MATE!!

King was in a dumbstruck daze staring at what was the mate he thought did not exist.

His wolf was purring in his mind and all he did was eagerly agree to it all.

Our mate is so unique and lovely!

Reds our new favorite color!

Yes, it is. It fits him so well.

He's so strong, taking on three of our warriors for this long.

Wait.

Anger filled him as a loud snarl passed threw his lips making the wolves cower around him. Only the three warriors still attacking his mate were still moving not realizing he was mad at them.

He bared his teeth dangerously.

One's teeth sunk into his mates lovely neck and he saw red.

"Enough!"

His Alpha voice snarled in a dark tone and it sounded like two people were talking because his wolf and him were speaking as one in their rage.

He didn't even give them time to stop as he launched at his own pack Warriors, his sharp teeth digging into one while his claws are ripping into another the third one luckily retreated before he got the same treatment.

They probably think he's gone mad.

And perhaps he did. Just a little bit.

Later he knew he was going to have to tell them sorry. He ripped into them snarling his voice still of him and his wolf.

"How dare you sink your filthy teeth into my mate, your Luna!?"

He knew very well the shock going around through his pack at his own words.

But he didn't care, he was going to kill the wolves that dare hurt his mate.

Thankfully a whimper snapped him out of it.

He dropped the bloody wolf and his head snap to his beautiful mate.

That was lying on the ground bleeding out.

Pain filled him and he quickly tried to go and help.

Help. Help lovely mate.

You mean down and his nose pressed into the Rogues side. So Soft. Smell so good. Mate. Mark. Want. Love. Care. Mine.

Pain.

He let out a shocked pained bark yanking back, blood trailing down the side of his muzzle. His mate had bit him!

The Rogue was snarling dangerously at him.

Did his mate not feel the sparks? The pull?

No.

His mate is a rogue.

But even so he could hear his wolf in his head drooling in his head.

Mate so lovely! So strong! Mark mate! Mine mine mine! Fill with many pups, make plump! Love mate! Make love to mate! Give mate everything!

He tryed to block it put and look his mate over.

His mate was weaknd greatly.

What brought his mate here?

This form shifted not caring to be naked before his shocked pack instead slowly moved closer to his growling mate who was warning him away, snapping at him, the Rogues fur on end to look even bigger.

He whimpers. Dose his mate not want him?

No. His mate is just confused. His mate is sick.

He studied the Rogue before him carefully. The snarling bloody jaws the, evil red eyes making him wonder of his mates real eye color.

The thin form that only looked big becuse of the thick fur.

Thin.

Fur.

His eyes widen as he stalked around Rogue who was trying to keep an eye on him and surprisingly was watching him well, lashing teeth warningly still his body already starting to heal.

King let a growl of his own out and was finally on the opposite side of where he was before, the Rogue still facing him.

He reached his hand back causing the Rogue to crutch getting ready to attack him until he saw what King grabbed, causing the red eyes to show confusion the growling becoming lower, uncertain.

He had grabbed a big pice of ham.

King noticed the Rogue just watching him, though didn't look any less threatening.

Did the Rogue recognise this?

"Easy lovely. This is for you but I'll need you to calm down." He purrs holding it put.

As if. Give mate anythang he wants when he wants it.

The Rogue sniffed the air letting out of soft growl but lowered even more onto the ground, crawling slowly to King who felt glea at this.

That is, until not only did the ham go into his mates mouth, but so did half of his arm.

The wolves around him snarl but though he felt pain go through him he couldn't help but admire his mates teeth. Such a lovely pure white, deadly, and beautiful even with the blood on them.

Strong jaw ready to rip his arm off.

But didn't.

So he just smiled.

Mate must know it's us!

"Dose that taste good? You look hungry. You can have more." King praticly purrs his words out.

The deadly animal seemed taken back.

Why?

He didn't know.

But his Rogue mate let him go, ears pulled back slightly as if unsure how to feel.

King grins at this and carefully grabs another chunk of meat to hold out.

The Rogue sniffs and this time only lightly bites his hand to get the meat, swallowing quickly.

Mate must be starved. Feed him everything he wants!

His pack around him stared unsure of what to do as he began to feed the werewolf every chunk of meat he could reach.

Untill he ran out.

King sort of expected the Rouge to attack him at that moment or at least growl.

But joy came off him instead as his lovely mate moved closer sniffing his body curiously. He boldly reached out to pet his mate that flinched and let out a snarl of warning.

He didn't remove his hand and just lightly rubbed the muzzle.

Slowly he moved closer running his fingers through the softest fur imaginable and this is while all the fur was dirty. He can't wait to feel his mate cleaned.

As the creature began to relax for him he decided to push it and give an experimental tug at the fur on the back of the neck.

He breathed out the air he was holding as the fox like werewolf stepped towards the direction he tugged.

"Everyone. Slowly get away from the house. I'm bringing him in." He mutters mind linking two warriors to stay a bit close to close the door behind them.

Only after he was sure his orders were followed he began to give light pulls and tugs on the fur leading his mate to the double doors. For now his only goal was to get his mate inside and out of the cold and snow.

His mate will be unable to leave the first floor seeing as Rogues can't shift but at least inside it will be hard for his mate to leave him.

He won't let his mate leave him.

Ever.

"Good boy." He mutters being extra slow to get his Rogue made through the doors.

His mate looked around realizing he was no longer outside.

King brace himself for anything when the creatures snarled backing up but the doors were already shut.

His mate let out a cry that was so painful it was like it is ripping his heart out. As if stunned he was knocked over when his mate pushed past him, his eyes widened as his mates body, while running, began to shift.

It was like slow motion to him.

The body becoming smaller less Fury until no fur. Then a boy took the place of that lovely creature.

Was it wrong he's hard just from this one look?

His mate was running naked through the living room.

Yeeessss!!! So sexy! That ass! Just imagine pounding into it! Those lips calling our name. That stomach, imigain it full of our pups! Our mate is perfect! Clame mate before anyone has ideas!

Well, his wolf was talkative all of a sudden today.

Beautiful reddish black hair, red eyes that made him wish to know his mates real eye color, but red looked sexy on him too.

Perfect milk Ivory skin that made him just wonder if it was as soft as it looked. He just wanted to- his eyes widen.

His mate was almost to the front door.

He lunged grabbing his mates arm, his other arm going around his mates waist pulling him back into his chest sparks almost making him moan loudly.

So the skin was as soft as it looked. Not to mention the figure was sexy.

Even if he could see his mates ribs, see old scars that must have been deadly deep and his mate was in need of a bath being bloody and dirty.

Emotions ran threw him.

But their was other matters to attend to.

How did a Rouge shift?

He can't recall anyone seeing a Rouge shift once they gone Rouge.

How did a Rouge, a mindless animal, know to go for the door to escape?

What gave him scars so deep and bad you can still see them?

Where can he find whatever did that to him?

What food dose his mate like so he can start fattening his mate up?

But more importantly before he gets blue balls from holding back and take his mate, who was surprisingly skillfully trying to get out of his grip but he was thankfully stronger, was rubbing that ass all over his cock pushing back to get leverage and twist. But only managing to make his cock throb.

What is up with his body?

He knows mates can do something to you if you've gone too long without one but this is a bit crazy.

Where can he find clothes to fit his mate?