“It’s natural to fight,” my mother warned me before the ceremony. “Just let nature take its course. The Alphas want a strong mate. And you’re the strongest of all of us.”
Canton’s grip on my nape tightens, his growl becoming even more aggressive.
I lose count of how many times he snarls.
I’m too lost to the sensation of my bones snapping and shifting, the movements foreign and painful.
How do the females submit to changing back for the claiming?I wonder, my insides turning to liquid fire as a whimper escapes my lips.How do they enjoy the claiming?
I’ve heard that the claiming is a beautiful ceremony filled with passion and pleasure.
But I can’t imagine feeling that right now.
I bite my tongue to keep from screaming as my legs finally give out from under me. Canton keeps me in my position with his hand on my nape and my cheek.
It hurts.
It feels as though he’s going to snap my neck.
It’s unnatural.
I need him to release me, to let me finish my shift. Is he punishing me for taking too long? Is he holding me like this to prove he’s in charge?
I whine, my body his to control entirely. What more does he want? I can’t… I can’t fight him. He’s too powerful. Too masculine. TooAlpha.
He finally releases me and unleashes a growl that vibrates through every inch of my being, the wolf inside him demanding my animal come to life.
She snarls in response, but neither of us can fight his call.
I curl into a ball as the shift takes over entirely, my body contorting in ways it’s never done before.
Thismust be why they don’t allow us to meet our inner animals until our mating. Ithurts.
As much as I want to see my animal, I don’t appreciate the pain it requires to meet her. I feel weak. I feel unworthy. I feelsoft.
A mewl leaves my lips unbidden, my limbs shaking as the final phases of my transition hit my core.
And then everything stops.
The agony. The fear. The anticipation. It just melts away as silence descends.
Peace.
My wolf yawns and stretches, pleased to finally be free.
Except the sudden intake of air around me has my wolf’s ears flattening in concern. She doesn’t like that sound and neither do I.
I sniff, trying to draw out the cause of concern. It ruffles my fur, the stench of it growing by the second.
“What the fuck is this?” Alpha Crane demands. “Some sort of sick joke?”
I blink, confused.
Canton is no longer beside me, he’s over ten feet away and glowering at me with a look of disgust that goes straight to my heart.
I lift my head, the sensation a bit strange as the muscles in my neck are new to this form.
I can’t stand yet, my limbs still awkward beneath me.
