The sleeping Beauty

2.

I moved through the foliage carefully, making sure not to jostle her too much as I carried her. The journey back to my pack was quiet, the only sound being my footsteps on the ground and the even breaths of my mate.After what felt like an eternity, I finally reached the outskirts of my pack's territory. The familiar surroundings and the scents of my pack mates brought a sense of reassurance, but my mind was solely focused on the woman in my arms.

I approached the central clearing, drawing the attention of some of my pack members who were gathered there. The sight of me carrying an unconscious woman piqued their curiosity, their eyes widening with surprise.I could hear the gasps of surprise and the murmurs of my pack mates as I made my way into the clearing, I set my mate down on a pile of furs, gently settling her into a comfortable position before turning to address the others.

The members of my pack stared at me in disbelief, their eyes flicking back and forth between me and my unconscious mate. I could hear their whispers, snippets of conversation as they tried to piece together what was happening.As I observed her unconscious form, a sense of awe and pride swelled within me. She did indeed look like a goddess, her beauty unparalleled and captivating. I felt a pang of possessiveness, knowing that this magnificent being was mine, that fate had destined her to be my mate.My heart ached as I thought of the long, lonely years spent searching for my true mate. The endless nights, the countless days of solitude, all of it had been leading up to this moment. Seven years of waiting, seven years of desperate hope, and now she was finally mine.As I looked down at her sleeping form, a wave of relief washed over me. The wait, those agonizing seven years, suddenly felt insignificant. Because she was worth it. Every moment of isolation and longing paled in comparison to the feeling of finally having her by my side.I knelt beside her, my gaze never leaving her face. A soft smile tugged at the corners of my lips as I reached a hand out to brush a loose strand of hair away from her forehead. My touch lingered, my fingers gently tracing along her soft skin, savouring the feel of her.

As I carried her towards the alpha chambers, the rest of my pack howled in support. Their voices echoed through the clearing, their howls a mix of joy and celebration. They knew the significance of this moment, the arrival of their alpha's mate.

The irony of the situation was not lost on me. I had spent years questioning the divine being's judgment for not giving me a mate. But now, holding this beautiful woman in my arms, I couldn't help but wonder if it was all part of a bigger plan. Perhaps my past mistakes and my brutal nature had been a test, and this was my reward for passing.

I gently laid her on my bed, the plush furs enveloping her unconscious form. I then took a seat beside her, my gaze never leaving her face as I waited patiently for her to wake up from her sleep.

The hours ticked by, each one feeling like an eternity as I sat there, watching her. Her breathing was steady, her features peaceful and relaxed. I could sense the pack members bustling about outside, going about their daily tasks, but my focus remained solely on my mate.

As if sensing my intense gaze, she began to stir. Her eyelids fluttered, her eyelashes casting a shadowy veil over her eyes. A soft moan escaped her lips as she slowly became conscious.

My eyes roamed over her features, taking in every detail of her beauty. Her long, white wavy hair cascaded over the furs like a silken waterfall, while her white eyebrows and eyelashes contrasted starkly against her pale skin.

As my eyes traced down to her lips, I felt a pang of desire. They looked so small and plump, perfectly shaped and begging to be explored. A rush of heat spread through me as I imagined the taste and feel of them against my own.

I leaned closer, my eyes locked onto her lips. Every fibre of my being ached to touch them, to feel their softness against my own. But I held myself back, knowing that I had to wait until she was fully awake.

As her eyes slowly opened, she blinked a few times, disoriented by waking up in unfamiliar surroundings. But after a few moments, realization slowly dawned upon her, her gaze darting around the room, taking in her new environment. And then her eyes fell upon me, sitting next to her on the bed, watching her intently.

"Where am i"

"You're in my chambers," I replied calmly, my voice steady despite the anger and agitation etched on her face.

"I brought you here after you tried to run from me."

Her eyes flared with anger, and she attempted to sit up, but the binds on her wrists and legs only allowed her limited movement. Frustration and defiance gleamed in her eyes as she looked up at me, her voice laced with hostility.

"Why am I tied up?"

"I want to go back," she blurted out, her voice laced with desperation and defiance.

I could feel my own anger beginning to simmer, my patience straining under her defiant demeanour. But I held my tongue, trying to keep my composure as I responded,

"And go where, exactly?"

"Abandoned pack? With no one?" I arched an eyebrow, surprised by her statement.

"Why in the world would you want to go there?"

Despite her wrists and legs being bound, she managed to sit up, her determination evident even in her restrained state. But she didn't answer my question, her gaze averted, avoiding mine as she stubbornly refused to speak.

I stared at her, sensing her unease as she avoided answering my question.

"And who's the male with you?" I repeated, my voice firm and unwavering.

A subtle change in herdemeanourr was evident, her body tensing slightly as she tried to maintain her composure. For a moment, she avoided my gaze, her eyes darting around the room before reluctantly meeting mine.

Her silence was deafening, the air between us growing heavy with tension. I could see the defiance in her eyes, the flicker of determination, but she remained stubbornly quiet.

Time seemed to stretch as we both just sat there, her refusal to answer my question hanging between us like a heavy curtain.

I moved closer, my grip on her jaw tightening as I forced her to look at me. Her eyes widened, a mix of defiance and fear in her gaze.

I held her gaze, my voice firm and unrelenting as I asked again,

"Who is the male?"

Her voice was quiet, almost a whisper, but her answer was succinct. "A friend," she replied, her eyes still fixed on mine, the defiance still present in her expression.

"A friend," I echoed, my voice laced with scepticism.

As I began to untie the ropes around her wrists, I couldn't help but notice the look of relief that washed over her face. Her muscles relaxed, her body visibly sagging against the furs as I freed her from the restraints.

As my hand caressed her hair, a primal urgency took over me. I couldn't hold back any longer, my lips claiming hers in a rough, possessive kiss.

Her body stiffened at first, taken aback by the unexpected assault, but I sensed her resistance weakening, her lips slightly parting under my touch.

Her struggles only fueled my desire even more, her attempts to resist igniting a primal fire within me. I deepened the kiss, my tongue seeking entrance, tasting her, claiming her as mine.

She squirmed and writhed beneath me, but my hold on her was firm, my body pinning her in place. Her feeble attempts to push me away only served to feed my hunger, my grip on her hair tightening as I ravaged her mouth with my own.

I finally pulled away, my chest heaving with ragged breaths as I looked down at her. Her face was flushed, her lips swollen and bruised from the intensity of our kiss.

She gasped for air, her chest rising and falling rapidly as she tried to catch her breath. Her eyes were hazy with a mixture of fear and something else, something that stirred a primitive satisfaction within me.

Her body was slender and petite, her frame almost delicate against the muscled strength of my own. But despite her petite stature, her chest was generously endowed.

As an alpha, I had spent countless years without a mate, and my primal urges and desires left unsatisfied. And now, with her lying beneath me, her body pliable and vulnerable, my self-control was quickly unravelling.

The sight of her delicate frame, her soft curves, and her intoxicating scent sent waves of desire coursing through me, igniting a primal fire deep within.

The sound of a knock on the door jolted me back to reality, tearing me away from my primal desires. I reluctantly pulled away from my mate, my body still burning with unquenched need.

I composed myself, running a hand through my hair before calling out,

"Enter."

I clenched my jaw, a brief flare of irritation coursing through me as I saw my beta enter the room. He had interrupted the intimate moment I shared with my mate, and it took every ounce of my self-control not to snap at him.

"What is it?" I said, my voice betraying my irritation.

"This better be important."

The beta, sensing my mood, kept his distance, his eyes darting between me and my mate, who was still lying on the furs, her face flushed and hair dishevelled.

"A rogue was spotted near the borders,He was demanding for luna."