Tonight was one of those nights when my wolf refused to cooperate. Instead, it tormented me, making it hard to keep my bearings. A burning sensation flared in my chest.
My breathing grew shallow and rapid, and tears welled up, threatening to spill over.
"Kia, please stop," I pleaded with my wolf, leaning against the wall for support. "I'm tired of having s*x with random men. We've found our mate, and the urge for others is gone."
"I want him," Kia howled, my body quaking with held-in pain. I clenched my fists, focusing on the physical discomfort instead. "I want to f**k my mate. Get him for me!"
"Selfish bastard," I muttered aloud. "Sometimes I feel like tearing you out of me and leaving you to die."
"If wishes were horses," Kia mocked.
With the full moon approaching, Kia was itchin
