The Alpha Can’t Sense His Mate

ITHRA’S POV

I woke up with a moan. Zadok was between my legs.

This has been the case since I was declared ready and fit to go home. I couldn’t believe I survived. And that with Logan intact – my little fighter.

When I woke up, I was unable to use my body or legs properly, I remembered the relief I felt when the news broke that my baby had survived the poison given to me by Cole.

They said he had a will to fight and three months down the line, he was still kicking and ready to come out – our hybrid baby.

Zadok licked me and I let out a soft moan, “Baby…”

“Good morning, Amore.” He said with his face between my legs. His breath caused a vibrating feeling down my cooch and I bit my lips in ecstasy.

“Zadok,” I muttered, and his finger slipped into my core. A shiver passed through my body and I felt my baby kick.

“I want you.” He said, “I want you in all the way possible.”

I closed my eyes, enjoying the feel of his hands on my body. His fingers went in and out of me, increasing their pace as time passed. My legs quivered and I could feel my climax coming.

Zadok felt it too because he increased his pace, licking me as I dripped with pleasure. My senses were overwhelmed and with a loud moan, I let loose. Zadok lapped every drop with his tongue and came up to me for a kiss afterwards.

“Good morning.” I blushed, loving every single moment with him. “I loved that.”

“I know.” He smirked, “How’s my little hybrid coming along?”

His hands covered my protruded stomach and at that moment, Logan kicked, alerting us of his healthy presence. “That’s my boy.” Zadok peppered my stomach with kisses that tickled.

“Stop it!” I said between laughs but he didn’t stop. He continued his assault until he was on top of me, gazing at my neck with a look that burned with desire.

“I love you.” He said and captured my lips in a kiss. I returned it with fervour – never tired of Zadok’s intense kisses. “I will love you for the rest of my life.” He said again, wearing an absolute look.

I believed him. I loved him. I wanted to spend eternity with him. My eyes flickered on his neck, where my mark was supposed to be. For the longest time, Zadok had shied away from the idea of marking me.

Every day, I saw how he looked at my neck, which held a scar of Cole’s forced attempt to mark me and I knew he longed to imprint his mark on me. However, he was being very patient with me.

In the first instance, I was relieved he was giving me the time to recover from my ordeal before he pressured me into fulfilling my obligations as his mate and Luna of this pack. However, as time proceeded and I regained my physical and mental health, I wondered if he hadn’t marked me because he thought I was tainted.

Cole thought the same. And maybe, I was.

“Ithra.” Zadok brought me out of my thoughts, and his eyes searched my face. “What is wrong?”

I shook my head, refusing to give him more reason to worry about me. “Nothing.”

Zadok didn’t buy it. “Talk to me, Amore.” He pushed, “Do you feel pain anywhere?”

I shook my head no but suddenly, it came. My stomach hurt so bad, I felt like I was getting a stroke. My face morphed into that of pain and he got off me with the speed of light.

“The baby-” I said biting back the pain, “The baby is coming!”

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That evening, there was a cry of a baby in the Blood Hound pack. Ithra remained in labour for twelve hours and just when they thought all hope was gone, she gave birth to a bouncing baby boy, the next Alpha of the Blood Hound pack, and the First Hybrid Alpha.

To celebrate her successful birth and coronation as the Luna of the Blood Hound Pack, a feast was thrown by Zadok, to celebrate the end of the dark years in his pack. That night, Azriel was stationed at his duty post, hostile and ready to attack if need be.

Zadok lost hope trying to get him to relax during events in the pack as it was futile every single time. As much as he appreciated his devotion, Zadok hoped that one day, he would sit along with him and have the others handle the matters for a night.

“Congratulations, Alpha!” Azriel said to him, deciding to take a drink in honour of the newborn child.

“Thank you,” Zadok said and watched him leave the venue with confident strides.

Azriel headed to the pack borders with his warriors who were stationed, ready for any unpleasant surprises. Suddenly, there was a sound in the bushes and a caped woman came forth, her smirk was visible and daunting.

“Who are you and what have you come for?” Azriel said, fangs bared and ready to attack.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

“Surely you know who I am.” The woman said and her voice felt oddly familiar. “I have heard that the hybrid has given birth to the most powerful being on earth.” She pulled down her cape and Azriel’s eyes widened in shock.

“I have come to collect my pound of flesh, but since it’s a festive period, I will return at a later time.”

Azriel’s face turned determined. “Kill her!” He ordered, and with his pack of warriors, they attacked the caped lady with their claws and fangs bared – A mistake on their side.

The woman stretched forth her hands and dark bolts shot out of them, killing every single one and turning them to stone, leaving behind Azriel who was shocked to a spot.

“I would have killed you, but I have something better for you.” She said with a smile. “Send my regards to Zadok and Ithra. Tell them that Shilhi’s back.”

Azriel watched in shock as she disappeared right before his eyes. Just when he thought to leave, he heard a movement in the bushes and remained alert. His heartbeat increased as he felt whatever lived between the bushes come closer.

“My fire. She took my fire.” A feminine voice said and crawled out of the bushes.

Their eyes met and there and then, he knew he was doomed. Despite his attempts to evade her, she managed to find her way to him at such a dangerous time.

Scar. His second chance mate.