The Alpha’s Mate

(Oliver P. O. V)

My world feels black and white; I feel nothing anymore. My life feels bland without her. I have nothing to live for anymore.

I look in front of me. There it is, the casket, my beautiful mate is inside there. On top of the casket is my beloved picture, the picture of my beautiful mate. If only I were quicker, if only I would have caught her, then now she would be lying in my arms, beautiful as ever.

The ceremony is coming to an end, and I can’t believe it. I’m one of the few who lost their mate before I even got to know her properly.

Everything seems surreal as if I’m in a dream. Although I know that it isn’t, I saw her fall. I screamed after her; I was too late; I saw her blood stain the grass red.

I saw them bury the castle in the ground and then start walking away from there. I feel my wolf let out a painful howl inside my mind and take over the control of my body. The next thing I knew, my wolf started shattering anything into pieces that came into his sight. After some time, my wolf started to get dizzy and blackout on me.

(Elena P. O. V)

I wake up from my deep slumber from the distressed noises coming from Oliver, afraid of what is happening. I turn on my side, so I’m facing Oliver. His face is contorted into a deep frown as he makes some more distressed noises. I lift my hand to gently place it on his arm to try and wake him up when he suddenly jerks and growls very loudly.

I make a little jump backward, afraid that he will hurt me when I touch him. I know he would never do that on purpose, but I don’t know what’s going on in his mind right now.

“Oliver”

“Oliver”

“Oli”

“Love,” I shouted in an attempt to wake him up. He stirs a little and eventually wakes up. I smile at him lovingly; he looks around, a little bit dazed and confused from his dream, or should I say nightmare from what I heard. He was covered in sweat, and I could see the sweat sitting on his forehead. It must have been a terrible dream.This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.

“You’re alive. Thank god you’re alive.” He says. I look at him confused, but I don’t have the time to react to this sudden statement before he pulls me in a bone-crushing hug. He starts giving me kisses all over my face, he looks lovingly in my eyes, and finally, he locks his lips with my lips; his lips taste salty because of the sweat covering his face. I enjoy it. I usually am grossed out by the thought of touching a sweaty human being, but not with him, and he isn’t exactly a human being is he?

Oliver puts his face in the crook of my neck and inhales my scent. It always seems to calm him. I first thought this was a weird trade of him, but I’m starting to like it, and maybe it has something to do with the whole werewolf thing. I still haven’t completely adjusted to the fact that he is a werewolf.

He’s freaking gigantic as a wolf. I smile at the thought of him turning into a wolf. It was such a weird thing to see, and I thought that I was dreaming for a short time. But I felt the cold, I felt his hot breath on my face when he came closer, and I felt his body head when he warmed me with his body, protecting me from the cold.

I feel Oliver placing feather-like kisses on my neck, and I giggle at him. Then he kissed me passionately on my lips, and we started making out with each other.

“I want you, no, I need you, now,” he said while looking at me, his eyes full of love and lust.

“Now?” I asked, and he nodded his head and then removed my shirt. Then he slowly removes my bra and takes one of my nipples in his mouth while he massages one nipple in with his hand, making me moan in pleasure.

After playing with my one breast, he started to play with another one. Then he slowly started to move downwards, placing kisses all over my stomach and removing the pants.

“Oh, Elena, I love how wet you get just by my kiss,” he said while inserting one finger inside my core and moving his thumb around my folder. Then he placed a kiss on my core and started licking me. I put one hand over my mouth to stop myself from screaming and grab the blanket from another hand.

“Don’t worry, baby. No one is there in the house except us, so you don’t have to worry about anyone hearing us,” he said and started licking me again faster this time. I feel something building inside my body.

“Oliver,” I shouted his name and let it go. He removes his clothes and gets over top of me. Then I feel him getting inside of me slowly. I wrapped my arms around him and scraped my nail down his back. He moves painfully slowly inside me, making me want more. I started kissing him on his neck and sucking on the spot, which makes him turn on when I hear him growl in pleasure. It was the sexiest sound I have ever heard in my life.

“You are killing me here, Oliver. I need more, faster please, faster and harder,” I said in need and tried to increase my pace.

“Oh, no, my love, not so fast. I need it slow. Besides, it is your punishment for running away from me,” he said while grabbing my ass to stop me and started moving even more slowly. I growled or tried to growl in frustration and heard him chuckle at me.

*Well, then two can play this game,* I thought with a smirk on my face and started licking, sucking, and biting on his favorite spots. He growls while trying to control his need, but then he gives up and starts moving faster.

“I…. I… I am close,” I said while moaning in pleasure.

“C** with me, love,” Oliver shouted, and we let go at the same time.

“I love you so much, Elena. I can’t imagine my life without you,” he said, lying beside me and holding me from behind.

“I love you too, Oliver, I do,” I said while feeling fatigued, taking over me once again. I can hear Oliver’s breath slowly evening out, signaling that he’s falling asleep. I can feel that he starts to lean onto me more, his weight slowly pushing me into the mattress. I turn Oliver so that he’s flat on his back, and I can lay my head on his naked chest; I can feel his steady heartbeat. And I let out a content sigh. Even after everything he pulled tonight, I wouldn’t change it for the world because I, Elena, was falling in love with Oliver, and I was okay with it.

After a few minutes of listening to Oliver’s steady heartbeat and his breathing, I could slowly feel myself slipping away into a peaceful slumber, I matched my breathing with Oliver’s, and slowly my eyes began closing, the darkness of sleep slowly taking over.