Mate of the Werewolf - Wolf In Shining Armour

Thank you so very much once again for all the reviews and kind words. It’s very encouraging, especially since this was my first Original Story. I hope you’ll enjoy this chapter as well.

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Chapter 8: Wolf In Shining Armour

Ethan knew he was trapped, with both wolves on either side of him; he would be able to dodge one, but not the other. What they really wanted from him and why they were so desperately for him to enter their pack that they were willing to drag him back was beyond him.

He had only been a werewolf for three years for Heaven’s sake! He wasn’t special or unique in anyway, he just wanted to help his fellow werewolves. How did things turn on him so quickly?

“Sorry kid,” the ash coloured wolf known as Ross said as he lowered himself upon his hunches, ready to pounce. “Nothing personal, just following orders.”

Ethan ducked his head and squeezed his eyes shut upon reflex when he realized Ross was going to strike down upon him. However, instead of feeling that familiar sensation of pain and shock he had grown used to in his sister’s presence, he felt a sharp breeze ruffle his fur and a high-pitch yelp caused him to open his eyes as that sound of surprise most certainly did not come from him.

And then that overwhelmingly familiar scent touched his senses and a great feeling of relief washed over him. That scent was that of his mate.

“Chance,” Ethan whispered as Chance stood before him as the Night Wolf, his form tall and powerful as he had first seen him, maybe even more so. His teeth were bared and the hackles on the back of his neck were raised in a threatening manner. He did not at all look happy.

A deeply animalistic growl radiated from Chance’s throat as he moved quickly backwards, positioning himself so he was standing protectively over Ethan’s smaller wolf form, forcing him to lay down on the ground in a submissive manner. And for his part Ethan welcomed Chance’s hulking frame above him, no longer feeling as fearful as he was moments before.

“I highly recommend that you stay away from my mate,” Chance snarled dangerously that caused those around him, even Ethan, to shiver at the velocity of those words.

“Holy shit, it’s the Night Wolf!” Ross swore as he scrambled to his feet, Myles standing next to him with his ears back, head down and tail between his legs in a frightened manner.

“H-he’s your mate, you say?” Myles stammered as the two of them backed away slowly.

Surprise swept through Ethan’s frame when these two wolves seem to recognize Chance, even revere him in some form or another.

“That is correct,” Chance replied as he refused to move away from Ethan. “You have a problem with that?”

A small whine was heard from Myles and he shook his canine head swiftly. “N-no.”

“Of course not,” Ross immediately reassured, his posture similar to that of his companions, although it did appear as though he was positioning himself in front of Myles, almost as if shielding him in some way.

“W-we were just following orders!” he suddenly stated.

A fraction of Chance’s anger dissipated from those words, but he still kept his guarding stance, still very cautious and wary. “Who’s orders?” he asked, tilting his head ever so slightly.

“R-Raven’s,” Myles replied as he hid behind Ross, peering out from under Ross’s head. “He has heard about the White Wolf apparently healing rouge wolves and thought it would help the pack if he was one of us.”

“Raven, hm?” Chance murmured before his anger made a sharp return and he growled deep within his throat yet again, this time actually taking a couple of steps forward to enforce his words. “Well, tell Raven that the White Wolf is my mate and if he wants him, he’ll have to come through me...”

“R-right!” the two other wolves quickly replied before making a hasty departure, Ross nudging Myles along with his nose.

Chance waited until they were no longer in sight, their scents slowly drifting away in the wind before he turned back to Ethan, paddling over to him and gently nuzzling him with his nose.

“C-Chance?” Ethan murmured as he lifted his head, seeking more comfort from his mate.

“You’re safe now, my mate,” Chance softly told him, gently licking the side of his face.

Slowly pushing himself to stand on all four of his legs, Ethan felt his ears fall back as he looked up at the dark wolf before him. He found himself once again in a thick cloud of confusion; those two wolves knew him and Chance seemed to know them, as well as the one called Raven.

“Just who are you, really?” Ethan asked.

Chance was silent, his stark blue eyes looking somewhat guiltily into his before he sighed, leaning forward to nuzzle him again. “Come, let’s return to your home,” he said. “You will be safe there.”

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The journey back to Ethan’s home was relatively short, the two starkly different coloured wolves moving quickly through the night, Ethan never straying too far from Chance’s side. The black wolf made sure of it.

Slipping back inside the building, they made sure that Camellia wasn’t waiting inside before Ethan went in search of more clothes for them to wear. They then retreated back to Ethan’s room, much like they had done before, but this time both of them taking up positions on his bed. Chance was leaning his back against the bed head while he pulled a willing Ethan into his arms, placing him upon his lap as Ethan ducked his head under his chin.

“I left my pack to go off in search for you,” Chance began to explain, his arms wrapped securely around him.

Ethan leaned into his bare chest, the older male once again opting to wear a simple pair of jeans. “You’re the Alpha wolf of your pack?”

“The son of the Alpha wolf,” Chance quickly corrected, but then he paused and Ethan could feel him become tense underneath him. “Although, it appears as though my father has been defeated. This is indeed distressing.”

“I’m sorry,” Ethan whispered as he meekly licked his chin as he pushed himself deeper into his arms. “You weren’t there for your father because of me, right?”

Chance laced his fingers through Ethan’s hair. “There is no blame you your shoulders.”

“But, now that you’ve found me, what do you plan to do?” Ethan asked after a moment of hesitation.

Again, another pause from Chance followed, he seemingly taking a moment to mull over his words. “My purpose for this journey was to find you and to take you back with me,” he finally answered truthfully.

A sense of fear touched Ethan, those words reminding him of those the two rogue wolves said to him and he pushed away from Chance, his hands on his chest as he looked into his eyes. “B-but what if I don’t want to go?”

“Then I will stay with you,” Chance stated firmly, his gaze never faltering from his, his hands moving to grasp firmly, yet gently at his upper arms, keeping him in his lap.

That response shocked Ethan slightly. “What?”

“You are my mate now; I will always be by your side,” Chance restated before a frown marred his handsome features. “But, why do you stay with your abusive sister?”

Ethan sighed; he has asked himself that question quite a few times over the years. “Because she’s all I’ve ever known,” he replied sullenly as he leaned back into Chance’s warm and taut chest.

“You will know more if you come with me,” Chance said as he once again threaded his fingers through Ethan’s blond hair. “We need you; we need your kindness and healing hands.”

Ethan’s breath hitched in his throat. No one has ever said that they needed him before...

“The home of which I grew up in,” Ethan started to say as he lifted his head to once again look into Chance’s eyes, this time noticing the affection deep within the blue depths. “Could it be a part of your territory?”

And Chance smiled. “Of course,” he said with a mild tone of relief. But he soon began to frown again, his lips pressed together in a thin line. “But your sister, I will not accept.”

“I know,” Ethan sighed as he found that Chance was slowly tilting his face toward his. “She will cause problems, even with me here.”

However, further thoughts of his sister soon disappeared when Chance started to scatter tentative butterfly kisses along his throat and collar bone, Ethan all but melting under his administrations. “Ch...Chance...” he found himself gasping when Chance run a warm hand down his back to rest just above the curl of his butt.

“Let me mate with you,” Chance huskily and seductively whispered into his ear, his hot breath, the smell of his scent, the feel of his heated body against his caused Ethan to tremble in such a way he had never felt before.

And his mind went abruptly blank when he gasped out his reply. “A-alright.”

Chance nipped at his neck with his teeth. “Hmm?”

Framing Chance’s face with his hands, Ethan grazed his lips against his before pausing before his ear to whisper; “I’m yours.”

And Chance replied by kissing him passionately, guiding Ethan through the most pleasurable experience of his life.