The night was filled with cheers and wolf howls as the pack welcomed their soon to be Alpha. Their excited howls melting into the harsh whistling of the cool night air. The moon had turned for three nights and the half moon had begun to form in the sky, the wolves were ready for their long awaited hunt but first they had an event to celebrate. Their Alpha was entering the first stages of his ceremony and soon he would be a Regional Alpha.

The compound was alight with activity as the rooms transformed into magnificent areas for celebration and mingling. The punishment area of the compound had been transformed from a domain of Neema's and many humans torture to one of jubilance. The night was illuminated by tall lit torches that were posted along the columns of the compound wall. The flickering lights creating shadows that intertwined and crackled with energy. The scent of burnt wood and incense wafted through the breeze as Neema's unbound hair billowed in the wind. The night was cold and dismal but Neema found herself happy despite the weather.

"I would like to announce that in a week's time we will have a new Regional Alpha of the North. My son and heir Khan Manasseh descendant of the first Wolfen Brethren."

It had taken Khan's father one week to gather all the required Regional Alpha's, Alpha's, Beta's and councilmen from across the country to witness the announcement. Many more would continue to trail in, in droves until the moon was full. Even few of the Wolfen Brethren would be attending the ceremony as was expected in such an important event in wolf history. The last ceremony for a regional Alpha had been over a century ago and had ended so horrifically that the control over this event would be fierce. People entering the country and compound would be screened thoroughly and only those with invites woUld be in the ceremonial hall when Khan was marked.

Khan stood centre stage along side his father, his face set in an identical glower to the male. Their cool eyes assessing the celebrating crowd. Khan's hair was loose around his face, with straggles of plaits interweaved in his hair. Gold beads attached to the end of each braid, Neema had stayed up all last night placing random plaits in his hair and attaching the real gold beads to each one she made. The beads caught the light of the torches causing them to gleam in his hair. His long locks now travelling way past his broad shoulders.

Khan's furry beard had been trimmed down close to his face, he no longer resembled a gnarling bear. He could now pass for a descent human. Neema found she already missed his long beard, he looked so much more boyish without it. Khan was all man though. His top was removed as he took to wearing less clothes. The wolves would be running tonight.

"Tonight we hunt in honour of my son and my bloodline. May our bonds always stay true" finalised the Alpha as he lingered on Neema. His smile widening as he met her enraptured gaze, his large hand waving her over to stand on the podium with Khan.

His broad body made way for hers as he meandered off the stage towards Carson and a vibrant blonde. Her straight hair short around her slender shoulders, her stature tall and willowy. Neema had seen her a few times at dinner always placed beside Khan's father.

"That's Carson's mother" confirmed Khan as he enfolded his strong arms around her small body, his heat chasing away the shivers her body felt from the cold.

"I can see the resemblance" she muttered as she watched the small family. Carson's mother was attentive to her son and mate, her hands always meeting one of their shoulders or arms, as if to assure herself they were both there. Maybe she was just shocked to see the two of them getting along so well.

"Where are your sisters and Ryan?"

Neema was aware that half of khan's family were not present for one of the most important events of his life. She was sure that if it were her, her sister would definitely be there. Her golden curls would be at the front of the stage cheering her on and giving her support. God how she missed her sister.

"My sisters are making their way with their mates. They live in Wales so the journey will be long. Especially as wolves don't like to be in close confinement for long. My brother will probably make himself known by the end of the night. You will wish you never asked when he does."

All this was said as he peppered small kisses along her skin, his neck nuzzling into the side of her neck. Neema should have felt embarrassed and uncomfortable over his actions but she was hypnotised by the music and the moving people. Drums played as the people moved in primitive moves, women's hips swaying from side to side in fast movements as the men moved in fierce strokes. The soft and harsh movements colliding together in one fluid dance. The moonlight gave their motions an ethereal look. Their bodies looking like mirages sent by the moon herself.

All of it was for their soon to be Alpha. His importance to these people was overwhelming, Humans and wolves alike rejoiced in his leadership.

"Come let's join them" called out Khan as he led her off the dais. A flicker of red blowing in the wind causing him to loose his step before he continued on towards the refreshment table. Gifting her with a glass of wine as he sipped on his own beverage, Neema spat out the bitter liquid as soon as it touched her tongue.

"What is it?" She gagged out as she all but shoved the drink into his hand. His hand rising as he downed the contents of her cup, before continuing to sip on his own drink.

"It was wine, but I'm guessing you do not like it" he chuckled out, his hand grabbing her neck as he forced her lips to his.

Her head automatically jerked back as she tried to evade his touch but his rough lips coaxed her frame to relax. This was the first kiss they had shared in a while and she was not sure how to react, it felt as if it was too soon to be sharing such intimacies but his heat encouraged her to move. The cracked of his moulding over hers as they moved to the moons dance. Her tongue flickered out tentatively to meet his, a small stroke before she closed her lips again. Sucking on her lip khan pried her lips open and delved deep, plunging into her mouth as the flavour from the wine melted onto her tongue. The flavour altered with hints of cinnamon and peppermint. His woodsy smell lingering in her nose as their tongues duelled. The wine wasn't so bad when she was tasting it off of his tongue. Their tongues flicking out in a soft dance. Her tongue trailing his full bottom lip before she sucked it into her mouth, little teeth dipping into the cracked skin.

"The chosen one and his new harlot, a pleasaaant surprise to see you two so happy"

Ryan's body was stiff and confrontational as he struggled to annunciate his words, hiccupping through every sentence. He was clearly intoxicated as his he stammered and slurred over many of his words. His eyelids were droopy with inebriation but flames were lit beneath his eyes. His slimy hand reached out to jerk Neema away from her mate.

"Leave now before you regret this" growled khan, his nails poking through his skin as he tried to warn the male before him.

"Leave? So you, soo you can hide behind your humaaan and pretend you have done well for us. Wont even fight the resistance, no Alpha of mine," his words were choppy and unclear as his head bobbed on his shoulders. His sanity swimming in the alcohol.

All it took was for Neema to make a small squeal of shock to send Khan into a craze. His large fist swinging out like a hammer to crash across his brother's jaw bone. His free hand launching Neema to the side, away from his drunk and soon to be dead brother.

No words were exchanged as he charged, nails, teeth and brawn all behind him as he leapt at the retreating form of Ryan. He bellowed out as his body began to shift into his mid form the transformation so fluid Neema barely noticed when he began sprouting hairs on his arm. She had never seen him this far into his mid form. khan swung at his brother with a renewed vigour, Ryan was sotted but not completely defenceless. His smaller body dodging out of the way of some of khan's jabs. He charged at Khan but was propelled into the air instead of unseating him. His body flung into the table with the heavy weight of Khan landing on top of him.

Khan's sharp canines digging into the tender skin of his shoulder blades. His pain filled scream alerting their father of the fight. The blood dripped from his canines as he dug his snout into the skin of his brother, his nature demanding the death of any who dared to attack him and his mate.

It took them half an hour to get Khan to release his brothers shoulder from his teeth and even longer to get him calm enough to shift forms. His sweaty body laboured out as he wrapped Neema in his beefy arms. His mouth forming in to a snarl, a high growl dripping from his mouth as he retreated into a corner of the field with his mate secured firmly in his arms. Her lower body plastered to his as she sat propped on his lap, his frame vibrating with anger.

Her soft voice murmured assurances in his ear as she stroked his arm, it seemed that Khan could not go a day without releasing his nature and sinking his teeth into someone blood. though he seemed to be much more pacified the vibrations of his anger travelled through his body and sizzled through their bond.

Her small hands stroked along his skin as she tried to comfort the rage. against all odds Neema found herself being the calm that he had never had when dealing with her, but her hands did little to calm him. Instead the soft pads of her skin began to arouse him, entice him. They spoke of promises that she was not willing to follow through with, but messages that Khan's body picked up on. His desire was evident in the thickness that nestled beneath her bum. She had tried to stop touching him by placing her hands on her lap but he forcibly placed them back on his skin. Telling her with no words what he wanted. What he needed.

The music continued humming as the two sat under the moons rays canoodling in silence, a heaviness between them. Men and women gathered together as they shed their skin and shifted forms, some shifting further into that glorious third form. The beast that stood on two feet and was the true wolves of human nightmares. These wolves were out for fresh meat and they would not return empty handed. No, they would return with their sought after human prey or they would not return at all.

Green eyes watched on as Neema's eyes began to shutter in the warmth of his arms. the green watched on as the hazel if Khan penetrated into his mate as if she were liquid gold in his hands. The music lulled to a slow halt signalling the end but still green watched on until it was no longer possible for the eyes to see Khan carrying his sleeping female through the doors of the compound.

Neema's curly hair tickled the nape of his neck as she snuggled into his arms. Her body pliant in his hold gave home immense pleasure. She gave him so much trust when she was sleepy and drowsy like this. His rage had lessened, until it was a tiny zinging sensation in his bloodstream. The only evidence of his anger was his dilated and red eyes. Though the colour could easily be attributed to the arousal he felt.

After a good fight he always felt the need to release himself. Having Neema sitting on his lap and in his arms now had only reaffirmed that need. That urge that was so potent it travelled through every fibre of his being until all he could think about were images of him and her on his bed. He would try to approach her like a human man but with this beast so thinly veiled he knew it would not last long. Before long he would be consumed with her. Her smell, her sounds and the look of her in pleasure. Khan could not wait until he made it back to their room and he could finish off where she had started.

Trudging down the corridor he kept glancing down at Neema. Her brown eyes were shielded by her sagging eyelids, eyes as that flickered with her attempts to stay awake. Her mouth twisting into consecutive yawns. Small sighs slipping from her mouth as she closed her eyes again until she repeated the procedure. Opening and closing, her nose snuggled deep into his warm chest.

"Here we are little witch" declared Khan as he pushed open the doors to his room. The fireplace was already lit casting the room in a peaceful glow. Laying her down on the bed he travelled to the bathroom to have a quick shower, the cold water doing nothing to calm his shot nerves. His body was on edge and it would continue to hum all night until he found an outlet.

Trailing back into the room he was greeted with the sight of a half naked Neema. In her bid to get changed for bed she had began stripping off clothes but had dozed off mid change. Her legs were encased in a tight tube skirt. While her top half was completely bare from anything. Her chest was covered by her wayward arms as she slept partially on her stomach. Her legs curled in a ball and tucked against her stomach.

Khan found himself standing before Neema without consciously moving. The sight of her supple form bewitching him. Climbing into the bed next to her in nothing but lounge shorts, her rolled her body to face him. Her pert chest laying on top of his warm and hard one. His thick hand rubbed circles along her back, gently arousing her from her sleep. Her brown eyes slid open as she gazed into his dimming red eyes. Her stare looking deep into his eyes until she was in tune with his very being. Until his essence was surrounding her in a haze of heat and passion.

His lips met hers before she could protest, his coaxing hers into a soft and sultry ripple of movement of tongues and lips. The fire casting into their veins turning the meeting of their mouths into a fast and rough kiss.

Forcing his mouth away from hers Khan trailed his lips across her body. The kisses distracted Neema from noticing Khan rolling her body until she lay underneath him. His heavy thick form merging against hers. His movements a frenzy of untamed movements until they were delving into places untouched in months.

The touch enough to have Neema shaken out of her stupor. Her hazy mind was clear as if someone had thrown cold water over her body. Her small hands pushing at his chest with force.

"Khan, stop" she cried out before he could go any further. He had taken no consideration to her feeble moves but when he heard those words tumble from her lips his body froze. His minds consciousness trailing behind until his body and mind were in sync.

His iridescent gaze flickering at her in what could only be described as shock.

"Please Khan, I don't want this" she croaked out. Although he had stopped moving, the heavy part of him throbbed against her joint thighs.

His body flew off her as if she had thrown acid at him. His frame clambering off the bed and to the window before her body had time to register his absence. His face scrunched up into a furious haze as he gritted his teeth. He had been so close. So close to being with his mate in the most primal way again. Until she had come to her warped senses. Khan could hate to stay in the same room as her.

Ruminants of her arousal wafted in the air and trickled though his nostrils, setting his body ablaze. If he didn't leave soon he would take her. Against her will or not.

Charging for the door he refused to look at her. One glance at her frazzled and thoroughly seduced face and he would be back in the bed finishing his half completely job.

"I can't, its too soon. I'm Just not ready" Her soft and pleading voice carried out as he reached the door. His state straight ahead as he contemplated his predicament. He could leave Neema as she was without words which would make her believe he was mad. Or he could try to explain the situation. The second option was the best, choice but his mind had not fully recovered from the near bliss it had been feeling.

"Not mad, can't stay" he groaned out his words shortened and slurred as he tried to reject the smell of her bodies willingness. His hands pulling at his hair as he battled with himself. His eyes continuously flickered between her and the bed. Sweat dripping down his forehead at the level of control he was using. The wooden door slamming closed upon his abrupt departure.

Neema felt lost and dishevelled. Though she hadn't wanted to take it further she felt empty without his presence at night. The guilt began eating away at her. She felt as if she had been teasing him. Promising him one thing with her body but rejecting him when he wanted to go though with it.

There was this urge she had t please Khan in everyway she knew how but the reality was that she just not ready and she was not sure she ever would be. With the events of the past days she had seen a side of Khan that was both vicious but extremely caring and loyal. he was travelling down the road to improvement and given time they could perhaps reach an agreement. Both their bodies ached for each other, even with her pregnancy she felt the need to feel him. It was as if their bond was alive and it demanded they be true mates, not this sham that they were now.

But too much had been done, from her and him. She had seen and felt too much to just be able to turn of her emotions. Khan was not someone she could fully trust or soften to. She had yet to tell him about her pregnancy which only confirmed that she did not trust him. She would not give him her body until she could, no matter how mutually gratifying it would be. Of that she had no doubt.

The situation was not of her making but it was one she would have to deal with, she only hoped that come morning her and Khan could talk about this without the sexual tension.

Their relationship still had a long way to go, it was nowhere near where it needed to be but if they continued in this direction it could be something more.