he was watching her. observing her movements, afraid of her reaction. he was only daring to breath because of her. it was a strange feeling. a strange feeling indeed but none the less, a glorious feeling. she wanted to feel as though she was treasured, wanted, something to scarcely breath over in anticipation. and then he was exhaling as she drew closer to him, her maw brushing lightly against his, her soft gaze meeting his with warmth glowing in them. he was a beautiful, beautiful creature. and was he hers? could she dare to prey? to gloat to the world that this glorious, lovely, breathing taking, awe inspiring creature was hers, to hold and to cherish and to scream to the world that he was hers? oh how lovely that would be, to glare at the femmes who tried to steal him from her, to protect him from those god awful whores that lurked, unfortunately, lurked around the corners of Blossom Forest.
and he nudged his own muzzle affectionately against hers and then his smile was gone and he was setting up mental roadblocks, she could see it in his expressions. was he just using her? was she just a tool to help him repopulate? oh lord she hoped not! she didn’t what to be remembered as that whore that was always pregnant, that was always being followed by a litter of pups. it’d be lovely to have a litter, but she wasn’t going to sacrifice her body for the sake of a population! his lips began to part and she braced herself for the worst. but the first words weren’t as awful as she had expected. her name? she hadn’t expected her name to fall from his lips, but then, she wasn’t complaining as his cool words fell, the only issue with them was in the manner in which he spoke them. she focused her dark eyes on his face, concern etched into her features. he tensed and straightened up and looked really quite regal. he braced himself up and then he spoke. she nodded slowly. oh she could believe that. he seemed like he could be an alpha. he wasn’t exactly dominant, with her, but he had that presence that demanded that you listen.
she waited, wondering if he was going to speak once more and she wasn’t disappointed. warmth budded and spread and she couldn’t help the goofy, love struck smile that spread happily across her face, her eyes sparkling with happiness. she couldn’t help but step closer, resting her head lightly against his chest, breathing in his warm musky scent. if she lived in his pack, with him, would she be able to linger in his scent? to smell his masculineness each and every day? not worry about those god awful wolves she used to call a family? that would be a wonderful, wonderful life, one she would only dream about. as he pranced about she stepped backwards to smile shyly at him, hoping he wouldn’t think poorly of her rash movement of affection.
and then he added that however. oh there was always a however. tor how she hated that word! it snuck into conversations, ruined lives. and here it was ruining what might be her only chance to have a semi-happy life. why did this always happen to her? his words sent her recoiling. she knew it! dear tor! he did have some! she curled in on herself, her eyes hurt as she stared at him. how could he lead her on if he already had someone. his words seemed to be meant to sooth her, but all they were doing was making it worse. it fucking hurt. it was like her had peeled away each layer of flesh from her chest and then clipped her heart out with delicate precession and then he rolled it in dirt and salt and then sewed it back into her chest. how kind of him to be so delicate. he was a fool, wasn’t he? to fall in love with a girl he just met even though there was a lass, his queen none the less, most likely with heirs, waiting in the packlands he ruled. ”physically. physically is a key word, isn’t it axel?” she ground out, a spark of that spirit that her mother had and her sister had flashing. oh she was the real deal was she? how was she supposed to believe this?

but there was biting honesty to his words. he was awkward and foolish, like a young child trying to explain algebra. his tail lashed and he snarled at his own inability to put his thoughts into words and she found her fury seeping away as pity filled her. he really didn’t want this other girl, his partner, did he? he sat and his tail lashed behind him. she stared at him, her eyes gentle. he was being honest, wasn’t he? he met his eye and everything came out.

”axel, I don’t know! I don’t know if I can be your soulmate. I know you’re what I need but I just don’t know. I went through hell to get here and I don’t want to do it again. I’m not looking to be killed and you chose this girl for a reason, axel. if she can run with you, than she’s sure as hell dangerous. I don’t know axel.”


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