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"Y ay!!" She screamed in victory. Arms and legs shot out, wrapped around him again, and squeezed, doing her best to hold him captive. "So, what's it gonna be, Big Bad Wolfe? Are we having sex? Let's light this bed on fire!"

"Damn it, female!" He growled as he suddenly found himself surrounded by femininity and softness so intoxicating, he dick thickened and hardened.

His claws slipped out, his eyes turned from blue to amber-gold—the eye of the wolf. Shit, his wolf is so close to the surface.

Dang, the man is huge but he feels heavenly. Ismena giggled, staring up at him, "What is it, Frown Face? You have gone all stiff on me," she needs to see him a little bit clearer though, her eyes are all blurry.

"Don't. You. Dare. Move." With a slight movement from her, her lower body will connect with his and he has the feeling that the last shred of his control will be shot to dust .

She froze instantly, "Oops, that was terrifying as fuck. Do you go around scaring children like that?"

Head lowered further, he swiped his tongue to her neck.

"Mmh, I like, I like, do that again. You say to stop, yet you lick my neck." Soft fingers rubbed his muscled arm, "If that isn't mixed signals, I don't know what is, Big Bad Wolfe."

He blinked his eyes closed and tried to shave off the cougar's basic instincts to kill and destroy and the wolf's basic instincts to take, to fuck, to dominate.

The female is already standing at death's door. If I put my hands on her, I'll be shoving her through that door faster than lightning, so get the fuck down, he barked to his other half.

Not that he ever has the intentions of fucking the female even if she isn't at death's door because she's drunk and drugged. Most especially, she is human.

"Can't I move...? At least a little?" She pouted, "I've got an inch that needs to be scratched."

"You can't." He barked.

"Oops, I almost died!" She stilled again, cringing at the bark, and anger in his voice. Wait, is there lust there too?

Wolfariane's harsh breathing filled the air. It took longer than necessary before he was able to get himself under control. When he did, he carefully extracted himself from her.

But, not before she saw.. .

Ismena's eyes widened to round saucers, "Please tell me that THAT isn't what I think it is?" She pointed at his part of him in his pants that has thickened in fierce arousal.

He ignored her, pulling himself away from her completely and rose to his feet.

"Holy waters...!" She swallowed, "Never knew your gender can park something that size!"

"I am not a human male, female."

She scoffed, "Yeah right. So what are you? A rat male?"

He looked absolutely insulted. "A rat male is no predator, and no comparison."

Ismena just shook her head, her eyes still in THAT part of him, "Mehn-Oh-Mehn, this is huge. Bet, it will be a work of art too. Take off your clothes, let me see—"

The screeching of a cellphone suddenly exploded in the air. Wolfariane was all too happy to reach into his pocket and withdraw his cellphone, to see Alphose number appearing in the screen.

"Stay right here." Command thrown out, he picked the call, placed it to his ear and walked back to the bathroom.

"Yes sir!" Ismena saluted his back as he walked away.

In the bathroom, Wolfariane listened while Alphose explained the reasons why he wasn't able to arrive at the club on time, the problems he encountered with Josiah, and how solving them is taking up most of his time.

"Once I'm done, I will be on my way to the nightclub. I apologize once again, Alpha King— "

"I understand you, Alphose. But do not come to the nightclub for I am not there anymore." He stated.

"Oh, okay. Where are you? I will meet you there as soon as I can."

Wolfariane took two steps to the door of the bathroom and looked into the bedroom. Ismena has passed out cold on the bed, sound asleep. "Meet me in Naturiah."

Alphose was too stunned at the other end of the line to speak. When he did, he cleared his throat, "In our land?"

"Yes."

"But, we haven't finished with the businesses we have here in the non-changeling world." His bafflement was clear.

"We will come back, but I need to go back." His eyes remained on the female, "I am too out of control to remain here." He admitted at last.

"You?" Alphose wasn't expecting that. Wolfariane is the most controlled changeling in Naturiah, "Did something happen?"

"It is a long story. You can take the next available flight to our boarders, but I'll take a run. You can meet me in my home."

"You'll run all the way home? That bad?" Worry dripped from Alphose's voice.

"That bad."

"Which one? The wolf or the cougar?"

"Both. For different reasons." Wolfariane replied simply, "If I don't return, I will be hurting non-changelings." Or one female in particular. He left that part unsaid .

"Of course, Alpha King. I understand. I will meet you in Naturiah as quick as I can."

Wolfariane hung up the phone and stepped further into the bedroom, staring at the woman curled into herself on the bed. Sound asleep, she looks smaller, her features delicate and relaxed like a child's.

But, there's nothing childlike about her lush curvy body and her drunk personality. She is too beautiful.

His mate.

Brows furrowed, his head narrowed to the side. His attraction for the woman is too strong, the best way to avoid her is to never cross paths with her again.

Then, he turned and strutted out of the bedroom.

Ismena woke up early the next morning with a clanging headache. "Awwggh," she moaned, palming her banging head.

Where am I? The events of the night before filled her head, most of them anyway. Those men had tried to rape her, and she was rescued by—

Big Bad Wolfe! Where is he?

Eyes darted around the empty bedroom. He's gone. Did he...?

Eyes darted to her body. Nope, he didn't take advantage of her.

Then, other memories came rushing in; the way she'd forced him to save her, he'd carried her out of the nightclub and brought her here. She'd prepositioned him for sex !

"Unholy pants, did I really do that!?" She cringed, horrified as more memories pricked her clanging head. "Oh, my... What the hell did I do?"

Shit, she's the one that almost took advantage of the man. Bad Ismena, very bad girl.

Rising from the bed, she reached for the room phone and ordered for some hangover tea. She's feeling surprisingly good this morning, too good. Wasn't her chest burning the night before?

Her meds have finished too. Double-shit, way to go reality. Always here to ruin her happy moods.

She rose from the bed and entered the bathroom. Maybe she'll go to her jerk-boss for a loan of some sort to buy her meds, it's not as if she's gonna be alive long enough to pay him back, and he'll really be an asshole if he goes to her funeral with plans of making her family pay him back.

Nope, he'll really do it. Mr. Macdonald is an asshole.

"Now, what are you gonna do, Ismena?" She said out loud, letting out her frustration. Slumping down on the toilet seat, she let out a deep breath. "Even if you're gonna die eventually, you still need to be alive long enough to do the fun things on your list. You've only done two!"

Fingers raised, she began bending each as she ranted, "Riding a rollercoaster was a success, you almost died but you got over that fear. Going to a club was a total failure. Yikes, you almost got raped."

"Then, you got yourself a real dark knight in frowning armor, and disgraced your ancestor's slash descendants in front of him," She let out a huge breath, "Typical you. Always doing things the opposite. Now your meds have finished and—" bang !!

The memory slammed into her brain so unexpectedly, "THE RING! Wait, was that a dream?" She jumped up from the toilet seat, jerked her panties back on, and rushed out of the bathroom door back to the room .

"Where is it, where is it, where did I put it...?" Her head was working, trying to remember what happened after she picked it up from the floor then she— "In my bra! My bra, my bra, my bra..."

Repeating the mantra in anticipation over and over again, she yanked down her bra—did big bad Wolfe temper with my clothes? I sure hope not!—and, there the ring is.

Thank God!

"Holy...Sanitary...Pad!!!" She screamed with so much excitement. Her hand slapped her mouth shut almost immediately, looking around to make sure no one was listening.

"Of course, no one is listening, Ismena. You're in a hotel room!" She danced around in excitement, cradling the ring to her chest like the treasure it is.

Those rapist are the losers in the end. They didn't get to rape her, and she stole their diamond ring! Bet it's gonna be expensive too!

"I'm so going to pawn this ring and buy my meds." She decided, doing a little waist dance, "That's my way of saying 'fuck you' to the rapist wherever you are!"