Tension

As I walk behind my mate, I can't help but notice her figure, accentuated by the little yellow dress she's wearing. Normally, I respect females, I mean our patron deity, is the moon Goddess, and influenced by my godmother, the strongest wolf I've ever encountered. But right now, all I can focus on is the tempting sway of her hips. I've always prided myself on not being one of those one-track-mind wolves willing to do anything for a skirt. Yet here I am, struggling to maintain composure around my own mate. Look at that they jiggle. I bet they would too when I subject them to my palm.

I steal a glance at her chaotic mane of red hair, so vibrant and captivating. The urge to run my hands through it is almost overwhelming. But before I can act on the impulse, a voice breaks through my thoughts.

"Oh my, is it true that Alpha Prime wolves are large and black like this statue?" the voice asks, pulling my attention away. I force myself to cool my head, clearing my throat before responding.

"Yes, my fur is black," I reply, turning to see the speaker standing before me, looking at me with a suggestive gaze. My breath catches in my throat.

"Your eyes, they are golden. I don't know why I didn't think of it, only the Alpha Prime is said to have eyes of such a pretty color," she says, her voice like honey dripping from her lips, laced with a subtle hint of desire.

Her words send a shiver down my spine, but I force myself to maintain composure. Despite the cool facade I present, every fiber of my being is on edge, yearning for her touch. Her proximity is intoxicating, her scent filling my senses and clouding my thoughts.

Her breasts are right there in my line of sight, a tantalizing distraction that threatens to unravel my self-control. I swallow hard, willing myself to focus, but the magnetic pull she exerts is undeniable.

I take a step back, desperate for some air, but before I can regain my bearings, she trips, her delicate form teetering on the edge of balance. Instinctively, I reach out to steady her, my hand brushing against her soft skin, sending a jolt of electricity through me. Goddess is this some kind of test?

Her green eyes sparkle with mischief and lust, a mesmerizing blend of desire and defiance that ignites a primal hunger within me. Each flicker of those emerald orbs draws me deeper into the swirling vortex of passion that envelops us both.

"Your whole existence is a test of my sanity," I growl, my voice thick with longing as I pull her closer, unable to resist the magnetic pull that draws us together. The heat radiating from her body sears through me, fueling the flames of desire that threaten to consume us both.

"Could be the whole fated thing," she murmurs, her breath hot against my skin as her hand traces a scorching path up my chest, leaving a trail of fire in its wake. Each caress sends shivers of pleasure coursing through me, igniting a primal need that demands to be sated.

"Could be. But had you not been my fated little flame, seeing you stand there covered in the blood of those rogue vampires - you would have been mine regardless," I confess, my voice a low, husky whisper as I drown in the depths of her gaze, lost in the intoxicating allure of her presence.

"Little flame? I don't know, I think you got the short end of the stick here, I'm not sweet and pliable. I like to pick fights," she retorts, her defiance only adding to the magnetic pull that draws me to her.

"Yes, Ember, like your name you're a little flame, unassuming yet capable of igniting a raging inferno. And while you may not be sweet, I have no doubt that your fire will leave a lingering sweetness on my lips. As for being pliable, well, I have a feeling you'll find yourself quite comfortable under my guidance," I respond, my words laced with a mixture of desire and determination as I surrender to the irresistible pull of fate that binds us together.

"It's been a day, I'm not so sweet when not muddled by desire, you know," she says, her voice a sultry whisper as she meets my gaze, her eyes smoldering with a fierce passion that mirrors my own.

"I'm counting on it. I don't think I'd like a pushover for a mate," I declare, my voice tinged with amusement as I lift her chin with my free hand, my gaze locking with hers in an unspoken challenge.

As I lean in for a kiss, she deftly twists out of my embrace, her movements fluid and graceful. In the blink of an eye, she transforms into a stunning wolf with vibrant red fur and piercing green eyes. The wolf stares back at me defiantly before darting away into the night, leaving me momentarily stunned by her sudden transformation.

A laugh escapes my lips at her unexpected maneuver. "Is she serious?" I muse aloud to no one in particular, my gaze drifting to the moon peeking out from behind the clouds. With a sense of exhilaration coursing through me, I shed my human form and embrace the freedom of my wolf form, heedless of the clothes that soon become tattered rags.

With a playful growl, I bound after my elusive mate, relishing the thrill of the chase as I pursue her through the moonlit forest.