11

Isabel arrived home to find Fernando and Dylan in the living room. Fernando’s eyes were glued to the TV while Dylan’s thoughts was obviously somewhere else. His head jerked up the moment she closed the door behind her. They gazed at each other for what felt like forever until Dylan tore his eyes away from her with a frown evident on his face. Isabel’s heart ached from Dylan’s action.

‘How does she make it up to her mate?’ she wondered as she made her way towards the sofa where her mate and cousin were both seated.

“Alpha” her cousin smiled, acknowledging her presence.

“Have you guys had dinner?” She quietly asked, taking a curious look at the dining area for any sign of dinner.

“Uh..” Fernando scratched the back of his neck to show his nervousness.

“Tell me what happened.” Isabel used the mind link instead, as she noticed her cousin’s hesitation.

“Alpha Dylan has refused to eat any food. He has been upset ever since he got back from the training ground.”

Isabel clenched her teeth, tilting her head to one side. Why was he making this difficult for her? As it is, she has a lot on her plate and can’t accommodate more.

“You can go now.” She dismissed her cousin.

Fernando said goodnight to Isabel and her mate before leaving their presence.

Isabel, who was waiting for her cousin to leave before starting any conversation with her mate turned her attention from the front door to the living room, only to find Dylan halfway up the stairs, making her feel more terrible. She chased after him, deciding not to give up easily. She caught up with him at the hallway and pinned him to the wall, with her hands trapping him on both sides.

Isabel didn’t give a damn that her mate was clearly taller and more built than her. All she wanted was for him to hear her out.

“What do you want me to say, huh?..,” she began, staring into his captivating blue eyes.

“You want me to say I’m sorry?”

At this point, Isabel was desperate. She was willing to do anything to make peace with her mate, as long as he would put an end to her misery.

“Sorry doesn’t cut it, Isabel.”

“Then what do you want me to do?!” She couldn’t hold back her frustration any longer. Sooner or later, her heat season will be at its worse.

“You’re my mate, Dylan. Do you think you can ignore me all your life?”

Dylan gulped at Isabel’s question. Being this close to his mate was already intoxicating, as he kept having the urge to kiss her. He has no idea how much longer he can stay mad at her, but he was willing to keep up with the act to make her suffer.

“If you think giving me an alpha title and beating your beta to a pulp will make me fall for your charms, then you guessed wrong.” Dylan shoved Isabel’s hands from off the wall and stormed off.

Isabel was too stunned to react or speak. Did her mate just disrespect her?

‘Calm down, Isabel. He is your mate.’ She held her breath and counted to ten, to suppress her rage. She can tolerate such disrespectful behavior from no one but her mate.

With that resolution, Isabel went into her bedroom.

It was 3:00am, the dead of the night. Isabel crawled out of bed completely soaked in her own sweat. The heat between her legs was too overwhelming. It made it impossible for her to go back to sleep. Her wolf needed to be mated by a male werewolf.

Trying to subdue her wolf’s desires have been the hardest thing Isabel has done over the years. The consequences of her actions are the immense pain she has to deal with. For Isabel, going to war against a million rogues was far better than this pain she was going through any day, anytime.

She crawled into the bathroom and turned on the shower, letting the cold water wash her pain away.

Twenty minutes under the shower, Isabel felt her heat slowly subside, so she lifted her weight from off the bathroom floor and rid herself of the wet nightie she was wearing. She took slow steps into her closet and changed into a fresh nightie. Looking at the time, she realized that she wasn’t going back to bed.

Isabel’s stomach rumbled, causing her to be aware of the fact that she had slept on an empty stomach. She exited her bedroom with the intention of getting something to eat, but suddenly stopped in front of Dylan’s room, wondering what he was doing at the moment.

Was he asleep or was he thinking about her?

“Let’s go find out.” Her wolf immediately suggested. Isabel rolled her eyes at the suggestion.

“Aren’t you supposed to be quiet?” She asked her wolf, who was supposed to be resting after the painful session they both went through some minutes ago.

She decided against going into Dylan’s bedroom like her wolf and her whole body was begging her to. She should preserve her dignity as an alpha, no matter how difficult it was.

Dylan was finding it hard to fall asleep after his encounter with Isabel. He couldn’t help but feel sorry for the way he treated her. She was an alpha and could probably have been under pressure from her pack members given the fact that their packs are rivals. But she admitted that she knew he was her mate long before now, why didn’t she use her position as an alpha then, like she’s doing now?

Did she have a relationship with her beta for pleasure or did she do it to help her during her heat?

He knew of female werewolves who couldn’t take the pain of heat even for two hours. Was she that sort of person?

All these conflicting thoughts was messing with his head, making his throat go dry. He climbed out of bed and headed for the kitchen, to get a glass of water.

On reaching the kitchen, Dylan noticed that the lights were on. He glanced around the kitchen and saw Isabel standing by the counter. Her head was bent low while she held unto the counter like her life depended on it. His wolf quickly caught the scent of a werewolf in heat, getting it excited.

“Could it be-“ he didn’t have the time to contemplate as he was already walking towards her.

Isabel felt someone’s strong arms turn her around and placed her on the counter top. Her mate’s scent hit her nostrils, causing her wolf to howl in excitement. She had come to the kitchen to satisfy her hunger, but couldn’t achieve that as her heat returned almost immediately. Too tired to take another shower, she decided to endure the pain until it subsided. She had no idea her mate would see her in this state. Now she looks like one of those desperate female werewolves.

Dylan leaned in until their lips were almost touching. His lips teasingly brushed hers before going lower to her neck, placing open mouthed kisses there.

Isabel closed her eyes to enjoy the feeling. This kiss was completely different from that of Carlos which was quick and rough. The feeling of his fingers affectionately caressing her skin was setting her body on fire. She snaked her legs around his torso, to bring him closer to herself. He playfully nibbled her ear, sending shivers down her spine.

“Is this what you want?” He seductively asked, inching his fingers further into her inner thighs, causing her to feel a tingling sensation between her legs.

“Yes.” She breathed, nuzzling his neck with her face.

Dylan’s fingers found its way to her clit, continuously teasing her there. A moan escaped Isabel’s lips when Dylan found her entrance. Her dream was finally going to become a reality, she contentedly thought to herself, placing a soft kiss on his shoulder.

“Then go to Carlos.” He whispered in her ear, untangling himself from her embrace, leaving her wet with desire.