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Wolfariane dumped her on the bed and rose. He took a moment to arrange his clothing, scowling more at the untidiness and slight wrinkling of his suit. Damn drunk female.

"I can seeeeeeeeeeee the thundeeeer! It's vibrating my beeeeeeeeed! I think I'm gonnaaaaa vanish—" she gagged again. "I don't feel so good, big guy."

"You are drunk and drugged. You have no business feeling good tonight."

"Aaaaaah," she nodded her head in understanding. Accompanied with a huge smile, "But, that is where you're wrooooooooong!" she sang. "I feel like I can flyyyyyyyyyyy!!!!"

Wolfariane shook his head. "I hope we do not see each other again, female." He faced the door and walked—

Feminine hand grabbed his...and tugged hard.

He wasn't expecting it, he lost his footing in the direction she tugged him to and fell right on top of her, breaking his fall on the last minute with the hands that shot out on either side of her head—which held his upper-body away from her, instead of crashing his full-body on her .

"Ooooh, look who we have here..." She drawled seductively, "Isn't it my dark knight in frowning armor?"

Wolfariane was too stunned to speak. A changeling male four times her size CANNOT 'move' him when he's standing—even when he's not expecting it—unless man and beasts wants to be moved.

His beasts are definitely on board with that 'tug' and it baffles the hell out of him. Blue-eyes met beautiful brown-eyes and the world stilled for a moment.

She is as beautiful as a siren made specifically for seduction. Even in a form as small as hers, the female has an energy that most females do not. He can smell it.

"Wow. Look at these eyes. Blue as the ocean..." Entranced, her hand touched his chin softly, "No one from the gender that betrayed Jesus Christ is supposed to look this yummy..."

"What do you think you are doing, female?" He eyed her finger on his cheek.

"I think I'm very attracted to you." voice dropped in a whisper, "I am very wet right now."

He can smell it too, and it is starting to mess with his head. Nothing messes with a changeling male's head more than the scent of fear, arousal, and mate. "What you need is to close your eyes and sleep, female."

"Ismena. My name is Ismena."

"Ismena." He tasted the name on his lips. The wolf definitely approved, chirping inside him. "Meaning 'Royal' in the ancient tongue."

"Really?" Blink, blink, "Didn't know that." Gags .

Time to stand before this female throws up on him. Holding that thought, he tried to rise, but she went arms and legs on him, wrapping those tightly around him, her grip surprisingly strong for a female.

"Oooh, now where does he think he's goooooing?"

The wolf growled in pleasure and rubbed against his chest like a damn cat. The man scowled, "You are completely wiped out."

"Poor man, the way you frown so hard... tsk tsk tsk, I think you are gonna get some permanent frown lines on that cute forehead of yours.

I would have checked if you've bagged one yet, but my eyes are damn blurry right now," a very hard blink accompanied her statement, "Shít, this is not the way I wanted this night to end. "

They do NOT like to be caged, yet this female has them 'caged'—not that she has the supernatural strength and power it takes to REALLY cage him, but still—and yet, the wolf isn't doing a thing about it. His mountain lion is the one raging inside him, tugging at his reins to be set free.

"Cat got your tongue?" She slurred cheekily

"Cats cannot win any attack against me, female." They will not dare.

"Uh-huh. Oh boy, but are you heavy."

"I am bearing most of my weight. If I let myself lie on you completely, and give you my weight—"

"You will suffocate poor Ismena in seconds." She finished for him, a grin spreading across her cheeks, "Have you seen yourself in the mirror? You've got that damn hot and scary thing going on."

Scary, sure. But hot? Nobody ever thinks that of him before. "You are a very weird female. Weird and small. "

"Thanks," the smile only spread wider.

Her smile... It was oddly captivating. Too captivating to be normal. His brows knitted more.

Ismena loosed one arm, raised it to his face, and separated those skins that came together, "You will get old too soon if you continue frowning this hard. The world isn't serious enough for this."

"My world is."

"Wow, you must be from Mars, you alien man. What is your name? Can't keep calling you 'Rescuer' and 'Frown Face' in my head."

"I am Wolfariane Daminor Throne."

"Can you speak English, please?" She slurred, "That's a tongue twister."

His brows knitted again, and his lips thinned in displeasure. "I am Wolfariane."

"Ahhh," her head bobbed twice in understanding, she used her fingers to separate those skins he laced together again, "Wolfariane. Wolfe." Pause, "I'll just call you the Big Bad Wolfe."

"You cannot call me that." Weird female. Is she always this fearless, or is it the drink talking?

"Just watch me, Scary Man." Her cheeks widened again.

He made a move to get up, but she tightened her limbs around him, wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled him down until his face came really close to hers .

"You smell of death, arousal, and liquor so much, it is hard to make out any other scent. Do you always cream your panties for any man that holds you?" The wolf snarled. He does not like that at all.

"Mmh-mmh," she shook her head adamantly, "I'll have you know that I do not desire your gender that much," she slurred, "if I did, my love life, or lack of, wouldn't suck so badly."

His wolf purred like a cat. Since when does he make sounds like that?

Suddenly, she tugged on his neck. This brought his face down to hers—his nose down to her neck. That was when he scented it.

The scent of Mate.

The scent of an Alpha's mate.

His wolf struck out his tongue—Wolfariane's tongue—and licked her neck, twice. Mine.

That claim he laid before his brain even registered it, told him more than any seer ever will that she is his mate. He froze.

Suddenly, everything is starting to make better sense to him; his agitation when she was attacked, why he wasn't able to leave her in that restroom, why his other halves are so relaxed and contented with anything about her—including her smell of death and liquor.

Finally, it makes sense why his body is reacting to hers, and why her arousal is threatening to drive him insane.

"Hell." This is not happening.

"Heaven." She drawled, oblivious to the battle the Alpha male on top of her is fighting.

He rose from her completely. Is this some kind of sick joke from the heavens? The moon goddess? His mountain lion roared in denial and rage .

Ismena began pulling her shirt up and her movements caught his eyes. "What do you think you're doing?"

Brown eyes narrowed seductively, "I feel hot. You are hot." Arms spread wide, a full grin split her lips, "I say we come together and set the bed ablaze! What do you say?"

"I say no." He gritted his teeth when his wolf clawed angrily in protest.

"Oops. You sure you don't wanna see this body?" Her arms gestured to her body, "You suuuure? You gonna regreeeeet this decision in the morning, Big Bad Wolfeeeee!" She sang.

"You will regret it more, female. You are not in your right mind."

"The best decisions are not made in the right mind."

He shook his head, turned, and stalked into the bathroom to clear his head.

In there, he reined in his beasts as best as he could, gritting his teeth. His fingers on the counter tightened. The mountain lion is striving to take form. He cannot let it. He hasn’t been so out of control in a long time.

Minutes later, with some form of control reinstated, he tried to survey his situation rationally.

He has found his mate and she is dying. And she is non-changeling.

Memories filled his head of a time he wishes never to remember ever again. After all these years, the pain is still deeply ingrained in him. The reason why his mountain lion is more feral than any other changeling's in Naturiah and his wolf is the most sexually insatiable, rough, and fierce .

How does he handle this? Can he handle this?

A few minutes later, he came out expecting to see her sleeping because of the silence of the bedroom, but she was awake. She smirked at the sight of him. "You are back."

"I do not have the intentions of taking a mate or having a child, least of all not a non-changeling mate because I have no liking for them, and most especially, not one who's drunk, sassy, and a trouble magnet." The woman is the complete opposite of him.

Ismena isn't understanding half of the words coming out of the man's mouth. "Can you at least speak English?" She slurred.

"You are very drunk, you will pass out here. Once you go to sleep and wake up late tomorrow morning. I will inform Cronus, Josiah, and Alphose to come check you out for compatibility." But even without the snarl from his wolf, he knows it's a futile attempt. The woman is his mate.

"Check me out?" she snorts, "Ain't a damn piece of meat, big guy." she hiccups, "Don't tell me you want to sell me to these men? Amma veeeery veeeery tough girl. Will beat them up and run away."

"Like you did tonight?" He remembered her attacker's broken hand, and the other man was wobbling slightly on his feet. Definitely a tough female.

The wolf approved too, his mountain lion roared again. He gritted his teeth.

"Yeah, yeah. Thank you for saving my life, bud."

"After tonight, we will not be seeing each other again. Our paths will not cross again." That is the best way to handle this, by making sure they do not cross paths again. He will make sure of that .

Does the man know he is pacing the floor in that slow, steady steps of his? Her eyes watched him like a hawk. Bidding her time... Waiting...

He reached the foot of her bed, she rose suddenly, grabbed hold of his arm, and tugged again. Hard.

He didn't move an inch. Instead, he arched his brow at her. "What do you think you're doing?"

"My dark knight in frowning armor," Her pink tongue darted out and licked her lips, "What do you say, we have sex right now?"

The proposition so unexpected threw him off guard. The control he managed to hold onto slipped from his fingers, and he found himself battling waves of sexual urges.

His other halves—including the mountain lion—are definitely on board with the proposition, they are battling him fiercely.

With him thrown off-guard, she rose slightly, grabbed hold of his arm, and tugged hard. He fell on top of her again, breaking his fall just like the first time.