The lazy, drowsy Sunday morning gave no hint of trouble.
The Alpha woke first and pulled Luna closer.The scent wrapped around the wolf too fast, too intensely.Like a spring garden — a blend of peach blossoms and ripe pear.
Ruslan realized too late that a partial transformation had already begun.The wolf had taken advantage of his half-asleep state.
The beast raged, violently aroused by the scent.Polina was ovulating.
She could conceive right now — and the wolf wanted that desperately.
He turned his mate onto her back and buried his nose against her stomach.Slowly, deliberately, he moved downward, holding her by the hips.
"Ruslan, stop it… I want to sleep a little more," — Polina murmured drowsily, trying to push him away and turn onto her side.
She pressed her palms against his shou
