Hidden Flame 118

**Rory**
I knew it was time for me to mark Draven, so I suggested a bit of roleplay. “I want you to pretend to be an Alpha, and I
am going to hunt you.”
He chuckled and kissed me. “Whatever you want and you are comfortable with. Are we staying here or would you like me
to create somewhere else?”
“Here is perfect. Now get up and walk into the woods,” I said. He got up and I watch his ass giggle as he walked away. I
am one fortunate she wolf, and it doesn’t matter that he isn’t a werewolf either. I waited for the right moment.
When the full moon rose high in the night sky, casting an eerie glow over the dark forest, I could feel the beast within me
stirring. It had been weeks since I had tried to transform. It didn’t work, but I feel differently now and I feel the primal
urge to hunt and claim my territory was overwhelming. Tonight, I had a target in mind – Draven, my mate who I would
envision as the arrogant alpha of a rival pack who had been encroaching on our territory for far too long.
I stalked through the shadows, my senses heightened and my muscles coiled with anticipation. Draven’s scent was strong
in the air, a heady mix of musk and power that made my blood boil. I could hear him moving through the trees, his
footsteps heavy and purposeful. But I was not afraid. I was a werewolf, a creature of the night, and I would not be
intimidated by a mere mortal.
As I closed in on Draven’s location, I could see him standing at the edge of a clearing, his eyes scanning the darkness for
any sign of danger. Little did he know that the danger was already upon him. With a low growl, I stepped out of the
shadows, my eyes glowing with feral intensity. Draven turned to face me, his expression a mix of surprise and defiance.
“Who dares to challenge me?” he snarled, his voice dripping with arrogance. But I was not intimidated. I was a werewolf,
and I would not be cowed by his bravado. With a swift movement, I lunged at him, knocking him to the ground with a
powerful blow. He struggled beneath me, but I was stronger, my claws digging into his flesh as I marked him as mine.
Draven howled in pain and rage, but I paid no heed. I was consumed by the primal need to assert my dominance, to
show him that I was the true alpha in these woods. And as I stood over him, my chest heaving with exertion, I could see
the lust in his eyes. He knew that he had met his match, that he was no match for the power that coursed through my
veins.
With a final snarl, I let out a triumphant howl, the sound echoing through the forest and sending a shiver down Draven’s
spine. He knew that he had been bested, that he was now at my mercy. And as I turned to leave, my mark on him clear
for all to see, I knew that I had reclaimed my territory and asserted my dominance over all who dared to challenge me. As
the moon began to wane and the night grew quiet once more, I felt a sense of satisfaction wash over me. I was a werewolf, a creature of the night, and I would not be trifled with.
After taking in a breath, I turned to Draven and mounted him. I was filled with a power and confidence that I had never
felt. My beast was free, but I was in control of her. He untethered my wolf. I proceeded to ride him like he was a bucking
bronco until the moon started to set.
**Draven**
We were both exhausted so I used a portal to get us back into my room. I prepared a bath for her. She looked over at me,
“Join me,” she said in a firm yet playful tone. I was a bit taken aback by the boldness of the invitation, but I couldn’t resist
the allure of Rory’s adventurous spirit.
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As we settled into the warm water, Rory couldn’t help but tease me about my initial hesitation. “I knew you were a bit of a
prude, but I never thought you’d be afraid of a little bath time fun,” she quipped, a mischievous glint in her eye. I
chuckled nervously, unsure of how to respond to Rory’s playful banter. I am not used to the power dynamic switching,
but I have never had a mate either.
But as the minutes passed and the tension between us eased, I found myself opening up to Rory. We shared stories,
dreams, and fears, our laughter echoing off the tiled walls of the bathroom. It was as if the water had washed away our
inhibitions, leaving only a raw and unfiltered connection between us.
As the bath grew cold and the water began to drain, we reluctantly emerged from our intimate sanctuary. But the bond we had forged in that shared moment of vulnerability would stay with us long after the water had evaporated. And as we
dried off, we both knew that this was only the beginning of a beautiful and unconventional fated bond
We lay in my bed. I stroked her hair as I looked into her eyes. “Rory, thank you for telling me some about your pack. It will be helpful. I am growing more and more certain that Bethany and her friends are linked to the rats in Naga. I think
Cora has infiltrated far more than just my tribe and your pack. Once we wake up, our bond will be fully sealed. We will
feel and hear each other. So if you have any other secrets, you should tell me.”