Wolf's Huntress

Chapter Five

Alastair's POV

After I returned to our new territory with Preston and Gregory, I just couldn't settle down. Rue was pacing back and forth in my mind, whining and whimpering about our interaction with our mate. We had been waiting over ten years to meet her, and she hated us within two seconds. "We need to go back. Talk to her! We need our mate."

"I know, man. Trust me, I know. But that Minotaur will be a problem, plus she threatened to have the cops called on us." That made Rue growl before going back to whining. There was no way to settle him down other than maybe wearing him out. So I took to the woods, where I stripped off my clothes before shifting. Preston once said that he was impressed with how fast I could turn. Even werewolves older than us and used to the dull pain took longer than me. It wasn't something I could explain. It was just something that I did.

Rue's form was large, almost alpha-sized, and his color was best described as a silvery red. A perfect mix of my mother's red wolf and my father's silver wolf. However, he took on his father's blue eyes. I gave Rue partial control as he ran through the woods surrounding the pack lands. If he had full reins, he would have gone straight back to the nightclub to find our mate.

After running for hours, he finally had enough and trotted back to where I had left my clothes. Changing back, my body was covered in sweat, and there was no way I was putting my clothes back on. So I walked back to the pack house stark naked and headed to the second floor to my room. Jumping into the shower to wash off my run, my mind wandered to Ruth and when I first saw her.

I was never much of a pumpkin guy. However, her scent was like heaven to me. Her hourglass figure looked soft and delicate to the touch, hidden under a tight top and a skirt that was short enough to play games with me as she walked. Her slightly tanned skin made her eyes shine all the more. When she walked, it was with a purpose and authority. Something that only confident women could do.

The thought sent a shiver down my spine as my desire made me stiff. One hand went down to cup my sac, rolling it in the palm of my hand as I tried to imagine Ruth just strutting up and down that bar. Her skirt gave me the tiniest of peaks to what was underneath. I then imagined her walking up to me to lean over the bar counter, her round breasts pressing against the tank top and fishnet shirt. What would she look like, biting her lower lip at me?

My hand moved to the fully erect shaft and stroked it slowly. I wished to know how her pouty lips would feel pressed against mine. What little sounds would she make as she desired my touch? And what kind of face would she make after I kissed the breath out of her? My fantasy continued to where she was sitting on the bar counter with a leg on either side of me. What kind of panties would be hiding underneath that short skirt? How dark are her n*****s when I pull off her tops and bra? I stroked faster as I imagined fondling those soft globes. Would her n*****s already be hard so that I could tug on them, or were they inverted?

If my fantasy were real, I would have left her skirt on and just tugged her panties off from underneath. Was she the type to be turned on quickly, or did I have to work at making her wet? Did Ruth shave completely, or did she just trim? Did she taste as sweet as she looked? How long would it take for me to make her reach her peak? What sounds would she make when in the thrall of arousal? How tight would she feel around my shaft? What faces would she make as I thrust in and out of those wet, rosy walls?

I couldn't take it anymore. I imagined taking Ruth on top of the bar counter at the club. My fist was pumping harder and faster as I needed to feel a release. I wanted to know what her sweet voice would sound like, screaming my name. My semen finally splattered on the shower wall as I stood there panting. It would never be as good as the real thing, but it had to do until I could get my mate to be with me. After cleaning up the wall, I washed off the sweat from earlier. Walking into my bedroom while toweling myself off, I looked around and realized how ample and empty the space was.

The room was meant for two in the hopes I would find my other half one day and bring her into the pack. However, seeing how big it felt with just me in it made it feel like someone was clenching my heart. I looked at the clock, and it was nearly seven in the morning. "s**t," I muttered, not planning to have stayed up all night long. Training was half over already, and I honestly didn't feel like eating breakfast with the others. So I grabbed a pair of jeans and a light green shirt to put on and headed into town.

I wandered around for a bit before finding a diner. The place looked decent enough, and the smell of the food made my mouth water, so I went inside and got myself a booth. A few minutes after being sat down, I noticed a young woman being led to the booth behind me. She had dirty blonde hair and chocolate brown eyes. I wasn't going to lie. She was pretty, but that wasn't what got my attention.

The woman was shaking from head to toe with every step, and she kept her head down so as not to make eye contact with anyone. The waitress said that she would tell the woman's sister where she was sitting once she arrived. A few minutes after that, the door opened up once more, and I could smell the scent of pumpkin spice and vanilla once again. She was there. Ruth was there, and she was smiling. Wait, was she walking my way? My heart was pounding in my chest as my palms became moist with each step she took towards me. And then my heart sank as she took the booth behind me.

I listened as Ruth talked with the other woman she called Tia. They were sisters? But they looked nothing alike. Did they share one parent? No, Ruth said, Mom and Dad without the word step in front of either. Then Ruth commented on her sister taking a step towards recovery. What was she recovering from? Did it have something to do with the fact that she was shaking like a leaf the moment she walked into the diner?

So many more questions were tied to my mate, and I wanted the answers so badly. When Tia left for the restroom, Ruth then turned her attention toward me—and threatened to skin me if I tried to interact with her or her sister during their meal. Rue whimpered and paced, wanting to be with our mate. I pleaded with her, and she agreed, though it seemed only to shut me up. I learned a few things as I listened to the sisters talk. Ruth liked waffles; she was the owner of the club, and the siblings were close.

I sat silently while eating my food and left the diner just before they did. It was kind of hard to act natural while waiting for Ruth to go so that we could finally talk. She walked her sister out to a car that pulled up with two people sitting inside already. After Ruth said her final goodbyes and closed the door, she headed in my direction.