Blood Legacy Chapter 91: 89. Jessica

She could still hear those long and enthusiastic howls echoing in the distance, even if it'd been a while since they'd left the clearing. All of them. Even the warriors with Dre riding on Estefany's back, yowling like an overly-excited cowgirl.

There was no one left. Just the two of them. Her and the impossibly stubborn creature that was her mate. This huge and intimidating beast that was currently resting at her feet.

Her wolf had long since stopped fussing, content with that small corner at very back of her mind where she'd hidden herself, giving out the tiniest signal of discomfort whenever another pack wolf's call reached her.

She feared them. That was an understatement. She didn't approve of what they were doing, their ways and she evidently didn't trust them. Not even her own mate. *Especially him*.

She tentatively poked through and risked another glance through her human eyes, peeking at that frighteningly big ball of fur sitting right in front of her, its torso performing the slightest movement with every slow and calm breath he took.

He was...impressive. She couldn't deny that. Maybe she did fear him, and was scared to make even the smallest of movements right now as she worried that he would rouse and become agitated, or even try to exert his Beta command on her and force her to submit. It was always at the back of her mind. That fear that he would one day grow tired and simply force her to submit. But that didn't stop her from admiring him. His intimidating size. Those broad and sinewy muscles covering his body both in wolf and human form. His lush and thick-looking coat. Those soft shades of luscious grey that made her crave to bury her fingers in it. Have herself scent him, rub herself against him and bathe in his marvellous smell.

He was incredible. More than perfect.

The Goddess knew what she was doing when she'd paired her with him.

He was made to enchant her, make her fall in love with him. He was the epitome of every she-wolf's wet dream. The perfect mate.

And yet...not hers. Not for her. Not for this particular she-wolf. He was too big. Too strong. Too raw. Too ferocious for her small and puny self. She wouldn't withstand him. Hell, she wasn't even sure that she could receive his mating mark without having her damn head ripped clean from her body. She was so tiny, her poor little wolf. Too tiny for him. In every single aspect. How would she survive mating with him? She'd seen the size of that thing and she definitely knew how small she was. Maybe she did manage to take him in human form but for their wolf forms, it was a whole different story. She'd need to be equally strong and at least a little bigger, like the she-wolves in his pack. Fit for a wolf of his strength and status. And she was neither of those things. Just a frail little lone wolf playing mates with a beast so out of her league. She was way in over her head. That was for sure.

Another set of howls resounded from a distance, watching the huge wolf's ears twitch for the hundredth time as he continued to rest there, feigning disinterest.

He was actually suffering for that punishment he'd willingly inflicted upon himself. She knew that. It didn't take a genius to see. Maybe she'd never been part of a pack but she had her own wolf. She could feel those instincts. That innate need to be with your kin.

"J-just...go. You need to be with them."

His ears twitched again, this time paying more than just attention as he roused and turned his huge head to peer at her over his shoulder.

Her body tensed, a little more than aware now that they were so close to each other. Too close for comfort.

She sucked in a breath and forced herself to remain as calm as possible, continuing to regard him from her spot perched up on that thick log.

"I can't, okay? She's too scared of you," she quietly said, trying to reason with him.

This would've been so much easier if she could actually communicate with him. But sadly, that was only possible after the completion of a mating bond or whilst both in the same form. Which was not going to happen. Ever.

He let out a pained whine, making her suffer with him as she couldn't stop herself from feeling that tug at the strings of their bond.

"Go. Please. You know that I can't. Even if she wasn't, we're not part of this pack. We're not made for this. It's not in our nature,"

He let out another whine, almost on the verge of bringing tears into her eyes. It was tormenting her. The feeling of his suffering.

"Please. Go. You need to be with them. You can't renounce your duties just to be with me. You're one of their future leaders. Their commander. They need you! And I'll be right here waiting for you guys anyway. I'll be fine, I swear," she struggled with that small tremor that had taken over her voice as she'd spoken, feeling those small tears burning the back of her eyelids.

Gods almighty. She swore that if he wasn't going to leave any sooner she'd quickly lose that fight and start crying.

She didn't want him to see her cry. She was already so weak as it was. And that would only further convince him to stay and continue to suffer in silence.

Fuck!

She angrily swore under her breath the very second he let out another hurting whine, burying her face in her hands as the dam finally burst. *Shit.*

She thickly swallowed, forcing down that small sob that threatened to escape, feeling the wet touch of her tears squeezing between her face and hands as she softly cried.

*Goddess. I am never ever setting foot in these pack lands again. This is both my first and last time*, she swore with conviction, about to let out a short and sharp scream at the sudden and unexpected feeling of warm skin against hers, hands touching her bare arms when those familiar tingles swiftly erupted, making her sigh with relief.

She let herself relax and slump back against that firm and broad chest, her eyelids fluttering closed at the sweet and endearing sensation of those soft lips pressing against her bare shoulder.

She let out another hitching sigh, loving the way his scent enveloped her as he wrapped his muscle-corded arms around her lithe body.

"I tried. He doesn't want to. He refuses to be with the pack if he can't be there with you," he placed a small peck in her hair after speaking, that gentle vibration working at her tensed muscles like a god-damned skilled masseuse.

She didn't dare open her eyes, letting herself fall deeper and deeper into that euphoric and relaxed state, thanks to her mate's tender and comforting ministrations.

"I'm so sorry, we didn't mean to make you cry," she felt the touch of his finger gingerly wiping away that cold wetness off of her cheeks, followed by another peck, this time closer to her temple.

She loved the way he felt against her. His soothing warmth. That enchanting scent and his gentleness. It made her feel so cared for...and wanted.

"Jess..."

She simply hummed in response, the sound of her name rolling off his tongue like a silky caress. One she loved to feel, over and over again.

"Jessica...Oh, sweet Goddess..."

Her eyelids abruptly snapped open at the sound of that certain hitching breathlessness in his speech, a little confused before that hazy scent of his arousal suddenly hit her full-force, making her realize that she was also releasing mating pheromones.

She was soaking wet for him. And he'd barely touched her. And now they were completely alone in that clearing. And he was so very naked, kneeling behind her back whilst his throbbing shaft pressed against the upper part of her butt.

*Shit.*

She stilled, her poor heart violently pounding within her chest as panic started to settle in. They were alone. In a clearing. And she was wetter than the fucking sea.

It all happened so fast. One moment she was still sitting on that log and the very next her paws were already digging into the lush grass as she dove and broke into a mad sprint, dashing like a furious and sand-colored blur through the tall and looming trees.