3. Williem

Chapter 3

Williem

"Two on your six Lake" I mumble under my breath, confident that my sentinel can hear me regardless.

"I can see them boss," Lake reports.

"Me too. Approaching them now" Judd rejoins, and I immediately leap off the branch I'm perched on, intent on diving right into the fray and killing these rogues.

I pivot sharply as I land, unsheathing the sword strapped to my back, dodging a wild swipe of claws and taking out the nearest rogue in one fluid move.

I swipe back with my claws fully extended, I want to cause as much damage as I could, and by the howl and whimper it let out as I took out an eye, I knew I had done so.

I end its life by skewering it through its lower jaw with an underhand thrust, quickly moving on to the next beast.

I want to kill as many as I could if that would take my mind off its current occupant. Angelina.

Unbidden, images of our last encounter flood my mind. Kissing Angelina in the living room had shocked me. Not because it happened, but because my wolf had not objected to it, and had instead tried to initiate the marking.

A ritual that should be reserved only for my mate.

The extent to which I hungered for her alarms me, and I know deep down that just getting a taste of her wasn't enough. If anything, it had just whetted my desire, completely undoing whatever resolve I had hoped to muster, and leaving me wanting her even more.

Avoiding her after that encounter isn't so hard. She did her best to avoid me as much as I did her and it kills me to have her feel that way. The hardest part was mustering the strength to stay away and ignore all my strong desires not to.

To help with staying away from her, I had taken up far more shifts patrolling the perimeter and hunting for rogues than I really needed to, it wasn't pleasant but at least it helps me keep my mind off the delectable woman in the room next to mine.

Usually, I had a lot of things to attend to as the alpha of the Riviera pack. I am primarily responsible for the safety of my people and that means keeping them safe from both rogues, and humans.

It is my responsibility, and taking a higher share of it would never be a burden, it appealed to my protective instincts.

Also, if I am hunting these rogues, there would be far less of them to ever come after Angelina.

"Fuck" I groan, frustrated by my inability to keep my mind off her.

I refocus my attention on the mindless beasts, wanting this to be over as soon as possible.

With the help of my men it is soon over, but I am still as perturbed and unsatisfied as I was before this battle. I guess my frustration is both visibly etched on my face and ringing through our pack bond, because my men inquire as to the state of my mind.

"Everything okay Will?" Lake asks, genuine concern showing on his face.

"You've seemed a bit out of it lately to be honest, but it wasn't anything life-threatening so I thought I'd just wait for you to say something." Judd finishes.

I could hide a lot from many people, just not my sentinels. Even if I didn't say anything, the pack bond was stronger with my sentinels and so they have a mental equivalent of a finger on my mind's pulse.

The pack bond might help us communicate when in our wolf forms, but it meant sacrificing some amount of our privacy.

"I don't know man. I feel like I'm losing control of myself. And my wolf, he doesn't seem to care" I mutter, tired of the endless battle I keep fighting with myself. Maybe they can help.

"I can't say I know what you're dealing with, and I'm not sure you'll divulge even if I asked, but all I'll say is this, the wolf is more in tune with Sie'f Lun than the man is.

If he isn't bothered, then maybe it's worth considering the opinion that you shouldn't be either" Judd opines in the paternal tone he always seemed to adopt, regardless of who he was talking to.

Expectedly, Lake has to throw in his two cents. Possessing the ability to make jokes about serious things, while still addressing the truth, he's an invaluable friend. "Unlike my old wise man here, I am ready to bet a thousand bucks that this is about Angelina, and I think if the wolf wants to do the ugly smugly with her, then you shouldn't be fighting him on that. He's a very wise wolf, I don't know how he got a human like you." He declares, throwing all of us into much needed laughter.

I knew I needed to think more about all this, but later.

We soon conclude the disposal of the bodies, and head back. Judd to his mate, Lake to his brothers, and me, to Angelina.

Returning from this successful hunt had left me exhausted and needing a hot bath. I strip with military efficiency and precision; something drilled into me by years of training, making my way to the shower to scrub off all the dirt and blood on my skin.

Reveling in the warm cascade of water feels heavenly and helps me relax.

All the tension that had previously left my body returns instantly the moment I hear her.

The walls of my house are made of hewn stone but to a lycan they are as useful as wrapping paper when it comes to stopping sounds from traveling.

Like always, I hear Angelina long before I smell or see her. I hear her bedsheets rustle as she moves around and the fact that she is awake captures all my attention. Without deciding, I stop moving.

Then I hear it.

Angelina moans, in what is undeniably arousal. Her first moan is soon followed by another, before finally a shlick reaches my ear.

I am immediately rock hard. Stepping out of the shower, I turn it off right then, contemplating putting on a fresh set of clothes and making my way out of my room to meet her, but I don't.

Instead I turn the shower back on, but with my attention fixed on her, I still hear her as clear as day.

Groaning in defeat and arousal, I fist my length and step back under the cold spray. I hear Angelina get louder and louder as she approaches her orgasm. Her moans come more often and I increase the pace with which I tug at my cock.

"Oh God…. Yes!"

The slicks get louder and with a cry, she violently cums, thrashing as she does so.

"Williem"

I froze for a second, and then I realized she called out my name as she came. My name. Not anyone else's. Mine! The thought pushed me over the end, and I exploded.

"Angelina!" I groan out as spurt after spurt of my cum splashes on the wall in front of me.

Feeling drained, I head to bed, knowing sleep might come easy, but I'd have to deal with this in the coming days.