Chapter 20

CHAPTER 20

R owan

I watched her—no, felt her—transform before my eyes. The first wave of the change hit her hard, but she was strong, stronger than I’d expected. Her body contorted, muscles snapping and bones realigning with a grace and power that I recognized all too well, but this was different.

She was magnificent.

As the last shudder of her shift rippled through her, she collapsed onto the concrete floor, breathing hard, her smooth black coat shimmering in the soft overhead light. I couldn’t tear my eyes away from her. She was glorious.

Her fur was pitch black, darker than the shadows that clung to the corners of the warehouse. Her sleek coat shimmered with an almost ethereal quality, and as she lifted her head, I saw her eyes—those same piercing light green eyes she’d had in her human form, only now they gleamed with an untamed fire, yet still undeniably her.

A rush of desire surged through me, fierce and uncontrollable, straight to my cock.

She was my wolf, my mate, and she was breathtaking.

There was something about the way her new form moved, the way her muscles coiled beneath that black fur, like a force of nature that was barely contained. It made every instinct inside of me scream with the urge to drive into her and remind her what it meant to be mine.

I wanted her. More than I ever had before. I wanted to take her right there on the concrete floor, bite her scruff and sink my cock deep into her over and over again until her howls echoed all around me.

Even though I couldn’t shift—my body locked down by the suppressants coursing through my veins—I felt the wolf inside me stir, reacting to her presence. She was pure power, pure beauty, standing there with her head held high. The light from above caught in her fur, making it shimmer, and I couldn’t help but marvel at how perfect she was.

She was everything I’d imagined she would be, and so much more.

Her emerald green eyes met mine, and there was a moment, just a heartbeat, where the bond between us pulsed so intensely that I swore I could feel her thoughts. The hunger in her gaze mirrored my own, and it took everything I had not to pull against the chains, to reach for her, to touch her, to be close to her.

“Magnificent,” I whispered, barely aware that I had spoken aloud.

She took a step toward me, hesitant but steady, her new form adjusting, the wolf in her still settling. But I could see the confidence growing in her with each passing second, the raw strength that came with the shift filling her with a new sense of control. She was everything a wolf should be—majestic, untamed, and fierce.

And gods, how I wanted her.

The desire coursed through me like fire, my blood pounding in my veins as my cock hardened despite the drugs still trying to keep me weak, trying to hold me down. But seeing her like this—seeing Kendra as the wolf she was now—awakened something in me.

“Kendra,” I murmured, my voice hoarse with desire. “You’re incredible.”

She moved closer, and I could see the way her muscles shifted beneath that sleek black coat, the way her eyes glowed with a newfound strength. She was adjusting to her new form quickly, her instincts guiding her just as I’d hoped they would. But there was still that hesitation in her gaze, that question of whether she was truly in control.

I wanted to reach for her, to pull her close, but the chains around my wrists bit into my skin, holding me back. For now.

But I knew one thing for certain: once we got out of here—once I was free—nothing would stop me from claiming her all over again.

And together, we would be unstoppable.

A low, distant howl broke the silence, cutting through the stillness of the warehouse like a knife. Kendra’s ears perked up immediately, her head snapping toward the sound. The howling was followed by another, closer this time, and then another, until the night outside was alive with the chilling sound of wolves.

My heart pounded, not from fear, but from the adrenaline surging through my veins.

It could only be one thing. They’d found us. The wolves that had been chasing us all this time—they were here. And they were coming for us.

Kendra growled low in her throat, her muscles tensing as she turned toward the warehouse door, her entire body going rigid with readiness. I could see the instinct kicking in, the wolf inside her rising to the challenge, ready to defend what was hers.

Ready to defend me.

Another howl pierced the air, this one so close it made the walls of the warehouse tremble. I strained against the chains, but there was nothing I could do. I was helpless, pinned by the drugs still coursing through my veins.

But Kendra—she was anything but helpless.

The door to the warehouse groaned as something slammed into it from the outside. Kendra’s growl deepened, her eyes locked on the entrance as the pounding continued, growing louder with every vicious impact. The wolves were trying to break in, their claws scraping against the metal, their snarls filling the air.

And then, with a deafening crash, the door burst open.

The first wolf that barreled through the entrance was massive, its silver fur matted with dirt, its golden eyes wild with bloodlust. It let out a guttural snarl as it charged toward us, but Kendra was faster. She met it head-on, her body a blur of black fur and flashing teeth.

The two wolves collided with a bone-rattling crash, and before I could blink, Kendra had the silver wolf pinned beneath her. Her jaws closed around its throat, and with a savage jerk of her head, she tore into its flesh. Blood sprayed across the concrete floor as the wolf let out a strangled cry before going limp beneath her. The fight was over in seconds.

But there wasn’t even time to breathe.

Two more wolves stormed through the door, their eyes blazing with rage. Kendra didn’t hesitate. She launched herself at the first one, her muscles rippling with power as she slammed into it, her teeth sinking deep into its shoulder. The wolf yelped, trying to shake her off, but she held on, dragging it down with her.

The second wolf circled behind her, its jaws snapping, but Kendra was relentless. She ripped into the wolf beneath her, her claws tearing through fur and muscle like they were nothing. Blood pooled on the floor, slick and dark, but she didn’t stop.

She couldn’t.

The second wolf lunged, but Kendra was ready. She spun on her heels, dodging the attack, and in one swift motion, she was on top of it. Her fangs found its neck, and she bit down hard, the sickening crunch of bone echoing through the warehouse as she crushed its windpipe. The wolf went limp beneath her, its life snuffed out in an instant.

I could barely breathe, my chest tight with a mixture of awe and adrenaline as I watched her. She was incredible—unstoppable.

The Kendra I knew was strong, but this—this was something else. This was pure, raw power. She was tearing through them like a force of nature, her black fur streaked with blood, her eyes blazing with fury.

She was lost in the throes of her first shift.

The third wolf hesitated at the door, its eyes flicking between Kendra and me as if it were weighing its options. But it didn’t stand a chance. Kendra growled, low and dangerous, her lips pulling back to reveal her bloodied fangs.

The wolf made a mistake—it charged.

Kendra met it halfway, her body a blur of movement as she sidestepped its attack and swung around behind it. Before the wolf could recover, Kendra lunged with a snarl, her jaws closing around its spine with brutal force. The wolf let out a high-pitched yelp before collapsing, its body twitching as she finished it with a quick, savage bite to the throat.

More howls echoed in the distance, but they sounded different now. Softer. More uncertain. The pack knew. They’d felt the shift in power, the deadly force that Kendra had become. And now, they hesitated.

They feared her. And to be honest, they really should.

The only one that didn’t was me.

Turns out, though, we weren’t alone in this fight. The piercing sound of bullets suddenly cracked through the air, followed by the unmistakable clang of metal doors slamming open as the humans stormed the compound. I could hear the pounding of boots against the ground, shouts echoing through the warehouse, and the distinct rattle of weapons being cocked and loaded.

It could only be the Resistance.

“Kendra,” I rasped, trying to get her attention as she still stood over the bodies of the wolves she’d just torn apart. Her ears twitched, and I could see her sense the shift, hear the humans coming, just as I did.

The howls of the wolves outside turned frantic, higher-pitched—fear lacing through the night air. They knew, too. The Resistance soldiers were prepared for this. I heard the distant pop of grenades, the crack of more automatic gunfire, and the unmistakable roar of flamethrowers igniting the night.

A roar of flames burst outside the warehouse, lighting up the entire space as the fire licked up toward the sky. The wolves out there were caught in the crossfire, scrambling away from the inferno, their yelps of pain filling the night as the humans pressed forward.

Suddenly, the door to the warehouse flew open again, and this time it wasn’t wolves who entered—it was the humans.

The Resistance fighters stormed inside, their faces hard and cold, weapons drawn. There was no hesitation as they fired at the remaining wolves, mowing them down with ruthless efficiency. The sound of the gunfire was deafening, bullets ricocheting off the concrete floor as the remaining wolves tried to make a last stand, snarling and lunging toward the soldiers. But it was no use. They were outnumbered and outgunned.

Kendra tensed beside me, her muscles coiled, ready for another fight. One wolf barely managed to reach the Resistance line before a blast from a shotgun sent it crashing to the floor, blood splattering across the walls.

“Kendra,” I called again, struggling against the chains that bound me. “Get down! They’ll shoot anything that moves!”

She turned her head toward me, her glowing green eyes wild, still caught in the primal rush of the battle. Her fur was matted with blood—both hers and her enemies’—and her breath came in heavy pants, but I could see the understanding in her eyes. Then before I could say anything more, one of the Resistance fighters spotted her.

“There’s another one!” a voice shouted, and I saw one of the soldiers raise his weapon, his rifle trained directly on Kendra.

“Wait!” I screamed, my voice cracking as I strained against the chains, trying to draw their attention. “Don’t shoot! It’s Kendra! She’s not one of them!”

The soldier hesitated, his finger hovering over the trigger, confusion flickering across his face as he looked between me and Kendra.

“She’s not—” I started to say, but then another voice cut me off.

“Hold your fire!” Captain Sorin’s voice rang out as she stepped into the warehouse, her cold, calculating gaze sweeping over the scene. Her eyes landed on Kendra, then flicked to me, chained up and helpless. “Stand down,” she ordered the soldier, who immediately lowered his weapon, though his eyes never left Kendra.

I let out a shaky breath, my body sagging against the chains, but my relief was short-lived.

Kendra growled low in her throat, her eyes locked on Sorin. The captain didn’t flinch, her hand resting casually on the holster at her hip, though she didn’t draw her weapon.

“You’re not like them. But that doesn’t mean I trust you,” she said, her voice cold and detached.

I struggled against my chains, my voice hoarse as I spoke. “She’s my mate, Sorin. She’s not a threat.”

Sorin glanced at me, her expression unreadable. “That remains to be seen.”

Kendra, still in her wolf form, growled again, her eyes gleaming with distrust as she glanced between me and Sorin.

“Sorin, please,” I said, my voice strained. “Let me out of these chains. I can calm her down.”

Sorin raised an eyebrow, clearly weighing her options. She stared at Kendra for a long moment, then turned to one of her soldiers.

“Get the key to his chains,” she ordered, before turning back to me. “But know this, Blackwood—if you so much as try anything, we’ll put you both down like we did with the rest.”

I nodded, feeling a surge of relief as one of the soldiers hurried to unlock the chains binding my wrists and ankles. My muscles ached as I stood, the weight of the chains finally gone, but I kept my focus on Kendra.

I stepped toward her slowly, my hands raised in a gesture of peace. “It’s okay,” I whispered, my voice low and soothing. “It’s over. We don’t need to fight anymore.”

I knelt beside Kendra, my fingers threading through her black fur, feeling the heat radiating off her body. Her muscles were still tense, her eyes glowing with the remnants of the battle as she glanced warily at the Resistance soldiers surrounding us. She was still on edge, stuck in her wolf form, the animal instincts holding her in their grip.

“Kendra,” I whispered, keeping my voice low and soothing, like I was coaxing her out of a nightmare. “It’s over. You’re safe now.”

She let out a low growl, but it wasn’t directed at me. It was a sound of frustration, of confusion. Her wolf form wasn’t releasing its hold on her as easily as I had hoped, and I could sense her struggle, feel her tension as she fought to understand what was happening. She was stuck, caught between the human she was and the wolf she had become, and I knew I had to help her shift back. Not yet. Not now.

But very soon.

The scent of her agitation clung to the air around us, thick and heavy, and as much as I tried to calm her, I could feel the bond between us pulling tighter. She needed me, needed something primal.

She needed to yield.

To be made to yield.

Sorin stepped closer, her cold, calculating eyes narrowing as she studied us. Her gaze flicked to Kendra, her lips pressed into a thin line.

“She’s not shifting back,” she observed, her tone pointed.

I shook my head, keeping my hand on Kendra’s neck, trying to keep her calm. “She’s still new to this. The shift can be hard to control at first.”

Sorin’s eyes flicked between the two of us, then she crossed her arms, her expression unreadable.

“I’ve got questions,” she said, her voice hard. “The wolves. They weren’t just hunting us—they were after you too. Why?”

I glanced at Kendra, who was still trembling slightly beneath my touch, her green eyes locked on mine, before I looked back up at Sorin.

“They’re after me,” I said, my voice steady despite the storm brewing inside me. “You already know the reasons why, that they refer to me as Patient Zero. They want to use me.”

Sorin raised an eyebrow, but she didn’t interrupt.

“And now her too,” I continued.

Sorin’s face remained impassive, but I could see the flicker of interest in her eyes.

“Kendra,” I said softly, glancing down at her again. “I rescued her from one of their breeding facilities. She was taken, just like so many others. They took me too because they want my bloodline. My offspring would carry the gene for long life. That’s what they’re after. They want to create more wolves like me—ones who don’t age, ones who can live for centuries. Since I’ve already mated her, they want her too. They want her for the potential that’s already in her womb.”

The tension in the air thickened as Sorin considered my words. She studied me for a long moment, her expression hard to read, but I could see the wheels turning in her head. This wasn’t just a random attack to her anymore. It had been personal, and now, the story I was telling her—our story—was starting to make sense.

“So, you’re saying that all of this—this fight, this slaughter—was about you and her?” Sorin asked, her eyes flicking to Kendra again.

I nodded. “Yes. We’ve been on the run ever since I got her out. The wolves won’t stop until they get what they want.”

Sorin stared at me, her lips pressed together in a thin line, and I could see the doubt still lingering in her eyes. She didn’t fully trust me—why would she—but the attack had shaken her enough to make her consider the possibility that there was more at play than she had originally thought.

The quiet between us was broken by another low growl from Kendra. I could feel her trembling beneath my hands, the frustration of being trapped in her wolf form growing by the second. She was stuck, unable to shift back, and I could sense what she needed. Her instincts were screaming for her alpha to put her in her place.

Sorin’s eyes narrowed as she looked between us. “What’s wrong with her?”

“She’s struggling with the shift,” I explained, trying to keep my voice calm. “It’s new for her, and it’s… complicated.”

But it was more than that. I could feel the heat of her need through the bond, the way her body was tense and coiled, waiting for me to take control, to help her. But I couldn’t do that here. Not in front of the Resistance.

“She needs time,” I added quickly, glancing at Sorin. “She’ll calm down.”

Sorin studied us for a long moment, then finally nodded. “Fine. But if she loses control, we’ll put her down, just like the others.”

The coldness in her voice made my stomach twist, but I didn’t let it show. Instead, I turned my full attention back to Kendra, my hand resting gently on her neck, soothing her as best I could.

“It’s okay,” I whispered, leaning close to her ear. “I’ve got you. I’ll help you through this.”

Her green eyes flickered with confusion and desperation, and I knew she needed more than just words.

I needed to make her yield. Now.

There wasn’t time to wait for privacy. The humans watched us, guns ready if she lost control, but I couldn’t let them see her as a threat. She needed to surrender to me, to remember her place beside me—as my mate.

I straightened up slightly, my voice firm as I spoke, directing it to her. “Kendra, look at me.”

Her glowing green eyes snapped to mine, wide and filled with confusion, but there was a flicker of recognition there too. I could sense it, the tug of the bond pulling her to me, even as her wolf instincts resisted.

“Kendra,” I said again, my voice low and commanding, filled with the authority of the alpha I was. “Submit.”

She hesitated, her muscles trembling as the instinct to fight warred with the bond we shared. I could see it in the tension of her body, the way she crouched, uncertain, her hackles raised. But her wolf needed to remember who I was—who we were to each other.

I moved toward her, slow and deliberate, my hand still resting against the back of her neck.

“You’re mine,” I growled softly, leaning close so she could feel the heat of my breath against her fur. “Now yield.”

She resisted, a low growl rumbling in her throat, her body still coiled tight.

I needed more. I needed my own wolf. It was finally time to let it go free.

The drug that had locked me down, kept me weak, was no match for the raw, primal energy coursing through my veins right now. It had held me back for too long, suppressing the shift, caging the wolf within. But now, with Kendra in front of me, trembling, struggling to find her place in this new world, my blood roared to life, burning through the chemical restraints with a vengeance.

The fire spread through my limbs, through my muscles, and I felt my body begin to change. My bones cracked and my skin rippled as fur began to sprout along my arms and legs. The shift came faster than it ever had before, like the wolf inside me had been waiting for this moment—waiting for me to take control. And now, there was nothing holding me back.

Kendra’s eyes widened. She let out a low growl, instinctively challenging the authority she knew was mine. The wolf in her was strong, but she was still new to this. She needed guidance.

She needed to remember her place.

My bones realigned with a painful snap, my muscles expanding as my form twisted and stretched. I let out a deep, guttural snarl as the transformation completed itself, my vision sharpening, my senses exploding as I became the wolf. I towered over her now, my fur dark and bristling, every inch of me thrumming with power.

Her growl deepened, her eyes narrowing as she prepared to fight me. But this wasn’t a fight she could win. She might be a powerful wolf, but I was her alpha.

Without hesitation, I lunged forward, my massive body moving with brutal speed. I didn’t give her a chance to react, didn’t give her time to think. I knocked her down with a force that sent her skidding across the concrete floor, her body rolling before she scrambled to her feet, her chest heaving with a mix of fear and confusion.

She let out another growl, her teeth bared as she braced herself for another attack. But this wasn’t a battle. This was dominance. She needed to know that I was in control.

She was going to yield. I was going to make her.

I charged again, my movements precise, calculated. I didn’t aim to hurt her—I aimed to break through her resistance, to demand her surrender. She tried to snap at me, but I was faster, my jaws closing around the back of her neck, teeth pressing against her fur with enough force to hold her in place, but not enough to break the skin.

I growled low and deep, the sound vibrating through her body as I pressed her down, forcing her to submit. She struggled beneath me, her growls becoming more frantic, more desperate. But I didn’t let go. I couldn’t. She needed this, and I was the only one who could make her do it.

I felt her body tremble beneath mine, her growls turning into soft whines as the fight slowly drained out of her. Her muscles tensed for a moment longer, and then—finally—she gave in. She sank to the floor, her body going limp beneath my grip, her head lowering in submission.

But it wasn’t enough.

I released her neck, only to push her again, forcing her onto her back, making her expose her vulnerable belly to me. She whimpered softly, her glittering eyes locking onto mine as she rolled over, baring herself fully in a gesture of absolute surrender.

I stood over her, my massive paws on either side of her, my breath coming in heavy, ragged bursts. The wolf inside me howled with satisfaction, with triumph. She had yielded completely.

I lowered my head, my nose brushing against her exposed stomach, inhaling her scent, feeling the connection between us pulse stronger than ever. She was mine, and I was hers. The bond between us solidified in that moment, as primal and ancient as the wolves we had become.

Kendra’s body relaxed further, the tension that had gripped her melting away as she accepted what she was, what we were together. I could feel her wolf quieting, the need to fight fading as she settled into the bond, her trust in me undeniable.

She was calm now, her breathing steady. I stepped back, giving her the space to stand. She rose slowly, her body still trembling slightly, but the fear was gone. She was in control now—because she trusted me to lead her.

I shifted back into my human form, the change smoother this time, less painful. The fire that had burned through me had done its job, leaving me clearheaded and steady.

Kendra watched me, her green eyes still glowing faintly, and then—slowly—she began to shift back, too. Her bones snapped, her fur receded, and in moments, she was human again, her naked body trembling in the cool air of the warehouse.

I knelt beside her, pulling her into my arms, my heart pounding with a mixture of relief and pride. Her skin was warm, almost feverish, and I could feel the rapid beat of her pulse against my chest.

“Good girl,” I whispered, pressing a kiss to the top of her head.

She lifted her head slowly, her eyes meeting mine, and I saw it there: the hunger, the need that pulsed just beneath the surface. The shift had changed her, left her raw and vulnerable, but also awakened something inside her. She wasn’t just calm now—she was needy. Desperate for touch, for connection.

She needed to be mated.

And it needed to be now .

The bond between us pulsed, thick with heat and tension. I could feel her arousal radiating from her in waves, every inch of her skin electric under my touch. She clung to me, her fingers digging into my arms, her breath quickening as she leaned in, her lips brushing my neck.

“Rowan,” she whispered, her voice thick with desire, a soft, pleading edge to it. “I need…”

Her words trailed off, but I didn’t need her to finish. I could feel exactly what she needed, her body trembling with the overwhelming intensity of it. The wolf inside her had submitted, but the woman—my mate—was craving something more .

My own blood surged in response, my body reacting to her closeness, the warmth of her skin against mine, the unmistakable scent of her arousal filling the air. The shift had left me just as raw, just as hungry, and the bond between us was throbbing with need, binding us tighter together with every heartbeat.

I leaned down, my lips brushing against her ear as I whispered, “You need my cock, mate, don’t you?”

She let out a soft moan, her nails digging into my back as she pressed herself even closer, her body arching against me. I could feel the heat of her need, the way she trembled under my touch, desperate for more. Her fingers curled into the fabric of my shirt, pulling me toward her, as if she couldn’t bear to be separated from me for even a second.

I pulled her closer, my lips finding hers in a hungry, demanding kiss. She moaned into my mouth, her body melting into mine as her hands roamed over my back, her fingers tracing the lines of my muscles. I knew that nothing else mattered right now—nothing but her.

“My sweet mate,” I growled against her lips, my voice rough with desire. “I’m going to give you what you need.”

She whimpered, her eyes half-lidded with lust as she looked up at me, trembling with anticipation.

“Please,” she whispered, her voice barely more than a breath. “I need you, Rowan. Now.”

Her words sent a surge of heat through me, the raw desire in her voice igniting something deep inside me. The wolf within me, always close to the surface, growled in approval, urging me to claim her fully, to satisfy the need that burned between us.

But we weren’t alone.

The Resistance soldiers lingered, watching us with tense, wary eyes. I could feel their suspicion, their discomfort with what was happening between Kendra and me. And Sorin—she stood at a distance, arms crossed, her cutting gaze never leaving us. She didn’t understand what was happening, couldn’t comprehend the depth of the bond we shared. To her, it was still a threat, something she thought she could control.

But I wasn’t about to let anyone interfere. Not now. Not with us.

I turned my head to face Captain Sorin. My eyes met hers, and I felt the tension in the air thicken, the weight of the moment pressing down on everyone in the room.

“This is happening,” I growled, my voice low and filled with authority. “Whether you like it or not.”

Sorin’s expression didn’t falter, but I could see the flicker of something in her eyes—uncertainty, maybe, or a hint of understanding. But she wasn’t going to back down easily. I could feel the defiance in her stance, the way her soldiers shifted uncomfortably behind her.

“This bond between us,” I continued, my voice hardening, “it’s not something you can control. It’s not something you can stop. Kendra is mine, and I’m hers. That’s how it is. You can stay and watch, or you can leave.”

Sorin narrowed her eyes, glancing between the two of us, her jaw clenched. She didn’t like losing control. She didn’t like not having the upper hand. But this wasn’t a negotiation. This wasn’t something she could dictate.

For a long moment, there was silence. The air crackled with tension, the quiet broken only by the distant sounds of the soldiers shuffling on their feet, unsure what to do next.

Finally, Sorin spoke, her voice clipped but calm. “We don’t need to be here for this.” She turned quickly, signaling to her men. “Let’s go.”

The soldiers hesitated for a moment, still casting uneasy glances in our direction, but when Sorin shot them a hard look, they fell in line, following her out of the warehouse without another word. The door shut behind them with a heavy thud, leaving Kendra and me alone in the silence.

I let out a slow breath, turning my attention back to Kendra, who looked up at me with wide, needy eyes. Her body was pressed close to mine, her breath warm against my skin, and the tension between us was thick, almost unbearable.

“They’re gone,” I murmured, my voice rough with desire. “It’s just us now.”

She let out a soft moan, her fingers curling into my shirt as she pulled me closer, her lips brushing against my neck. “Then don’t make me wait any longer.”

I pulled her onto my lap, her legs straddling me as she wrapped her arms around my neck. The warmth of her skin, the feel of her soft curves against me, was almost too much to bear. I kissed her again, harder this time, my hands roaming over her back, her hips, pulling her closer, desperate to feel every inch of her.

I had made Kendra yield to me as a wolf.

It was time to force her to surrender to me as my human mate.

I didn’t hesitate. I wrapped my hands around her waist, flipped her over on her hands and knees, and lined up my cock with her sopping wet pussy.

Then I thrust inside of her with one hard stroke.

Her entire body stiffened, but I didn’t give her even a moment to recover. Instead, I drove into her again, her viselike pussy gripping my cock so firmly that it would have driven a lesser man insane.

But not me.

No. I was going to break her.

She was on all fours as her hips bucked back against me. Her moans of pleasure and pain were the perfect accompaniment to my animalistic grunts as I slammed my hips against her again and again, burying my cock deep inside her.

The sound of flesh slapping against flesh echoed through the empty warehouse, punctuated by the soft moans and cries of pleasure spilling from her.

Kendra gasped for breath as her hands clutched the concrete floor, her nails scraping. Her back arched, her body shaking as I sank as deeply into her as I could, her hair a tangled mess that framed her face as her lips parted.

I reached down, grabbed her wrists, and forced them behind her back, holding them tight as I began fucking her like an animal.

With each stroke, she cried out in a mixture of pleasure and pain, the sounds mingling with her ragged breaths as she begged for more. Her screams quickly turned into howls, but I didn’t slow down. I couldn’t. I was lost in her, in the heat of her body, the smell of her sex.

Her legs started to quiver, and I knew she was close, but I wasn’t ready to let her come yet. Instead, I pulled her up, my arm wrapping around her chest, her back against my front.

She shuddered as my hand slid up her torso, over her breasts, and came to rest around her throat. I squeezed and she snarled back at me, which just made me grip her pretty little throat even tighter.

Kendra’s pussy contracted around me, and her howl of pleasure became a scream as her body convulsed and her orgasm finally hit her.

Her scream echoed through the warehouse, followed by the guttural roar of pleasure that erupted from my own lips.

I spun her around and shoved her onto her back. I gripped her thighs, spreading them apart, and then I thrust back inside her.

She was slick and ready, and I plunged deeper with each stroke. She wrapped her legs around me, her nails digging into my back as I rode her hard, her body still shaking and shivering with the intensity of her orgasm.

“More,” she gasped, her voice a hoarse whisper.

“That’s it, mate. Take my cock in that sweet cunt like a good little wolf. Let me hear you howl as you come for me,” I growled.

And with that, I was slamming into her again, pounding her harder and faster than before. She writhed beneath me, her hips bucking and her body quivering, but I didn’t let up. The fire inside me had been stoked, and it would not be extinguished until I was finished.

Until I decided that I was through with her.

“Rowan,” she gasped, her eyes wild, her lips parted.

“Who’s your alpha?” I demanded, my voice a low growl.

“Fuck,” she breathed, her body arching beneath me.

“Say it,” I repeated, my voice harsh and commanding.

She hesitated for a moment, her gaze locked on mine, before finally giving in.

“You,” she gasped, her eyes wide and unfocused. “You’re my alpha.”

I growled, my lips curling into a feral grin, and then I was lost in her, consumed by the pleasure of our bodies joined together. She howled as another orgasm hit her, and this time, I was right behind her, my own climax tearing through me like a wildfire.

I roared her name as my release crashed over me, drowning out her cries of ecstasy, the world around us disappearing until there was nothing but the two of us and the raw, primal energy that bound us together.

Pleasure surged from the base of my spine straight up through my cock. My seed burst into her tight channel, filling her up with every blazing hot drop.

Kendra screamed, her back arching, her body writhing and thrashing as she rode out her own release. It was powerful and explosive, and it seemed to go on forever, the two of us locked in an endless loop of ecstasy, our bodies entwined and our hearts beating as one.

I collapsed on top of her, my chest heaving, my body slick with sweat. She clung to me, her fingers digging into my skin, her breath coming in short, ragged gasps.

“Make sure you never forget who your alpha is, little wolf, because next time I won’t hesitate to fuck your ass instead of your sweet needy pussy, and I promise I won’t be gentle,” I growled.

“Yes, alpha,” she whimpered, and I thrust one more time, hard , to make sure she wouldn’t forget it.

Our bodies were still trembling when I rolled off her, my arm wrapping around her waist, pulling her against me. I could feel the bond between us pulsing, stronger than ever, the connection between us solidifying even more with each passing moment.

My fingers found her ass and squeezed it hard. She yelped, but I just squeezed it harder, smiling against the side of her head as I did it.

“That’s my good girl.”