for a moment as she enjoyed the feeling of his thick shaft rubbing against her deepest parts. One of his hands slid up to her throat and he gave it a gentle squeeze, making her moan.

"I wish I could stay like this forever," he grumbled. He buried his snout into her neck, his tongue slipping out and running along her throat. She let out a low gasp when she felt his canines rub against her throat.

"Y-you could," she said before she could stop herself. She felt him tense behind her.

"Don't say it," he growled. Her body shuddered. She could feel it. His control slipping, his knot pressing hungrily against her welcoming hole.

'Mate,' her wolf thought. 'MATE!'

'NO!' Anya screamed in her mind. 'We can't!'

'Alpha is strong,' her wolf reasoned. 'Alpha protect. Alpha care. Alpha give plenty of pups.' Anya wanted to punch her wolf. She couldn't get mated. It was too soon. But with each thrust of that glorious cock, she felt her resolve get weaker and weaker. Images flashed through her mind. Waking up every morning to a pair of beautiful blue eyes. Strong arms wrapping around her waist as she cooked dinner. A pair of adorable children running up to her, Donovan's smile and her eyes on their face.

'Some part of you just knows.' Her mother's words had fallen on deaf ears before, but now as she pictured a life with Donovan that had never seemed realistic, she understood.

"Mate," she gasped, looking back at him with a seductive smile. She saw his eyes darken and knew she had him.

"Anya," he groaned. Some part of him was resisting, but all it took as her leaning back and kissing him for that part to completely disappear. With a hard thrust of his hips, he knotted her. She released his lips with a howl, feeling more full than ever.

Donovan wasn't through with her though. He tilted her head to the side, and with a growl he sank his fangs into the crook of her neck. Pain and pleasure exploded in Anya, and she screamed again as she came hard on his cock. He snarled into her neck as he came with her, ropes of cum spurting inside of her, coating her insides.

The world around Anya disappeared, and when she came to, she was alone, naked, surrounded by darkness. She looked around, panic setting in. She was very human, and very scared. But then she felt it. A warmth coating her back. She turned to see a bright light in front of her. She shielded her eyes from the flash, and when it disappeared, she uncovered them.

Donovan was there, mere inches away. He smiled as he extended an arm to her. She didn't hesitate. She returned the smile and shot forward, throwing her arms around her and kissing him passionately. Suddenly, color returned to the world around them. Bright, beautiful shades of blue and green and pink. She pulled away from Donovan, and the two held each other with their foreheads pressed against each other. She felt him. In her soul, in her mind. Their brains were connected. Their hearts were beating as one. She wanted to cry.

"Mine," she whispered.

"Mine," he said before kissing her again.

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The sun was starting to set when Scott returned home the following day. As he pulled into the driveway, he groaned at the sight of his father's dark blue Honda Civic. Shame and embarrassment had kept the young man from returning home after the previous night. He was disgusted with himself not only for his behavior, but for letting his sister chase after Donovan. Only Dillon's reassurances that she'd be okay had made him leave the woods that night, and the trio decided to crash at Bobby's house. Scott was too tired and sore to deal with his family, as day turned to night, he knew he couldn't put it off any longer.

When he walked through the front door, he paused. Something felt different. He couldn't put his finger on it, but the air had changed. The sound of laughing and glasses clinking snapped him out of it.

"Mom? Dad?" He called out.

"In here," came his mother's voice from the living room. He walked there and found his parents on the couch, snuggling. A half opened bottle of wine sat on the table.

"Well well, look what the cat dragged in," his father, Peter, said as he rose to his feet. Scott flinched. He and his father were mirror images of one another, though his father was a couple inches taller, had a few wrinkles under his eyes, and had wisps of gray in his hair. "Heard you had an eventful night."

"I suppose Anya told you all about it," Scott said, bowing his head. "I'm sorry. My behavior was unacceptable."

"That's putting it lightly," Sally said, tutting. "You risked your life and the allyship because you were what, embarrassed? You're lucky Anya was able to smooth things out with Donovan."

"I'd say smooth things out is putting it lightly, dear," Peter said. Scott could hear the smile on his father's face, and sure enough when he lifted his head his parents were hugging and smiling.

"Where is she? I should thank her."

"She's not here. She left not too long ago." Sally said, sitting back down on the couch.

"Where did she go?" Scott asked, tilting his head.

"Hartford," Peter said. "She'll be spending the rest of the summer there with her mate." Scott froze, his brain unable to process what his father had just said.

"Her... what?" He said quietly.

"Her mate," Peter repeated. "Last night, Anya and Donovan became mates." Scott stumbled back. Donovan. Donovan? How? Why?

He started laughing. They had to be joking. This was some sort of punishment for how he had acted last night. Anya was probably upstairs, waiting to come down and yell "GOTCHA!"

"That's really funny," Scott said, wiping his eyes. "Oh that's... th- you're joking right?" He looked at his parents, who just shared a look. "They... they actually..."

"Yes," Sally said, smiling again. "It was actually very sweet. I came downstairs this morning and they were in the kitchen making breakfast together. I could tell immediately by their scents. Then I saw the mark on Anya's neck and oh they were both so happy." She sighed in content as she rubbed her own mating mark. Peter sat and wrapped an arm around his wife, kissing her on the head.

"I came home not too long after," Peter said. "Donovan apologized for not getting our blessing first. Said he wished he could have done it right, but when you know, you know." The Alpha looked fondly at his mate, who was blushing now.

"So what, you just let him take her away?" Scott snapped, making both his parents turn and look at him. "You can't really be okay with this! Donovan is an asshole! He's a jerk who-"

"Donovan Holmes is a fine young man," Peter said, his handsome face twisting into a hideous scowl. "He's smart, polite, strong-willed. I've seen him go toe-to-toe with both his fists and his words against Alphas who have decades on him. I can't think of a better man that I'd want my daughter mated with."

"He must have forced her," Scott said, still unable to believe what he was hearing. "Or he blackmailed her or-"

"Anya said it was her choice," Sally said. "She said that her wolf spoke to her, and showed her what a future with Donovan would be like. She was nervous, of course, but she asked him to take her as a mate."

"She's lying for him!" Scott roared. "Not even 24 hours ago she scoffed at the idea of having a mate. Now suddenly she's happy?!"

"That's enough!" Peter said, standing now. Scott suddenly felt like he was ten years old again as he shrank back against the wall. "Do I wish that it could have been handled a bit differently? Yes. However, considering the circumstances around how your mother and I became mates, I'm also not one to judge. What I do know is that they're happy, and they're in love. You should be happy for your sister, and that's that."

Scott stared dumbfounded at his parents. He couldn't believe it. His sister was really gone. She'd become mated to the heir of the most powerful pack in the state. He knew he should be proud and happy, and maybe in a few days he would be. But at the moment, he just felt disgusted with himself.

"So she's... gone?" He said quietly.

"He had to return to Hartford for work, so she packed some stuff and went back with him. She'll return at the end of summer for the rest of her stuff," Sally explained. "Keeping a newly mated pair apart, even for a short period of time, is very dangerous. These next few days are important." He nodded. "Scott, I'm sorry, but I promise she's going to be okay."

"Okay. I'm going to bed," he said numbly. He didn't so much as say good night before leaving the room and trudging up the stairs. Peter sighed and sat back down with his wife, who snuggled up to him.

"Our little girl has a mate," he said, grinning a bit.

"Yeah," Sally said, kissing her husband's neck. "How are you?"

"Honestly, I thought when this day would come I'd be more freaked out. But when I saw them together this morning, the way he was looking at her. I know she'll be safe and taken care of." He looked at his mate, who smiled up at him as she stroked his chest.

"You know, seeing them together made me think about how we became mated," Sally said, parting her legs slightly. The smell of her hit Peter hard, and he let out a low growl.

"Hmmm." He ran a finger along her leg. "You know, it's pretty late. The lake is probably deserted. We could recreate that night," he said with a smirk.

"Grab the wine," Sally said, laughing as she jumped off the couch. Peter laughed as well as he chased his mate out of the house.

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"FUCK! OH GOD YES!" Anya cried out as she came on her mate's cock, her fingers tightening in his hair as she bounced on his throbbing cock. She had lost count of how many times she'd cum since they returned to his apartment. The two hadn't even bothered unpacking the car. He threw her over his shoulder and brought her upstairs, and within seconds they were naked and fucking on the couch.

"I love you," Donovan growled as he kissed her mating mark. "I love you so much."

"I love you too," she sighed, rocking her hips back and forth, grinding slowly on him. She tilted his head so he was looking at her, and she smiled as she looked at his bright blue eyes. "Thank you."

"For what?" He asked, tilting his head.

"For this," she said, kissing his forehead. "All of this."

"I'm the one who should be thanking you, my beautiful she-wolf," he said, returning the smile before turning them over. She giggled as she laid on her back, her laugh turning into a moan as he started thrusting deep into her again.

"Fuuuuuuck," she said, digging her nails into his shoulder. He kissed down to her tits and took one of her nipples into his mouth, his rough tongue flicking out against her. She felt him throb inside of her, and she tightened her legs around his waist.

"Do it," she moaned. "Fucking breed me, Alpha!"

"Fucking slut!" He howled as he started hammering relentlessly into her, the couch shifting back and forth beneath them. Her body shook as the now familiar feeling of a powerful climax overcame her. Before she knew it, she was squirting hard all over him and the couch. Her pussy pushed against him, but he kept himself hilted inside of her as he exploded inside of her. They laid there together, panting and holding one another, the feeling of his warmth spreading inside of her making her smile in content.

"Mine," he said, kissing her gently.

"Mine."