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The forest was warm this time of year, heat seemed to pulsate forth from the sun in large waves. The trees, although providing shade, only afforded a small amount of comfort. The pack was moving, migrating again just as they did every time the winter ended. The pack members had considerable wealth and a small village on the outskirts of the forest had been erected, humans usually stayed away. During the summer the village was their home, an easy place to live since the forest remained so close. Usually when the weather got colder, when the air grew chillier, and days grew shorter the pack had more opportunity to change. In the winter wolves were much harder to hunt, so it was the packs golden time. The summer and the spring served as the packs mating season and this year Ella reached the age. The age when she would be chosen by somebody, the age when she would lose her freedom.
She lacked enthusiasm for this upcoming stage in her life, she hated the idea of being someone else’s. She hated that the males of her kind got exactly what they wanted. She despised that it would be hard to disobey her mate, she just couldn’t stand the way it all worked. Ella didn’t even have the right to pick her mate, to love her mate beforehand. Most of the females in the pack were excited, they wanted to be possessed. She shook her head at the thought, how could someone wish to have their freedom taken away? Not to mention, the males always got so territorial when they finally took their mate and Ella liked the freedom to talk to all of the pack without being followed around. A deep sigh escaped her lips and her grey eyes scanned the woods, they were almost there and her legs were tired. She hated how achy her body became when she wasn’t a wolf, when she walked on seemingly human legs.
She walked alone, talking to no one as she moved forward, her dress dragging against the forest floor. They had come upon clothes a while back, outfitted themselves discreetly and moved on. She actually liked the dress she had taken. A green dress, very simple, yet very flattering. The fabric covered her shoulders and her arms, but dipped down exposing a small amount of her round breasts. Then it tightened around the torso, but fell loosely at the hips. Ella wished to keep this dress, even when she arrived at the village. Even though most of the pack had seen each other naked, Ella often ran off alone to change forms. She did not enjoy eyes on her naked form, very few had ever seen her nude. Some of the girls would whisper about her, complain about how her contribution to the pack was minimal.
Ella knew they were right at times, if she weren’t born into the pack she very well might have been a lone wolf. A title she often craved for, but since she was a worthy hunter she was kept around. Her thoughts had been so consuming that she hardly realized when the village came into view. She smiled at its isolation and wanted desperately to enter her home, one that used to belong to her parents. A sadness crept into her eyes as she recalled the memory of their deaths. How cruel fate could be. With a slight shake she maneuvered her way out of the forest and into the village. She smiled slightly at the happiness that exuded from the pack, the distance had been a long one. She shared the satisfaction of being home, just not the satisfaction of what was to come. After settling in, Ella knew the males would begin to harass the females. Some fights would break out and then worst of all the females would go into heat. Her body quivered at the thought.
Ella hoped none of the males had taken an interest in her due to her loner qualities. She also hoped that if possible she could escape the whole process. It had happened in the past, a few women who never got picked and remained mateless. Ella desperately hoped that would happen, otherwise she would have to fight. She did not want to mate and already decided that if it came down to it, she would rather die than get imprinted on.
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It was that time of the year again, the most important time in a males life in the pack. As the summer arrived it was time to claim the eligible young women, for the first mating. Of course it wasn't just a simple thing, you couldn't just walk up to the female you desired and grab her. Pecking order had to be established, status in the pack was an immensely important thing and a week before the chosen night the males of the pack would assemble in a clearing in the woods, away from any prying eyes that might otherwise spy this immensely important ritual... and there the males fought among themselves for priority when it came to picking their mates. The results were always respected to the up most, and on rare occasions the might even carry on to the death when two young men both desired the same eligible female.
This year there had been no deaths, Donovan had defeated any who had attempted to challenge him. He was still young, only twenty years old but already there was talk that one day he might be able to challenge for the position of Alpha of the pack, leadership, responsibility, and of course the added benefit of being able to enjoy several mates... a right afforded only to the alpha of the pack.
Any challenge was a few years away at the earliest though, something Donovan reflected on as he climbed from the pool where he had been swimming, pushing his long hair back from his eyes and taking a deep breath, he had been in the water for a while and his body burned from the time that he had spent swimming, though as he stood on the bank of the pool and pulled on a pair of dark cotton trousers he could already feel the burning recede, his body recovering quickly. It was almost time, the sun was starting to set and before long the full moon would be rising, humans might think that the moon controlled the transformations of werewolves but the truth was of course more complicated. The transformation could occur at any time, it was easily controlled most of the time though some factors could make maintaining that control more difficult... but a full moon did heighten the call, make the animal nature come to the fore.
Setting off at an easy run he made his way back to the village, it was only a few miles away but by the time he got there the sun had begun to dip below the horizon. Already people were starting to assemble, the eligible young women standing in a rough line, some looking quite eager, others almost desperate as they looked over the assembling males, and one in particular looked quite disinterested in the entire affair as though she would rather be anywhere else. It was her that Donovan had been interested in for quite some time, having seen her many times before, strength and beauty rolled into one.
Others might prefer a more pliant young thing, something easier to deal with but Donovan wanted the challenge, he wanted a mate that would enhance his reputation, being an asset should he even challenge the current alpha for position. As he moved into the group there was of course the expected posturing, a few fights breaking out as males tried to make minor changes in the order of the selection at the last moment, and of course the display was also there to impress the females... some of them might even enter heat because of the display before them, it had been known to happen in the past.
But Donovan ignored all that, making his way through the males and approaching the assembled females with a small smirk on his face. A few growled as he passed them but such petty little displays from males that he had defeated soundly a mere seven days before. Fully enjoying his right as the victor of the contest he slowly walked down the line, sniffing slowly as he passed the eligible females, slowly making his way towards Ella, the one who had caught his eye, the one he had already chosen but instead he was taking his time, dragging things out as was his right.
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Ella had tried to think of other things while settle into her very comfortable home. She changed her clothes since that lovely green dress had been dirty. She didn’t want to stand out when the ceremony began, she didn’t want to look eager, and she didn’t want to look tame. She slipped into the dullest dress she owned, yet somehow it still looked amazing on her curves. This time, however, her cleavage did not show. The dress seemed to be a much more conservative one, hopefully it wouldn’t provoke any of the men. She moved in her house, pacing as she thought about what would soon happen. She grew dizzy thinking about the ordeal and instead of continuing to think about it, she gazed into a small mirror. It hung on the wall, her parents had bought it before their deaths. She looked at herself and snarled, trying to look unappealing in every way possible. When she was satisfied with her scariest face, she went on to practice her dull face. After an hour of practicing how to look unappealing, Ella sat once again.
Her mind eventually drifted off into some sort of slumber, one that didn’t suit her mood well. It was light and she felt as if she were still awake. The sounds of the world were not completely muffled, despite the fact that she lay asleep. She didn’t know how long she stayed like that, in a dreadful nap that felt more like she was awake. She figured a long time though, since a loud knock sounded on her door followed by a voice that demanded for her to stand in the selection line. With extreme aggravation she pushed her body up from the chair, she ruffled her own hair out of habit and then exited. Her eyes flickered from woman to woman as they lined up, trying to get closer in line. They all wore their most provocative attire and did their hair as perfect as could be. They stood shuffling about impatiently waiting for the men to arrive. Some of the women snarled as she walked by, but that only caused Ella to give them a lazy smirk. Did they really think she wanted this? How stupid.
After everyone had found their place in the line, she made her way to the very back as far as she could get from the males eyes. Best females first right? She chuckled to herself and tried to remain out of sight. When the men finally did arrive, Ella grew serious and pushed herself behind the rest of the females. Her eyes grew darker as she peered at them, gazed at their greedy, lustful eyes. She could barely stomach it, she’d be damned if she was given to one of them. They couldn’t even possibly understand love or what it meant to be a true mate. Alphas were the worst, they could plunder through all the women they wanted. They could take and take and take, it disgusted Ella deeply.
Some males were even snapping at each other asserting their dominance. A few females even started to whine desperately for the males to pick them, it was pathetic. Ella grew annoyed with the wait, she wished they would get on with it already so she could be off and free once again. Then he appeared, one of the strongest males in the pack. She knew him, she had watched him fight and hunt, and he definitely was strong. He probably would be an alpha one day. His hair trickled down his back, his jaw strong. She couldn’t deny he was handsome, but she could immediately detect his arrogance. The way he slowly strode by the females, stopping at a few and sniffing. It looked as if he were shopping for food at a human market. His demeanor made her sick, she wished he'd pick someone already, but he kept dragging his selection on. After a moment of though, her eyes darted toward him. Why wasn’t he stopping? Panic began to arise. No way would he want a disobedient, very angry, disinterested mate. He better not pick me Ella thought angrily.
Her mind eventually drifted off into some sort of slumber, one that didn’t suit her mood well. It was light and she felt as if she were still awake. The sounds of the world were not completely muffled, despite the fact that she lay asleep. She didn’t know how long she stayed like that, in a dreadful nap that felt more like she was awake. She figured a long time though, since a loud knock sounded on her door followed by a voice that demanded for her to stand in the selection line. With extreme aggravation she pushed her body up from the chair, she ruffled her own hair out of habit and then exited. Her eyes flickered from woman to woman as they lined up, trying to get closer in line. They all wore their most provocative attire and did their hair as perfect as could be. They stood shuffling about impatiently waiting for the men to arrive. Some of the women snarled as she walked by, but that only caused Ella to give them a lazy smirk. Did they really think she wanted this? How stupid.
After everyone had found their place in the line, she made her way to the very back as far as she could get from the males eyes. Best females first right? She chuckled to herself and tried to remain out of sight. When the men finally did arrive, Ella grew serious and pushed herself behind the rest of the females. Her eyes grew darker as she peered at them, gazed at their greedy, lustful eyes. She could barely stomach it, she’d be damned if she was given to one of them. They couldn’t even possibly understand love or what it meant to be a true mate. Alphas were the worst, they could plunder through all the women they wanted. They could take and take and take, it disgusted Ella deeply.
Some males were even snapping at each other asserting their dominance. A few females even started to whine desperately for the males to pick them, it was pathetic. Ella grew annoyed with the wait, she wished they would get on with it already so she could be off and free once again. Then he appeared, one of the strongest males in the pack. She knew him, she had watched him fight and hunt, and he definitely was strong. He probably would be an alpha one day. His hair trickled down his back, his jaw strong. She couldn’t deny he was handsome, but she could immediately detect his arrogance. The way he slowly strode by the females, stopping at a few and sniffing. It looked as if he were shopping for food at a human market. His demeanor made her sick, she wished he'd pick someone already, but he kept dragging his selection on. After a moment of though, her eyes darted toward him. Why wasn’t he stopping? Panic began to arise. No way would he want a disobedient, very angry, disinterested mate. He better not pick me Ella thought angrily.
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Making his way down the line Donovan had to pass plenty of attractive and fertile young women who were practically throwing themselves at him. Nearly each and every one of them would bare their neck to him, to avoid eye contact, to ensure that there was a coy little smile on their face. It was tempting of course but the one who worked to look as disinterested as possible had caught his eye quite some time ago and Donovan had already made up his mind. Unlike the others she wasn't whining and she wasn't baring her neck to him, she wasn't the submissive little whore in waiting like all the others but Donovan was looking forward to the challenge, knowing she wouldn't be able to fight her own instincts, knowing she wouldn't be able keep herself from craving him before too long.
Reaching the end of the line, knowing there were plenty of females behind him feeling rather confused because he hadn't chosen them. They suspected he was a good contender to become the next alpha and they wanted the status that came from such a powerful mate. Donovan paid them no mind though and came to a stop before Ella, looking her over slowly with a smirk over his face. She was dressed so conservatively compared to the women who were there as would be rivals to her, there was something alluring about that, thinking she could just keep any potential male away from her just by trying to be as disinterested as possible. She might not realize it but plenty of the young men had been keeping an eye on her for some time.
Standing before her Donovan was slowly looking her over as though undressing her with his eyes, breathing in deeply so that he could catch her scent better, a wide grin spreading over his face, showing off his white teeth, his canines having descended quite a bit due to the excitement of the moment, it was harder to fight off the natural urges right then and there. He had chosen his mate, he would have what he wanted right now and there wouldn't be any stopping him. To anyone watching it was pretty clear that he had made up his mind about what he wanted and slowly he made his way behind her.
There, before the entire pack assembled, the females waiting for their mates and the eager waiting males watching and hoping that he would just hurry up so that they would get their turn. Stepping in close behind Ella Donovan reached around her, gripping her chin and slowly turning her face aside, inhaling her scent again deeply before his head twisted in closer to her, mouth open wide...
His bit down on the junction of neck and shoulder, teeth gripping roughly, marking her as his as he pressed against her from behind, further evidence of his arousal.
Reaching the end of the line, knowing there were plenty of females behind him feeling rather confused because he hadn't chosen them. They suspected he was a good contender to become the next alpha and they wanted the status that came from such a powerful mate. Donovan paid them no mind though and came to a stop before Ella, looking her over slowly with a smirk over his face. She was dressed so conservatively compared to the women who were there as would be rivals to her, there was something alluring about that, thinking she could just keep any potential male away from her just by trying to be as disinterested as possible. She might not realize it but plenty of the young men had been keeping an eye on her for some time.
Standing before her Donovan was slowly looking her over as though undressing her with his eyes, breathing in deeply so that he could catch her scent better, a wide grin spreading over his face, showing off his white teeth, his canines having descended quite a bit due to the excitement of the moment, it was harder to fight off the natural urges right then and there. He had chosen his mate, he would have what he wanted right now and there wouldn't be any stopping him. To anyone watching it was pretty clear that he had made up his mind about what he wanted and slowly he made his way behind her.
There, before the entire pack assembled, the females waiting for their mates and the eager waiting males watching and hoping that he would just hurry up so that they would get their turn. Stepping in close behind Ella Donovan reached around her, gripping her chin and slowly turning her face aside, inhaling her scent again deeply before his head twisted in closer to her, mouth open wide...
His bit down on the junction of neck and shoulder, teeth gripping roughly, marking her as his as he pressed against her from behind, further evidence of his arousal.
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The further down the line he came the more Ella felt panic bubble inside her. Her hair stood up on the back of her neck and her hands shook more than a little. She tried to keep her face dull, but her attempts seemed to be failing. She eyed a couple women who displayed their necks for him and she desperately hoped he would bite. Their allure seemed so much greater than hers, why didn’t he just claim them? They were so willing, so ready for their mates just as their parents had been before. So why then, would he choose her? She had tried so hard to make the men of this pack disinterested in her, and yet here he is standing before her, observing her form. Her frightened grey eyes roamed over him as well and then a growl escaped her lips. This growl, however, was not similar to the ones the other women emitted. Hers was deep, rough, and defensive in its utmost form.
Sadly, her growl did not make him back away, it was almost like he hadn't heard her at all. She felt shocked and more than a bit uncomfortable as his eyes lingered on certain parts of her body. Even worse was the deep inhale he took to get a whiff of her scent, his smirk afterward disturbed her. Her own anger, frustration, and fear radiated through her body. She couldn’t get him to stop looking at her and she felt her own primal side escaping. Her own teeth began to steadily elongate, she looked as if she were getting ready to attack, wound him so that he couldn’t possibly want her. As her teeth grew, he only smiled revealing the length of his own razor sharp canines. Her own body froze as she gazed at them and pictured him biting into her, marking her his. She felt her breath hitch as if she were suffocating, that just couldn’t happen to her.
Just as she grew restless, he moved in closer to her and then everything began to happen so fast. Ella could barely process the idea that he was now behind her and her necks was fully exposed to him. Another defensive growl escaped her lips as her hand gripped his arm and dug in. She wanted him to back away from her, she wanted him to take off running; however, he was undaunted by her small movements and before she could attempt anything bigger his teeth were in her. At first the pain overwhelmed her, but then other feelings began to flood her senses. Terrible, terrible things that she wished she couldn’t feel. Her body began to heat up as if she were being filled with warmth and desire. On top of that her heart felt as if it would explode, she felt this devastating need to love him. Her own feelings and the feelings the imprint caused her clashed epically. A distressed whine left her lips as she experienced her worst nightmare, her freedom had been stolen.
When the process of imprinting finished, she felt the wounds upon her neck heal, but not as other wounds healed. Usually when a mark was left no scars would be left, but with this two unique scars were located upon her neck. Displayed for everyone to see. Her senses were extremely acute to him, fixed on his closeness. She could feel his arousal pressed against her innocent body. Her own body seemed to react to him, despite her angry thoughts. What would she do now? How could she avoid this? Ella still a bit shaken from the way the imprint overloaded her senses, moved forward slowly. She felt a deep pang within her heart and an emptiness as she removed herself from the physical contact previously had with him. She almost crumbled with how much it hurt her, but with a deep breath she braced herself. She eyed her home and then with her own anger building up she made a dash for her home. Her dress trailed behind her and her dark black hair swayed behind her. With each step away from her she could feel an awful feeling tearing her up inside, but she fought against it. She hated that she felt prisoner in her own body. She hated him for choosing her.
Sadly, her growl did not make him back away, it was almost like he hadn't heard her at all. She felt shocked and more than a bit uncomfortable as his eyes lingered on certain parts of her body. Even worse was the deep inhale he took to get a whiff of her scent, his smirk afterward disturbed her. Her own anger, frustration, and fear radiated through her body. She couldn’t get him to stop looking at her and she felt her own primal side escaping. Her own teeth began to steadily elongate, she looked as if she were getting ready to attack, wound him so that he couldn’t possibly want her. As her teeth grew, he only smiled revealing the length of his own razor sharp canines. Her own body froze as she gazed at them and pictured him biting into her, marking her his. She felt her breath hitch as if she were suffocating, that just couldn’t happen to her.
Just as she grew restless, he moved in closer to her and then everything began to happen so fast. Ella could barely process the idea that he was now behind her and her necks was fully exposed to him. Another defensive growl escaped her lips as her hand gripped his arm and dug in. She wanted him to back away from her, she wanted him to take off running; however, he was undaunted by her small movements and before she could attempt anything bigger his teeth were in her. At first the pain overwhelmed her, but then other feelings began to flood her senses. Terrible, terrible things that she wished she couldn’t feel. Her body began to heat up as if she were being filled with warmth and desire. On top of that her heart felt as if it would explode, she felt this devastating need to love him. Her own feelings and the feelings the imprint caused her clashed epically. A distressed whine left her lips as she experienced her worst nightmare, her freedom had been stolen.
When the process of imprinting finished, she felt the wounds upon her neck heal, but not as other wounds healed. Usually when a mark was left no scars would be left, but with this two unique scars were located upon her neck. Displayed for everyone to see. Her senses were extremely acute to him, fixed on his closeness. She could feel his arousal pressed against her innocent body. Her own body seemed to react to him, despite her angry thoughts. What would she do now? How could she avoid this? Ella still a bit shaken from the way the imprint overloaded her senses, moved forward slowly. She felt a deep pang within her heart and an emptiness as she removed herself from the physical contact previously had with him. She almost crumbled with how much it hurt her, but with a deep breath she braced herself. She eyed her home and then with her own anger building up she made a dash for her home. Her dress trailed behind her and her dark black hair swayed behind her. With each step away from her she could feel an awful feeling tearing her up inside, but she fought against it. She hated that she felt prisoner in her own body. She hated him for choosing her.
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Her attempt to scare him off with her little growl did little more then amuse Donovan... if she thought that she could do anything at all to resist his will then she was deluding herself. He was the strongest of his generation, defeating all comers and a contender for Alpha one day, if she attempted to fight him then it would of course go poorly for her and running away from him couldn't really work out any better for her. The most she would be able to do was irritate him and that of course would be a terrible choice for her to make.
After biting her Donovan slowly took a step back from her, knowing the imprinting process wouldn't take too long, this was something that everyone had seen before and he knew the power it would give him over her body. He was looking out at the other assembled, clearly gloating, a proud smirk on his face as he waited for Ella to stumble back against him, waiting for her to be rendered essentially powerless by the feelings that would be rushing into her. In the past even the most proud female was usually rendered powerless by the imprinting, Ella could resist all she liked but there was no changing what had just occurred, she now belonged to Donovan, in his eyes, the eyes of the pack, and of course her own body would know it even if she hated that fact.
She managed to surprise him though as she held enough control over herself to run from him, dashing off in the direction of her home. It was funny that she seemed to think that would work, there was no escaping from him now, he would be able to track him by more then just her scent, he would be able to find her no matter how far or fast she ran from him. No head start would ever matter...
“She must be eager to have some privacy.” Donovan growled, earning some chuckles from the others who were focused on their own choices, groups moving forward in accordance with how well they had done in the earlier fighting. His comment hid his annoyance though, he had been looking forward to throwing her to the ground and mounting her there before the assembled members of the pack, the public display of domination part of his right as her mate. Knowing he wouldn't have too much trouble catching her he set off quickly, where she was dashing as quick as she could Donovan was moving easily, long and powerful strides closing the distance between them as she rushed for her home.
Just as she slipped in and the door started to shut behind her Donovan crashed into it, slamming it open with his full body wait and striding into her home, which was now his according to the laws of the pack... he had his own home but there was no reason not for him to enjoy a second home for a little while at least... the perks of his status existed for him to enjoy. Without even looking he pushed the door shut, smiling at the sound of the latch catching. “Do you really think that you can get away?” He asked, his voice a low growl as he stalked towards his mate. “Running from me is really just insulting... honestly I would rather you try to fight me.” Equally meaningless but at least that would be entertaining to him.
After biting her Donovan slowly took a step back from her, knowing the imprinting process wouldn't take too long, this was something that everyone had seen before and he knew the power it would give him over her body. He was looking out at the other assembled, clearly gloating, a proud smirk on his face as he waited for Ella to stumble back against him, waiting for her to be rendered essentially powerless by the feelings that would be rushing into her. In the past even the most proud female was usually rendered powerless by the imprinting, Ella could resist all she liked but there was no changing what had just occurred, she now belonged to Donovan, in his eyes, the eyes of the pack, and of course her own body would know it even if she hated that fact.
She managed to surprise him though as she held enough control over herself to run from him, dashing off in the direction of her home. It was funny that she seemed to think that would work, there was no escaping from him now, he would be able to track him by more then just her scent, he would be able to find her no matter how far or fast she ran from him. No head start would ever matter...
“She must be eager to have some privacy.” Donovan growled, earning some chuckles from the others who were focused on their own choices, groups moving forward in accordance with how well they had done in the earlier fighting. His comment hid his annoyance though, he had been looking forward to throwing her to the ground and mounting her there before the assembled members of the pack, the public display of domination part of his right as her mate. Knowing he wouldn't have too much trouble catching her he set off quickly, where she was dashing as quick as she could Donovan was moving easily, long and powerful strides closing the distance between them as she rushed for her home.
Just as she slipped in and the door started to shut behind her Donovan crashed into it, slamming it open with his full body wait and striding into her home, which was now his according to the laws of the pack... he had his own home but there was no reason not for him to enjoy a second home for a little while at least... the perks of his status existed for him to enjoy. Without even looking he pushed the door shut, smiling at the sound of the latch catching. “Do you really think that you can get away?” He asked, his voice a low growl as he stalked towards his mate. “Running from me is really just insulting... honestly I would rather you try to fight me.” Equally meaningless but at least that would be entertaining to him.
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The feelings coursing through her body were overwhelming and terribly potent. Her whole body felt like it was warring with itself. Her own thoughts, opinions, and beliefs felt jeopardized by the feelings trying to overcome her. In an odd way, she could even feel his emotions since her body reacted to them immediately. The irritation that coursed through him due to her erupt dash had her legs shaking, her body wanted her to stop and crumble. By the time her hands reached the door and her body shoved itself inside, he had already arrived. Trying to shut the door did absolutely nothing as his body slammed into it, making Ella stumble backward. She gripped the table that was directly behind her and let a deep breath escape her lips.
She gazed around her home looking at the walls and decorations she had put up, she whined softly. Her eyebrows clinched downward, giving her an appearance of a puppy in pain. Her home would be ruined by him and then eventually taken away. All the memories that she recalled of her parents, and of her childhood would disappear so easily. Not only that, but the way his large form fit in her home made no sense. He looked so intense that he appeared completely out of place in her personalized space. The click of the door shutting behind him snapped Ella out of her thoughts and her gaze immediately fixed on him.
He strode forward quickly, moving right in front of her. The full force of his irritation hit her, making her body shake and want to give out. She let out another desperate whine, gripping the side of her dress in a death like clamp. His question annoyed her thoroughly, he didn’t get it. He was just like every other arrogant male who didn’t feel anything. She frowned inwardly when she thought about her father. Her mom and dad really did seem to love each other, but her mother had said that she had always loved her father. Her mother had told her that when he chose her as his mate it only solidified everything that had come before. Ella wished she could have had that, but her parents were a rare scenario. Most men were like the one standing before her, cold hearted pigs.
With a deep breath, Ella braced herself for the onslaught of emotion that would fight against her words. “You just don’t get it!” she replied through gritted teeth. Her voice struggled to continue, but she pushed on. “You get to sit there and watch me struggle with myself, grovel to you. I have to be a prisoner in my own body, hardly able to voice my own opinion. You get to be free and since you will probably be alpha you will claim others. You will cause terrible emotions to plague me as you take other mates, even when I don’t want the emotions. You think I wouldn’t try to just run?” She was out of breath by the time she finished her angry response. She breathed in an out as if gasping for more air, her own body tried to shut her up. “You can be arrogant all you want. My body will probably cave in, but my mind will always hate you.”
She gazed around her home looking at the walls and decorations she had put up, she whined softly. Her eyebrows clinched downward, giving her an appearance of a puppy in pain. Her home would be ruined by him and then eventually taken away. All the memories that she recalled of her parents, and of her childhood would disappear so easily. Not only that, but the way his large form fit in her home made no sense. He looked so intense that he appeared completely out of place in her personalized space. The click of the door shutting behind him snapped Ella out of her thoughts and her gaze immediately fixed on him.
He strode forward quickly, moving right in front of her. The full force of his irritation hit her, making her body shake and want to give out. She let out another desperate whine, gripping the side of her dress in a death like clamp. His question annoyed her thoroughly, he didn’t get it. He was just like every other arrogant male who didn’t feel anything. She frowned inwardly when she thought about her father. Her mom and dad really did seem to love each other, but her mother had said that she had always loved her father. Her mother had told her that when he chose her as his mate it only solidified everything that had come before. Ella wished she could have had that, but her parents were a rare scenario. Most men were like the one standing before her, cold hearted pigs.
With a deep breath, Ella braced herself for the onslaught of emotion that would fight against her words. “You just don’t get it!” she replied through gritted teeth. Her voice struggled to continue, but she pushed on. “You get to sit there and watch me struggle with myself, grovel to you. I have to be a prisoner in my own body, hardly able to voice my own opinion. You get to be free and since you will probably be alpha you will claim others. You will cause terrible emotions to plague me as you take other mates, even when I don’t want the emotions. You think I wouldn’t try to just run?” She was out of breath by the time she finished her angry response. She breathed in an out as if gasping for more air, her own body tried to shut her up. “You can be arrogant all you want. My body will probably cave in, but my mind will always hate you.”
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Her little outburst, claiming that he couldn't understand didn't mean a thing to him at all. Did she really think that she would earn some sort of emotional response from her mate just because she hated how things worked. The Alpha of the pack was the strongest, the most capable of dealing with responsibility, the one who would lead the pack through harder times and ensure they were always able to find good hunting. The perks that came with being the alpha, the power that you had over the others, the right to the claim several mates, were all there to make the position more attractive, counterbalance the responsibility with pleasures and Donovan knew that he was the best possible there was. The current alpha was growing older but Donovan was young, just entering his prime... his grandfather had been alpha in his time and Donovan saw it as his birth right.
Moving in towards Ella he started eyeing her hungrily, the look of a predator approaching his next meal. There was no where for her to run anymore and there was no chance that she could possibly outfight him, there was only one way that this was going to end and for Donovan dragging it out a little while only made it more enjoyable.
“You might think it is that easy...” He said slowly, half chuckling at her as drew close enough now that he could touch her should he chose too, very little room to run in this home, his own place was significantly larger with plenty of room for the children that she would carry for him. “You might think that it will be easy to hate me for the rest of your life... but your body belongs to me now, your body will respond to me at all times, right now I own your body and in time I will own your heart and your mind... its in our nature and no one can fight that.”
He moved quickly, as though lunging for a deer that had been run down for half the night, one hand reaching for her hair seeking to ensnare her and keep her from running away, his other hand reaching for her dress, seeking to rip it away from her body so that he could examine what was his. “Your body belongs to me...” He repeated slowly, making sure there was plenty of time for every word to sink into her mind. “And you belong to me, so right now I think I might just enjoy what is mine... and I know that you will enjoy it as well.”
Moving in towards Ella he started eyeing her hungrily, the look of a predator approaching his next meal. There was no where for her to run anymore and there was no chance that she could possibly outfight him, there was only one way that this was going to end and for Donovan dragging it out a little while only made it more enjoyable.
“You might think it is that easy...” He said slowly, half chuckling at her as drew close enough now that he could touch her should he chose too, very little room to run in this home, his own place was significantly larger with plenty of room for the children that she would carry for him. “You might think that it will be easy to hate me for the rest of your life... but your body belongs to me now, your body will respond to me at all times, right now I own your body and in time I will own your heart and your mind... its in our nature and no one can fight that.”
He moved quickly, as though lunging for a deer that had been run down for half the night, one hand reaching for her hair seeking to ensnare her and keep her from running away, his other hand reaching for her dress, seeking to rip it away from her body so that he could examine what was his. “Your body belongs to me...” He repeated slowly, making sure there was plenty of time for every word to sink into her mind. “And you belong to me, so right now I think I might just enjoy what is mine... and I know that you will enjoy it as well.”
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After her words were out in the open, Donovan moved toward her with a hunger that she could sense. His own lust for her could be felt within her body, making her hair stand up on her body. She could feel her body yearn for his, yearn to enter into heat. Ella wouldn’t let that happen yet, she knew she couldn’t hold it forever, but for now fighting it off seemed to work. Her fists were clenched at her sides as her body warred with itself. She did hate him and she knew that her mind was strong, even if she did go into heat, even if she did lose herself in the physical for a while she would remember her hostility toward him. He could never have her mind. She would not break, her heart was not meant to be subdued by a man such as him. An uncaring, arrogant man who knew nothing on how to be a leader and knew nothing about her.
His deep, husky voice slithered into Ella’s ears provoking her anger as he spoke. His chuckle sounded immoral as he moved even closer now. She could feel his body heat radiating off of his skin, it made Ella’s legs quiver. She hated these reactions, but she knew that her nature was forcing her to feel this. She knew that his presence would trigger her heat. Her body felt as if were growing hotter, as if she were lit on fire, she could feel the sweat start to break out. It was so hard fighting off her nature, but she didn’t want to go into heat. Her anger bubbled over at his words, despite the fact that her body longed for him. “You just don’t fucking know me do you!” she barked, her nails starting to grow sharp, her teeth elongating significantly. Before she could even get one hit on him though, he had already lunged.
She could not deny that his speed and strength were great, definitely alpha material. When he was alpha, he would be even harder to defy. He would act as both her leader and her mate, a very confining situation. His hand had gripped her hair, yanking it and holding her in place. His other hand found her beautiful dress, her conservative outfit she thought would have protected her. His hand gripped at it and the words that followed made her body heat in excitement, but her mind and heart growled in anger and in fear. Many females, even the most eager ones, grew afraid when their mate mounted them. Despite the want to be taken and the need the body experiences, pain is still felt on the first time. Of course after a while the pain dulls and the females usually bask in pleasure, but for Ella there would be no basking in pleasure. There would be no afterglow, no affection, only a growing hatred that would consume her.
His hand was still entangled within her hair when she decided she would not let him have her so easily. Her body still warred with her, everything it wanted she desperately tried to hold off. Her hands raised and with one quick blow, her hands came down on Donovan’s chest. Her claws dug a deep gash into his chest and then, despite his painful grip on her hair and the throbbing pain in her head, Ella grabbed his arm. She dug her claws into his arm, she knew he was strong and that he would heal, but she was sending him a message loud and clear. Her mind and her heart was that of a warrior. She knew her body would cave, that she would enter into heat, and she knew that she would need him. That his body would be the key to her relief, but she also knew that when she awoke from the haze she would not simply forget her feelings.
His deep, husky voice slithered into Ella’s ears provoking her anger as he spoke. His chuckle sounded immoral as he moved even closer now. She could feel his body heat radiating off of his skin, it made Ella’s legs quiver. She hated these reactions, but she knew that her nature was forcing her to feel this. She knew that his presence would trigger her heat. Her body felt as if were growing hotter, as if she were lit on fire, she could feel the sweat start to break out. It was so hard fighting off her nature, but she didn’t want to go into heat. Her anger bubbled over at his words, despite the fact that her body longed for him. “You just don’t fucking know me do you!” she barked, her nails starting to grow sharp, her teeth elongating significantly. Before she could even get one hit on him though, he had already lunged.
She could not deny that his speed and strength were great, definitely alpha material. When he was alpha, he would be even harder to defy. He would act as both her leader and her mate, a very confining situation. His hand had gripped her hair, yanking it and holding her in place. His other hand found her beautiful dress, her conservative outfit she thought would have protected her. His hand gripped at it and the words that followed made her body heat in excitement, but her mind and heart growled in anger and in fear. Many females, even the most eager ones, grew afraid when their mate mounted them. Despite the want to be taken and the need the body experiences, pain is still felt on the first time. Of course after a while the pain dulls and the females usually bask in pleasure, but for Ella there would be no basking in pleasure. There would be no afterglow, no affection, only a growing hatred that would consume her.
His hand was still entangled within her hair when she decided she would not let him have her so easily. Her body still warred with her, everything it wanted she desperately tried to hold off. Her hands raised and with one quick blow, her hands came down on Donovan’s chest. Her claws dug a deep gash into his chest and then, despite his painful grip on her hair and the throbbing pain in her head, Ella grabbed his arm. She dug her claws into his arm, she knew he was strong and that he would heal, but she was sending him a message loud and clear. Her mind and her heart was that of a warrior. She knew her body would cave, that she would enter into heat, and she knew that she would need him. That his body would be the key to her relief, but she also knew that when she awoke from the haze she would not simply forget her feelings.