SMUT WARNING in this chapter

Noah POV

The door to my room bursts open, and Troy and Sam enter.

"We must go now!" Troy yells, yanking me up from my bed.

Without any word of explanation, I'm dragged downstairs. I trash in their grip; I have every reason not to trust them, no matter what.

"Fuck, Noah, please trust us!" Troy screams, but I don't intend to, especially when I'm taken outside and see Charlie being pushed to the car as Travis and Tyler go somewhere with him. He looks at me, totally panicked, also not understanding what is happening. Fuck, and Tyler is with him; I look at Sam, who has a fucking smirk of satisfaction on his face as he also pushes me into the car. Two warriors must help him since I put a lot of resistance.

Troy is driving as Sam tries to keep me still in the backseat of the car.

"Noah, it's for your safety. Tonya has started her mating heat," Troy manages to say, and my body goes still.

Mating heat means that her wolf will take over and do anything possible to mate and mark us; she won't be able to control her actions completely.

"Don't worry; everything is prepared; you won't end marked," Sam says but soon whispers to my ear, making sure that Troy doesn't hear, "It's better if you both die than end marked by her, you filthy trash."

Fear runs through me. Has Tonya decided to kill us to avoid marking? No, she isn't like that; she would never do that. But Sam can, and Tyler... Charlie is alone with Tyler;  someone has already tried to poison him once. In her current state, Tonya won't be able to protect him.

And that's when Sam, who is holding me flat on the car seat, yanks me up by the collar of my T-shirt, and I punch him, causing him to lose his balance and me to get the upper hand. The car moves so fast that when Sam and I start trashing with each other, we hit Troy, who loses control of the car, and we crash into the tree.

The impact causes Troy to be thrown through the front glass. He should have fastened his seatbelts. Sam whispers in pain, being hit in the head, and seems lost in what has just happened, but I don't waste time. I push him away from me and run as fast as I can. He doesn't chase me but goes in the direction of Troy, who, although wounded, still screams for me not to do it.

But I run, I run as fast as I can. The rogue collar on my neck makes it impossible to shift, but I know where I am. Close to the border with human territory, if I pass it, they won't be able to chase me in their wolf form, and because I'm also close to the main road, catching the ride won't be difficult.

I don't stop running; I could do it just run away without looking back; they won't be able to find me. That's my chance of freedom, of being independent again. Since I'm wearing the collar, Linus won't be able to stop me from leaving my mates behind; I will get what think I want: freedom from all of this. Is it really what I want?

I clench my teeth, not stopping running in the opposite direction, into the direction of the packhouse. I must ensure Charlie is safe; I won't leave Tonya. I refuse to be separated from both of them.

Suddenly, I stop moving, knowing that someone is coming; I stand on the hill, which is covered with wet grass and high trees, as I watch Beta Kathy in her wolf form growling at me.

"Where is Charlie? Is he safe?" I say.

She seems confused, but I trust her; I trust her to understand my intention. A loud growl echoes around, and both of us get uncomfortable. I feel Linus in my mind; he knows that she is coming. My nostrils slowly take in the strong smell that both tempts and scares me and my wolf. Alphas under the control of their dominant hormones are dangerous.

Kathy can't do anything to help me; she can only escape. If she tries to take me somewhere else when Silver catches us, she will kill her. Her Alpha instincts and heat pheromones will cause her to see any wolf around me as a threat that has to be eliminated, and we both know that.

"Please go to Charlie and stay with him all the time. Tonya won't hurt me," I whisper, knowing that she understands, her I trust. Do I trust Tonya?

Kathy turns around and runs away, as the sound of paws hitting the ground and howling is approaching. Honestly, I haven't expected her to be that fast. Troy must've mindlinked about my escape, and Tonya has lost it.

I'm scared; I'm afraid of what is about to happen. Of what she is capable to do with me. After all, she despises me, so now, under the control of her primal instincts, anything can happen.

I hear the noise of crashing branches and turn around in her direction. Soon, she is standing in front of me; her fur shines silver in the sun. So beautiful, so dangerous, her dark eyes pierce through me as she bares her teeth. I slowly get on my knees and bow my head, trying to show her my submission. If it weren't for the collar, Linus would already take over; the scent of her heat is driving me crazy.

But as horny as I am, as scared I am. Silver bares her fangs; she could kill me with one movement, and she gets closer to me. I don't dare to raise my eyes.

I bare my neck; she is an Alpha, an ultimate force, now impossible to control or to reason with. I don't dare to look, but I hear her sniffing me as she pants hard. Her monstrous fangs are so close to my face. I'm sure she is furious because I tried to run away; because of everything that happened. Her nose moves around me from time to time, prodding my shoulder or my face; I don't dare to look at her. I huddle as she starts rubbing her big body all over me, scenting me, making sure that I no longer have any other wolf scent on me but hers, all the time releasing low snarls. When she finishes, I hear the sound of bones moving, but I don't dare to raise my eyes and look at her.

She can easily hurt me if I do something since she is no longer entirely in charge of her actions. She growls lowly as she harshly yanks my head up by my hair. She may be in her human form now, but her black eyes make it evident that Silver is in charge. My neck is perfectly exposed as she moves her slightly extended claws on it.

"MINE," she says in a raspy voice, moving surprisingly gently the tips of her claws on the line of my jaw and to my lips, causing sparks and tingles to go through my body. Her scent is overwhelming; I'm aroused, and she certainly can smell it.

Alpha in heat is dangerous, Alpha in heat is so beautiful, she is so beautiful...

She smashes our lips together in a flash, and I submit to her kiss, allowing her to push her tongue into my mouth, not that I have the strength to stop her. The kiss is rough but full of desire. Soon, I lie on my back as she straddles me, ripping my T-shirt off of me alongside the rogue collar, her lips are still on mine as she moves her hands up and down my exposed chest and stomach, but the moment I reach to wrap my arms around her she snarls and pins them above my head. Linus tries to take over, but I fight him; I must maintain at least some control in the present situation.

She bares her canines and reaches to my neck, and for a slight moment, I'm scared that she will rip through my throat, but she doesn't. I feel her teeth gently biting a skin in the crook of my neck; by instinct, I move my head to give her better access. The pleasure runs through my body as she feists on my flash and moves down to graze on my collarbone and next nipples. I pant hard, unable to move, feeling her teeth and lips on my skin. She lets go of my arms to rip my trousers off of me. I feel the summer wind on my skin as I lie under her, totally exposed, totally on her mercy. I don't dare to move since her dominance is so overwhelming, and yet, strangely, I'm certain she won't hurt.

And truth be told, I no longer care about what she possibly can do. Linus is pushing to the front, yearning for her as strong as I. She is perfect; every curve of her body is flawless. I want to touch her and feel her breasts in both hands, but she holds me so strong that any movement is impossible.

Alphas are incredibly dominant.

She once again yanks my hair, forcing me to stabilize on my elbows as she lowers her hips. She is so wet that I feel no resistance as my length enters her. She slowly takes me in, and somewhere at the back of my head, I realize it's her first time, but she doesn't seem to be in any pain as she starts moving her hips.

Still keeping her hand in my hair and her second on my chest, she rides me, moving back and forth, and I can't do anything by taking it, accepting it, enjoying it with every breath. I feel something building up inside me as we both pant rigid, unable to move our eyes from each other. I have never been that horny, my muscles are strained, and I have to bite my lips not to scream. I feel good; my body reacts to her presence and movements, but the fear is still inside me. Because this is just physical, she isn't fully here with me; she is just lost in the dizziness of her heat; her and Silver's primal instinct, not their feelings, pushed us into this situation.

She starts moving faster; her strokes become more brutal as she grinds on my hips with a big force. I try to withhold, but I can't; her movements stimulate me so much that soon I cum.

She smiles with satisfaction, letting go of my hair and leaning closer to kiss me. Once again, she explores my mouth, and I let her do it; I let her do whatever she wishes to do. She stands up to roughly turn me around on my stomach; I feel her lips and teeth on my back as she kisses her way down my spine, squeezing my buttocks and spreading my legs with her knees. She roughly yanks my hips up, and I feel her palm moving up and down my cock, not stopping caressing my back. 

The proximity of her body, her touch, and her scent... it all makes me ready again very quickly. Linus instincts also take over him; I feel my eyes shifting back and forth. He and because of him, my body responds to her touch.

She turns me around to ride me again, but this time, she pulls me to sit, wrapping her arms around me and trapping my face between her breasts so I can nibble on it; I put my hand on her thighs, and this time, I move too. She seems pleased with my actions as, once again, we get lost in pleasure, riding our orgasm and giving each other as much pleasure as possible. This is mindless sex; our wolves are in charge and seem incredibly pleased with this.

She unwraps her arms from around me but instead grabs me by my neck so she can kiss me, and I respond. During our first intercourse, there was a rush in her movements, a hurry to get satisfaction as fast as possible. This time, she moves more rhythmically, responding to my strokes; she prolongs our pleasure and makes me tiptoe on the edge.

Suddenly, she stops to lie down on her back. She pulls me on top of her, but she wraps her legs around me as I hover over her, stabilizing myself on my elbows. But the moment I reach her neck with my lips, she growls and harshly pulls me by my hair. She moves her hips, almost crashing me between her legs; my arched neck almost hurts. Once again, I can't make any move as she sucks on my neck, leaving many hickeys. And yet, my body gives her what she wants and needs without hesitation.

We go like that for hours, without any sense of logic, purely on our instinct and subconscious's desire; that this is what we want and need. She takes me how she wants, uses me over and over again; at one moment, I'm in and out of consciousness, too tired to move, to think. Linus and my body give her what she wants.

I doubt that moment of mindless sex will change something or solidify anything between us. And yet I don't care if I will ever be nothing more than a fuck toy for her. At least I got to have that. I've got to see her drunk with lust and passion; I got to be the first to touch her; I got to be the most important thing for her, even if only for a short moment.

But at the same time, there is this torn in my heart; she said "mine" many times, but not once that she loves me.