Maeve
Vesta lowered her head and… purred. Inside, I was shouting at her to stop being so submissive, but she didn’t pay me any heed. ‘This is Blake’s wolf, Maeve,’ she said in a calm voice, and I swear I could even feel her silly smile. ‘He is majestic and so beautiful.’
Goddess. I was only hoping that she didn’t get attracted to the point of turning around and presenting herself to him. I’d never seen Vesta so desperate. She was always under full control of her emotions. I could imagine flowers, stars and little red hearts circling around her head.
Alpha Blake’s wolf came to Vesta and nudged her with his muzzle as if asking her to retreat. When she didn’t budge, he lowered himself to the ground and turned to look at her over his shoulder. To my utter surprise, my wolf decided to mount
