Mated To The Cold Hearted Alpha
Chapter 45

Lucky’s expression was still affected by the scene that had unfolded in front of him, but he nodded his head and walked away with the guards.

Ever turned to Hycinth and murmured, “We have stalls located on the east side where you can remove your dress in privacy and shift.”

“Okay,” she responded and looked at my Wolf hesitantly. It was obvious she wasn’t sure what he would be doing while she changed. He answered that question for her by walking toward the changing stalls. She quickly scrambled after him. When they reached their destination, he nudged the door open with his big head. She went inside the large sectioned off space that was open to the air above. And he followed along right with her, not intending to leave her side for even a moment.

Her heart raced as she understood what he wanted her to do get undressed in front of him and shift. Amazingly enough, there was no negotiation like I’d had to go through to see her creamy flesh. She simply complied with his wishes, removing her dress with trembling fingers and letting it fall to the ground.

She wasn’t wearing anything underneath. The instant the garment pooled at her feet, he stepped forward.

She froze.

He carefully rubbed his entire side against her, from shoulder to flank, wrapping his tail around her torso, and then turned and did it with his other side, transferring his scent. Hycinth stood, unmoving, watching and waiting while he took his time, making more passes.

As he walked, he could feel what she felt. And she liked having his scent all over her body.

She was enjoying it just as much as he was. He gave a low growl of approval.

Finally, he stepped back, only to twist his head around and poke his snout right between her legs.

She gasped and clutched at the fur on his head, her entire body quivering in shock.

He inhaled deeply, letting her scent fill his senses.

She blushed profusely but didn’t try to move away from him.

After a long moment, he pulled away.

Hycinth breathed a sigh of relief, but it didn’t last long because he walked around to her backside and nudged his nose between her thighs, wanting her to open her stance wider so he could properly see and smell what was hidden there.

“Oh…!” she gasped again, but did what he wanted, opening her legs wider.

My Wolf pushed his head further between her legs, the wetness of his nose transferring to the inner crescents of her round butt cheeks. After a sufficient inhale, his tongue swiped out, laving right along her a*s, transferring his scent, marking his territory.

“Son of a…oh shit!” she hissed. Her legs trembled, her breathing shallow and fast.

He walked back around to her front so he could transfer his scent and mark his territory there as well. Hycinth’s arousal collected on his tongue as it swished along her folds.

F**k. I g*****d in his head. If I wasn’t already way past horny, now I had her scent and taste fogging up my brain even further. However, my Wolf wasn’t concerned with my horniness at present, only the task at hand. She would be sufficiently identified as his. He had no intention of letting her run with the pack until he was confident no male would dare approach her or even sniff in her direction.

When he finally finished, he stepped away and tilted his head as he assessed her. Feeling pleased with the thorough job he’d done, he gave her a nod, letting her know to shift.

Hycinth was full on panting by that point, eyes wide. It took her a moment to pull herself together before she could focus enough, but finally, she accomplished it. Skin turned to fur and then her Wolf stood proudly in front of us.

Her Wolf was stunning! She took my breath away. She had sleek, beautiful silver fur, with darker mercury tones on her chest and the underside of her belly and lighter tones, almost snowy white tips on top, reflecting the luminescence of the Moon above our heads.

After a long moment, I realized my Wolf was just standing there with his wet tongue hanging out of his mouth, staring at her. I snorted and reminded him that ogling and drooling were not really King-of-the-Wolves behavior. He huffed and clicked his mouth shut. I snickered. At least I wasn’t the only one who occasionally acted like a damn fool when it came to this shewolf.

My Wolf began the entire marking process again, ensuring this little shewolf was equally identifiable as his in her fur as she was in her skin. It took several minutes for him to rub against her and smell and lick all of her private areas.

Her Wolf was not nearly as shy as Hycinth had been. So much so, that she openly flagged him, lifted her tail high in the air, presenting everything she had to offer, and looked over her shoulder at him expectantly. Abruptly, his thoughts went from the task at hand straight to mounting her.

Oh, no! I pulled back on his control. Now was not the time or the place for that.

He huffed out an irritated growl but acquiesced, turning instead to push the door open with his snout. Hycinth’s Wolf followed him out, stepping high and quickly, practically prancing on her paws. Her sheer joy was infectious. Both my Wolf and I felt it.

All of the sudden, she halted in her tracks.

Nearly fifty wolves sat circled around, waiting for us.

To her credit, after her initial surprise, my little mouse didn’t react or back away. Quite the opposite, she held her head high and fierce, her body language communicating she was happy and ready to take on anyone who wished to challenge her. None of the wolves moved. They waited for me.

Without warning, my Wolf tilted his head back and let out a howl.

The rest of the wolves chimed in, their songs echoing in the night sky.

And then we were off and running!