The Lost Werewolf's Mate

Midnight Snacks

After a long night of patrolling, Gamma Thomas and Elite warrior Brian headed to the pack’s kitchen to satisfy their hunger. The scent of fresh ingredients filled the room when Thomas and Brian opened the fridge and pantry.

“Looks like we hit the jackpot,” Thomas exclaimed as he grabbed the bread with precision. “I’m going to make the ultimate sandwich!”

Brian smiled at his friend’s enthusiasm. “I’ll stick to my usual.”

Thomas layered the ingredients in a mouth-watering combination, each slice of meat perfectly placed. He reached for the hot sauce, a devilish grin spreading.

“Careful with that stuff, Thomas,” Brian chuckled. “You know what it does to your stomach.”

Thomas shrugged off the warning, squirting a generous amount onto his sandwich. The two discussed the pack’s recent activities as they sat down to eat.

“So, how many flings have you had this month? You like to pick on me, but you’re the playboy of the group!” Brian asked as he piled slices of turkey onto his bread.

Thomas chuckled, “I’ve lost count, man. You know how it is. There’s always a pretty face around the corner.”

Brian shook his head, “I don’t know how you do it. I find one she-wolf at a time is enough for me. And I’m always worried about when I find my mate and what she will think.”

Thomas grinned, “Hey, seriously, you need to loosen up. I get the whole mate thing, but…” he trailed off.

Despite his many flings, Thomas was acutely aware of the importance of finding his destined mate. Werewolves have one true mate with whom they spend their lives. The connection between mates was so strong that it could not be broken, and losing a mate was a devastating experience. Thomas longed to find his mate, who would complete him and make his life whole, but he made the most of it while waiting.

Brian paused, a sandwich half-made in his hand, “I can let loose, just not into multiple flings at a time… I could not keep track!”

Thomas nodded and rolled his eyes. “Sure.”

Brian chuckled. “You will not let this go, are you?”

Thomas shrugged. “What can I say? I’m a man on a mission.”

The conversation flowed smoothly, the two friends sharing stories and discussing their plans. Brian leaned back in his chair as they finished their sandwiches with a contented sigh.

“Nothing beats a good sandwich,” he said with a smile.

Thomas agreed, “Especially when you’re eating it with a great friend.”

They cleaned the kitchen, removing the leftover ingredients and wiping down the counters. Brian turned to Thomas with a severe expression as they wiped down the counters to erase all evidence of their midnight snack.

“So, have you heard the rumours about the Blood Moon pack?” he asked.

Thomas raised an eyebrow. “No, I haven’t. What rumours?”

Brian leaned forward and said, “Apparently, they’ve been dealing with increased rogue attacks. Some pack members are getting fed up with Victor and his ways. It serves them right for being complete and utter jerks.”

Thomas frowned. “That’s not good. We should find out more about this. They’re not allies, but they’re not far away. We could suffer some aftershocks.”

Brian nodded. “I heard chatter through the grapevine. Maybe it’s nothing, but it’s got me curious. Want me to look into this?”

Thomas nodded in agreement. “It’s getting late. Let’s rest, and we’ll talk to the Alpha in the morning.”

As Thomas and Brian left the kitchen, they spotted Cassidy, Thomas’ current fling. Cassidy’s figure was unmistakable, her curves accentuated by her tight black dress. She styled her blond hair in soft curls that cascaded down her shoulders, framing her delicate features. As she approached, Thomas couldn’t help but feel a stirring in his loins.

“Hey, handsome,” Cassidy purred, running a hand through her hair and giving Thomas a sultry smile.

“Hey, yourself,” Thomas replied, grinning back at her. “What brings you around here?”

Cassidy leaned in close, her lips hovering just inches from Thomas’s ear. “I was hoping to run into you,” she whispered, her breath hot against his skin.

“That she-wolf is playing a dangerous game,” Night sighed to Thomas over the mind link. “Happy to join in her games,” Thomas replied.

Thomas felt a shiver run down his spine as he met Cassidy’s gaze. He knew it wasn’t Cassidy wasn’t his destined mate. After all, she’s 25 years old. They both gained their wolf at 18 and didn’t scent each other. But Cassidy was fun and a good release. So why not enjoy it while they could? They were both consenting adults.

“Well, I’m here now,” Thomas said, a mischievous glint in his eye. “What do you have in mind?”

Cassidy laughed softly, sending a thrill through Thomas’s body. “I have a few ideas,” she said, her voice low and seductive.

As they talked, Thomas couldn’t resist tracing a finger along the curve of her jaw, revelling in the softness of her skin.

Cassidy leaned into Thomas’s touch, her eyes darkening with desire. “Let’s get out of here,” she said, taking Thomas’s hand and leading him away from the pack house.

Brian scoffed. “Don’t worry about me, bro. I’m all good.”

As Thomas walked away from Brian, he looked back at him and rolled his eyes. He knew his friend was a bit of a stick in the mud, but he couldn’t help but find his seriousness amusing. He followed Cassidy willingly, her long legs leading as she walked toward his quarters. He couldn’t help but feel excited as her hand brushed against his, sending a shiver down his spine.

“So, what do you have planned for the rest of the night?” Cassidy asked, her voice a sultry purr.

“Honestly, I haven’t thought that far ahead. I was following your lead,” Thomas replied, his voice laced with a hint of mischief.

Cassidy laughed, the sound musical and light. “Well then, let’s make it a night to remember,” she said, her eyes sparkling with mischief.

As they reached his quarters, Cassidy pushed him against the door, her lips crashing against his. When they stopped kissing to get some air, Thomas took the opportunity, and he opened the door and gestured for her to enter first. The room was dimly lit by a small lamp on the bedside table. The bed was neatly made with a dark blue comforter, and a few pillows were propped against the headboard.

Cassidy turned to face Thomas, and their eyes met. The s****l tension between them was unmistakable. Her heart raced as Thomas took her hand and pulled her towards him, wrapping his arms around her waist. He leaned in and pressed his lips to hers, kissing her deeply. She responded eagerly, their tongues dancing together in a fiery embrace. That earned him a passionate moan from Cassidy.

“Thomas, I want you, I need you, now…” she whispered, kissing his ear, then nibbled on it.

Thomas sighed deeply and repositioned himself in his pants. He yearned for the sweet release he expected from Cassidy, “Are you sure?” He asked, not wanting her to say no.

Cassidy nodded, “Yes, I’m sure.”

They moved towards the bed, falling onto it with a soft thud. Thomas hovered over her, his hands roaming over her body as he kissed her neck. Cassidy moaned softly, arching her back and pressing herself closer to him. Her hands explored his muscular back, feeling the power in his muscles.

As they explored each other’s bodies, Cassidy couldn’t help but marvel at Thomas’s physique. His muscles bulged with power, and his skin was smooth. Seeing him was intoxicating, and she knew she was lucky to have him, even if it was only in these fleeting moments.

As the night wore on, they finally collapsed on the bed after enjoying several releases, their bodies slick with sweat. Thomas pulled Cassidy close, wrapping his arms around her as they caught their breath. They lay in silence for a moment, their breathing slowly returning to normal.

“That was amazing,” Cassidy finally whispered, her voice still breathy.

Thomas smiled, kissing her forehead. “Indeed, it was,” he replied, his voice filled with admiration.

They enjoyed the warmth of each other’s bodies for longer. Cassidy’s mind wandered, wondering what it would be like to have something more than just a fling with Thomas. She shook her head, pushing the thought away for now.

“Well, that was fun, lover boy,” she paused, “but all good things must end.” And she winked at him.

They had an unspoken arrangement between two consenting adults with no ties.

She bent over him, and they exchanged a soft kiss before she left, both of them already looking forward to the next time they would be together.