THOR
Feeling strong s****l drive towards one’s mate has always been normal for our kind; especially those of the Alpha bloodline in Woodhound.
Despite that the s****l drive of the Eirvold Alpha bloodline running in my veins and Freya’s was a lot stronger, I had always known my sister to possess a very strong restraint.
But here she was, shaking, breaking and confessing.
“I can’t help myself, Thor.” Her voice cracked. “The urge is insane. If I don’t feed the hunger, it feels like I’ll lose my mind. And when I start…” Her hands trembled as they clawed at her robe. “…when I start, I must climax before I can breathe right again. Before I can even feel like myself.”
Her words sank heavy into me, darker than the stench of the omega’s scent still lingering upstairs. That wasn’t just lust. I
