35. The Rogue’s Return

**MAEVE**

The night was as fancy as it got. Who knew wolves were such fans of celebrations?
According to Eirlys, a celebration such as the crowning of the alpha was more significant than any festivities. Even bigger than Halloween.
While all the males shifted to their wolf form, howled up at the moon, and ran after Xander into the woods, a few of them circled where the females were busy merry-making. They drank like there was no tomorrow and that the sun has given away the earth to their Moon Goddess. I have never seen such a beautiful celebration of a full moonlight as the silvery glow illuminated the ground.
My eyes scanned the wolves circling the ground, looking for the burnt-brown fur of a distinct male. But Xander was already gone. Right before leaving, his gleaming, intelligent eyes met with mine, trying to convey the unspoken words of his pride and honor. To this day, I still did not know how I could ‘feel’ his emotions, especially the feelings of his wolf, but every time he shifted, I felt him in my bones.
“I thought you said the males go for hunting,” I told Eirlys as my gaze followed a little farther. “What about them over there?” I pointed.
“Oh, they are the Epsilons, the protectors. Every pack has a group of men who protect the pack from within and the outside forces. When the males go for a run, they generally guard us.”
“So, they don't hunt?”
“They do, but not tonight. Tonight, it is their duty to protect us.” Eirlys pushed a plastic cup into my hands and laughed. “C’mon, drink with us. The party is not going to last long anyway.”
And before I knew it, she dragged me towards the crowd of drunken female wolves. “I thought you said that females celebrate all night?” I asked.
“Only the single ones,” she replied, swaying like a carefree bird. “The ones who have been mated will soon join their partners. On a full moon night, a male wolf does two things.” She wiped a hand over her mouth and very seriously, raised two fingers. “They hunt and they fuck. Repeatedly.”
I gasped and then chuckled. “Seems like a plan.”
It was impossible to make sense with these people, given how they lived their life - wild and carefree. But wasn’t everyone supposed to live like this?
I looked around and watched the women dance and laugh and shriek in excitement. Maybe, humans should learn to live like this - like in unity. The world would have been so much better then. Almost an hour later, when our legs gave away, and the bonfire started to die down, I tugged Eirlys towards the pack house. I did know the place, but just not in the dark.
“So, did you enjoy the full moon tonight?” She asked, still simmering in delight.
“Yes. It’s almost like a festival!”
A series of grunt and growls interrupted us as our heads turned in the direction of the sound. It took me some time to understand what exactly was going on, but it seemed like Eirlys has already picked up the clue.
And she was completely *cool* about it.
“Huh. Looks like Jade and Kyle are back from the hunt already,” she commented, almost conversationally.
“Oh, my God. There are two…okay.” I quickly averted my eyes from what could possibly be termed as ‘grossly indecent’.
*Two males, one female, and out in the open*.
*Right*, completely indecent.
Eirlys laughed beside me like watching a *ménage à trois* was the most natural thing in the world. “Wolves are passionate animals,” she defended while the woman continued to make some primal noise.
“I can see that.”
“Sometimes, Moon Goddess blesses a female with two mates or more,” Eirlys said. “She is supposed to belong to two of them.” She gazed at the couple wistfully and then turned to me. “You look like you don’t approve?”
“I am sorry, I just don’t want to sound like a prude but a woman is not a possession. I mean, she can belong to herself as well.”
“True,’ she agreed with a smile. “But isn’t it amazing to be loved and cared for? To have a mate to spend your life with? For us, having a mate is as important as having a pack. You can either have a fated mate or a chosen one.”
It confused me slightly. “What about the females who never take a mate? Or the ones who doesn’t wishes to take one?”
We were finally nearing the pack house and closer to my room as Eirlys deeply contemplated. “Well, Goddess always chose a mate for a wolf. Like She found you for our alpha.”
It was the closest to an answer I would get, so I merely nodded and smiled. “Goodnight, Eirlys.”

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I did not know when I fell asleep on the bed, but by the time my eyes flashed open, the other side was still empty.
On a full moon night, a male wolf does two things - they hunt, and they fuck.
If Eirlys was to be believed, shouldn’t Xander come back by now? The darkness had already wasted away, going away to the faint light of the dawn. Outside, it was still relatively dark as my heart began to yearn for him.
How did someone like me go from being lonely to craving for a man in bed? The irony was utterly lost on me.
A dull ache slithered around my body and centered between my legs as debauched memories flooded my senses. The memories of Xander’s tongue and fingers and the multiple orgasms that almost crippled my muscles swarmed. The thick fog of desire blinded me.
Surrounded by the dim light of the nightshade, I slowly allowed my hands to wander across the thighs and explore between the legs. The soreness from the ass from the spanking of two days ago had already disappeared, yet I could feel the echo of the pleasure. The satin thong was already damp as I pushed it aside and touched the clit.
*Oh, God, yes*.


**XANDER**

The Crescent Night of hunt and celebration was like christening to be a royal. When I shifted into my wolf form and ran wild across the forest with my pack mates, it was the second most beautiful feeling in the world as an alpha. The most beautiful being able to mate and mark the would-be Luna of Night Pride.
I knew the fever would set in, and the mating lust would drive me to the point of crazy, and I did not want to give in to the frenzy. Just yet. Although Maeve wasn’t settling in with the pack, getting accustomed to the ways of our life, she was still clinching on to her human self. It would have been wrong of me to demand her to be bent to my will because all I wanted was for her to get comfortable.
Therefore, she was still incapable of handling an alpha’s mate lust on a full moon. This was the reason I had to run far and long away from her until I could actually get hold of the need to mate with her.
However, when I returned, she did not make it easy for me to rouse. Just when I was about to knock on the door, the unmistakable scent of her arousal and low moan hit my senses.
*Goddess, give me the strength*.
Soundlessly, I unlocked the door and watched the rhythmic movement of her hand between the legs. She was stroking her fingers over the sensitive spot, or maybe even fucking herself with a couple of them - I could not figure out.
*Fates*, I wanted to spank her raw and fuck her deeper for stealing my right to pleasure her. As primal as it got, I owned every little moan and cry of her body. She was my fucking mate.
Yeah, well, you wasted away the full moon night. My wolf snickered inside my head.
“How does it feel?” I asked into the dim of the room.
Maeve’s eyes opened in shock, and when I closed the distance, I saw how embarrassment colored her cheeks. “What…Oh, God!”
Her hand retreated as she quickly tried to change her pose and rollover. But my little mate was a little slower. In a flash, I grabbed both her wrists into one of my hands and pinned above her head.
“You got wet without me, kitten?” I asked rhetorically, biting into her lips as a moan reverberated at the back of her throat.
I could already feel the massive erection straining my pants as I parted her legs with the free hand.
“You…I was waiting for you,” Maeve said with a grating voice, hoarse with lust.
On impulse, my mouth dived near her throat as I kissed the spot on her collarbone. “Who owns your body?” I whispered harshly against her ear and delighted the way she squirmed. Maeve has always been a strong spirited woman, fearlessly bold at times, but the way she yearned to be loved and consumed was spectacular. She was the perfect combination of sin and grace.
“You, Xan,” her fluttering voice warmed my ears.
“So should you pleasure yourself without me, my little, slutty, mate?”
A finger pushed through her slit as smoothly as possible. Needless to say, she was dripping on my digits already. Maeve was entirely absorbed by the connection between my fingers buried deep into her as my words hardly penetrated her mind. Sinister thoughts took over as I removed my hand and spanked her pussy.
Three mild slaps as all she needed to get to the edge of the mountain.
She gasped and whimpered mindlessly, grounding her hips and trying to have me release her arms as I tightened them further.
“Be still,” I barked, right before nipping her chin.
I brought the other hand to her lips, the wet evidence of her hunger. “Open your mouth and taste yourself. Do you see what a glorious slut you are, my mate?”
Maeve licked and suckled her juices off my fingers as I retreated my hand and smeared over her cheeks.
“Please…” the only whimper that came out of her wet lips.
“Don’t move an inch,” I warned as I loosened her hands and reached for my manhood. She wants me, so she will get me. But only the way I want.
Maeve obeyed, watching me take down my pants and then pulled up her off the bed. I had very little restraint left in me to have her strip. So I grabbed the neckline of her satin sleepwear and split in half like the beast I was.
“Oh!”
Another rip, followed by the scanty thong, and she was standing completely naked.
One of my hands snaked at the back of the head and rooted in her hair. “Open your mouth,” I ordered again, and this time, it wasn’t my finger that she would suck on.
My greed was hanging on a thin line, and though the force of full moon and mating lust was wearing out, I was still capable of doing her more damage than I should. So, I would instead settle for a good blow job.
The sight of her pretty pink lips wrapped around the width of my shaft, the way she strained to take the length of me down her throat and worked around the gag reflex, was intoxicating. I could even get off on that thrill alone from looking into her eyes with my dick stuffed deep down her throat.
Maeve ran her tongue up the seam of my balls and the underside of my shaft alternatively. The moan that escaped her was loud, vibrating through me and sending sparks up my spine.
“Fuck…Fuck…you will be the death of me,” I slurred.
With my cock in her mouth, she slowly titled up her head to look up at me. In those gleaming eyes of hers, there was pure, unadulterated rapture. The sight was so erotic that it made me see stars.
“Shit!” I let out a hoarse cry and came the moment, filling her mouth. I pumped as long as I could, having the warm liquid dribble down from the corner of her mouth and flowing past her chin.
It was not the end of the adventure for the dawn that was ready to welcome us with new possibilities.
I laid her out on the bed, nothing but in her glorious nakedness, and feasted her curves and crevices. I worshipped her with my mouth, tongue, and fingers, touching and caressing every inch of her skin until her body shook with orgasm. By the end of the hour, Maeve came so many times that there was no fire left in her.
We crashed on the bed with our legs tangled in each other and almost fell asleep.
Almost.
Even before the knock on the door came, I heard the footsteps already. I quickly grabbed the pants and put it on before throwing the sheet over her body and prowled towards the door.
“What?” I groused a little, seeing my brother, my beta, with a worried expression.
“You need to come, Alpha,” he requested, using the rank name for the first. It meant business.
Throwing a brief glance over my shoulder, I quietly closed the door and conversed on the other side. “What happened, Blaize?”
“Sedona is here. And she wants to come back. The decision is now yours, alpha.”
I sighed, throwing my head back. The *last thing* I wanted to do this morning was deal with a rogue she-wolf.

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