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B lanket of stars stretched to infinity in the night's sky; some look the color of birthstone-blue while some looked polar-white in color, some looked like twinkling stars and if you're in motion, you'll think that some are moving stars, flickering and shimmering in the sky.

The pale crescent moon shone like a silvery claw in the night's sky, making the night aglow with its zinc-silver orb. It was a beautiful night.

In the streets of Naturiah, most upper changelings like: the werewolves, cougars, tigers, leopards, elephants, jaguars e.t.c, took the form of their animals to enjoy the wild and the beauty of the night.

Some formed combat circles, some ran the woods, some couples were out taking a walk in their animal form and children in their forms playing too.

Through the huge windows of the hallway of the Tower, the night's light penetrated translucently which made the hallway aglow and illuminated the figures of three huge males walking in soundless footsteps to the direction of the aisle that leads to the curved stairway .

As they came down from the stairs, they continued walking with purpose towards the end of the hallway. The only noise in the air was the loud bark of a faraway dog, and the roar of a cougar outside the gates of the big castle.

They got to the door, the male by the right strode forward and inserted the key. The sound of the locks unlocking and the chains being pulled away from the door interrupted the silence of the Tower.

"It's open, Alpha King." Degar said in a low tone.

Wolfaraine walked right through the door, with Alphose trailing behind him.

He stood a few feet away from the metal rods that holds Nalaila captive, staring straight ahead to the white wolf which laid on its side—with its back away from them—sleeping peacefully if the labored rise and fall of its body in breathing is any indication.

"Are you sure she did not...notice my absence?" Wolfaraine directed to Alphose at last.

In order words, was Alphose truly sure she did not go berserk in all the duration he spent in the human world?

Alphose nodded his head, "No, she did not. I also asked all the sentinels that guarded the tower while you were away to be sure. She did not create any fuss at all."

If Alphose's tone held any confusion, it was nothing compared to the face of the Alpha King and Degar. It was just too hard to believe. The white wolf goes crazy whenever he goes away from Naturiah for days. He's been out of Naturiah for two weeks.

Wolfaraine watched her sleep. As confusing and baffling as it was, it also gave him relief too .

"Why are you inhaling deeply, Alphose? This is the fourth time in ten seconds I've heard you do that." Wolfaraine threw him a glance, "Do you smell anything unusual?"

Alphose did smell something unusual. The scent of the Alpha King is in this room. It was very faint he wouldn't have picked it up if he wasn't a cougar Alpha.

And, he was almost sure it's not because he just walked through it moments ago, because he'd caught that scent the first time they walked through that door.

What's going on? Wolfaraine had been out for two weeks, his scent should have faded from this place a few days after he left, so, why was his scent here? Unless, Ismena.

No, that can't be true, he thought disbelievingly.

"Alphose?"

The Alpha King's voice brought him back. He shook his head and replied, "No, nothing is wrong."

There's no way Ismena would have been here because she must know how much Nalaila hated humans and they would have heard the white female wolf's rage if a human had invaded its space.

Also, if she did come here, the Alpha King will be the first to scent her presence when they entered this room.

Maybe he'd been wrong after all, Alphose concluded.

"When was the last time she ate?" Wolfaraine asked.

"Two days ago. She has been asleep since then." Alphose responded .

"Tell the cook to get her food prepared tomorrow. If she isn't awake, they should wake her up and feed her. She should not be allowed to keep going so long without food."

"Yes, Alpha King, I will do just that."

As they locked up and walked away, Alphose wondered if he should tell Wolfaraine about Kassandra now?

But, one look at the slight limp the Alpha King walked with stopped him from doing so. That, and his wariness to tell him about his journey to the human world with his mate.

No, he'll tell him everything tomorrow.

Wolfaraine opened the door of his bedroom and walked through it. His chest was heavy as if a metallic rock was logged there after his visit to Nalaila's room and his left leg was starting to throb.

Her scent was everywhere in this room but she was nowhere within sight. At first, he'd thought she wasn't in his bedroom but then, he heard the shower running.

He felt calmer all of a sudden and the wolf spread out languidly inside him, growling in sheer pleasure. He felt better.

Then, he stiffened at the unexpected reaction to her presence. It irked because he should not be reacting to her like that.

Control yourself, Wolfaraine. You both agreed that it’s just gonna be sex. Do not forget that you also have to let her go after the Ring is found and brought back to Naturiah. You do not want a mate. You cannot afford to have a child. Do not forget.

Walking further into the spacious room, he began removing his evening clothes .

Meanwhile, in the bathroom, Ismena allowed water to cascade down her back.

It's surprising how she loves the showerhead in his bathroom more than the ones she was used to in the human world.

It might be not be modern, but the gold-colored showerhead screamed old-fashioned and expensive, just like every other thing in his bedroom.

She'd tried to sleep, but her body was just too hot for it to allow her any sleep. So, she'd figured a shower would help. She'd set the water for cold too.

But, as it cascaded down her body, Ismena was starting to realize that it was not going to be of much help. It's not calming her arousal at all.

She sighed and laid her head on the cold, wet tile of the wall. What in the devil's balls is wrong with me?

A question she'd asked herself over and over again as she laid all hungry and aroused, tossing uncomfortably in his bed, over and over again. God, it was so unlike her to be sexually addicted to a man.

It's like every time he touches her, it gets worse. Does it get worse than this?

Ismena highly doubts that. She'd missed him so damn much when he went for his business trip, she'd hungered for him in the darkness of the night but it was never this bad. It's as if his presence is a fuel to the fires of her addiction.

Maybe, this is one of those days self-pleasuring comes to her rescue. He was still in his meeting anyway, so a girl's gotta do what a girl's gotta do.

Cheek rested on the mahogany tiles with water cascading down her back, Ismena closed her eyes and allowed her fingers found her nub. She widened her legs a bit for better access .

As she caressed herself, her mind filled with the image of Wolfaraine. She imagined it was him rubbing her clit, running his strong hands all over her breasts. She moaned aloud as pleasure filled her.

Oh, God, she is aching.

She pressed the hill of her hand to her clit, imagining it was his. Then, she added more pressure which caused sharp pleasure to whip through her body and she cried out.

"By the Moon Goddess," came the growl from a deep familiar voice.

Ismena's eyes whipped open, withdrew her hand so fast and the other hand on her breast paused too. Embarrassment flooded her system as she stared at Wolfaraine standing with his arms crossed by the door.

He was stark naked in his glorious form, she couldn't help running her eyes greedily over his skin. She'd turned off the lights in the bathroom when she entered, but she was still able to see him clearly because of the lights coming in through the bathroom windows.

Layers of muscles coated almost every part of him, from the six—eight—packs, to his muscular arms like tree trunks and down to his strong thighs. The beautiful, soft hairs on his chest made her finger itch to run through them. And his dick.

It stood hard, proud and fully-erect before her, just like its owner who was watching her with an unreadable but intense look on his face. Her mouth watered as she started pointedly at his cock. She has never seen a more handsome man in her life.

"H-How long have you been standing there?" She whispered at last, finally bringing herself to ask.

"A while." His eyes were on her round breasts with pointed nipples which seemed to get more puckered with his eyes on them, "Long enough." He added, his voice low and deep .

"Oh..." She couldn't stop herself from ducking her head in desire and embarrassment. He'd seen her...he'd watched everything.

The ache of lust inside her magnified and she bit her lips at her body's surprising reaction.

Silence descended among them. Far away, a wolf howled.

He began walking towards her, his eyes staring intensely on her lowered face. He stepped into the shower, reached out and turned off the shower.

He stepped behind her back and whispered to her ear, "When you touched yourself, what were you thinking about?"

"You," A shiver ran through down her body, "I was thinking about you. You inside me... You touching me..." She admitted in a whisper.

A growl emitted from his throat. The male and the wolf loved that. "Do you touch yourself often? Do you think of me all those time you do it?"

Her breath caught in sheer embarrassment, "Wolfaraine..." She protested.

"Tell me, Ena." Softly spoken, but held a thread of command.

"Yes," she admitted, "I d-did it more than usual and I thought of you all those time. I don't know what's wrong with me, Wolfe."