Alpha’s Black Furred Slave Mate
Chapter 20

His lips closed around hers; they were soft against his mouth, and she tasted minty from the gum she was previously chewing. He could also taste a hint of that wine she was sipping on at her dining table.

As he tightened his embrace around her, he could feel his wolf's growing anger and the tension that came with it. His wolf was attempting to pull him back, telling him to cut the shit. Ignoring his wolf, he continued his intimate embrace. Sierra lifted a leg and wrapped it around his waist, pressing herself against him. She wore a delicate red dress that rested just under her knees, so she was easy to access. Lifting her dress only slightly, he was able to come in contact with her black lacy panties. She moaned against his lips as his fingers found her wetness; he rubbed the black of his thumb against her c**t and she heavily exhaled. She fumbled around with his pants, trying to get them off but he blocked her attempts by deepening his motioning and increasing her pleasures.

His wolf appeared pleased by that but was still in dismay. He had no desire to sleep with this woman; though she was beautiful, there was no emotional connection with her. He tried to get more involved in the embrace until she agreed to help him, but the more intense the embrace was, the angrier his wolf became.

Deonna, at one point, made her way into his mind. The thought of her body against his; the way she smelled of her distinct musk with a hint of rose. Her breasts against his lips; how soft and delicate they were. He remembered her nipples being sensitive when he tugged them with his teeth. The way she climbed on top of him and bounced her thin body; throwing her head back as her pleasures increased.

He was brought back to the present moment by the tugging feeling of his wolf; he realized he had an erection just from the pure thought of Deonna.

It was unsettling.

He wasn't supposed to be feeling this way; she was a dirtball wolf slave, and she was meant to be repulsed by him. Yet his wolf wouldn't let him be disgusted; his wolf wanted her.

Just as his tension with Sierra began increasing, he heard screaming.

They pulled away from one another, wide-eyed and breathless, staring around frantically trying to figure out where the screaming was coming.

"What's going on?" Sierra asked, breathlessly.

She was pulling down her dress and attempting to fix her hair. Her face was red from the embarrassment of being interrupted.

More screaming erupted through the halls and realized they were coming from the ballroom. The door of the ballroom was now opened, and guests were frantically running out the doorway and towards the front of the manor. Some of the guests have transformed into their wolf selves and were either running or fighting.

Turning to Sierra he ordered, "Get to safety!"

She was hesitant to start running but before she left, she turned back to him and said, "I'll help you save the slave."

He nodded his appreciation to her before she disappeared further down the hallway.

Marlon unleashed his inner wolf, allowing himself to transition into his true form. His silvery-blonde fur broke out through his body; his back arched as he fell to the ground. He could hear the cracking of his bones as they transformed into something much more powerful. His hands and feet turned into giant claw-filled paws. His teeth grew into giant spheres that could bite into the toughest metal and thickest flesh. His eyes flashed a hazy blue, bringing out the silver outline of his wolf's features.

His wolf's howl echoed through the halls, bouncing off the walls and entering the ballroom. The sound of the howl made other wolves turn in his direction as he charged forward. He saw his sons were also in their wolf forms; they didn't look much different than he did. Both had silvery-blond fur with the same hazy blue eyes. Bob was a bit bigger than Alex in build, which made him the toughest and the fiercest.

Marlon had told Alex he needed to work out his wolf more, but Alex was more academic and focused mostly on his education. Not that it was a bad thing, but when it came to fighting, Marlon trusted Bob more.

Marlon noticed splashes of blood, from injured wolves, on the ground of the ballroom. Across the room, he noticed larger wolves of a variety of colors. Mostly silver and blondes with splashes of light browns and reds throughout their coating. They were noblemen, but Marlon didn't recognize them.

The guards sent to protect Marlon were storming towards these new wolves; an angry battle of the wolves broke out.

Angry that these wolves crashed and ruined his party, Marlon wanted a part of the fighting. Alex stood back and watched as Marlon and Bob took it upon themselves to attack.

One of the new wolves, a bit smaller than Marlon but his teeth appeared sharper, and he was an angry little thing, went for Marlon's throat. Marlon being too quick for him dodged the attack and bit into this wolf's shoulder blade. The louder screeching of the wolf pierced through the ballroom.

Landing on the ground, Marlon went for him again. His claws dug into the wolf's skin; clawing away at his thick golden fur until he encountered his flesh. To retaliate, the wolf kicked his bottom claws and dug deep into Marlon's hind legs. Marlon hissed out in pain, but it didn't stop him from clawing through the wolf's chest and ripping through his heart.

Still angry, Marlon found another golden furred wolf he didn't recognize and went for him next. This wolf was also a bit smaller than Marlon and didn't stand for much of a fight. Marlon went for his neck also; as the wolf fell to the ground, another wolf, of a darker golden color, attacked Marlon from the back, digging his teeth into Marlon's shoulder blade.

Thankfully Bob was nearby and attacked the wolf right back until he fell off Marlon's back. Marlon watched as Bob's sharp teeth dug through the wolf's flesh and pulled his heart through his chest. Blood staining Bob's fur and dripping off his teeth. More guards began filling the ballroom; soon the unwanted guests were outnumbered. Chasing the rest of them off, Marlon stood breathlessly staring around the ballroom.

Blood was splattered on the walls and the ground; tables were knocked over and food was, and beverages were scattered across the carpeting. The medic maids came through to tend to the wounded and remove the deceased from sight.

He released his wolf form and turned himself back into his human form; his sons did the same. The boys sat on the ground, blood dripping from their bodies. Some of the blood was their own, most was not. A cool cloth was placed on Marlon's shoulder blade from when that wolf had bitten into him; he sighed out as the cold compress soothed his pain.

Marlon's first thought was that he hoped none of the unwanted wolves made their way up the stairs and into his bedroom, spotting Deonna and harming her in any way. His second thought was hoping that most of his guests made it out alive. His third thought was: Who the f**k were they?