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Instantly, the Alpha King let go of Alphose, rose to his feet with the small female still hanging off his back and whirled around. She jumped down from his back, got in front of him and threw her arms around him.

"Noooo!" Alphose roared.

But Wolfariane didn't tear her apart. Instead, he caught her in his arms, pushed her to the nearest wall...and held on.

The war inside him stilled the instant the lightweight fell on his back, even the mountain lion went still, as confused where this calmness is coming from as the wolf and the man.

Whatever this weight is, he has to hold on to it. Has to grab onto it like a lifeline. It is the only thread that hold on to his sanity right now.

He is holding her tight, Ismena thought. Too tight. But she held on, breathing harshly into his sweaty neck. The scent of him surrounded her, until all she breathed is him.

He trembled. The man hugging her in a dead grip has slight tremors running down his body, instinctively, Ismena only held on tighter.

"I'm right here," she whispered again.

Alphose's broken jaw slackened.

He has no idea what is going on there, but whatever it is, he is all too glad for it. She is bringing him back!

"Keep talking to him, Ismena." If Wolfariane couldn't hear his own voice, maybe, he can hear hers. He wasn't even surprised this is happening, she is his mate.

Then, Wolfariane's lips descended on hers. The kiss was savage. Hard. Overwhelming in it's intensity.

Slowly, her legs touched the floor, she stood in front of him, caged in by him. His claws dug into her waist, cutting the skin.

Ismena yelped into his mouth, Impulsively, she tried to pull away. His claws dug in the more as he held on tighter.

"Keep still, don't fight him. Don't let him perceive you as a threat!" Alphose added, slowly getting up. He winced at the wounds on his body.

Ismena kept still like he instructed, closing her eyes, she allowed the kiss to swallow her whole. Her body came alive until his touch, her insides fluttering, her heart beating faster in her chest.

His lips plundered hers, his tongue delving into her mouth over and over again. Each time, stronger, deeper than the last time until Ismena felt like he's trying to plunder her soul. Like the fire he's igniting will burn away her soul.

In quick motions, his hands went to her thighs and spread her wide for him. He thrust once, the force of it banging her back against the wall.

Pain and pleasure shot through her body at the same time. Her silk panties is the only barrier separating his hard dick from her wet pussy.

An animalistic growl of frustration rumbled from his throat as his clawed-hand left her waist and reached for the panties to tear it away.

"No." Alphose took several steps towards them before he even realized what he was doing and stopped. But not before the Alpha King stiffened.

Tearing his mouth away from his mate, he swiveled his head and glared bloodshot eyes towards Alphose. Wolfariane was looking at his general direction, not at him pointedly, which tells him more than anything that the Alpha King hasn't regained himself completely.

But what kept his feet rooted to the spot is his eyes. It was blueish-amber-green. All three at once.

Shit. The Alpha King is riding on his basic instincts now. The snarl on his lips is telling Alphose that his step forward caused him to be seen as a threat of; either wanting to attack him or wanting to take his mate away from him.

So, Alphose took three steps back, and raised his hands in surrender. "I'm not taking your mate from you." He said the words even though he knows that the Alpha King isn't in his right mind to interpret them.

Thankfully, the Alpha King growled once again and turned back towards a wide-eyed Ismena whose scent of fear and arousal was high in the air, intoxicating to a changeling's hightened sense of smell.

His lips delved in again, taking the girl's mouth again. Ismena cried out, pressing closer to him and at the same time, pushing away from him. Scared of him, but excited at the same time.

She has never seen this particular wild look in his eyes.

"Don't let him get those panties off you, Ismena, not in this state. Especially since he has not had you in that penetrative way before."Alphose made sure to keep his tone the calmest, gentlest tone ever. "He will hurt you badly and he wouldn't know he is doing it."

Pulling her lips away from his, her head falls back and she offered the King her neck. "What do I do...?" She whispered softly, her arm tightening around his neck as he licked on that sensitive vein.