Insatiable: The Lone Werewolf finds his mate (3 page)

Turning in a circle, she placed the food on the floor next to the rugs. Heading in the direction of the rooms, she became frightened, she turned to run to the opening of the cave, and it was covered in snow and ice. She heard something from behind.

Then someone said, “Where are you going?” His voice not threatening. His tone gentle. 

Pivoting around, she spied a naked man, over six feet, large chest with a span like an Eagle. His black silky hair straight and his eyes flashed blue like azure fire. His eyes framing a handsome face.

“Who are you and what are you doing in here?” Adrienne questioned.

“I should ask you the same thing? Do you realize that this is my home?” Wilder said. Adrienne couldn’t take her eyes off of his firm, strong, amazing chest. And that handsome face. His crystal blue eyes and dark hair confused her. And why is he naked?

“It’s freezing outside and here you stand before me naked,” she said to the splendid looking man.

“Haven’t you seen a naked man before?” He said narrowing his eyes.

“Yes, but never one with such a large...” Her eyes fell to his cock and she stuttered when she tried to describe his body part but her eyes couldn’t or wouldn’t leave his manhood. She glanced around. “How did you get in here and where are the snow tracks?” She demanded to know.

“You asked too many questions for a female?” He moved in her direction and Adrienne moved back in horror. “I’m not going to rape you if that’s what you’re thinking.” He extended his long arm reaching for the deer skin to cover his body.

“No, that wasn’t what I was thinking at all.” Clearly that is what she thought. “Where’s that beautiful wolf, don’t tell me you slaughtered him,” she said fuming at the thought of him doing such a thing.

“He left,” Wilder said calmly.

“But how? There are no tracks of any kind.” She stood looking around suspiciously. Her brown eyes meeting his.

“I said before, you talk too much. I’m hungry. Now get me something to eat.”

“I’m not doing any such thing. If you want food, get it yourself,” Adrienne said defiant.

Wilder moved close to her and looked down on her five feet six height and barely a hundred pounds. If he wanted to take her and do whatever to her, she couldn’t stop him.
But he’s trying to intimidate me,
she thought. But there is no way she would push him into doing anything he wouldn’t want to do. Besides, who would live out in such an isolated place unless he was a fugitive? Yet the thought crossed her mind that he could be a Werewolf. She dismissed that as soon as it entered her head.

It must be the delusion of too many nights in this cave and too many books on werewolves. Why would anyone stock their shelves of nothing but werewolves’ tales, unless they were completely psychotic? It’s like those guys who pretended they were vampires when the book
Twilight
came out.

“I better humor him,” she murmured. She backed out and walked to the entrance of the kitchen. Grabbed a half of duck, opened a can of vegetables, put it on a plate, and brought it out to him. He looked at it and turned his head. “What’s wrong now?”

“I don’t eat ducks. My younger brother is into foul. I’m strictly a red meat eater. Get me something else.” She turned and rushed to the kitchen and pulled out a large piece of venison. Then she remembered that he said something about a brother. She became frightened.

Standing in front of him, “You said something about a brother.” She laid the meat in front of him on a plate and he pushed the vegetables on to the floor and picked up the meat and began to eat it with his hands.

He looked up at her with cold blue eyes. Eyes she had seen before. “I have brothers,” he said glaring at her.

“Do they live here with you?”

“Yes. Sometimes.”

“Then that’s why there are so many bedrooms.” She paused careful not to look at him. “Will they be here soon?” She said soft and low.

“Is there anything else you want to know?” He said in a gruff voice looking up at her and then putting his head down tearing the meat with his gleaming white teeth. “Get me some water?”

“How many brothers do you have?” she said looking at him.

“Get me some water,” he repeated.

“You have to say please. I’m not your slave.” He stood up towering over her. He must have been six feet two and all muscle. Then she saw the wound on his arm. Touching it he flinched, she said, “Where did you get...that?” He glared at her with cold eyes and Adrienne rushed away. She brought back a ladle and a large bowl filled with water in a barrel she found in the kitchen, and the first aid kit.

“When are your brothers coming back?” She insisted on knowing. Wilder glared at her then he took the ladle and scooped up the water from the bowl and his blue eyes watched her in an obscene manner. Adrienne backed up.

“Can you help me get out of this valley?” She said.

“Why would I help you?” He said peering at her.

“Because you are a decent human being.”

“On the contrary, I’m only half human and the other half says that I will need you soon.”

“What do you mean only half human and that you will need
me
soon?” She said locking eyes with him.

“We will need you. My brothers and I will need you.” His words ominous and vague. “You will have to wait until they return and then if you want to go you are free to leave. They will have to give their approval,” he said to her with a smirk.

“What do you mean their approval? I’m not a side of beef or a deer you’re chasing for food.” Wilder smiled at the connection.

“No.” You’re too skinny,” he said walking close and touching her arms. “Living in this cave, you have put on a few pounds.” She pulled her arm from him. “My brothers will only come when the snow stops.”

“I can’t wait that long. Don’t you have a car?”

“I have many cars but not here. What you see is my home away from home.” And Wilder raised his head and let out a howling laugh. Her eyes narrowed.

“You’re trying to frighten me. I still need to get home. My mother and father and my fiancé will be worried.” Wilder’s brow furrowed into rows. “What is this about a fiancé?”

“Why would this man of yours let you travel alone in a car at night?” He queried. She sat down.

“That is not your concern and what were you doing following me? How dare you...” She said pointing her finger.

“You were driving erratic, it’s a wonder you didn’t kill yourself. I broke the window of your car so you could climb out. I got this scar from that. He pointed to the scar in its last stage of healing. “I should have left you there,” Wilder said with a raised eyebrow trying to look menacing.

“You did leave me,” Adrienne said.

“Yes, but I kept the animals from eating that little body of yours. Don’t you ever eat?”

“I can’t eat that meat without some preparation. And you have no seasoning. And why are you so concerned about my diet and health?”

“Because soon I will have to mate. And because of this snow, you are the only female around.” Why is he talking like that? She wondered. Maybe he has been in the wilderness too long was her conclusion.

“What? You talk like you have no choice in the matter. Don’t you have some self-control? You said yourself that I’m too skinny. How can you mate with me with that enormous thing you have between your legs. I can’t...”

“Enough of this!” he said gazing at Adrienne. “Don’t you realize that I’m a werewolf?”

“Get the fuck out of here,” Adrienne said laughing.

“That’s right. I’m going to claim you, whether you want me to or not,” he said low, calm, and easy.

“You’re not going to do any such thing.” And she back up against the wall of the cave. Wilder looked at her amused. A smile came across his lips.

Adrienne smiled, “You’re just joking aren’t you? There are no werewolves and you’re not going to fuck me, and you don’t have to mate with me, do you?”

Wilder lay on the bear rug then closing his eyes he fell asleep with Adrienne looking at him. She placed some of the pain pills in the water, he would sleep for a while, giving her time to get away, because clearly, she was dealing with a deranged individual.

With just her leggings, worn boots, and a large fur coat covering half of her naked body, she gathered up some of the animal pelts and placed them around her face and head, and ran to the opening of the cave. She hit the frozen water with a hammer and it left a large hole where she climbed through.

Standing in the opening weighing her options she decided to risk the snow. Wrapping small furs around her feet she was ready to brave the unknown. It was slow going at first. But she thought she would be miles away when that handsome crazy man woke.

*** 

B
reathing hard and feet almost frozen she saw a clearing. So she kept walking. Making it through the frozen grass she saw lots of trees. She trudged along and before she could get into the forest, a large black bear with a cub lumbered out of the path between the pines. Standing still, Adrienne backed up slowly. The black bear gazed at her, she appeared hungry and Adrienne eyes glanced down, it wasn’t safe to fix gaze with a bear with a cub. She backed up slowly giving herself time. Time for what? She thought.

Then she heard the sound of a wolf in a distance, his loud cry sent chills through her body. She looked up and standing on a ledge of a hill was the large white wolf. He put his head down and began racing in her direction.

She tried running, but the bear began a mad surge in her direction. Two predators fighting over the same skinny corpse she imagined. Praying and wondering why she didn’t stay with Wilder and take her chances with him, she dropped into the snow from exhaustion, and before she passed out she prayed that her death would be quick. From reading the books in the cave, she figured that if the large wolf got to her first, he would puncture her neck at the jugular vein, and that would be that—a quick death.

Which death was better she asked herself before fainting.
Neither one would be pretty,
she thought.

W
ilder reached Adrienne just in time. He stood in front of the bear prepared for a fight. His large canines showing through his raised lips. His body five feet tall on all fours, his hair rising on his back, but his fighting stance, not enough to deter the ferocious female bear from her prey.

Hungry, and trying to get to the river to hunt fish, the bear would eat what she could because Adrienne was there and she was potential food. Wilder knew the danger of a bear ready to hibernate and he prepared himself for the onslaught. He needed to protect Adrienne at the risk of his life. The bear lunged at Wilder, and tore into his already wounded arm, but Wilder’s strong mouth and teeth ripped a pieces of the bear’s leg and it backed off, heading back into the forest.

With blood oozing from his legs, he hobbled in the direction of the cave. He lifted Adrienne, with his mouth, who had fainted into the cold snow. His powerful jaws held her and carried her as he would a wolf pup. He had done this many times playing with the young wolves in his packs. When the pups matured they respected him and yield to his Alpha status.

Wilder wanted a family of his own, but never found a female Werewolf compatible to him. She had to accept his brothers and the female would have to be fertile. Most Were females were sterile. And to have a strong pack, it was imperative that any female he chose would have to bear all their pups, because as triplets, and all Alpha wolves, they were inseparable. Wilder and his brothers made a pact and swore that they would stay together, and they controlled the territory they inherited equally from their father, and neither were willing destroy or push the other out.

His brothers agreed that whomever Wilder selects they would accept and mate with her because they trusted his decision as the head Alpha. And if for some reason he died the next in line would take her and marry her. As he headed for the cave with blood dripping from his wounds, that may come sooner than he thought.

***  

B
uilding a fire wasn’t easy with Wilder’s injured arm. He set Adrienne on the bear rug, pulled the wet animal skins and black leggings from her body. She shivered from the cold, as he managed to get the fire going. He made the uncomfortable and difficult transformation into human form and then lay beside her holding her in his comforting large arms.

Being with this female is taxing, he thought. Never had he been in so much danger, or had to make so many changes to human form. Usually on his working ranch, he and his brothers will spend that time as humans entertaining and being entertained, but when the moon is full he will assume the appearance of a wolf to hunt and maintain their survival skills. He enjoyed his time alone hunting and wandering through the western states, visiting packs, and hearing their grievances.

He and his brother’s controlled a large territory in several states, Nevada, Oregon, Washington, and Wyoming, and his small pack in Alaska. Returning from Oregon to his ranch in Nevada, he decided to hunt for game to replenish the food at the cave for the winter, but an early snowfall had prevented him from catching the swift buck in front of him as well as the unsuspecting accident that brought Adrienne into his life and to his cave.

Seeing the shaking Adrienne, Wilder made a change once more to a wolf. He lay down beside her to keep her warm preventing her from freezing. His thick fur would protect her from frostbite. Adrienne woke and all she saw was the large white wolf sleeping near her. She screamed and when she did, Wilder’s body began to change, he tried to stop it but it was impossible at this stage of his transformation. His natural animal instinct had taken over him and he began to transform into the human but he resisted and reverted back to the wolf.

Wilder stood on all fours and the scream from Adrienne heightened. The sound echoed around the cave causing his large ears to ring. Surprisingly her scream didn’t affect him as much as the howl of the females of his pack. It took on a calming effect and he wanted to protect her but from whom? So he changed once more to his human shape and she screamed louder. With his transformation complete, he cupped her mouth with his large hands.