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The mouth-watering scent wrapped around him, and all Malek could do was breathe it in, wanting to memorise it. He put his nose to the man's neck taking it in. His scent of cinnamon and sugar, like a snickerdoodle cookie, made him think of walking into his house after a long day and feeling at home.

That was what he smelt like, just like coming home.

Malek couldn't stop the grin that spread across his face as the scent filled his lungs.

Mate. Mine.

His cock that was already hard from the traces of the scent, filled even more if that was even possible. Everything in him, every cell in his body, cried out with the need to mark and claim this man in his arms. He wanted to hide him away from the world until every inch of him knew that he belonged to Malek.

Fuck.

Malek realised now what his parents meant by they couldn't explain what meeting your mate felt like, they always told him he had to experience it to understand. And they were right. It wasn't a feeling he could put it into words.

Malek took another deep breath, needing another hit of his mate's scent, and it got better each time.

Immediately, Malek felt his brothers in his head. They couldn't communicate when they were in this form, but they could feel each other’s presence. And his brothers were curious, probably wondering why Malek was suddenly so happy.

Happy didn’t feel like it was good enough to describe his overwhelming joy.

Malek knew he shouldn't, especially with the man asleep, or passed out, but he put his nose to his neck again needing another pure hit of that scent.Fuck, it was going to become a drug to him, he just knew it.

Malek didn't know what kind of luck brought his mate to his land, but he said a prayer of thanks to their goddess. From the time that he’d come of age, he’d searched the world, travelling to his family packs all over, searching for his mate, and he'd given up. They all had, he and his siblings.

But, here he was. He'd come to Malek. Found him.

For a while there, Malek felt like he would never find his mate, never feel what it was like to be truly whole... but here he was, and it was a feeling that he couldn't even describe.

His mate shivered in his arms, and Malek realised the man was soaking wet. Immediately, he turned around and began making his way home, not wanting his human mate to fall ill.

When his mate moved in his arms, burrowing into his chest and breathing in, Malek smiled. He couldn't help himself. He placed a kiss on top of the man's head and started the walk back to his home.

As he walked the familiar trail, Malek couldn't help but wonder what the odds were of running into his mate like this. He'd been feeling restless when he’d woken that morning and decided to go out for a walk, that had turned into a run the more agitated he felt. He wasn't even sure when he'd gone from human to wolf. The urge to run overwhelming so much so, he'd burst out of his clothes, and took off, trying to outrun the antsy feeling he couldn't seem to shake.

Malek realised now that the goddess had her reasons, because if he hadn't gone for a run, he would have never found his mate.

He headed quickly down the path ahead of him, and up ahead he turned, going off the trails. He walked a little more until he got to craggy coves, that lookedunwalkableif you didn't know the path to tread. He walked further and came upon the stone wall that led to the forest trails, that brought you right to their home.

Even though he knew the way home by heart, Malek still took every step slowly, not wanting to wake up his mate, or, goddess forbid, drop him before they got to their destination.

When he disappeared behind the wall of the beaten trails that few hikers would find, he walked down the path that led to the valley that his family had called home for centuries, his Viking ancestors having settled here long before any of the towns had names. His family had named some of the towns and owned a good portion of them too, but still, they lived in the forest. Their wolves preferred it.

Malek couldn't believe he was bringing his mate home. This had to be the greatest day of his life, and he had a feeling it only got better from then on.

Three

Axel

Axel woke up and realised he was warm and cosy. Somehow he'd also taken off his wet clothes, and was now all toasty, his chill gone. The next thing he realised was that he was indoors, and in a room on a bed. He moved his hands first, then his legs a little bit, to check whether he was restrained and to see if they still worked.

He thought back to the last moments before everything went blank, and it all flooded back into his mind, and Axel froze when he remembered the wolf, then the man.

The wolf had become a man.

He shook his head and laughed, “That didn't really happen,” he muttered.

The door opening had Axel looking up to see who it was and came to face to face with the man from his dreams, and before his dreams?

Yeah, this man had been in his dreams, but he was also the wolf...