MATE'S REUNION

CHAPTER 1: THE POWERFUL COUGH

POV: SONIA

The night before my mate's unfortunate encounter with the leader of the Blood and Skull is a night I would never forget in my whole life. The weather was gloomy like the tummy of a pregnant woman, chilly, pleasure-oozing, typical of some icy nights where a mother bird provides warmth for her younglings. It had started raining when we clung to each other with a firm grip of mild touch, caressing, sucking faces, making low weird romance-inspired sounds, all of which served as an introduction to the main show of the night. Our room turned into a small world, bounded by four walls, where Lingard and I are the only inhabitants, doing and undoing without minding whatever exists outside our walls.

The kissing was at its peak, it sunk deep into my vacuum of pleasures, my vision was blurred, I squirmed like a water goddess, the pleasure was in high velocity, and so, it left me on cloud nine. I was knocked out in the act. I shoved my brazier to the floor, and my b**bs swung like an oscillator, right, left, and centre, it went. Lingard must've seen his end coming, that night was exceptional of the previous ones. He turned me over, grabbed my b**bs with both hands and wiggled it with professionalism. The fore of the bare*t was his major concern. The pleasure got hold of me, and left me in a dizzy state of mind; I moaned out loud.

"y-ye-yess. T-that's it. keep it on, don't stop..!"

"I ain't stopping, ba-by"

My Alpha happened to respond in a little still tone, some sort of a whisper. He was taken in by the pleasure which stood like a middleman giving each of us the due amount of pleasure we deserved. He did prove his manliness yet again. I had thought that he wouldn't slide it in, but that came much after I got wet. He slid it in with his eyes locking up with mine. That moment summarized my night, one which is worth another moment. However, the motion was maintained without intermittent pauses. Alpha Lingard went the longest in our romantic history. Four times, he oozed it out; thick, milky c*m. A night I wished would repeat itself. Little did I know it was the last of its kind.

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The present-day is the early hours of Tuesday. The time is about a quarter to 3 AM in the territory of Domania. The pack is known for her accommodating atmosphere of crime-free episodes, harmony and love among her members. The bond among her members is so strong to the extent that the pack sets out dates, probably, once a year, to mark the anniversary of another year of peaceful co-existence.

The room is dark and the man on the bed is half-dead. He is my mate and Alpha of the Domania pack. This is the fourteenth day after he was attacked by Nonsio. I have little knowledge about what transpired which landed him in the net of the Alpha of the blood and skull. Sentinel mind-linked me to the scene where I found him in the pool of his blood. It was a sad sight.

"W-what happened? Call an Ambulance"

I asked Sentinel who was just there, with his arms folded. He stood as if nothing happened, Little did I know the reasons behind his partial indifference. Lingard's rib was seriously wounded. The sight of it tells how deep the claws of Nonsio had gone inside of him. His face was also badly injured. The claws left three deepened, wounded vertical lines on his countenance.

His eyes were semi-closed as a result of their exposure to the claws as well.

"No ambulance! You two take me home or leave me to die here"

Lingard ordered in a rather breaking tone. As he spoke, tons of blood popped out from his broken ribs. I hardly understood what he was saying. It was after his response that I concluded in my thought that Sentinel must've been rebuked as well. So, we took him home in one of his deep blue, fairly used SUV vehicle.

"S-S-Sentinel, I bar you and the whole from going to fight the Blood and Skull. No revenge, no bloodshed!"

He managed to say that before we departed the place. But why would he say such after he was badly injured? Maybe, he's trying to protect his pack again.

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Since we took him home, Jael and I have been keeping watch over him every day and night. We take shifts in the process. At some point, we'll be like "It's your turn mom, or Jael, as the case would be if either of us needs some rest." The yellow light-emitting lantern in the room, in which he lies, has been put off. He said he could not sleep with it being lit. I have been in charge of the watch-over since 8 pm. I made sure my Alpha ate his dinner. Although he took a small amount of the meal, I am okay with it. I stayed on for 3 hours when a wave of sleep knocked me out. A bang on the door sent me back up. It is Lawrence Chanson; a Beta werewolf of the Domania. I sprung up from the sofa which I lay on. Moving erratically, given to being tossed like a zombie, I finally find my way to the door. After peeping through the small hole in the door, I see who it is. He must be affected by Alpha Lingard's health condition.

"Hey Lawrence, it's late already. I hope nothing bad has happened. "No... Not really." "Good! If it's not a big deal, do you mind coming back tomorrow morning?"

"Huh. I'm sorry for not making it sooner, I have been snowed under lately. I couldn't stop to see how Alpha Lingard is fairing." I spoke from the inside.

In my pack, the Beta is given fair treatment, but not up to the extent of visiting the Alpha's abode in the late hours of the night. His reply came in a sound that was void of proper understanding of what he was saying, so I placed my right ear on the door to keep track of the message. Lawrence has always been modest. He is a very dedicated member of the pack. His coming was not different from what stooped to conquer my thought, the moment I saw him from the door-eye. "Oh! It's fine Lawrence. Alpha Lingard is recuperating at a rather slow pace. But I assure you that he's better than the way he was yesterday. I'll be sure to let him know that you came. Thank you for stopping by, Lawrence."

"Alright. Thank you, and goodnight, Mother Sonia."

He replied as he hit the road back home. Another shocking thing about members of the pack is their calling me "Mother Sonia." Maybe they think I'm pleased with it. No! I'm not. It makes me feel uncomfortable. Though, on the other hand, while being called "mother" is beautiful, how about being called a mother by someone older than you? Not a thing I admire. After closing the door, I walked back to the sofa where I sat, or perhaps, lay to take care of my wounded Alpha. My ass didn't balance on the sofa, when a powerful, rather kidney-disassembling cough, shook him with full force. Is this the end of him?