The Temptation Trial

Mated at Midnight

Dolora tossed on the bed, wrapping and re-wrapping herself around the sheets. She released a small groan and curled herself up in a ball position.

She felt pain stirring up from inside her, like she craved something, like she wanted something. Her eyes flew open glowing amber.

She cried out clutching her chest. She felt like something was piercing her chest. She bit her lips and clenched her thighs together, she could feel something rising in her lower abdomen.

Suddenly, the room became too hot, and she rushed out of her bed, pushing the door open and headed outside. She panted hard, resting on the wall and adjusting her night gown.

The urge became stronger, falling in the pit of her stomach. Dolora groaned, and her wolf cried from within her.

She suddenly realized what was happening to her, she was being mated. She felt a strong tension coming from the south side of her small house and ran in the direction. She had tried shifting but for some reason she couldn't.

As she ran, she felt a warm sensation. He was close, her mate was close. She never expected to be so suddenly mated, especially after what happened this evening. They had just lost their alpha and everyone was in a sour mood.

Dolora's footsteps slowed down as she stood in front of the main park house. She swallowed hard. She had been here only a few times when her father was around. Since he had died, she had never stepped foot here.

The urge became stronger, and she doubled over and fell on the ground. She clutched her gown and bit her lips to stop her from crying out and drawing attention. The urge pulled her towards the pack house. He was in there.

Maybe it was the Gamma or some other strong warrior. She hoped it was, so she would get a better way of living and more respect.

Dolora sat on the floor, the mud staining her peach night gown. She didn't have the courage to go to the front door. She also knew this was the worst time for her to get mated.

She couldn't just knock and say her mate was there when they were mourning.

Suddenly, she felt a shadow cloud her from behind, the presence felt intimidating and dangerous. The first thing that came to her mind was that a survivor of Larcon pack had come, and he was going to kill her.

But as the shadow neared, her wolf cried out, it was him… her mate.

Her eyes shone amber, and she forced herself to turn around and met the eyes of another werewolf whose eyes were glowing as well. He had cleaned himself up and was wearing only slacks. His broad chest blocked her view from the moon, stained with scars and tattoos.

It couldn't be, it wasn't possible. Theon stared at the little lady that was on the ground in front of him. He had felt it too, the mate's bond.

Dolora stared in disbelief, her mate was Theon, alpha Theon. The feeling in her stomach increased, and she felt wet in between her legs. She finally understood what the urges were. Every muscle in her body was begging to be mated to him, for him to have her, for him to mark her.

“On your feet,” Theon’s deep voice called. Like a robot that had been controlled, Dolora rose to her shaky feet and neared Theon. She still couldn't believe it.

She felt a little afraid but not as much as she expected. After all, he was her mate. She subconsciously placed her hand on his chest and sighed. Her wolf loved it. Theon’s larger hand reached down and grabbed her hands in his, and before she could protest, he lifted her up in his arms–bridal style.

Dolora's cheek reddened, and she shamelessly clutched unto his neck. Right now she barely felt in control of herself, the bond was making a mess of her.

She snuggled deeper into his arms and Theon carried her and walked into the pack house. Everyone had already fallen asleep, and he climbed the stairs, taking her to his room.

He had suddenly felt pain as he slept, and he couldn't understand why. He felt a strange hunger and had come outside for fresh air. He had taken the back door, not wanting to wake anyone and had wanted to walk far away from the pack house, but something seemed to be pulling him towards the front and when he arrived, he found a young lady dressed in peach sitting on the floor.

His wolf longed for her within him, and he needed no further confirmation; she was his mate. To be mated the same night he lost his father.

Theon placed Dolora onto the bed and crouched down to remove her mud-stained shoes. The action tugged at Dolora's heart and she smiled a little.

Her eyes trailed the room, observing and taking in everything. She was in alpha Theon’s room.

Theon pulled one of her toes, returning her attention to him. He stared at her shamelessly. He could see the outline of her n*****s from her flimsy nightwear.

Desire swelling in his amber eyes, she felt it too and was trying to bury it.

“You're my mate,” she whispered, and Theon moved closer to her, still on his knees. He covered her completely on the bed, placing an arm on either side of her and stared deeply into her eyes as he acknowledged, “I am."

Dolora stared lost for words, his voice did something to her. She just wanted to connect with him in any way she could. The burning sensation between her legs only increased at his acknowledgment of him as her mate.

“What’s your name?” Theon asked and suddenly brought her hand to his lips. He kissed hard and even sucked the skin and took a deep sniff, mastering her scent.

“Dolora,” she muttered in a high-pitched voice. She wanted to be around him but at the same time run away.

“Dolora” Theon called the name slowly and moved even closer until he was mere inches from her.

Dolara stared at his eyes and bit her lips again, Theon’s eyes following the action.

Her wolf scratched from the inside. The alpha was kneeling in front of her with such longing in his eyes. it did something to her insides.

Seeing she was wasting time, Theon wrapped an arm around her waist and tugged her to the edge of the bed, her chest pressing against his. He could feel her soft mounds press into him and the feeling only made him want her more.

He gently grabbed her chin and Dolora parted her lips like she wanted to say something, and he took the opportunity and kissed her. It started gently at first, but he could no longer control the hunger within him and neither could she.

She tossed her arms around his neck, kissing him with the same ferocity. His hands roamed her body, seeking more contact. Then he bunched up her gown in one hand and tore it apart.

Dolora pulled back, gasping in shock. Theon pulled the remaining pieces of the gown off her body and stood up, lifting her with him. He let her feet touch the ground and stepped back, eyeing her as she stood there naked.

His eyes darkened at the sight, and he carried her to the bed. He was going to make her his, true and true.