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Look Inside: Wolf Submission 3 Mating Moon

Look Inside: Wolf Submission 3 Mating MoonShe bites her lower lip to keep from swearing and turns around to run the opposite direction. The next howl shatters the night and she barely take a step forward before she feels a solid weight square in her back. The ground comes rushing up, leaves and rocks ready to scratch her palms- and then she's being twisted around, the strange wolf taking the full brunt of the fall.

She grabs two fistfuls of ruff and steadies herself as the werewolf tucks her close to him as they roll a few more times from the impact.

"Sorry," he says once they've stopped completely. He crouches on top of her, caging her in with his arms and legs. "I have forgotten how small and weak humans can be."

"I am not small and weak," she responds immediately, but the words leave her lips in a sort of whimper.

"Stop struggling," he growls, his fangs dangerously close to her neck. "Makes me want to hold you down."

"I thought you'd like that," she says. "Don't wolves like it when their mates fight back?"

He does not respond for a long time. Her eyes slowly focus on his face, but she can't make out much of it in the pitch darkness. A cloud has drifted over the moon and basked her world into darkness. There is a short snuffling noise and she feels something wet on her neck. She freezes when she realizes that the man is half shifted, and he is pressing his nose to her pulse. She wonders idly if this is how she dies.

She has seen illustrations in her books of half shifted wolves before. Their features resemble wolves more than humans when they're like that, their noses elongated, their teeth sharp as fangs, and their claws-

"Ah," she gasps, turning her head to offer him the full expanse of her neck. She feels him draw air, greedily drinking in her scent.

"You're afraid," he huffs and rubs his cheek to hers, scent-marking her the way wolves are prone to do.

"Hard not to be," she says, breathless already.

He growls. Wicked claws curl gently over her shoulders to lift her up and away from the unforgiving ground.

She sits up because it seems like that's what he's trying to get her to do. Light seeps from the moon and she sees him for the first time. There is a golden glow in his eyes. "You're an Alpha."

He lets out a huff that says he's not impressed by the observation. Only Alphas have gold eyes.

"Are you going to claim me now?" she asks. There is a tremble in her voice and a fear that she can't quite hide. His breath is warm on her skin as he takes snuffling breaths near her collarbone, claws shredding her clothes as his nose trails lower, pressing between her breasts, down her ribs, her belly, and then he's tearing her best pairs of jeans.

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