A moan wrenched from my throat as my balls drew tight.
“Fuck,” I hissed and dragged the pillow laying to the side over my cock before thrusting into the cotton. My release was swift and hard as I tugged my cock and coated the pillow in my cum.
My hips dropped and I placed the pillow to the side, the glint of my release shining in the minimal light coming through the shades of the room.
I liked the idea of her smeared in my cum—sleeping in it.
My cock throbbed at the thought, and I gritted my teeth, shoving it into my jeans and zipping up. Fuck. I needed to dispose of the pillowcase.
I groaned and tipped my head back. I’d reached a new low, but I couldn’t help it. She enthralled me in every way.
After that altering night, she pushed me away. She was lucky Torrin took me with him on a month long visit with an allied pack because it was the only way she got away with ignoring me. We were gone for her birthday, and I wasn’t here for her when she discovered she wouldn’t be able to shift. I expected tears,something, but she hadn’t seemed affected, which I was thankful for. As long as she was okay, that was all that mattered.
Yet, Torrin gripped onto that with two hands, claiming it was impossible for him to permithisson to mate a defective. I sneered. He didn’t permit it and his word was law. At the time, I had no choice but to acquiesce to his dominance. Taking her away from here was the only option, but when I’d prodded her about leaving the pack, she said she couldn’t leave her father alone... which meant I was stuck. That, combined with Torrin’s order, left me with little choice but to wait. He took advantage and sent me all over the world, visiting various packs on his behalf.
I was at my breaking point two years after I shifted, then my wolf rebelled against one of Torrin’s orders. That day I knew—I would be an Alpha dominant enough to take Torrin’s place and as soon as he saw, he began training me in earnest to take over for the time I would be stronger than him. Stepping down was a tactic many pack Alphas did to keep the peace within the pack. Especially when it was within the family line.
But after the discovery, my already extensive training worsened and took me away from Redwood Pack.
I didn’t see Will nearly as much as I needed to, but I counted the days each time up until I returned.
Soon. She would be mine soon.
I needed to remain steady. If I gave in slightly, I wouldn’t be able to help claiming her. Our joining was inevitable, I just needed to be patient. Just one more day and I would be Alpha.
When she looked at me, I saw her need, but she never failed to push me away, but as Alpha, I couldn’t be ordered and I’d have the time to win her over—because I would never claim a mate if it wasn’t her. I would make her mine and offer her every protection under the moon.
I would place her before the pack, even if that was frowned upon, and if they didn’t like it or tried anything to harm our relationship, I had no issues leaving with her.
I’d waited long enough and having her close, yet not making her mine was making me surlier by the day.
Earlier today, we’d blown the situation out of proportion. I’d spurred it on, but her retreat pissed me the fuck off, she should have known better. I’d not looked at another woman in the years we’d known each other, and I would never. I knew Willow was it for me.
I’d only gone to meet Meridith to get a reaction from Will. After a moment long enough for word to spread, I was going to inform her that Torrin’s promises were baseless and go to Willow. Then Meridith texted me the new location she wanted to meet, and I’d replied to meet me elsewhere, but she hadn’t responded. I’d gone in person to tell her we needed to leave, but before I could get the words out, Willow had stormed up and had a fit. But I never intended to meet with Meridith there. That was crossing the line. I wanted Willow angry enough to claim I was hers, not to use it to push me away.
I shouldn’t have lost my temper with Willow earlier, but my frustration was at a pinnacle.
“I release you from the burden...”The phrase had bounced around my head since she’d said it. What had Willow meant by that? Just like when she first signed the words at me, it infuriated me.
That was another thing I wanted to ask her about when she got home.
I frowned and fished my cell phone out. It was already well past the time she was usually home. And there was no text from her informing me she’d be late. She was usually stubborn, but she was pushing it.
We’d fought before, but it never stuck for long, which meant she should have already contacted me.
My chest constricted.
The device vibrated in my hand, and it was at my ear within the beat.
“Willow,” I barked.
Silence and then, “No, it’s me, son.”
I grunted and looked at the screen. Britt’s name was emblazoned across the top.
The voice filtered through the speaker as I lifted the phone back to my ear.
“Have you spoken to Willow?”
