The Wannabe Warrior
Chapter 13

Madison POV

Alpha pushes me into Zane’s room and commands Zane to mate with me.

My wolf wants to be here with her mate, I want to be here with my mate, but I also want to make sure I get to go out and track those rogues as soon as possible.

Now, with someone trying to harm me, the Alpha believes being mated to Zane will remove that problem.

I am going to be strong and do what I came here for, and then watch my mate join the others to go kill them.

How did Dad and Alpha live through losing a mate? That was now a new fear.

Dad said it was partly because of us being such small pups and the need to protect us, and part being, the Alpha was going through the same pain, he had small pups too. We all grew so close together, the pups losing their mums and the dad grieving for their mates. I was over the moon when the Alpha got a second mate.

Now I hope dad will take the lovely lady, who had been his go-to-person, when he did not know what to do with me. As I went through puberty, he was not able to explain what a woman has to go through. Warriors don’t have breasts, at the age of womanhood, Misty, the woman who was like a second mum to me, had to console me, took me shopping for bras and woman stuff.

Zane didn’t get any time to say anything to the Alpha. I hardly realised what had happened, I was so deep in my own thoughts and following the Alpha,

Realising I was in my mate’s bedroom, I glanced around. It was a typical male room. There is a very large bed with black sheets and blankets with swirling patterns in multiple tones of brown, all crumpled in a mess on one side of the bed, as if. The covers had just been thrown off before answering the door, which confirmed he was in bed when we arrived, a large dressing table. Past the bed is a wall of curtains. I guess he has a very large window and at a guess a door to a balcony, I notice to the right of the bed a door, it is slightly open and it appears to be the bathroom. Further right is another door, a walk-in wardrobe. Further to the right is another open door. It may be like a kitchen, by the smell of it, a stale coffee smell coming from the doorway.

Zane encouraged me to sit by him on the bed, so I followed him over to the bed and trembled as I sat down, and suddenly was very concerned about what Zane would do, and not knowing anything about what happened during mating, she knew marking was one part and having s*x was the other, but she had never had s*x or even kissed a boy, so had absolutely no clue what to do or how to go about the mating. Fiddling with my fingers and bottom button, I thought about what I should say, explain why I was pushed into his bedroom and wake him up.

I slowly explained what had transpired, since he had left my bedroom door. It was not easy replaceing the right words. He moved between confused, then anger, then sympathy, then anger again, and then, well to be honest, I was not sure what that emotion was, maybe it was a male thing, and I did not want to anger him any further, he might be my mate, but she was a little fearful of him, he was nice at dinner, and walking in the garden. After a while and a few yawns later, Zane offered a short way out.

‘How about we mark each other, and then get some sleep, that should placate father at little, I would like our first time to be special, not done because it has to be done.’

I agreed we should mark each other, and watched and shivered as Zane unbuttoned her shirt. I felt warmed between my legs, but with him between them keeping them apart. He could do nothing about it. He leaned in and kissed my neck. I tried not to squirm and giggle as he reached a ticklish spot, when suddenly, I felt a sharp pain, which turned into pleasure. As he licked my neck where the bite mark was, I felt new voices in my head and I blocked them out, wondering what that was about, but was too tired to think about it. Now it was my turn and i was suddenly nervous again.

‘Your turn.’ He said seductively as he unbuttoned his shirt and tilted his head and offered me his neck, he was so confident and showed no fear of what was to come.

Leaning down, I kissed his neck, my wolf telling me to move over to the left and down a bit, guiding me to where she thought I should be. Having no clue, I followed her instructions, and found a spot where he gave a very quiet g***n when my lips touched his skin there.

‘That’s the spot, stay still.’ my wolf commanded. I felt my canines elongate in my mouth as a partial shift, letting the wolf take the bite. I felt my teeth sink into his neck, and I sucked some of the b***d into my mouth, tasting the metallic taste that b***d gives, and swallowed it down. Pulling my teeth out, I licked it clean, copying what he had done to me, satisfied I had done as requested, I sat back and looked at the mark I had left on his neck, it was already healed and it was a baying wolf with a crown on its head, looking like he was singing to the full moon overhead. It was beautiful, but how my teeth made such a beautiful tattoo on his neck baffled me.

Still looking at the tattoo, Zane spoke, breaking my daze.

‘Undress and get into bed, time for sleep, we can work the next step out later.’ He got up and walked over to the kitchen, acting as if it was nothing.

I was too tired to argue, quickly undressed and climbed into bed. I snuggled down on the bed, and was getting all relaxed until I felt him return and climb in behind me. I felt his naked chest on my back, his body warmth and the soothing tingles helped sleep to call me.