I’ve just started to get dressed when my wolf begins to go nuts in my head, making my heart feel like it’s going to pound out of its chest. I’m getting ready to welcome a Marine back home. Hakeem Dhib. I remember him from high school. We weren’t friends, but I knew who he was. Always thought he was pretty hot, but I never made a move. I don’t like to shit where I eat, so I didn’t go after any of the wolves in my pack. It’s hard to get them to follow you if they’re pissed that your relationship didn’t go further. So, I left him alone. I can’t tell why my wolf is going insane inside of me. There’s no noise, no scent. Of course, I’m in my suites, which are soundproofed and that makes it difficult to smell other things outside of the room. But when the door to my room is broken down, I sure as hell hear that. I rush out of my room and I’m assaulted with the most delicious scent in the world. I don’t know exactly what the scent is. Something woody and middle eastern. Al

Mi familia (my family) was excited to know that I’d found my mate, but they were very confused over the fact that he’s a male. It’s not like they were upset or anything. It’s just that an alpha has two jobs: 1) protect the pack and 2) ensure that his lineage is carried on. As much as I know that Hakeem is a wonderful mate and I know that he will be an amazing lune, that is one thing he can’t help me do. The fact that our Mother Goddess knew that and still mated us to each other says something. Either, I’m not supposed to be alpha, Hakeem and I won’t be mated for very long, or there is something else going on that we don’t understand. It would hurt me deeply if I wasn’t supposed to be alpha. I have trained my entire life, pinned all of my hopes and dreams on the fact that I will be the alpha of this pack. But I will not give Hakeem up. I know that we’ve only been together for a week and we didn’t really know each other before that, but my wolf and I both know that he was mad

Gael’s ascension ceremony is held at the end of the week. I’m also to ascend as his lune. Normally, I would be nervous as hell, but Gael has been teasing me so relentlessly that I can’t even think of the ceremony. Right now, he’s got me pulled into the bathroom outside of the dining hall, his hand down my pants and his seductive words being whispered in my ear. Gael’s behind me, my pants and belt undone as he works his hand over my cock. He’s ordered me to keep my hands on the wall. “Cuando volvamos a la habitación, voy a hacer que te desnudes para mí. Lentamente. Para que pueda apreciar cada músculo duro de tu cuerpo. Incluyendo el que está en mi mano ahora mismo. (When we get back to the room, I'm going to have you strip for me. Slowly. So that I can appreciate every hard muscle of your body. Including the one in my hand right now.).” Here, he sticks his other hand down the back of my pants, beginning to finger my hole, which he had me lube up before we came down her

With the layover at Reykjavik, Iceland, my flight took 9 hours. Each hour, each mile away from Gael is torture. My wolf howled in my head in pain, missing his mate. And I understand just how he feels. I was so upset that I cried through the first two hours until I finally fell asleep. Thank the Goddess that I had a window seat, so no one saw the constant flow of tears down my cheeks. By the time I landed at Stuttgart Airport, I am as an emotional wreck. My sleep on the plane had been light and constantly interrupted by turbulence, or noise from the passengers, or just the lack of my mate sleeping beside me. If this is how I am not even 12 hours into our separation, how am I going to make it the next three months until Gael comes to visit? Stepping out of the gate, I see Camden waiting for me. I give him a ghost of a smile, but he scoops me up in his arms, spinning me around with how happy he is to see me. “Dude! Where the fuck have you been? You barely responded to tex

5 months later… Today is the day. ¡POR FIN! (FINALLY!) Today is the day that Hakeem comes home. Goddess, these last five months have been absolute hell. I have missed him with every fiber of my being. My wolf whines in my head at night and I have to sleep with a pillow wearing his shirt while playing a tape of his voice to get to sleep. I sound like a lovesick pup, but it’s the only way that my wolf will relax enough to sleep. Hakeem has to do the same thing. It’s a bit pathetic. But needs must. I’m standing at the terminal gate with all of Hakeem’s family waiting for him to come walking down the hall. I had wanted to pick him up in California, which is where he had been shipped back to so he could finish his last month of his enlistment stateside, but his parents, Sha-Tira and Rahim, had insisted on seeing him first. I can’t go pissing off the in-laws, so here we are. His plane had just landed and we are waiting for him to get off. His younger brother and sister, Ra