Alpha on Leash

8

They have danced, their bodies gliding against one another and he had felt the most intense need to forget the human part of his life and succumb to his animal tendencies. His wolf was already on cloud night even though it was unable to communicate with her wolf but just the mere presence was enough to make into a love sick puppy. Never in his life had he smell something so divine it felt like he was sinning by breathing in her scent. Never in his life had he felt the murderous energy to scoop out the eyes of people who were ogling at her and getting excited by the way she moved. He did not want to admit but he had realize that she was unaware of what her presence.

For years, he had waited with an almost agonizing desperation. Time had stretched out before him, a seemingly endless expanse of moments filled with longing and yearning. He had known, deep within his very being, that there was a connection waiting to be forged, an unbreakable bond destined to unite their souls. And now, finally, she was within his reach, her presence igniting a fire within him that threatened to consume everything in its path.

As their bodies moved together on the dance floor, gliding and intertwining in a mesmerizing rhythm, he struggled to contain the overwhelming surge of emotions coursing through him. Every step they took was a testament to the years he had spent waiting, waiting for her to enter his life and fill the void that had gnawed at him relentlessly.

His wolf, normally fierce and proud, now melted into a puddle of adoration and yearning. Though unable to communicate directly with her wolf, the mere proximity seemed to create a magnetic pull between them. His wolf, once a formidable force, now behaved like a love-struck puppy, eager to bask in her presence, to nuzzle against her, and claim her as his own.

He couldn't deny the intoxicating allure of her scent, a fragrance so divine it felt like a sin to inhale it. With every breath, he was immersed in her essence, a heady mixture of allure and promise. His senses were heightened, attuned solely to her, drowning out the world around them. It was as if the universe had conspired to create this moment, a dance under the dim lights that allowed him to forget everything he had once known.

His gaze, normally sharp and commanding, became possessive and protective as he noticed the gazes of others lingering on her. A surge of murderous energy surged through him, an instinct to unmake those who dared to ogle and covet what was undoubtedly his. He yearned to shield her from prying eyes, to wrap her in his embrace and keep her hidden away from the world's leering glances.

But he fought against the primal urge, the unyielding desire to lash out. Instead, he channeled his emotions into their dance, a sensual interplay of movements that served as an outlet for his overwhelming emotions. With each sway and twist, he poured his feelings into their shared rhythm, allowing the music to drown out the chaos within him.

The dim lights cast a soft, intimate glow, creating an aura of secrecy and intimacy around them. It was as if the world had faded away, leaving only the two of them entwined in a dance that transcended time and space. Her presence enveloped him, her proximity sending shockwaves through his being.

He had imagined this moment countless times, dreamed of holding her close, of feeling the warmth of her body against his. The reality surpassed his wildest fantasies, her every movement a symphony that resonated within him. He was lost in her, a sea of sensations and emotions, drowning in the sea of her presence.

To think that he had waited all those years, endured the ache of longing and uncertainty, and now had the chance to experience this profound connection was a reward beyond measure. Every moment spent waiting had led to this, a dance that united them in ways words could never capture. It was a silent affirmation of their bond, a declaration that their souls were destined to intertwine.

As they moved together, his heart thundered in his chest, a rhythm that echoed the beat of the music. He held her close, his fingers tracing the contours of her body as if memorizing every curve. The dance was a language of its own, a conversation without words, a story written in the interplay of their bodies.

The world outside faded into insignificance, the only reality that mattered was the woman in his arms. He felt an overwhelming urge to convey his feelings, to let her know how he had waited, how he had yearned for her. But the time wasn't right, not yet. He wanted her to realize the depth of their connection, to understand the significance of this dance.

And so, they continued to move, their steps synchronized, their bodies attuned to each other's rhythms. He felt the weight of years lifting off his shoulders, replaced by a sense of fulfillment that he had never known before. The dance was a testament to his patience, a reward for his unwavering devotion.

As the music swelled and the dance reached its crescendo, he held her tightly, their bodies pressed together in a final, passionate embrace. He wanted to freeze this moment, to etch it into his memory as a reminder of what he had waited for, what he had fought for. And as the final notes of the song faded away, he knew that this was only the beginning. The bond between them had been ignited, and now, he would do whatever it took to ensure that she embraced it as fully as he had.

But just like a dream, all good things came to an end when the kidnappers ambushed the club, taking them away with intentions he knew of. He had been on the Herman's case for a while now, being the Alpha of a renowned pack, he wanted to ensure the safety of his pack members but the Herman's had been intelligence, laying low all this time. Now that they were with in his reached, him being kidn*pped by them and they being so open about their identity, he had everything he needed to close their chapters. It was easier said than done though because he was in a room, with Isabella being naked and the drugs being aphrodisiac that was urging him to forget the bounds and take what was his and the worse of the situation was him being the Alpha and her being the female Omega. It was the worse case possible conditions for a wolf that was yearning to take what was his.