My Mate Alpha Lennard

We walked through the trees until he stopped. He turned around and transformed. I followed suit and was shocked. It was Alpha Lennard who was infamous. I often heard stories about him. He tore several wolves apart himself, and his wolf had therefore become known to be partially uncontrollable. But of course the color was unknown to the wolf. Really great! "What's your name?" he asked me. His voice sounded rough and deep, but I don't think that was a bad thing.

Anna," I replied. "I am the Alpha of the Blackmoon Pack. My name is Lennard," he replied. "You smell tempting. Roses, earth and birch," he said to me, coming close to my neck. I arched my neck to give him better access. I longed for my mate's bite. Maybe life would finally be kind to me. I thought briefly about the bullying attacks and shuddered briefly. "Are you cold?" "No, everything's fine," I sighed.

He continued to sniff my neck and gently touched me there with his fingertips. "I'm going to bite you right now. Then you're mine." he said, making me moan. I didn't want anything more. Then I felt the tips of his fangs and then he bit down. I automatically clung to his muscles, convulsing. It hurt terribly, but I had to get through it. He pulled them out again and I almost wished they were still in there because now pure pleasure and excitement flowed through me.

He now let go of me. I also knew why. We had to perform the mating ritual the next day and were not allowed to have sex beforehand.