A month had passed without success.

The search for his mate was more difficult than Erwin had initially thought. He was always keen to travel east, rarely made detours in other directions. The highway and various country roads showed him the way, the scarf as his guide and beacon always in his hand or on his nose to always recall the addictive scent and as a reminder of what was most important at the moment.

He knew only too well for whom and why he started this search, and his desire to make the beautiful unknown his partner was unbroken, but during the one-month trip Erwin realized more and more that he was reaching the limits of his strength. He ate little, and slept less, if at all, in his Porsche on the back seat or in a hotel, if he was in a city.

It was astonishing for Erwin to see and feel how much his behavior and demands changed as soon as his mate was concerned. Everything was just about finding and taking her home, everything else was irrelevant. Eating, sleeping, a comfortable bed ... Everything became unimportant because of the goal he had in mind.

He began to understand that all the stories Robert had told him about wanting to do anything for his mate, without regard to losses, maybe were not as crazy as Erwin had always thought. He just thought that Robert was exaggerating, but now, Erwin was here: On the highway to the east, already a month on the road with only the bare essentials and desperately clinging to a yellow scarf.

Yes, Erwin was desperate ...

Desperate to finally see success in his quest, desperate to finally bury his face, his nose in the neck of his loved one and to absorb the scent that enchanted him so much directly from its source, and of course to finally unite with his loved one, mentally and physically.

His wolf was always awake, always with him, making sure they didn't miss the slightest trace, always alert, always ready.

Because he too became impatient, more and more desperate. His instinct burned in him like wildfire, discharged in spontaneous fits of rage so that Erwin quickly had to look for something that he could destroy completely.

Mostly tree trunks, or old cars on the side of the road.

Erwin's love life was now completely on ice.

Where there used to be a new woman waiting every night to serve him, there was nothing left now. The unexpected change and familiarization turned his libido upside down.

Erwin almost boiled with desire and an unfulfilled thirst for sex. So much, that he was tempted to stop at the next best brothel to load some hooker into the car just to blow off some steam. But he didn't.

Erwin remained strong, for his own sake and for the benefit of his future partner. What should she think of him if it came out that he chose some hookers indiscriminately just because there was a somewhat longer dry spell?

No no no. Erwin was more than that, was stronger than his instincts made him appear, more than just muscles and a cock. And he would prove it; to himself and his beloved.

After another week on the road, Erwin stopped in a larger city for the first time in a long period. He had driven all over the country, always holding his nose in the wind, whether he was carrying a hint of his favorite scent.

Erwin was just beyond the border of Colorado, more than 1,000 miles as the crow flies from his home. He often thought about home, whether Robert was getting along and whether the other Alphas had already rebelled.

Robert had called him last week to find out how Erwin was doing and to give a brief report of the situation, and so far everything went well, which calmed Erwin's nerves. The Alphas had been kept in check for the time being and the business around ' Smith Bros. Investments' was running no matter his absence.

Robert did his job well, very well, but still asked Erwin how long he would be on the road.

Robert was not made for this work. He was a big and strong leader, a born alpha and pack leader, but unfortunately, he lacked the sense of business.

Erwin, on the other hand, was a born leader, alpha and CEO. Within a few years, he had managed to build an empire that would bring in millions. He was more than proud of this, but his private life suffered greatly in return.

Not that he had a lot in his private environment to look forward to as soon as he left his office, but the lack of free time to pursue his hobby, parachuting, training, eating outside or just doing nothing, was tiring.

Another good reason to hurry up with the search.

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It was only 7 in the morning and Erwin was about to check out of the hotel before he would get something to eat.

He handed his credit card to the young woman behind the reception desk and when their fingers touched for only a brief moment, the young woman dropped the card with a light gasp.

Erwin looked up to notice a seductive blush on her face as their eyes met.

The little girl was certainly not averse to his appearance, that much was certain. The longer her eyes stayed locked, the more Erwin smelled the scent of her growing excitement.

He knew what effect he has on women, whether human or werewolf, but Erwin had made a promise to himself: he would only give himself to his partner and unite with her alone, with no one else.

How can he demand loyalty if he was unable to do it himself?

So he just faded out the sweet smell in the air and returned her shy, albeit cute, attempts to approach with a charming smile as he pushed the credit card towards her.

"Here you go. I would like to check out," he said in an angelic voice and he could have sworn to almost taste her longing sigh.

"Y-yes, of course. Just a moment, sir. "

After checking out and refusing an attempt from the young woman to get his phone number, Erwin turned his back on the hotel, ready to move on.

He walked about 5 minutes to a nearby bakery that looked very promising.

A wide selection of sweet pastries, rolls and snacks made it difficult for Erwin to choose.

In the end, he had 2 donuts, a filled baguette, and a black coffee-to-go.

Back at his Porsche Cayenne, with breakfast stowed on the passenger seat, Erwin took a moment of rest for himself. With the window wide open, he was sitting in his car, leaning back in the driver's seat with his eyes closed as he let out a deep sigh.

He had been away from the human world for far too long. A lot had happened outside of his territory. Some lonely wolves who called this world their home immediately recognized him by his smell and made a big detour around him. It was not difficult to recognize fellow species.

The smell and behavior stayed forever, no matter how long you live among humans.

Unfortunately, none of these wolves could help him.

Erwin felt how he slowly dozed off into sleep and jumped up, startled. The lack of sleep in the past few weeks took its toll on him. With a dull groan, he stretched out his arms, his bones in his elbows and fingers cracked and filled him with a feeling of relief and satisfaction.

"Time to go," he said to himself, and started the engine, the window already moving upward as a slight breeze blew through the last narrow slit, and when he breathed in the sweet air, his whole body was shaken by a lightning struck.

"MATE!"

The deep rumble of his wolf tore Erwin out of his tiredness, his eyes wide awake, pupils dilated, his mind crystal clear and razor-sharp.

He was close. Close to find her! Not a single trail for weeks, and now the wind has given him another clue.

"FIND HERE! SOUTH " growled his wolf.

"What you can rely on!"

Now Erwin knew that he was on the right track. The wind came from the south and brought him the relieving scent he longed for.

Erwin started the engine with renewed enthusiasm and zest for action, immediately pulling over his car and ignoring the loud honks and curses of the other drivers on the road.

Erwin opened the window again, stuck his head out to taste the air, not to lose the scent. It was weak, but it was there!

It smelled even better than before, better than the comfort he found in the scarf as the only clue.

Within a few minutes Erwin was on the highway south, the window still wide open. The cold, flowing air filled the interior of his car, and with it, the scent of his mate. Great moon goddess, what would he give if his car could smell like this forever, that his loved one would sit next to him so that she would free his life from loneliness and emptiness.

As if in a trance, following an invisible force, Erwin kept going like this for hours, until the sun began to disappear behind the horizon. The longer, the further he drove, the stronger the scent became, the more impatient and excited Erwin became. His heart was pounding in his chest like a jackhammer, so strong that he thought it was going to burst from his chest any moment.

Adrenaline flooded every one of his veins, filling him with unprecedented zeal and strength.

His muscles trembled at this intoxicating drug that filled his entire being. Gripping the steering wheel tightly, he kept reminding himself to stay calm, to concentrate, but the cocktail in his blood intoxicated him, seduced him into daring actions. He raced across the street at over 125 miles per hour.

The smell that brought him here was so intense that he could almost touch it, and it made Erwin crazy, insane even, with desire!

On the horizon, where the sun sank behind the mountains, a large city rose. The last sign with the exit indicated the name, but Erwin paid no attention to it. The name of the city was insignificant, as his partner would soon move into his with him anyway.

Inevitably, he went off the gas and drove down the exit onto the main road. Erwin wanted to keep the speed from before, but he had to avoid being noticed. Trouble with the police was the last thing he needed.

When Erwin drove through the tranquil suburb, he felt like he had gotten into a cheesy soap opera. The houses, the streets, the trees lining the roadside ... Everything was just too damn perfect, but if his mate lived somewhere here, she had a preference for a quiet environment.

Erwin made a mental note in this regard and drove towards the city center, to where her fragrance blew the most to him.

The street lamps were already on when he steered his car towards his goal. The sun had long since set and the nightlife of the city, the name of which he did not know, came to life, just like at home. Erwin drove slower than before, which motivated some drivers behind him to give wild honking concerts, but Erwin couldn't care less. Erwin purposefully held his nose out of the window and followed the invisible trail that had led him over 1/3 of the country. How could he ever forget this mixture of jasmine and citrus? The fragrance was a perfect match for him, complimenting his appearance and behavior, his stature and his style like an invaluable accessory. If he finally called the owner of this fragrance his own, Erwin would make sure that he adhered to him everywhere ... and that his sweetheart in return smelled like him everywhere, even inside her, so that no other man or wolf would ever lay a hand on her.

The longer Erwin drove through the streets, out of the city center and into another district, he was amazed at the slightly dilapidated surroundings. Did she really live here? In this part of the city?

The scent grew stronger, but too many disruptive factors were added. Bad food in big garbage cans, feces in alleys that are too narrow, whores and drug dealers on almost every street corner.

Erwin wrinkled his nose at the terrible arrangement of hideous smells that had cruelly driven his favorite scent out of his memory. With all these confounding factors at this hour, it would be difficult to find her. But Erwin was willing to do it.

Nobody could harm him, he was Erwin Smith, alpha of the Titan Pack, and he was strong. Incredibly strong, murderously strong!

Whoever dared to stand in his way or hinder him would feel his bad mood and claws.

First of all, Erwin had to find a safe place for his Porsche, which had been eyed enviously and appraisingly for several miles by various pairs of eyes.

No matter how much money Erwin had, his cars were priceless for him.

Reluctantly, Erwin was forced to leave this part of the city again, back towards the center, where he first rented an acceptable hotel. He parked his Porsche in the associated back yard and then brought his things to his room. He had taken the largest and most comfortable one they had on offer, and Erwin had to admit, these people had good taste when it came to furnishing.

Although it was only one large bedroom with an equally large adjoining bathroom, where there was both a shower and a bathtub suitable for him, he liked the interior.

Not too sophisticated and yet modern. A large flat-screen TV with a receiver for over 100 programs, curtains, bed, lamps, and covers were kept in vintage style, which gave the room a cozy and romantic flair.

If he found his partner soon, she would definitely like this room.

Absentmindedly, Erwin ran his hand gently over the soft cover before throwing the blanket back. He imagined how he and his beloved mate would look deeply into each other's eyes in this bed, in this romantic atmosphere, exchange their first intimate and passionate kiss. How he would slide his hands slowly over her body and explore all of her curves. The feeling of her soft skin under his fingers when he explored her erogenous zones, the short yet sensual sighs, and gasps whenever he touched her there.

To feel how she trembled in joyful excitement under him and his touch, how her whole body would shake with passion and desire, eager to feel more.

Erwin would slowly and protectively lay down on her, careful not to crush her with his weight, only to find out that it was exactly what she wanted. And if he would pull the blanket over her two bodies again ...

Ohh, Erwin had to admonish himself not to let his imagination run crazy. He was already deprived of sex and such fantasies only made him hungrier, wilder. The first time as a couple should be perfect, should seal the bond and connect them as an alpha couple forever, but Erwin was already so hungry for her. He would take her hard and rough, face down, ass up to fuck her deep and hard in the mattress, fuck her in the submission and make her a drooling, panting, sweating and leaking mess. Oh, how he longed for that moment to sink his entire length into her hot, wet pussy, to feel her tightly encasing him and taking him deep inside into her soft canal, increasing her pleasure to the limit only to feel his own pleasure reaching unknown and unexpected heights by seeing her so consumed by her lust. The moment when he's going to knot her for the first time to tie them together for god knows hot long, to feel how she will milk him dry, milk his knot as she takes him so fucking deep, his knot swelling to maximum only to pump her full of his essence. And he will hold her close to him the whole time, stroke her hair, her skin, kiss her everywhere and whisper soft and calming words into her ear while they're riding out their heights.

Erwin growled with excitement. If he doesn't find her soon, he'll go insane with desire.

His skin burned with an unsatisfied thirst for sex and his erection throbbed so much, it hurts. He had no other choice. He had to get some relief. He couldn't walk through town with a steel-hard cock, oozing pure sex from every single pore of his body, not to mention to release his alpha-pheromones uncontrolled. He would inevitably attract the attention of every female, whether human or wolf.

To say Erwin was well-hung would still be an understatement.

Erwin knew that he was a hunk of a man. He had mirrors and eyes in his head, but even without that, he knew more than certain that he was more than desirable.

Shiny, blond hair, the care, and seating of which he paid careful attention to, a pair of sapphire blue eyes that made both men and women weak in the knees with just one wink, the body of an Adonis, steeled and shaped to perfection, his chest, stomach - and lumbar muscles were so clearly visible under his skin that you might think they were implants, but Erwin was more than proud to say that everything about him was pure nature, the fruits of his hard work.

Broad shoulders, a broad back that converged in a V shape towards his hips.

His pronounced v-line was only a visual foretaste of the enormous power that lay dormant in his loins, and Erwin knew only too well how he best and most preferably uses this power.

Erwin loved and cared for his body, made sure that he always looked presentable and desirable, but despite everything, Erwin was not a narcissist. A well-groomed appearance, as well as a strong, imposing appearance, gave him respect and recognition in the pack, and his good looks ensured not only the goodwill of his business partners but also the female world in and around his pack. A strong, handsome alpha was the figurehead of the entire pack and made it appear equally strong. So it was a happy coincidence that his passion for his body and his position in the pack correlated so well with each other.

The fact that all women who crossed his path inevitably ended up in his bed was another positive side effect. Not that Erwin had ever complained. Erwin never lacked willing women, never had to hunt, never strive. And that was exactly what made his life so boring.

Everything had changed during the search for his fated mate. He WANTED to hunt, WANTED to conquer, WANTED to fight, and now he was right in the middle of his own, private war, in which failure was not an option. He will win, will find and make her his! But first Erwin had to deal with a much more urgent matter ...

Sweating and breathing heavily, Erwin sat on the edge of the bed, where he quickly and with skillful moves opened his belt and then his pants before pushing them down until his painful, throbbing, and forsaken dripping erection sprung free. His impressive masculinity slapped against his muscular abdomen after Erwin pushed his boxer shorts down as well and he groaned for the liberating and pleasant feeling of finally getting rid of the disturbing and oppressive material.

Erwin felt his pulse beating in his cock. With every heartbeat, his manhood twitched in the same manner. Erwin wanted to get over with this as fast as possible, he didn't have the will to spend too much time on himself. It would be much better for him if his matewould take care of his suffering, but unfortunately, that was impossible at the moment.

Determined, Erwin grabbed his fully erected cock with his whole hand, felt every single vein and bump on the skin in his palm. Precum trickled down his hard shaft like liquid honey, and Erwin took every drop he could get and used it as a natural lubricant while starting to take care of his "big" problem.

It felt so good to finally give in to this pleasure after such a long time, that Erwin dropped back onto the bed with a loud groan, feet firmly set on the floor so that he could thrust into his hand. With eyes closed, he enjoyed the private session, clenched his hand as tightly as he could around his steel-hard cock, thrust so hard and fast that he shook the entire mattress. God, how much Erwin wished his woman was here with him now.

Absentmindedly, he grabbed the scarf he was carrying on the inside of his jacket and put the delicate piece of cloth over his mouth and nose. To feel her smell so close, to breathe it in so deeply until his lungs threatened to burst, made Erwin only harder, made him thrust harder, rougher.

Erwin's body was sweating the longer he took care of himself with all his passion. He was so close already. So close, that he could almost taste it. His knot at the base of his member began to swell as the delicate tissue filled with his seed, ready to get locked inside his mate and pump her full. Sweet moon goddess, the imagination of him knotting his mate drove him completely insane!

Erwin arched his back, lifted it off the bed so that he created a perfect curve, stood on his tiptoes as the approaching, sweet redemption boiled and stirred inside his guts like a raging thunderstorm. He felt small flashes of lightning twitch into the deepest fibers of his body, flashing up and down his spine the more, the faster, the harder he thrust. As if in a trance, he pressed the scarf firmly against his nose, breathed quickly, groaned loudly and uninhibitedly when he imagined his partner riding him like a fiery steed.

A couple of powerful, strong strokes later, and Erwin's loud roar filled the room as his orgasm overpowered him. He thrust one last time into his tightly clenched hand, closing it around his knot and squeezing it rhytmically, that white jets of his release painted his half-naked stomach. Erwin thrust into his hand, again and again, massaging and squeezing his knot under his loud roars and growls, the odeur of his beloved invading his every sense and making him believe for a split second its her tight pussy milking him like this. He didnt stop thrusting, didnt stop his hips from bucking for as long as he flew as high as a kite.

The warmth of his semen on his stomach as it slid down his sides filled him with a feeling of peace, and slowly but surely, Erwin calmed down again, easing with the violent blows in his hand until he felt the last drops of his effusion flowing over his hand. Moon goddes, he came fo fucking much.

With a loud, satisfied sigh, Erwin dropped back onto the bed, the scarf still firmly pressed against his nose, not wanting to lose the fantasy that his mate, that she was here with him. His eyes suddenly grew so heavy that the sweet temptation to close them for a moment became too big, even for him. So he gave in.

He was exhausted, tired, but satisfied. Covered with his sperm everywhere, his suit, his body and his hand one huge mess, none of that mattered to him at all. All he felt was a deep calm and satisfaction that he had not felt in a long time.

He definitely needed this ...