Based on characters from the Turkish TV show Erkenci Kus.
Can Divit is a Lone Wolf, mate less and living in a small cabin in the woods. His dreams are full of a mystery woman...but who is she and how has his fascination with her caused him to be es...
Physical scratches and skin wounds are easy for a mate to heal. A soothing, saliva filled tongue sliding over the affected area works wonders. Within minutes, pain is reduced and the body repairs. Worries, doubts and troubles can also be laid to rest with a mates mere presence and supportive embrace.
Every part of me feels Kurt's inner turmoil and the heaviness that he carries in his heart, as he sprints through the woods.
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The desperate need to be together is undeniable now. But Fabri is a dark force between us and I'll have to use every ounce of my protection, my gifts and mystic aura to sooth and heal my mate from this first meeting with his father. My own hatred and past experiences are hard to block out, but I'll do it, so I don't add to his.
Umut is still with him, on Can's orders, keeping him from going rogue. His broad, brotherly bulk, a temporary anchor until he gets to me.
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My copper hair gets in my eyes and I hold it back as I weave through the trees. It's become messy and wild again, escaping from its plait but I can't care about that now.
Stopping, I listen. Crouching down, I press my palm to the ground, becoming a little more calm at feeling the vibrations of his feet through the earth. Closer. Ever closer, to me.
I'm here.
The pounding becomes faster.
My sisters emotions begin circling within me. Thinking of them, brings their voices to me. Defne calls for Umut. Deniz for Levent and Delia, who bears the weight of knowing that Yigit is still with Fabri, calls out to him and then asks me to send out some protective thoughts for him.
My reply is sent to all of them. Let'sdo it together.
Stretching myself back-up, I breathe in and out, getting deeper with each breath. Closing my eyes, I imagine him, standing, guarding the house, he now shares with Delia. We cleansed Fabri's spirit from it once before and Delia lit scented candles, to burn away his bad energy and rancid oxygen.
From all the corners of the woods, I concentrate my mind and gather in the feminine auras of the pack. They come through me, swirling up the dirt around my feet...and I spread my arms and fingers to harness their energy. And then, there's a powerful jolt as for the first time, we welcome in the White wolf...Sanem. She sensed our joining.
Her spirit is strong amongst us now and I feel the burst of life that she brings. It grows inside her. The Alphas seed has been embedded, and her body is feeling healthy and alive because of it, and it's this reason that we get an extra boost of positivity. It radiates through the trees, as a spectrum of light, touching everything it passes. Glowing mystically, and taking the air with it, building up until it feels like a living entity snaking forward. Sisterhood now joins with one of us who will soon experience the first joys of motherhood.
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And every male wolf knows... Don't mess with a female who is protecting her children, even those unborn, because that's when they are at their most fierce. Sending this will show our feminine power and solidarity...
As the flow from me subsides, I flex my tingling fingers and then clench them into a fist, holding that feeling within, for as long as I can.
When Yigit howls, I know that he's heard us, and feels our protective spirit. Communications that follow are loud and many. Meant to scare and warn Fabri. Meant to show him. These are not the same woods that he previously roamed. We are not the same pack! We are an even more powerful unit. More dangerous...for him to be roaming in.
When everything is still again, I wait. Panting and hopeful, tuning back in to my mates thoughts... There was no immediate bond. Kurt was not swayed or intimidated, but he now knows a little more about the man who fathered him...and it's not good news. He's disappointed and despondent. Wary, cautious and unimpressed with Fabri's answers.
My skin bristles and inside my chest, my heart pounds in time with his. The closer he comes, the harder it beats, and when finally we are under the same small pocket of trees, their rhythm is one. He's alone now. His shoulders and chest are heaving as he rages towards me with open hands, pulling me into him. His mouth lands on my shoulder and I hold him tightly, brushing my 'fuelled up 'palms across his tightened shoulder muscles. He twitches and his cold nose cosies its way up my neck, into my ear and hair, where for a few seconds it seems like he's gulping down my scent as though it's the only fresh air he's had in a while, so I close my eyes and concentrate on reading his physical wellbeing. Stroking his neck and scalp, kneading my fingers into his skin, transferring my energy to him, while he begins some searching, open mouthed bites followed by some sensual lip action from ear to ear. I'll let him do whatever he wants, take whatever he needs from me. Let him smell me, lick me, scent mark me...and more!
His momentum moves us until my back hits a tree trunk and then he's sliding up, pressing and rubbing himself against me. He's hard, ready and desperate...lifting one of my knees to get into the space between my legs. "You make me feel so good, despite everything else."
...but when I gasp, he suddenly stops and emits a frustrated growl, pushing himself off and away, turning his back to me, hands and fingers knotting into his hair, fighting the urges he has.
"No, no...no! Why does this feel like something he would do with a female? I'm not like him. I'm not...am I? Tell me!"
I do, immediately, coming up behind him and folding my arms under his to hug him to me. "You're not like him! You're YOU! And I'm ME...your mate! I'm meant to make you respond to me like this. He's never had that connection. Will probably never have it." He seems to calm a little, so I stretch out one arm and motion upwards to the sky, the moon. "She won't allow it. She's seen into his soul...and he knows it. That's why he's like he is. Bitter. Sad. Alone. Ostracised. He fucked up. You didn't...it's not your fault. It's not your sin to carry." He's listening. Digesting my words.
