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Alphose took off in a dead run when he heard that howl because he knows what it means.

He took the stairs four at a time until he arrived at the fourth floor and then, he ran soundlessly to the door of the Alpha King's bedroom and threw the door open. At first glance, his fear was confirmed, even before he sensed the cougar's arousal.

The King-Cougar wants to mate with its woman.

"Alphose?" She called in a tiny, scared voice. He couldn't see her at all because the cougar was blanketing her. Thankfully, the animal was too focused on its woman to notice him immediately.

"Listen to me, Ismena. Listen to me and do whatever I tell you to, do you hear me?" He kept his voice as soft and as non-threatening as he could manage in this situation. The last thing he wanted was to draw the attention of the huge animal.

"Y-Yes, I c-can hear you. "

"Good. Relax your body completely. Do not stiffen, do not resist. Push the fear far, far away, deep inside you.

My cougar can only sense arousal and distrust from him—not rage or attack mode.

You stink of the Alpha King and you smell like Nalaila, so your human scent is very very reduced now, but your fear is your greatest enemy because a changeling's fear and a human's fear smell differently.

It's a scent every predator can make out very well and as a feral cougar, that animal is more predatory than most. So, try not to be scared, do you hear me? "

She went silent for a few seconds. "Yes, I c-can hear you." She whispered again, at last.

"Where is that damn garlic? Is it reachable to you?" He inwardly recoiled, just thinking about the darn thing.

"It's u-under the duvet. My h-hand is currently g-gripping it tightly."

"That is good. It is almost impossible to pull a horny cougar away from its mate, so there is every possibility that if I try to reach for him, one of us will have to die for the fight to be over. You have to use the garlic. Use it now."

She went silent again.

Alphose shifted uncomfortably, unable to see her.

"You don't have much time, Ena, the cougar will soon make a half-shift. Do it now." He urged her again, keeping his voice calm.

"Alphose?" She called him, her voice a bit stronger and with less fear.

"Yes, my dear. I am still here."

"What does Nadigyà mean?"

He wasn't expecting that. "It's the ancient language of our people. It means 'Mine'. Why did you ask? "

She hesitated, "Do you think the cougar will kill me if...uhm...if I let him?"

Now, she really did catch him off-guard completely. That was not what he'd expected to hear.

"Ismena..." He stalled.

"Please, answer me."

"If the cougar wanted to kill you, you will already be dead. I think it clearly just wants to mate with you." He admitted truthfully.

A pause.

"Kindly close the door behind you." She said, her voice filled with resolve.

Alphose tried to talk her out of it, but it was obvious that she has made up her mind. In the end, he did exactly what she requested.

He walked out and closed the door behind him.

The instant the door closed, the cougar shifted form, making the half-shift. Ismena felt, more than heard it happen.

She didn't look back to confirm, but she knew she was right. It was no longer paws gripping her but big, fur-covered hands with elongated claws. The half-shift was even taller than the full-shift, making cougar Wolfaraine a giant behind her .

She swallowed her fears and forced herself to do what Alphose advised. She focused on freeing her mind and relaxing her body as best as she could.

He gave another ear-splitting howl. Ismena squeezed her eyes shut and tried to focus on something—anything that will distract her mind.

The thought fled when she felt his shaft—his very large shaft—nudge her opening. He pushed hard enough that her body had no other option than to give way so that he was suddenly halfway inside her.

Ismena bit her lips hard enough to draw blood, in her effort to keep the scream in.

But, he wasn't done. He pulled back and slammed into her again, snarling when her body kept resisting all of him. He slammed into her again. And again. And again.

Ismena threw her head back and screamed so loud that her vocal cords vibrated in her throat. Letting go of the garlic, she grabbed the bedsheet and squeezed hard.

When he slammed into her again, finally burying himself deep inside her, the snarling stopped and he let out a loud growl of pleasure. Almost immediately, he began thrusting into her in hard, rough motions.

Wolfaraine was right when he said that it would be aggressive. Being underneath the cougar and the male now, Ismena thought that even that word does not do it justice.

He took her like a raving, starving animal. He plundered her body without restraint.

His claws dug into her skin too hard, breaking the skin and drawing blood. She bit her lips hard again .

She was filled with immeasurable pain and discomfort, but as time passed, the feeling started, reducing.

Ismena had no idea how long passed as he ravaged her thoroughly but it was long enough for the pain to ebb and the pleasure to awake.

The pleasure was a slow burn. At first, it started with a tingle in her lower belly.

Then it spread all over her like flowing water.

And at that point, it gained momentum, becoming stronger. Next the pleasure was dominating the pain. Oh, it was still there but no longer as bad as it was in the beginning.

She went from screaming—to crying—to wincing loudly—to moaning.

He moaned, harsh and wild into her neck as he pounded into her.

He was growling and grunting behind her, his hips moving aggressively as he possessed her in the most primitive way.

He filled her pussy, stretching the sensitive tissue unbearably, stroking it as a million bolts of erotic electricity sizzled along her channel.

Deep, driving thrusts that had her screaming—a very different scream—begging for release. She felt his cock throb, then along the soft tissue of the roof of her vagina, it began.

At first, it was just a soft nuance of change. A stroke, like a whisper of sensation. A separate pulse, a heated prong of pleasure she couldn't stand. It raked against nerve endings she never knew existed, made her twist, fight for more. Or for less, she didn't know.

"Mine," he groaned as it began happening, his voice way deeper than ever, fraught with pleasure.

What is happening!? Her mind screamed desperately. Her head twisted and thrashed on the bed as it became firmer, stroking her harder, driving her higher.

Then she felt it hook inside her. Like a barb, latching onto the most sensitive spot inside her .

She screamed with what little breath she had left. She felt it extend more, pulsing as it pressed in the ultra-sensitive muscles in the depths of her flesh as Cougar Wolfaraine's release began bursting inside her.

She was shoved into a climax like she has never imagined. It tore through her body to the pulse of that nubbin stroking the exact center of her sensations.

"Mine," That deep voice growled again. He lowered his head, found the sensitive part of her neck, and bit down. Not enough to become the permanent mark of the mating ritual, but enough to leave a mark she will wear for days. His mark.

Stars winked before her eyes and she convulsed. Her legs gave out beneath her, but his strong hands were holding her up, his claws digging into her skin. She felt the hard beat of her release in her clit, as well as deep inside her womb.

She was pulsing, erupting, begging for breath as the pleasure seemed never-ending until she collapsed completely. He did too, all the tension in his body draining away as his orgasm ebbed away.

They were locked together, she thought dizzily. That barb that elongated and latched into her seems to her locked them together. This must be what he meant by knotting, her hazy mind processed.

"I've got you, honey, I've got you." Wolfaraine's voice caressed her skin. It was his normal voice. Through blurry eyes, she realized that the furs and claws has disappeared.

"Wolfe..." She whispered right before she passed out cold in his arms.