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When the full moon eventually came, screams from two women in two different parts of Naturiah were particularly high in the air because two couples were getting mated. One from the Cougar Clan, the other from the Heart of Naturiah.

In the Cougar Clan, Alphose held his woman close as he gave her all that was him.

She has never taken all his forms before, but tonight she was going to before the mating ritual is performed.

Her sweaty body shook under his, and he could smell her fear too.

He whispered words of love and encouragement to her ears as he filled her body from behind yet again and began thrusting again.

They were in their bedroom, kneeling on the floor with Kassandra's upper body lying on the bed and Alphose's own blanketing hers from behind.

They've been at it all night. She has lost count of how many times she has released.

At this rate, her soul was going to leave her body.

Alphose was the best lover she'd ever been with—hell, even the word 'best' does not do him justice.

God, she loves this man so much. Although she was nervous about being with his other half, her determination to be one with him in every way kept her going.

Fate finally heard her cries and gave him to her. She would forever be grateful.

When the moon was at its peak, and he eventually transformed and made her one with the cougar in the most intimate way, Kassandra's nervousness disappeared like mist. She was with him every step of the way.

When the mating ritual was performed, and her over-sensitized body went into a cataclysmic orgasm like nothing she'd ever had before, she screamed her love for him in the loudest tone ever before she lost consciousness.

In the Heart Of Naturiah, almost the same was happening in the bed chambers of the Alpha King.

Unlike Alphose, Wolfaraine has fallen into the mating frenzy that bonded the werewolves with the moon.

All his forms were there, but his werewolf form was more dominant.

From behind, he drove into Ismena, his hand holding her close, his hips moving in a rhythm that tautened her body with need, seething her with a mass of desire that left her wanting more, needing more.

He loved her all night, around her, against her, inside her, until all she saw—and breathed—was him. His wolf form, the cougar, his mortal form, all of him together.

At the peak of the moon, all three forms of him came together as he felt the telltale prickle down his spine. The more he thrust into her, his need built higher, the fires in her burned faster, and the sounds they made as they chased their release filled the air.

All of a sudden, his hands on her hips gripped her tightly, and he cried out above her.

She felt his dick throb and thicken as the hard jets of semen that sputtered out prepared her for his coming knot.

Then he pushed her hair away, baring her neck, and his teeth which had become fang-like, pierced into the skin of that spot meant to bear his mark.

Ismena screamed as pleasure she'd never felt before washed over her. A sensation that destroyed her re-created her, carried her along with a strength that scared her, leaving her in the wake of an ecstasy she didn't know if she could ever survive .

As if it wasn't enough, his knot extended and locked inside her, sending her shattering into another orgasm that left her screaming breathlessly and writhing under him. She could barely hear his deep groans of pleasure over the roaring in her ears.

He jerked over and over above her, while she jerked over and over below him as they both climbed a high they never knew existed before. All this while, he marked her with his fangs a little into her skin.

It was done. She is officially his mate.

Finally, they collapsed together on the bed. She was gasping his name repeatedly, trying to catch her breath as her body hummed with a pleasure that seemed to dull.

"Ismena, Hell's Teeth, but I love you so much." He growled, pulling her closer to him.

A breathless laughter escaped her, laying her head on his chest. "You're starting to cuss like me."

"You're rubbing off on me."

She smiled as she felt his hard, male leg move over hers, "I love you too. You're mine now, forever."

"And you're mine."

"I'm so tired," she yawned, "I might never get up from this bed again. You wore me out."

He grunted at that, totally as worn out as she felt.

Several minutes later, her body lax, her weight light, and her breath deepened in sleep, Wolfaraine watched her. Contentment hummed through him.

His hand caresses the bump of her belly, tenderness in his eyes at the sight of their baby growing healthily. He tested the link to their mated bond, and a smile ghosted his face as it appeared very strong.

She is his mate now. For life.

Seven months later, The Alpha King of Naturiah and his Rahinna Queen welcomed their first child, the most gorgeous son. They named him Daemonika Wolfaraine Throne. His birth was massively celebrated by all of Naturiah.

Two months after that, The Alpha leader of the Cougar Clan and his Rahinna welcomed their beautiful daughter. They named her Amerah Maranasia Steele.

THE END.