Tribulations Of Werewolf Sisters

Chapter 3

Suddenly; Gilead exclaims, “Mate. I smell our mate. And, she's nearby … let's go find her.”

You've got to be shitting me. A mate … really … now? No f*****g way. Bad enough I have to go through with this pain in the ass, arranged marriage to formalize our newly proposed alliance with the Rainier Pack … but, there's no way in hell I'm going to tie myself down to another annoying wolf-b***h … even if she's supposed to be my mate.

Gilead vehemently repeats, “Mate! I smell our mate! And, she's nearby … let's go find her!”

I try to blow him off... Seriously; you smell our mate? Are you sure? … All I can smell is stinking fish.

Impatient and riled up; Gilead persists, “I smell her! It's definitely our mate! Go find her; now!!”

It's clearly obvious that he's not going to drop this any time soon. I let out an exasperated huff...

Fine; whatever … let's go look for this supposed mate of ours that you're smelling.

“Yes; mate. … Hurry up; let's go and find our mate.”

At this point; I reluctantly allow Gilead to instinctively guide me to the location of where he senses our mate may be.

**Pomona's POV**

Although Daphne keeps remaining in her anxiously restless state; I myself am no longer succumbing to those unusually intense, horny sensations. … I've returned back to focusing on my original mission of seeking out the main course of Bellona's birthday dinner.

Unfortunately, the enthusiasm that I once had when I first left the house this morning, after setting off to get Bellona's favorite delicacy, is steadily diminishing; as my search for her Sockeye salmon seems to be becoming more and more futile. After hours of extensively browsing through dozens of fish markets and stalls … some of them more than once ... I'm still unable to locate the fish.

I'm just about ready to give up; when finally … Jackpot! ...

There you are, my precious; at last I've found you … just look at you; sitting there all by your lonesome. The only one left here … perhaps the only left today at the entire wharf … and, you're all mine. Maybe you aren't big enough to feed all of us; but, at least you'll be able to fill up Bellona's belly tonight … I hope. … I better hurry up and grab you before someone else does. We can't let that happen now; can we?

I rush over, and reach out to take hold of my sought after treasure; when suddenly … a rapid discharge of pulsating, euphoric ecstasy surges throughout my body; like a high voltage, electrical current that speedily bolts itself along a conduit pathway … as Daphne resoundingly bellows out in my head; exuberantly howling...

“Mate!! … Mate!! … Mate!! … Mate!!”

I'm immediately overwhelmed by this strange sensation, as I instantly become flushed; and, my heart starts racing within my chest. My body begins to incessantly quiver. … And, my areola and n****e areas are tingling; as my crotch region starts to heat up and moisten.

My n*****s quickly swell and stiffen up, again … even more so than the last time … feeling as if they're going to rip through my bra and blouse; while, a sudden deluge of vaginal juices soak my panties, and steadily ooze down my inner thighs, underneath my knee-length skirt.

As I look downward, I see his large, manly hand resting upon my small, dainty hand; which I grasped hold of the fish with. Then, I anxiously glance back upwards in anticipation; ready to lay eyes upon my mate. … What a sight; he nearly takes all my breath away.

He's got to be well over six feet tall; I'd say easily six foot five, six foot six, at least … which towers over my small, five foot three stature. His massively muscular physique is barely contained within the designer, three-piece Armani suit; with its material snugly fitting, and closely clinging around his bulging muscles … allowing his body's form to still come through; looking as if the suit was just painted on.

And, he has one of the most gorgeously handsome faces that I've ever seen; with its best feature being a stunning pair of beguiling, steel-gray eyes. … Unfortunately, at this moment, they're rebukingly glaring at me; as his mouth etches a stern scowl across his countenance.

He haughtily tells me , “Pardon me; but, this is my fish. I'd appreciate it if you'd kindly let go of it, now; so, I can be off on my way.”

What the frig'?

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**Casper's POV**

It seems as if I'm aimlessly meandering around, blindly allowing Gilead to guide me along; when I finally come to a sudden stop outside of one of wharf's market stalls. Gilead excitedly bellows out, in my head,,,

“There … standing by that case over in front of the counter … it's our mate!”

I nonchalantly look over, and instantly become disgustedly appalled by the sight of her appearance; yet, somehow strangely intrigued by her at the same time. Still; I doubtingly scoff at Gilead...

Are you shitting me; Gilead … or, have you lost your mind? … We've laid some of the hottest, sexiest fashion models; actresses; socialites; and royalties from all over the world … and, now you're trying to tell me that that puny; small tit; no ass; dowdy-looking; pathetic creature over there is our mate?

“Yes … she's our mate. … Go over to her.”

Yeah; Gilead has definitely lost his mind.

There's no way in hell that sorry-looking mutt over there can possibly be our mate. No way! For Christ's sake; I'm Casper Whitmore, after all ... Alpha of the Stratus Pack, and CEO of the Whitmore Corporation. And, I require nothing less than sexy, glamorously gorgeous, trophy eye-candy draped onto my arm … not some eyesore of a loser like that thing.

However; Gilead continues to persist...

“What are you waiting for; Casper? Why are you still standing over here? Our mate's over there … go to her. Get her … take her!”

I'm still highly doubtful that she's our mate … and, even if she is; I definitely won't accept her as such. … But, then again; the more I look at her … I'm starting to find her oddly intriguing. So; I think I just might as well go over there, and have a little fun … try to find out what type of disposition she has.

Who knows; this might turn out to be somewhat entertaining.

“Casper … quit screwing around! Get your ass over there and make her ours.”

Hold your horses there, buddy; I'm trying to think of a way to approach her.