The Alpha’s hybrid mate.

16. Dylan

The moment she shifted, I woke. Her quick breathing and rapid heart beat had me in a panic.

“What’s wrong?” I pulled her on to her back, her eyes as wide as saucers.

She slipped out from under my arm, standing beside the bed looking down over her body.

Her hands started to twist back and forth as she started smiling.

She took a big sniff. Following her nose like a hound…. To my neck.

“You are really my mate” she smiled.

Morning wood had already been a problem, but the moment she smiled, the bastard broke out of the restraints of my boxers.

I grabbed a pillow, quickly holding it over my crotch.

“I can smell you” she took another big sniff. Her tongue touching the skin on my neck.

Sweet goddess, give me strength.

Like a switch had been flicked, her words repeated in my head.

“You can smell me?” Did i hear her right.

She nodded so fast I was scared her head would snap off her neck. She bit her lower lip as she tried to hide her smile.

I grabbed her hand, pulling her towards me. When her body pressed against mine, something had changed.

Her warmth, to start with.

“I can’t feel your pain”

“It’s not as bad as usual. Just Minor. You fixed it”

I’m not Houdini, but something has certainly happened over night. And I’d bet my life that it wasn’t something I had done.

That can be for another day. Because right now, My body felt ready to explode as her scents started to tickle my nose. The sensation of her finger tips on my jaw.

I’m very quickly being overwhelmed with her. Every single bit about her.

The way she studied where her fingers touched. How she closed her eyes, breathing in my scent. Letting out soft little moans.

I placed my hand on her cheek, threading it back through her hair, pulling those luscious wet lips to mine.

The moment her lips touched mine, a deep growl, so loud and earth shattering shook my entire body.

Her green eyes turned into blazing emeralds as her lips only slightly pulled away from mine.

“Mine” she growled.

The way she stared at me, paralyzingly me in place as she made herself crystal clear.

She made her claim, with certainty and an underlying threat.

I’d be lying if I said her dominance didn’t turn me on. She may be an apex, but I’m still her alpha.

I flipped her to her back, coming down on top of her.

“Always” I told her what I know she wanted to hear. Or needed. The rush of sensations attacking her as they done me.

I’ve just learnt to control it with the little hints I’ve received since she’s arrived in my life.

“And you my little lady, are all mine” I nuzzled her neck, tasting her skin like she had done mine.

She wrapped her arms around my neck pulling me down to her, her nose rubbing against my cheek.

“You smell so good” she bit at my earlobe, before licking the side of my face.

Which, must be a lycan thing. I’m not sure if that’s what wolves do. It’s never been something I’ve ever thought of doing. Or has ever been done to me.

Did I like it?

I’d let her lick me all day if that’s what she wanted. I can easily get use to it.

“You taste perfect” she licked me again “so so perfect”

-are you on your way?-

I looked at the clock. 9:05am.

Not once have I ever been late to a meeting, especially of one of such importance.

-can you start. Get discussions rolling-

-Is she ok?-

-I think so-

It’s hard to say.

She certainly seems ok, but something has changed. Just by seeing her excitement, I really hope it’s permanent. But without a reason to why the sudden change, it’s hard to believe that it is here to stay.

-somethings wrong?-

-I don’t know. I’ll update you soon-

I watched her for the next 10 minutes. It’s exhilarating having a woman completely lost in me.

I didn’t need to do or say anything. She just explored her senses on her own. By the sounds she made I’m presuming she’s enjoying herself.

Still laying beneath me, she didn’t have access to sniff everything. Which is fantastic. Because I’m really not sure if I can keep my control if she starts sniffing my balls.

She stopped, looking up at me, biting her bottom lip.

“Am I to your likings?” I asked.

She quickly nodded. Her cheeks going red.

“I’m sorry. I’m weird aren’t I?”

“Not even in the slightest” i kissed her neck, tasting her sweet aroma.

“I was scared” she announced, the change in her happening so swiftly.

“Of me?” I dragged my knuckles around her face, watching the fear take over her features.

“Of the lycan” she said “I thought he was going to kill you”

Well, I’m positive he was going to kill me. But I don’t want her knowing that.

“So you came to my rescue?”

“I’ve only changed once before. The first full moon. It’s very painful. I didn’t even know if I could beat him. All I knew is he hurt you and if I could distract him….”

My blood felt like it had left my body. She risked herself for me. Without the mate bond. And without knowing she could do as she did.

The pain of shifting is more understandable now. It can take several shifts before the body becomes more accepting.

I just don’t know if that’s how it works with a shift to such a big body. Wolves are maybe double the size of our humans, alphas triple. But a lycan compared to a wolf is Atleast 3 times the size.

Considering zias tiny frame, the idea of her body becoming use to that sized shift is impossible.

“He would lose his focus on you. And your pack. He was there for me. I don’t want people being hurt because of me”

I lowered more of my body down on her, until her chest pressed against mine. My elbows beside her shoulders, trapping her beneath me.

“I never want you to do that again” I told her “promise me”

“I won’t promise you that” she wrapped her arms beneath my shoulders, tucking her head into my neck “I will protect you no matter the cost”

I can see, we are going to have a problem with who is boss. I’m more than happy letting her control me in anyway that she wishes. But not when it comes to her safety.

“Zia, no. You will give me your word right now, that you will never risk your life for me again”

“No” she placed a kiss on my neck.

“Yes” I countered.

“No” she said just as quickly, her teeth grazing my neck.

The odd thing about that, men don’t get marked. Only the women, it’s the claiming of a male wolf.

And where her teeth touched, is where the marking place would be. If I had one. She licked and kissed the spot like she was preparing to bite.

“I will never wear your mark” she said, sending me for a spin “you can never wear mine. I want to protect you. It’s all I can give you”

I pulled my head back to look down at her. The blazing emeralds, rapidly fading.

“Baby, a Mark changes nothing”

If anything my mark would bring her a world of pain. It would make her fertile.

I sure as f**k don’t want her dying giving birth to my pup. I don’t know what she’s going to be giving birth too.

However, the choice will be out of my control if and when she goes into heat. Her wolf wanting a pup is a demand her mate simply can’t refuse, not unless he wants a maternal horny she wolf destroying every thing in her path to get to him.

If the mark didn’t exist, there would be fatherless wolves roaming the territories. Adding to the forever increasing rebels numbers.

The mark is there for a good reason.

“It makes you stronger” she said.

“No it doesn’t” I lied.

“It tells grace I’m yours” she came back with.

“Sweetheart, you are not fighting for me. With anything. Not for my life, not for my love, or for my loyalty. A mark doesn’t change that you are my mate. It doesn’t change how I feel or you feel”

“It does something” she frustratedly said.

“It makes you fertile” I told her.

Immediately regretting it.

She looked so sad as the corners of her mouth drooped.

“The moon goddess must hate you, if she gave you me as your mate” she tried to move out from beneath me “I’m not even a mate. Not really”

“You are far more to me than my mate, zia. You are the air I need to breath. A mark will not change that”

Her emotions were changing so quickly, I can barely keep up.

Which is a very bad sign. It usually means her heat is coming.

So I’ve heard.

I’ve never experienced a heat. But I’ve heard stories about the week lead up.

The first heat will usually fall not long after mates accept one another. So, it’s due.

“I think you should find someone else” she softly said “before it’s too late. I already know if I can smell you tomorrow then that’s one more day that it becomes harder”

I laughed, which was a stupid thing to do. She glared at me like she’s about to rip my head off.

“You are my destined mate zia. Not a chosen mate. You and I will just keep coming back to each other”

“So you didn’t choose me?” She looked horrified.

I’m beginning to realize she knew about mates but what she did know was very minimal.

“A destined mate is much different to a chosen mate. In a good way” I placed a kiss on her lips “destined is what our hearts choose. A chosen mate is, I guess loneliness. Possessiveness… Power. For the pack. There’s heaps of reasons. They can’t smell their scents until a mate bond is formed. Where as with a destined mate, we can smell them immediately”

“Chosen mates don’t love?” She sadly asked.

“They do, but they need to earn it. If they have never felt a destined bond then they can’t miss what they’ve never had”

“That’s terrible. Do many find their destined mates?”

“It’s not overly common. There’s multiple wolfpacks out there. Destined mates could be any where”

She started crying, quickly wiping her eyes.

Looks like even with her past, she’s a romantic at heart. Her sadness for those that don’t find their destined mates, is heart warming.

She’s caring, even after everything.

The more I get to know her, the more i begin to respect the moon goddess for choosing me a mate so perfect.

Though, I can never forgive her for how she allowed my mate to be treated for 18 years. That’s inexcusable.

I laid down beside her, pulling her against me.

“They still find love. Have happily ever Afters” I ran my hand up and down her back.

Slowly her sobs started to calm. Followed by soft snoring.