Chapter Ten

**Myra**

“*I should be ashamed because I have only known Sloan for three days, but our mated connection is so magnetic.*” She thought as she leaned against the closed door, trying to catch her breath with a ridiculous smile spread across her face. ”*I regret nothing, and I am sure Megan would be so proud.*”

Once her breathing slowed to normal, Myra walked over to the sink to wash off the remainder of Sloan’s orgasm from her palms. She then took a hand towel, dampened it and wiped their combined fluids from between and down her legs.

She started thinking; it was during her fourth shower that she’d finally silenced the ongoing screaming battle going on between her rational voice and her vixen spirit. She then realized that a more proactive approach to her hot flashes was the proper way to go.

She smiled. ”*And what a way it was.*”

She could still feel the friction of his monster size cock wedged between her thighs. She was too caught up in the moment to give him an inappropriate compliment about his size.

“*Is it possible?? Nah,*” She thought, dismissing her wayward imagination.

Myra shook her head to clear it of her impure thoughts. She straightened her sleeves and attempted to re-tie the strings behind her back. Her nipples were still very erected and poked through the thin material of her dress. She had chosen her dress mainly for seduction. It worked, as evident by the three large hickeys that now decorated her neck. They seemed to glow, and she knew they would be impossible to hide.

“*Very possessive and controlled, my man.*” She paused, and her infectious smile spread wider across her face. ”*My man?*”

It was the first time she acknowledged it to herself that Sloan was her man.

And she liked it. A lot.

~knock~knock~

“Myra.”

She hurried to get dressed and walked over to the door.

“Sorry... I’m...”

Sloan pulled her in for another kiss, cutting off her statement. It was a sweet short kiss that ended with him placing a peck on her nose.

“You are naughty little minx, Angel... feel free to do that again...” Sloan kissed her on the right cheek, “and again...” He moved to her left cheek and kissed her, “and again.” He claimed her lips again in a deeper kiss that involved his tongue.

Eventually, he released her, both gasping for air. She looked into his eyes that had switched to white with arousal. She was positive her own eyes mirrored his.

“Umm... Only if you promise to sleep next to me tonight.

“Ahh... umm... I can’t sleep in the same bed with you without wanting to bury my cock deep inside you.” He confessed.

She bit her lower lip and laid her hand against his solid chest.

“I think we just proved that we could have fun without actually having sex... why is that by the way?”

“I want you to be fully mine before I claim every inch of your gorgeous body.”

“And you think sleeping in your bed has been easy for me?”

“Touché... we will continue this conversation after the meeting with the Elder.”

“He’s here?” She attempted to look around him, but Sloan’s massive body took up the entire door frame.

“He’s in the Common Rooms... you, young lady, have to change... as much as I love this dress on you... I can’t be held accountable for my actions, especially with the knowledge that you are not wearing panties at the moment.”

Myra smirked as she twirled her finger on his chest. She started thinking of different types of teasing she could possibly do to him. But Sloan grabbed hold of her finger as it trailed down his rippling stomach.

“Nope... come on, we can’t keep the Elder waiting. And please note, this will be the only time I’m ever telling you no.”

He stepped aside and allowed her to pass as he briefly stepped into the bathroom. Moments later, he exited with her used washcloth.

“Can’t leave this hanging about.” He commented, inhaling the material and smiling at her. He shook his head and held her hand as he led them both up to his room. Once there, Sloan disappeared into his walk-in closet while Myra sat on the bed.

“*Should I provoke the big bad wolf?*” Myra thought, smiling to herself.

Sloan exited the closet interpreting her impure thoughts. She licked her lips as she soaked in his new attire; a skin-tight black shirt that showcased every muscular ridge of his upper body and a pair of faded blue jeans and white sneakers.

He was carrying something in his hand; as he neared her. She realized it was a maxi dress and a thong.

“Dressing me now?”

“If it were up to me, you will never wear clothing... nor leave this bedroom... ever again. Please get changed. Elders can be very impatient when they are the ones left waiting.”

Myra stood up and rounded his body, pushing him to sit on the bed. She turned her back to him while reaching for the strings behind her back. A simple tug, and it loosened. She then shimmied to let the dress drop to the floor, bearing her nude body to him.

Myra smiled wickedly to herself when she heard Sloan’s sharp intake of breath and felt his eyes caress every inch of her nude body. So, to add fuel to the fire, she bent down to grab the dress which had pooled at her feet.

“Myra...”

He growled as she turned around, acting shocked by her actions. She used the old dress to cover herself as she held out her hand for the thong.

Sloan, however, had other ideas.

He held the undergarment between his index fingers in a silent request for her to step in. She tossed her dress shield on the bed beside him, grabbed hold of his shoulders and delicately stepped into it. When she straightened up, Sloan kissed her stomach just above her belly button. She saw him glance down at her covered mound before raising white eyes to hers.

“So, you have a piercing?” He started to rub her clit through her underwear which sent delicious shockwaves throughout her body. She bit back a moan and used his broad shoulders for support.

“Umm... well... Megan, Myrielle and I... umm...” Myra blushed and giggled nervously.

How was she supposed to explain that the three of them made a life-changing, rebellious decision on their eighteenth birthday by playing spin the bottle? The categories included tattoos, piercings or a combination which was a double spin.

Myrielle got a shoulder blade tattoo on her turn, so she went with a sun and moon mandala tattoo. Megan got a combination and ended with a nipple piercing and lower back tattoo. Myra got a heart attack when she, too, landed on a combination option. Unfortunately, her spins resulted in a clit piercing, which was selected twice.

“*But a deal was a deal.*” Myra thought.

“I am guessing the three of you got into a lot of trouble and still do?”

“I pled the fifth?” She said, holding out her right hand for him to hand her the new dress. “My dress, please.”

Myra smiled as he handed her the dress and leaned back to look at her finish getting dressed. It was a long black maxi dress with a floral print and a slit halfway up her right thigh. She fixed her breasts into the sweetheart neckline.

“*Hmmm, no bra? Better not highlight that fact to him.*” She thought, “Right, what do you think?” She smiled, posing in the dress.

“You look gorgeous... from now on, only dresses for you.”

Myra smiled and accepted his arm, which he held out. Together, they walked down to the Common Rooms. It was a vast open room with one wall consisting of floor to ceiling windows looking out to the gardens. Beyond the windows, there was a view of the preparations for the Claiming Ceremony; which would be taking place on Sunday night. There were couches and single-seaters all over the room and a fully stocked bar along another wall.

When they entered, Myra glanced over those gathered. Their parents were already there, chatting with the Elder. While Tristan, Declan and Megan were seated near the windows. Though, Declan seemed stone-cold and uncomfortable with Megan being close by. She, however, was completely ignoring him as she scrolled through her phone. Tristan was chatting with someone else, but her body has hidden behind Tristan’s. Megan smiled, brightly when she saw Myra and jumped up for a hug.

“I am so raiding your closet... you look fabulous B...abe.”

Sloan growled as she was about to call her a bitch. Myra ignored him and blushed when Megan’s eyes narrowed on the hickeys on her neck.

She arched one eyebrow and smirked. “Oh really?”

“You will be so proud of me...” Myra teased. Megan’s smile widened, and she wiggled her eyebrows but didn’t respond.

Suddenly, a deafening squeal echoed through the room as the girl talking to Tristan noticed Sloan and Myra’s arrival. The pretty brunette raced across the room with her arms opened wide, and she tackled him with a hug.

“Slo-Lo...” She greeted and smiled brightly up at him. Myra already knew she wasn’t a threat because her vixen didn’t even stir from its post-orgasmic slumber.

“Look what the wolf dragged in...” Sloane teased her by patting her lovingly on the head.

“Well... it’s not every day that my big bro gets claimed. Hi, you must be Myra...” She smiled and surprised Myra by pulling her in for a hug. “I’m Bryn, these two ding-dongs little sister.”

“Hi... nice to meet you.”

“Same here... I will give you all the major dirt on this big guy later.” She winked and walked back over to Tristan. Her bubbly, sunny personality was magnetic; it was almost impossible to dislike the girl.

The older gentleman, who was speaking to Theo, stood up and crossed the room. Sloan bowed to him, and the man mimicked Sloan’s greeting. Myra was nervous; she wasn’t sure how to greet, well alone, speak to a council member.

“Elder Reagan.”

“Young Alpha Jamison. And this must be your mate, Myra?”

“Hello.” She said shyly.

“Shall we get started?”

Everyone regained their seats, except for Myra, Sloan and the Elder. Myra noticed the Elder looking at her neck, and he gave her a knowing smile. She blushed and resisted the urge to cover her neck.

“The entire formal Claiming Ceremony is about fifteen minutes long. Theo and Sian will present Sloan to the congregation, followed by Mr Gallagher, who will present Myra to Sloan. Once presented, I will ask you both to hold onto each other left hand, and I will drape the Claiming Shawl over your joint hands. I will bore everyone with some opening remarks. Afterwards, you will then repeat some phrases; at this point, you do have a choice to either stake your claim publicly or privately.”

“Privately.” Myra and Sloan said as one before smiling at each other. However, Myra blushed brightened when everyone else laughed at how in-synced their response was.

“Privately it is... though... umm... never mind... you will say your Claiming vows, then I will present you as Alpha and Omega.”

“I have a question... my sister’s claiming event wasn’t this elaborate...” She asked innocently.

“Myrielle isn’t mated to an Alpha,” Sloan answered.

“Oh...”

Suddenly, the doors to the Common Rooms burst open, and a stunning blonde strolled into the room. Sloan tensed at Myra’s side while the woman smirked at him.

Tristan growled at her. “Elizabeth... this is a private affair...”

“Calm down, lap dog. I’m not here for you. Or you...” She said, pointing at both Tristan and Sloan. Her icy cold blue eyes landed on Myra, who found herself sinking deeper into Sloan’s side.

“I’m here for her... a little birdie told me that you have found your mate... and a vixen shifter, no less.”

“It isn’t a full moon yet. So...”

She laughed, but there wasn’t any humour in it. She folded her arms across her chest, looking like the cat who ate the canary.

“That challenge rule only applies to wolf shifters, and she’s no wolf. So, it’s a free for all, regardless of it being a full moon or not.” She gazed directly at Myra, with hatred and disgust shining brightly through her eyes. “Therefore, sweetheart... I am challenging you.”

Myra felt like all the air was knocked out of her.

She held onto Sloan for support as she gazed at the blond - Elizabeth. The glint in her eyes hardened, illustrating that she was out for blood.

Hers.

“Elizabeth, is it?” Elder Reagan spoke up before anyone can react to the bold declaration of an Omega challenge.

“You are quite right about the rules to wait until the next full moon to challenge a wolf’s Omega. And that the rule doesn’t necessarily apply to cross-species pairs. The rule does continue to state that once challenged; there are three possible outcomes. Either a newly mated pair, the challenger can face exile, or either party can face death. Fortunately for Myra, you are *too late.”

The evil smile plastered on her face fell, and she glared at the man.

“What the hell do you mean too late?” She barked,

“Respect your Elders, young lady... and to answer your question, part of the claiming has already begun.”

Myra’s hand unconsciously moved to her neck, where Sloan’s hickeys felt like a neon sign on her. His arm snaked around her, and he kissed the crown of her head, breathing a sigh of relief.

“While the ceremony on Sunday is just for formalities... a mated pair can claim each other whenever they deem fit... furthermore, you may be late in issuing your challenge, but the consequences of making such a declaration will still occur. Alpha, what say you? Death or Exile?”

“*Thank you, horny naughty bits.*” Myra praised their earlier quickie.

“That’s bullshit! You fucking whore! He’s MINE!” Elizabeth screamed as she lounged at Myra. Sloan swiftly pushed her behind him, but both Declan and Tristan had Elizabeth pinned to the ground.

“I was going to spare your life... but...” Sloan growled at her struggling body.

“Sloan...” Myra said, laying a gentle hand on the middle of her back. She felt and saw his deep intake of air.

“I will deal with you at another time... Declan.”

She screamed as Declan ushered her out of the room. “But... I love you, Sloan!!”

Myra almost felt terrible and embarrassed for her. Sloan turned his back to Elizabeth’s disappearing body and cupped Myra’s face.

“Compassionate and kind... the true qualities of a pack’s Omega...” He beamed then frowned, sensing her anxiety about his relationship with Elizabeth, “She’s a topic for discussion at a later date.”

“Trust me... we will be having that discussion...” She promised, patting him on the stomach.

“So, who needs a drink? Not you.” Tristan snapped at his sister as she put her finger to request something.

“Spoilsport.” She pouted, falling back against the couch.