Ava
Oh my god, what is wrong with me? I feel hot and uncomfortable. And so horny. Man, I need a release.
I roll us over, straddling Braiden as I rub my body against his. He smells so dam delicious. I want to taste him,
which is precisely what I do when I nuzzle his neck right back, licking the deliciously scented skin. His moan
mingles with mine. My wolf is also circling. Anxious and excited.
I have never felt this way before.
I am broken out of this delirious, dreamlike state when the door to the gym bursts open, Samuel and Nick barging
in.
“My King, My Queen. I am truly sorry to disturb you. But some of Alpha Nial’s wolves are circling the mansion.”
Samuel looks uncomfortable, and while his intrusion and words usually have me pulling back with embarrassment,
I cannot peel myself away from Braiden.
He senses that and, in one swift maneuver, manages to stand, with me still straddling his hips as I grasp onto his
shoulders. Strong muscles flex everywhere, and the tingles where our skin meets send electric currents straight to
my core and clit, their pulsing need almost an ache.
“Ava is in heat. Her pheromones are so strong it is calling to every unmated male wolf in the vicinity.”
Nick gasps, while Braiden’s words take a little longer to pierce the fog surrounding me. I am in a sexually aroused
haze that is undulating around
me.
“No,” Nick and I say the word simultaneously.
“Ava has never been in heat before. We thought it was because she was rogue and not around other wolves. Or the
silver.”
Heat. I had heard about female wolves going through this—a primal experience between a man and a woman.
What if my wolf forced me to change? It was always so painful. Worry wars with lust, the emotions heightened in
this state.
“This is Ava’s first heat,” Braiden r epeats, both astounded and somewhat... proud.
“Yes,” Nick and I both say while Samuel looks shocked.
“A wolf's first heat is the most intense. This is why your pheromones are so strong—” Samuel’s words are cut off
as he is interrupted by a mind link.
“Alpha Nial’s wolves are becoming aggressive. The royal guards have already had to neutralize two of them. They
have swapped out live rounds with tranquilizers, but I don’t know if we will have enough.”
“It’s fine. I will deal with it.” Braiden holds me close. His eyes have changed, as have mine. Black and white.
Filled with desire as we look at one another.
“You need to trust me. Males in this state do not see reason. I must assert my claim on you, especially since we
have not marked one another.”
Braiden walks us out of the gym, flanked by Nick, Samuel, and more royal guards.
“Can’t you just command them as their King?” Nick asks, the question making me hopeful.
“No. Not when it comes to something like this. It’s too primal. Mating is such a base emotion that even my
command won’t penetrate through that cardinal desire.” Braiden’s words crush the small glimmer of hope I feel,
leaving anxiety in its stead.
“You need to stay behind us. Don’t wander off. If they corner you, they will try to mate with you.” I nod in
understanding, though his words do nothing to calm me down. If wolves were willing to fight their own King, what
they would do to me would be much worse. A forced mating? I shake my head, trying to get the thought out of my
mind.
“We will try and make this quick. Your... symptoms will only get worse.
Stronger and more uncontrollable. It is a little like going insane for a period
of time.”
Does that mean that if one of these wolves did get me alone, I would let them mate me? Surely not.
“Try not to worry, Ava. Just stay behind us,” Nick tries reassuring me, sensing the panic rising.
I am definitely not pr epared for the scene that meets us as we exit the mansion.
Around fifteen wolves snap and growl at the royal guards ke eping them from going further. Sometimes, they even
snap at each other.
Their nostrils flare, and ears perk up. All eyes are on me as Braiden slowly puts me down and then moves me
behind his back. Wolves snare and hair stands up, sharp teeth on display.
While that is happening, I start feeling hotter and hornier, the reaction uncontrollable. So inappropriate considering
the situation we are in.
The wolves must sense this as they start howling and growling, snapping their mouths.
“Mine!” Braiden roars, meeting their growls before shifting.
Alpha wolf. King of the Wolves. I can see it in his human form, but in his wolf form, it is irrefutable. He is huge,
his body as tall as I am, and some.
Completely black, down to the hair on his snout. A snout which is twitching as teeth are bared. This is what an
Alpha King looks like. He is bigger, stronger, more aggressive.
My wolf preens, pushing forward as we see our mate in this form.
Glorious. Primal. Delicious.
It is a struggle to ke ep her from completely transforming, even with both of us knowing the pain that would ensue.
Braiden’s large paws hit the ground menacingly as he circles my body, his tail wrapping around me.
Need courses through me at this display of possessiveness, his scent lingering on my skin. The delirious fever I
have going on is making my body slick with perspiration, and the spot between my legs drips with lubrication,
making my panties wet.
That must be what tips the current situation over the edge as all chaos breaks loose. Wolves lunge at the royal
guards while some break through their defensive line. Braiden, Samuel, and Nick meet in the middle in their wolf
form, a mess of flying fur, growls, snapping jaws, and claws. It is not
pretty, and I back away, trying to create some distance while ke eping within eyesight. Braiden's earlier words are
still in the forefront of my mind. I didn’t want to be forcibly, or otherwise, mated to someone who wasn’t Braiden.
This all seems so unbelievable. Men fighting over a woman like she was a piece of property. Some wolves are
getting really hurt as Braiden plows through them. Maybe if I went inside and put on some perfume, I could mask
the scent.
I know what Braiden said about wandering off, but I would lock the mansion door behind me—uncertainty wars
within. But the decision is made when I see a small brown wolf being thrown across the lawn. There is no way I
can allow this craziness to continue just because I am in heat. All of this for sex? It’s madness.
I turn on my heel and run inside, locking the door behind me.
Then, I run up the stairs, taking them two at a time.
As my foot lands on the last stair, a noise to my right brings me to a dead stop, my heart dropping to my stomach as
fear courses through me.
A medium-sized brown-haired wolf is standing, ready to lunge inside the mansion, his brown eyes almost familiar.
Even in the way he assesses me.
Shit. Exactly what Braiden warned me about is happening. My eyes dart around the room and then back down the
stairs as I try to figure out my best move. If I ran, the wolf would follow. They loved the chase.
But what else was I to do? Out of options, I do the only thing I can and start running. Paws hit the floor behind me.
The only thought going through my mind is that I hope Braiden gets to me in time.