"It's scary when someone brings so much happiness to your life because at any second they can leave and take it with them."
~Unknown

Pom couldn't sleep. Her mind ran a million miles per minute. Everything was so new, so fresh, so alive. She had her wolf now. She felt complete. After all the years she endured being 'human' like she finally felt like she belonged. The only thing that used to tie her to lycanthropy was the fact that she would get a heat, but now she had claws. She had fur. She could smell...so well.

Not to mention her wolf. She was having an internal war with Pom. The other part wanted to do everything Pomelia wasn't so sure about. She was a bit more aggressive then her and she even threatened to kill the birds outside at night. Apparently her wolf did not appreciate them singing the middle of the night. Another big problem with her wolf was War.

With the overwhelming feelings she had for him coupled with the complete infatuation her wolf was currently dealing with concerning their mate, she had told him she loved him. It was true. Pom had never seen someone do things for her out of the kindness of their heart. Even the people at the compound would always say their kindness was just due to praising the goddess...but not War. He had been kind and sweet on his own accord and that just made Pomelia tumble quickly down a rabbit hole of lust and love for the man.

Even though War didn't say it back yesterday she knew he cared for her. She was sure people process feelings different and she knew for a fact that was how War's brain worked. Was it a little disappointing that he didn't say it back? Yes, but she knew he cared for her. That would be enough right now. Her wolf was a different story though.

Her wolf had littered her mind and thoughts with War. His body, his voice, his lips. Her wolf was obsessed with the male and she had tried many times throughout the night to not be touching War.

Unfortunately he always wraps his arm around her and pulls her close against his chest. The only problem was that his erection...which he had mostly every night into the morning was especially digging into her behind and lower back and her wolf was begging to do something about it.

Before Pom knew it, her wolf was pressuring her to grind against War. She tried to fight the urge as best as she could, but experimentally pressed against War's straining member. Pom's wolf wanted to go further than that, but she shut the lustful wolf out of her mind even though the animal was trying to break down the confides of her mind.

Pom froze when she heard a growl leave her mates lips. Then she felt his hand travel over her hip, grabbing her tightly. Pressing her against his erection even more.

Biting her lip softly, she tried to stop the moan bubbling up within her. War's arousal was ready to choke her, not to mention his fingers digging into her hip, and the soft growling in her ear.

Then his phone rang. War stiffened against her before she felt him moving and shifting in the bed.

"What?!" War snapped lowly into the phone, almost making her jump.

With Pomelia's improved hearing she was able to hear who was on the other line. It sounded like Trent's voice...? "I need a fucking excuse to go see that priestess. She's the record keeper. Does your mate have any records I can snatch up or did she take them?"

Pom was confused... "You can grab her records," War said quietly as she felt his voice drop a few octaves. It was getting hard to hear him. All she heard was War telling his friend her full name before he hung the phone up.

War sighed loudly before she felt the warmth of his body come closer to her again. "I know you're awake."

Pom pressed her lips together tightly, trying to stop the laugh about to bubble over.  Then she felt his hand smooth over her side and hike higher...till he reached under her arm. He was about to tickle her!

"No! Good morning!" She squealed, as she flipped onto her back, fighting off War's big hands. "War no!" She squealed as he continued to try and tickle her.

He was laughing, trying weakly to play fight with her. Pom could tell he was holding back a lot and it made her even more happy. It would be so incredibly easy for War to overpower her, yet he was purposely holding back.

As they mock wrestled, of course things lead to one another and in less than a few seconds, War was settled atop of her, kissing and suckling her mouth til she was sure her lips were swollen and she was panting for breath.

While War pulled back to breathe, she looked up at him, his intense cool eyes staring intently at the mark he had given her. She didn't know what was going on in that head of his...so she decided to ask.

"You don't love me do you?"

He stiffened. She watched him open his mouth then shut it, a loud sigh resonating within him. She smiled at him, reaching out to his cheek. "It's okay War. You can tell me the truth."

"I don't," he revealed to her, making her smile falter. She knew it already but it still hurt to hear it. "I can't live without you...I know that," he explained to her as her smile brightened a fraction. "I'm sorry."

Pomelia shook her head, wriggling her wrists so that he would let go of her. She noticed War enjoyed pinning her down. She had no problem with that...she was sure it was just a male control situation.

Once she was able to sit up a bit, she kissed him chastely on the lips. "Don't be sorry for your feelings. I know you care for me, War. You would have never marked me if you didn't."

A look of relief crossed his features. "Thanks for not being upset." That made Pomelia sad. War was so guarded and different...she yearned to know more about him. She loved him...and she didn't even know his last name.

"You're fine War," she told him as she tried to find a way to bring up his life. "Does our pack have mating ceremonies? If we do...I would like to know the last name I'll be taking," she smiled to him as he gave her a wary look.

He sat back, creating some distance between them. "It's Apsel and yeah...if couples want to we have ceremonies."

Pomelia Apsel... It was a nice last name she supposed. "What's the origin? It sounds Irish maybe? Or German or-"

"-I don't know," he said quickly, as she noticed her phone was blinking. She picked it up and ignored a little reminder before going to the little internet icon.

"Well we can always ask the Internet!" She smiled as her mate didn't give away much emotion as she carefully typed in the meaning and origin of such a last name.

At the meaning, she had to giggle. It was such a contradiction, his name. "War your name means peace. Father of peace and your first name is War. You're a peaceful war," she laughed as he just stared at her...blinking.

"War is just...it's a nickname."

A nickname? Pom didn't even know his real
name...and she confessed her love for him?! Shame and guilt began to take root in her soul, before her wolf quickly started tugging at those roots pulling them out of the ground. They wouldn't regret loving him...

"Oh? Well what is it?"

He sighed. "I don't like people calling me it," he warned her as she nodded her head making a mental note of that. "But it's Warren."

Warren. Warren? She liked it. Pomelia instantly found herself repeating the name he literally just told her not to and quickly found out that it wasn't a good idea.

War had invaded her personal space, jaw clenched, nostrils flared and eyes glowing. He looked angry...furious even. "I'm sorry. I won't say it again," she gulped, fighting the urge to lean away from him. She made a mistake...

"No," he growled, his lips almost brushing hers. "Say it again," he demanded softly as Pom felt like melting into a puddle yet again.

Exhaling shortly, she whispered his name ever so gently before his lips fell upon hers. War was relentless with his mouth as he laid her down yet again, and took control over her body.

Pom knew that every time she said his name between breaths, he would become more wild and assertive. She enjoyed it.

"I want to touch you," War told her, his voice thick with want as a hard shiver ran over her body. She wanted to know what it felt like to be touched...to be caressed...

He wanted to touch her? Her entire body ached for him...what parts was he planning on caressing? Would she be able to handle it? She yearned for his touch...but was just so shy.

"Yes," Pom whispered, thinking about the uncomfortable sensation pooling between her thighs. Or how her wolf wanted them to give War complete and utter control. It was okay to do, she couldn't get in trouble. He was her mate, and she was no longer a novice.

"Warren," she gasped between their lip locking as she felt his hand push the material up of her night gown. She didn't have any panties on...nothing was separating War's hand and her innocence.

Pom held her breath when his hand touched the short tuft of curls...protecting her sex from him. She instantly broke their kiss, reaching down to cover her self. "I feel too exposed," she whispered to him, as he was about to withdraw his hand from under her dress.

She grabbed his large hand through the material. "N-no! I want you to touch me. Please," She pleaded as his hand was on her hipbone, stroking the skin gently. His hand remained near her hips as they delved into their kiss once again.

She could feel War's wolf coming out, by the way his teeth were growing, nipping at her lips, or the growls he was emitting deepening. All that did was add fuel to the fire of raging hormones Pomelia was trying to deal with.

"Y-you can touch me," Pomelia whimpered, parting her thighs for him. Her next words of surprise were swallowed up by his mouth as his fingers slid over her slit and delved between those soaking lips.

Pom broke their kiss, pleasure stirring below her belly as her mate's fingers stole her breath away. Her body went tense as War found a rhythm, rubbing the swollen little nerve gently, stopping their kiss a few times to just stare at Pomelia's lust ridden face.

She tried to stifle her moans to the best of her ability, but it seemed as if War didn't want that. Every time she bit her lip or pressed her face into the pillow, the pressure would become almost unbearable.

Then she felt something pushing at her entrance. His lips were on her the moment his digit sunk into her warmth, making her stiffen under him. It was an odd feeling, a feeling she didn't particularly like or dislike.

The uncomfortable feeling quickly left as his thumb left off where he first started. She whimpered, her eyes widening when his finger began to thrust inside of her with ease.

"You're so beautiful," he complimented her as Pomelia felt herself losing the war on civility. Her shyness and gentle demeanor was soon slipping away as a gnawing hunger began to build up in her belly.

She cried out as her hips began to move with War's thrusts, helping in achieving the delicious foreign  feeling. "War," she rasped, as she felt like she was seconds from maybe passing out? Or definitely dying...

Her mate didn't seem concerned, instead he seemed almost hypnotized, enthralled by her insistent cries and restless body reacting to what he was doing.

Pomelia died. Or felt like it. An explosion of pleasure crashed over her like a wave she couldn't escape. Her muscles spasmed and she cried out, feeling War's mouth on her neck sucking gently at her mark.

"War-ren," she gasped, weak and shivering from the aftershocks of her pleasure as his hand slowly slipped from her soaking core. He was rubbing her inner thighs, which were already ticklish and incredibly sensitive.

Pom had never felt like this before. She felt as if she were floating on air. No one had told her or explained to her in their health studies that this was possible...

Glancing at War with a shy smile, she realized that she was fully sated and War wasn't. She didn't know what she was going to do next but...she would figure something out to help him.

War bent down to kiss her lips, groaning as he did so. "You're beautiful...inside and out," he complimented her as she blushed, a different type of feeling fluttering in her stomach.

Her eyes immediately glanced to his straining...anatomy. The large tent in his pants had to be painful. She hesitantly reached out to touch his clothed member, before pausing. "Oh...um can I?"

War took a deep breath, his nostrils flaring and his icy like eyes brightening as he stared at her hand. He grabbed it before she could touch him. "No...I can't."

What was she supposed to do now? He made her feel great now she wanted to return the favor. "Oh...I know I'm not educated in how to pleasure you but if you teach me...um maybe I can help."

"That's not why."

Maybe someone hurt him? Now he was afraid to be touched? That turned Pomelia's insides. She hoped no one harmed her mate like that... "What is it? You can tell me, Warren."

His eyes flickered to her own, and she gulped again. The look her mate was giving her was akin to torture, turmoil. What was hurting him? "The same reason why...I don't love you."

It still hurt as much as the first time he said but, she was glad he was truthful. "Oh. You're not ready?"

"I feel bad," he said cryptically. "I'm...I can't tell you things from the past...I feel bad that I can't tell you these things."

Pomelia quickly adjusted her gown so that her intimate parts weren't revealed. She touched his arm. "War people make mistakes. It's life...if you regret them and stopped doing whatever you're so...so ashamed about and repent everything will be okay."

"I haven't stopped."

The turn their conversation went wasn't a good one. Pomelia felt a terrible sense of hopelessness suddenly. He wouldn't tell her what he's done. He wasn't stopping whatever he was so ashamed of. What did that mean? What was he doing?

She was at a loss for words, the wheels in her mind trying to work overtime and process all that was happening. "I...well why? Will you tell me what it is? Maybe I can help."

Her mate gave her a wary look, and as soon as he opened his mouth, his phone rang. He looked relieved almost and quickly picked up the phone.

"Reese?"

"Aye me and Mei are on our way. That rhymes man! Anyway yeah she said something about us having breakfast together. She's excited to meet your mate. Don't worry I told her not to be a bitch to you."

War groaned, slapping his hand onto his forehead. "How far away?"

"We'll be their in like 20 minutes. Remember no talks about my bro. See ya."

War hung up the phone and looked to her. He seemed annoyed. "We have to get dressed...alpha Reese and his mate are stopping by."

"Oh, that's nice. It would be nice to meet them," she said encouragingly, watching his face sour. "Or not?"

He shook his head. "His mate doesn't like me," he confessed. "And she doesn't know why we're here."

They were here for her to heal up and for him to help in finding Alpha Reese's brother? How could that be a secret? "Oh, so what do we tell her?"

"Just..we're here for a little vacation," he lied as Pom felt odd. She really didn't like lying too much especially to strangers... but if it would help ease her mate's stressed out demeanor, she would. "That's it."

Pomelia didn't know why they had to lie, or what secrets he was keeping but she would help her mate. He had to have a good reason as to why he was doing this. She smiled. "Okay. I'll...I'll lie."

"Thanks."

"But War you have to tell me what's going on eventually. I'm your mate and...and you can't keep me in the dark forever."

"Yeah, I know."

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Hey guys.
Sorry the update is so late my life is hectic.

Imagine a fairy queen blizzard being flipped upside down for the thick test and then it all falling to the ground🤣

THATS ME.

Anyway chapters thirty two and thirty three
Should be up on Patreon by the end of the week.

Hope you all have a great week!🥰