The Gothic Mansion

Raye's heavy paws pounded on the ground, flashes of wolves running through the forest with growls and threatening bounced on each tree. Raye was hurt, angry bleeding scars clawed at his back, and he had lost the others in the chase. While looking for his pack, they stumbled into other packs' territory, and the massive pack ambushed the group. 

A clearing came into view and a sigh of relief fell on the wolf's face, but the Alpha, Beta, and Delta appeared in front of the black wolf. They were much smaller than Raye, coated in brown fur, but Raye's coat was pitch black, with highlights of blue fur and glowing blue eyes. He knew he could take them down, but he would rather not leave their pack Alpha's less, knowing the struggles himself. 

— Back off, Alpha, you don't know what you're doing - Ralf growled at the Alpha, but all he got back was a smug laugh from the three wolves.

The three grew near. "We should listen to you, a rogue rut, who is clearly out numbered," they growled, closing in. 

A deep growl moved through Raye's stomach -I am Raymond, Alpha of The Moonstone pack - Ralf's voice boomed through the forest, causing the three wolves to whimper -leave now or leave your pack Alphaless- the wolves ran off as if they were hurt. 

Once they were out of sight, Ralf fell to his side. His scars were throbbing, and his vision was blurry, which made him slowly shift back into his human form. Raye pulled himself off the ground and started his long walk to safety. Beads jiggled in his passion braids, blood dripping umber gold skin. A blue ring glowed around his eyes, and his full lips formed into a pout under his strong nose. A small hut sat nestled between tall trees and a scent floated in the air, coconut oil, tropical fruit and musky spice, but Raye shook it off; he needed health, not this distracting mist. 

Raye stumbled into the moss covered hut, his eyes scanning the room. The mixing table caught his eye and a sigh of relief that he found a witch's coven, but the place seemed abandoned. Chairs, crystals and dry plants thrown on the floor like a whirlwind swept in, leaving the place a mess. But potions on the shelf caught his eye. He stumbled over towards it, but the potions sat unlabeled. He started opening potion bottles and sniffing them, trying to find a familiar scent that will help him heal. But a familiar scent waffled to his nose. It was so strong it woke Ralf from his slumber. 

— that scent - his wolf growled and Raye moved to the bed that sat against the further wall -it's getting stronger- Raye picked up a pillow between his big hands and squeezed it. The scent erupted around him. 

Raye closed his eyes, taking in the alluring scent when the smell grew. He lifted his head as he sniffed the air, and it led to the door. He turned to the door where his mate stood. Her eyes dilated, but her eyebrows were lowered in concern and her lips purged confused. 

Ralf growls in Raye's ear -our mate - the wolf commanded like he wanted Raye to grab her. 

Raye watched his mate take a step back before whispering "Get out," goosebumps spouted on her arms as Raye's scent caught her. 

He stared at her with an intense glare. "I am hurt, you have to heal me" Raye's deep voice bounced across the beams in the hut. 

His mate summoned a dagger at her side, the sight caused an ache to flash across Raye's chest and Ralf whimpered "No, I don't. Get. Out." she said with her chest, lifting the dagger towards him.

But Raye took a step forward. "Don't" she pleaded. Her tough defense was crumbling. He smirked at the effect he had on her, and his mate grabbed the table at the sight of his croaked smile. 

He grinned deviously at the motion and stepped forward again, but she raised her weapon once more. "It's your obligation as a witch to heal the hurt and" Raye suddenly appeared in front of her. Their lips were a few centimeters apart, dagger at his neck "obligations as mine to care for me". He breathed in the last sentence into his mate's mouth, and she gasped. He stared down at her for a moment while a thick, deep lustful atmosphere formed around them. His mate squirmed under his glance. His fingers were itching to grab her by the waist and feel how tight her jeans clung to her skin. But just as they could give into their lust, Raye's eyes rolled to the back of his head and stumbled to the ground. 

....

Raye's vision was blurry as a dark voice kept shaking him awake. He growled at the voice in his head before looking about the room when his eyes landed on his mate. She stood over a cauldron, sweat forming on her forehead and a confused look on her face. Her lips were twisted, and her hands sat on her shapely hips, strains of hair fell into her face, which made Ralf go wild at the sight. Raye stared at his mate, trying to move towards her, but realized he was chained to the bed but in a sitting position against the headboard. Ralf was beyond done with the situation, but Raye quieted him down. 

"How would you know?" Raye heard her utter, he lifted his head to watch it "it's two tablespoons of mixed spice" she said to a glass ball before staring at the cauldron "I know what put in there" she crossed her arms. 

"She is talking to herself," Raye whispered to Ralf, who growled at me. 

— she is perfect, I want her - Ralf sighs at her behavior while Raye rolls his eyes at his wolf's response. 

"Easy." Raye watched her move across the kitchen towards the window. She stood on her toes, which lifted her ass and Ralf howled in his ear, "we have to be patient and have understanding," but the wolf cut him off.

— Patient and Understanding- he barked -with that ass - Ralf pleaded as Raye rolled his eyes while a form of sorrow settled in our chest sorry- the wolf whispered in the softest voice -it's been a long time since we had some warmth- Raye knew what he meant, he felt it. Ever since Lita left with the pack, it has been a lonely, cold road. Raye will never forgive her for what she did, but he misses her. 

"It's not because of him" she stressed as she threw herbs into the cauldron "he is not a distraction, he is just an impediment in our way, but we will get rid of him" she whispered the last part to the ball while she made a flicking movement with her hand "what do you mean I whispered too loud, it's a whisper" She over-pronounced the last part which made her full lips blossom and Raye's member stiffen "what do you mean he is awake?" She looked right into Raye's eyes as he nodded his head toward her. 

"Chains, please say you have a whip," Raye teased as she just stared at him before moving behind the mixing table. 

"You are awake" he watched her move towards a cabinet. "Don't move" she moved towards him slowly as if Raye were an animal who hurt his paw. "You are hurt," she said slowly. 

"Fuck really" Raye gasped sarcastically "and the first thing you thought to do is tie me up" he shook his head from side to side as my wolf voice up -why are you starting fights with our mate- Ralf growled while Raye forceful pushed him away.

"You were stealing my shit," she accused, gesturing to her shelves, which had different potions and elixirs. 

Raye sat as forward as he could "because I was hurt" Ralf was getting furious at the tone I was using with her -stop- he began to rumble at the back of his mind, shaking Raye's body. 

She crossed her hands. "That doesn't mean you can steal my shit" she cocked her hips to the side. "You don't know my shit, you could have turned yourself into a toad," she suggested towards the werewolf. 

"Then label them!!" Raye shouted as she began to pace back and forth. 

"Maybe don't steal my shit!!" she yelled back as Ralf shook within him. "Oh my god, you people are insufferable" she pinched the bridge of her nose.

"You people!!" Raye argued as she nodded her head frantically. 

"Yea, YOU people!!" She moved towards Raye while a loud argument formed between them. The sexual tension boiled against them as we went back and forth, and Raye's wolf couldn't stand the friction. 

Suddenly, Raye's vision clouded, and before he could stop the beast. Ralf took over and broke through the black chains, which re-linked itself. And formed into a snake-like manner before disappearing under the bed -Stop- a roar sounded in the dusty hut as Raye was pushed back in his mind, watching the little witch's face flush. 

She raised her arms. "Stop, you going to rip the stitches" her attitude turned from flushed to concerned in the blink of an eye. 

She rushed to Raye's side, her little fingers caressing the bandages on his arm. Ralf's breath became heavy and harbored. She lifted the bandages, looking to see if the stitches had ripped. When her scent took them surprised because when they first arrived at this hut. It was faint like a memory, but now it was heavy, the mixture of coconut oils, sweet tropical fruit which made their mouths water. While a burned spicy wood only made an intense feeling flip in the pit of their stomach. He grabbed her waist, carrying towards the bed in a gust of wind; he placed himself between her legs, which clamped against his legs. 

We were centimeters apart. Her scent was driving them crazy. "Don't" she whimpered. They grabbed her arms and pinned above her head, causing her body to arch against the werewolf. "Please" she pleaded.

Ralf took a step back in our mind, but as the switch happened, the little witch blew some shit into their face. Raye's vision began to blur, and he fell face-first into her breast.