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Drake glares at them. “I’ll speak to my clan. But that still leaves the issue before us. Who are these so-called mutant wolves?”

I make a quick toss of my head toward Kato, indicating he approach.

He steps toward me, his eyes inquiring. “What would you like me to do, Alpha?”

“Take time off the repair and restoration project. Get some of the others to help you scout around. We’ve got to find out who these wolves are and what their intention is. The bloodshed has to stop. We’ve got enough on our hands to deal with without having to worry about new enemies.”

Kato nods.

I turn back to Drake. “We’re going to get to the bottom of this. Those wolves concern us all. They’re coming for Luna, my mate. And I won’t let that happen.”

Chapter Seven

Luna

Something is throbbing between my legs when I awaken—steamy heat, and a desire so strong I could move mountains to get it. It’s not what I want to wake up to. I long for one of my lovers, some of my lovers, all of my lovers. And even then, I know it won’t be enough.

What is going on with me?

Eyes still closed, I pat the tangled sheets on either side of me. There’s no one here. When I drifted off to sleep, I was nestled between Callan and Ethan, and I was somewhat sated. But now I feel as if I haven’t mated in years.

I’m sweating, so I kick the covers off and run my hand across my belly, ribs, and breasts. My skin feels like scorching silk. Touching myself makes me even hotter, so my hand finds its way between my legs, where I touch and caress the liquid heat between my folds.

The distant sound of the screen door thwacking, followed by bootsteps, has me on the alert. My hand stills in the wet slit between my legs.

Which one will come to fill my need? I open my eyes and prop myself up on my elbows.

The footsteps come closer.

I sit up and thrust out my chest as an invitation to whoever’s about to enter.

Axel strides in the room, his head tipped back slightly as he sniffs the air. A delicious, feral expression crosses his chiseled face, making him look ten times more handsome than he already is. A slow smile forms on his face, and he licks his lips. “Well, isn’t this a glorious day?” He whips his t-shirt over his head, revealing ridges of muscle.

It’s then I realize he’s bruised, scraped, and bloody.

“Axel! What happened?”

“It doesn’t matter,” he says. “It’s nothing, just a scrape.” His hands find his belt buckle, and he yanks his belt free.

“It looks like you need medical care,” I say, rising onto my knees.

“What I need, my darling mate, is right in front of me.” His jeans fall to the floor, and his buckle clinks against the hardwood. “It smells like you’re in heat, and I’m ready to put a hundred pups in your sweet belly. This must be why you’ve been so eager to mate, to stay home and make a home. You’re nesting.”

I blink, stupefied. So, this is what it feels like to be in heat. Throbbing with desire so strong I could start a forest fire with it. I should have remembered from the time it happened before, but it’s been so long, and I had no one to satisfy me then, so it was more torturous than pleasant.

Eyelids lowered, I crawl toward the end of the bed on my belly, my wolf eager to show her submission to our Alpha. “Am I?”

“As sure as I can smell, you’re ready for breeding,” Axel says, taking a long, deep sniff as he approaches me. His heavy, thick cock bobs with each step. He reaches for my head and massages my scalp with solid and sure fingers. I moan and lap at the head of his cock, practically whimpering with desire to have it inside me.

As he caresses me, I rub my cheek against his muscular thigh, letting my lips skim along his shaft. “I’m listening.”

“The question is….”

“Yes, Alpha?”

“Are you ready to produce an heir?” His hands move down to my back, where he kneads and massages.

Sweet swamp dogs, if I could purr, I’d be purring strong. “Yes,” I say, shivering with pleasure.