Lance POV
(Screams of living animals deafed my ears. Running as far as my long legs could carry me, running from what I know nothing about. A tall dark figure clad in a black robe seemed not to be making much effort to catch up with me. As I ran toward the river I kept thinking how I should jump. Until a red fur wolf appeared, attacked the black robe figure and I realized it was just an ordinary robe, nothing behind it. I stared at the red wolf. Into its deep violet eyes and said beneath my breath “You are my savior”)
“Lance! Lance! Lance! Another one of this terrible nightmare? Wake up son, you are only dreaming.
My eyes popped open instantly at the sweet sound of my mother's voice, calming me. I rise up immediately, the servants clad in white bows as I reach my feet. I looked at them all indifferently as I ordered “You fetch me my breakfast, you get my bath ready, and you inform the beta we are going on a hunt.
I turned to face my mother. I stared briefly at her long white hair before saying “mother, how much red meat is left remaining for the pack’s feeding?
As werewolves, our pack is forbidden to feed on human blood. But to function properly and for all our powers to develop, we need to feed on animal blood and raw red meat. Most omega’s get all their power from that, but not me the Alpha.
“Lance darling, we have some red meat remaining, you do not need to go hunting for more, you need to relax. You just woke up from a terrible nightmare, my son.
I heard my mother's concerned voice in the background. She is too protective. I should be the one protecting her, not the other way round. Since she lost my father in that battle, she has been very defensive, not that I can blame her though. Well, I’m not listening to her as always. I’m going on that hunt.
I quickly had my breakfast, which was some bowl of blood and a streak of raw deer meat.
I rarely eat cooked food, except on occasions and ceremonies.
I relaxed into the wooden bathtub as the two lady maids gently scrubbed my back. I hear them giggling at each other. Most ladies in the pack, servants and freeborn all want to draw my bath. Tales of my sexuality have gone beyond my ability.
On a normal day, I would have bent one of them over her knees and f****d her while the other watched and wished she was the one I was f*****g.
But today the red fur wolf image kept disturbing my thoughts.
I couldn’t even get an erection.. f**k!
This nightmare started on my eighteenth birthday full moon night.
A wolf is supposed to have a mate when they turn 18.
As an Alpha king, I’m to know my mate and mark her the luna queen of the pack once I’m eighteen.
Yet, I, the alpha of snow wood pack is mateless!
Rein (my beta) and I went into the forest for the hunt and after killing about four deer, the servants dragged them into the castle. I proudly watched on my horse as the sun bronzed my skin, just before I caught that smell.
What is that? a mixture of sweet chocolate and almond nuts, flowers in the autumn and the spring rain.
Rein stopped beside me. “Alpha, is there a problem?
I held up my hand and my horse-boy gave me the rope. I guided zago my horse to the direction of the smell.
My wolf instantly came alive, jumping and moving in me. “calm down Nick, we are going to find out what it is”
“Hurry, hurry, ride faster. I smell my mate”, I chucked slightly. Mate? I don’t think we have one Nick.
Nick My Wolf is always too excited on the issue of mates.
I rode through the cleared forest path until I reached the savanna. My beta is following me closely. Nick came alive again, rolling in circles, his tongue drooling out. He threatened to overthrow me and my eye changed color to deep sapphire.
This time around I felt it too. My eyes snapped to the left, my eyes frantically searching for this incredible smell.
Rein noticed that and said “Alpha, we are crossing into the institution boundary, we should be careful not to start a fight. His tone was harsh and reprimanding.
“Nick seemed to have found something in the forest, and he wants us to go after it.
I told him in my deepest calm tone. Rein is annoyingly inquisitive.
As the Alpha king, I owe no one an explanation for my whereabouts, but my beta is seldomly submissive.
If I could choose another beta, I certainly would have.
My heartbeat raced faster as I glanced and saw an unconscious woman lying flat on her face. The smell of almond and chocolate with autumn flowers grew stronger in my nose as I galloped faster to reach her.
When I got to her, I jumped down from my horse, I knelt beside her and turned her to face me.
Her hair was red and curly, her fangs were long and sharp, giving no structure to her face.
My eyes glanced around the red dress made of fabrics I had never seen before. The material, too fragile for our weather here.
Red hairs were scattered around the exposed part of her body. Her claws are out like she is trying to shift to her wolf form.
I couldn’t help but notice the dried blood on the nape of her neck. My eyes traced its origin and I found two punctured holes on her pulse line.
I stared at her long red curls and I realized. This is my red fur wolf. The Wolf in my dreams!
Nick paced inside me and danced, singing.
Mate mate mate.