Chapter 10
Chapter 10
-Dorothy-
I looked back and forth between the two boys, breathing so intensely that my heart felt like it would
pound right out of my chest. The heat between my legs became a burning ache and I knew I couldn’t
take it much longer.
Johan and Ignatius had been pushing at each other. I watched as Johan swung a fist at Ignatius who
dodged it swiftly and launched himself forwards, pinning Johan to the wall with an arm pressing into his
throat.
“H-help,” I choked out, trying to get their attention, “Johan. Ignatius. Please help.”
Neither of them heard me. Johan snarled at Ignatius and fought to get away from him. Ignatius
however, wasn’t having any of it and pulled Johan forwards only to slam his back into the wall again.
“Hey, Ignatius.”
It came out sounding like a whine. I pressed a fist to my burning core, bunching the sheets in my
clenched hands and arching my back. “Help…”
It was no use, they were too caught up in their violence to hear me. Cold shivers ran across my b*dy
but I felt lik
I was on fire, twisting and contorting into any possible position to alleviate the pain and desire.
I pounded a fist on the bed, unable to take any more of it in silence, “Ignatius!” I yelled it in desperation,
too overwhelmed to care about the repercussions. I realized I couldn’t turn to Johan for this breaking
the bond would be impossible if he were to engage with me now. And there was no way I could trust
him to not take things further in the frenzied state he was in.
Ignatius snapped his head up, mid-snarl, with his fist still gripping the neck of Johan’s shirt. His
expression turned from rage to confusion to sudden realization when he caught onto my scent and
noticed my squirming.
I felt another wave of heat roll through me and whined out loud, my b*dy close to convulsing in its
intense urges. “Help. Me.”
Ignatius stood frozen on the spot for a moment, open-mouthed and in a stupor before looking back at
Johan and uttering, “Oh, f uck.”
-Ignatius-
Johan had pushed me to my limit. I hadn’t wanted to fight but his continuous avoidance of the issue at
hand had me irritated. His final comment had left me furious. I had
expected a fight from the moment he clenched his fists. I had expected things to get violent.
What I hadn’t expected, however, was for Dorothy to go into heat at that very moment. Her cry had
snapped me out of my rage. One look at her contorting figure and it dawned on me that her first cycle
was occurring.
I was frozen in place, unsure of what she expected from me and oblivious to Johan who had ceased
his struggling under my grasp. A low, throaty growl from him snapped me out of my bewilderment
though and I turned my gaze back to him.
He was staring at Dorothy with hungry eyes, pure-primal, and dangerous. His pupils dilated and his
teeth looked a little sharper. He could sense Dorothy’s heat. And his wolf was determined to take what
was his.
“Oh, f uck.”
Johan pounced for Dorothy, and I was barely able to throw an arm around his neck and drag him back
before he could reach her. Johan roared and fought against me, thrashing and biting to get to his mate.
“Johan, you can’t. You know you can’t. What about Mavis?”
My words fell on deaf ears, Johan was overcome by instinct and that instinct had only one goal.
I had no choice but to drag him from the room. The healer finally made an appearance to see what all
the commotion was about and stopped in her tracks upon seeing Johan fighting against my hold.
Dorothy let out another whine from inside the room and Johan howled in response.
Assessing the situation immediately, the healer nodded to me and pulled the same powdered sticks
she’d used on Dorothy the day before from inside her pocket. Getting as close to Johan as possible,
she snapped the sticks under his nose and jumped away again as he kicked and scratched.
After a minute or two of getting my ribs elbowed painfully by the Beta in my grasp, Johan’s movements
slowed and he sank to the floor in a daze. I let him down gently and left him to the healer, rushing back
into the room to check on Dorothy.
She was jerking from side to side on the bed, whining and crying out as she kicked at the mattress. I
pressed my hands on her shoulders, pinning her to the bed and keeping her b*dy still. “Dorothy, you’ve
got to fight it. Okay? What do
you need?”
I was surprised at her strength as she fought beneath me, wiggling her shoulder free. and flinging her
arms around my neck. “You,” she breathed, her scent swirling around me and drawing me closer, “I
need you. Please, Ignatius.”
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There was desperation in her voice. Tor was rearing inside my chest, but I hesitated.
“Dorothy… I-”
“Please!” She hauled herself up to my face, arching her b*dy against me and spreading her fire over
my own skin.
At that moment I didn’t care whether or not it was the right thing to do. I climbed onto the bed and
pushed my weight on top of her, pressing her b*dy to mine and fist ing a hand in her hair.
Dorothy’s dainty hands gripped the fabric of my shirt, threatening to tear it off with how tightly she held
on. I felt her grinding her core against my knee and her b*dy tensed as I leaned into her, claiming her
mouth with a brutal k*ss.
-Dorothy-
It felt as if sparks of electricity erupted across my skin as Ignatius pressed his lips to mine. I pulled him
closer, I wanted him all to myself. His scent was exhilarating and I moaned into his mouth as his tongue
parted my lips. The painful burning sensation was replaced with overwhelming waves of pleasure.
For that brief moment, I forgot about Johan. I forgot everything. Ignatius was an all- encompassing
presence and our bodies meshed into one. His movements were intense and primal and his lips trailed
down my neck hungrily.
I threw my head back to give him full access to the vulnerable skin of my throat. I felt his teeth graze
my flesh and a shiver ran through me. I wanted him to take me to claim me and leave his mark on me
for the world to see.
All too soon, though, It was over and Ignatius pulled away. My inner-wolf howled in disappointment as I Property belongs to Nôvel(D)r/ama.Org.
dropped my arms to my sides.
Ignatius let
go of
of my hair and sat up. I lay panting underneath him as he regained his senses, realizing he was sitting
on top of me and climbing off immediately. He sat awkwardly on the edge of the bed and cleared his
throat.
“Was that um. Was that okay?”
All I could do was nod. I had ridden out the worst of my first heat and, while the slick sensation between
my legs was still very much apparent, the agonizing burn had
subsided.
Ignatius looked relieved. He ran a hand through his tousled snowy hair and stood up. “I guess I should
go –
“Don’t go,” I interrupted him, sitting up and tentatively touching his hand, “I’d like it if
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you stayed.”
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Ignatius stared down at my hand on top of his for a moment before intertwining his fingers with mine.
His skin was cold to the touch and comforting.
“Alright. I’d like that too.”