A Weekend With The Alpha

Deep down, I knew what I asked for. I wanted to see him. That might have been difficult, but I wanted to see him with no barriers. I wanted to see him shift into his wolf form.

He took a step back and his withdrawal made my heart clench in my chest. “Aaron.”

He shook his head, unwilling to grant my only request. “Zera, I have little control over my wolf's form unless with practice do not want to scare you."

I smiled and cupped his face, and my small hands barely did justice in covering up his face. His long lash fluttered at the touch of my hands and he sighed.

“You can't scare me. You never have. Not really.” I smiled at him.

His eyes fluttered, and they met mine and I beheld the genuine vulnerability there. I knew my request was not one he fel the most comfortable granting.

He nodded and squeezed down on my hands, which held his face. “Okay.”

He didn't break our gaze as he took a step back from me. I had made the request, but my heart was hammering against chest in fear and I knew he heard it too. I couldn't stop, though. I didn’t want to.

“I love you," I muttered before I could stop myself and, as if that gave him the courage he needed, his shift began. His fingers contorted into claws and grew long and terrifying at the same time. His hands and face grew hairier than usual an his eyes switched from their hazel colour to faded red.

I had seen him in his wolf form before, but I had never seen him transform, and this was as intimate as sx itself.

He dropped to his knees and his face contorted into that of a werewolf with red blazing eyes, while the other part of his body snapped and cracked until he stood before me in his wolf form, big and proud.

I stood frozen and unable to decide my next course of action for the first few moments that passed, and then he took a step toward me. I dropped to my knee before him and he took another step closer. This was as open as I wanted and knowing he trusted me to do what I asked was more than enough for me.

He drew closer and now stood only a few inches away from me. His head came so close to mine. I leaned in and placed m head against his and my hand moved to stroke the fur on his back and I heard him purred out.

I did not know how, but I heard his heartbeat, and it had the faintest and most irregular beating I'd ever heard. It skipped and delayed with every second that passed.

“I can't stay this way for long. 1 do not have the strength to hold this form,” he said, breaking me out of my observation stage.

How did he speak?

How did I hear him?

I should be afraid, but I was more curious than afraid. There was more to this man than in those books, and I wanted to learn.

I saw his eyes on me and knew he waited for my reply. I nodded, and he shifted back to his human form on his knees before me. I leaned in and kissed his lips. He took me into his arms and took me to bed, then climbed in to join me.

I saw his eyes on me and knew he waited for my reply. I nodded, and he shifted back to his human form on his knees before me. I leaned in and kissed his lips. He took me into his arms and took me to bed, then climbed in to join me. “Take me," I said, wanting him to claim me and make me his. I needed his attention on all corners to soothe the craving. + obliged and touched me in all the parts that screamed for his attention.

I pressed my lips together to stop myself from moaning too loud, but Aaron didn't like that.

“I want to hear you moan. I want to hear you scream. Don't hide it” he instructed while pushing off the rest of my clothes He found my breast and squeezed on it and I moaned out, thrusting my head further into the pillow and letting out a thi moan. He growled in desire, probably loving my response, and he paid more attention to me.

He touched me, kissed me and sucked on every part of me, from my lips down between my legs.

My breath hitched when his tongue lapped at my wet and shimmering cunt, feasting on the sweetness thereof and moaning in pure delight. His tongue gathered me up, picking and tasting all the intimate parts and hitting every nerve. W each touch of his tongue, my body eased up and my back ached with desperation. I knew how much pleasure this man gz and I knew how committed he was to this. He did not relent until he drove me over to the point of ecstasy.

I felt much more contentment than I had ever felt and I knew I wasn't ready to lose him any time soon.

I woke up with my head on his chest while his arms stayed securely around me. Last night was as fulfilling as I wanted, ar I had Aaron Hart to thank for it.

I placed my hand on his slightly hairy chest and rubbed him slowly. My mind wandered away to the thought of him being here with me like this. I knew I promised to enjoy the moment and not think too far, but I didn't want these moments to end.

I just got him, and so did Zion. Everything was alright, and losing him was not something I wanted to experience. Aaron seemed pleased with his fate and had put up not much fight against it, but I wasn't pleased with this fate. There had to b a way out.

“You're thinking” Aaron said, and I snapped out of my thought to find him awake and staring at me. I wonder how long he had been awake and how long he'd watched me in my state of thought.

I smiled and nodded. “A little, sorry.”

His hand came up to stroke my face, sending tingles through me. “Don’t be sorry.” he mumbled, “what are you thinking about though?”

“You,” I answered, and I saw the flicker of interest in his eyes as he beheld me.

“Oh, well, what about me have you so lost in thoughts?”

“Your inevitable fate," I answered, and silence descended on the room the next second. Aaron broke his gaze and stared 2 the ceiling instead, and I knew it was his way of keeping his emotions in check. I wanted to know what his thoughts were this moment, but I didn’t possess that ability.

“You've gone quiet.”

“Because I don't know what to say, love.”

lifted myself onto my elbow to have a proper look at him. “I do. I think you've given up on life and I don't think that's good”

“I have put up my fight. I did for over six years, but it yielded nothing."

I frowned at him. “And that's enough reason to give up?”

“We are all going to die one day, some before others,” he said, and that had to be the most selfish line I've ever heard hin use.

His words hurt me. His nonchalant response to living wasn't what I expected, and it stirred a feeling I didn't like within m I sat up in bed. “You have a five-year-old son who would have but fragments of your memories. Do you really think telling him “we are all going to die one day’ would be the best response to his queries?” I didn't even want to add myself to the equation or think about how miserable I'd be without him. There was more at stake than how I'd felt. I got down from the bed and reached for the clothes that were closest to me on the floor.

I knew about his fate and he also told me about it, but this hurt. Falling back in love with someone who would be gone in no time hurt and now my heart was breaking.

“I would have done everything to change my fate if it were up to me. I'd want to live,” he spoke while I put on my panties and hooked my bra.

I rose, “Then show it. You have the money to disperse research into finding out what you missed all those years. I'm very sure you aren't the first alpha with this curse, whatever it is. Documented clues passed down for the generations ahead have to exist I walked to his side of the bed and picked up my gown.

“The alphas that came down with this curse never found the way out and most lived and did their best to preserve their bloodline by siring offspring before their fated date came. There has never been a way out of it. There was only prevention’

I paused, taken aback by the last line of his words, and turned to him. “What prevention?”

“My fate isn't actually a curse. It's the deterioration of a werewolf or luna because he or she has had a massive amount o power flow through them for longer than necessary without finding balance. I searched for balance six years ago and I didn't find it and so my fate became sealed.”