Chapter 148 - 147. The Bonding Mark[M]

NOTICE: ABOUT BONDING/MARKING IN WYU!'S UNIVERSE 

[Unlike the mark which is temporary and requires a constant exposure of the marked werewolf to their dominant's pheromones to not fade, a bond cannot fade even if the mates are separated.

When dominants claim their partner, they bite them at the base of the neck, where the main pheromone glands are located. The dominants' fangs pierce their partner's neck deeply and long enough to reach the glands and inject them with a special enzyme that will create the bond.

This enzyme slightly modifies the mate's pheromones. From that moment on, the claimed werewolves emit their pheromones mixed with a back note similar to their dominant's pheromones. But this is only the tip of the iceberg.

Several physiological changes will be caused by this enzyme and this is what creates the bond which is an emotional and physical connection between dominants and their mate. The whole process is therefore hard on the mate's body, but the release of pleasure hormones makes the process more bearable. This is why the bond is made during mating.

An alpha's bond is special and stronger, especially if their mate is an omega because alphas have a deadly toxin in their fangs.

When alphas bite their omega partner, it saturates their mate's glands with their enzyme but also with their toxin. The process which is already stressful for a common bond is even more violent for omegas as they fight against the toxin and therefore against death.

Fortunately, the mixture of the enzyme and the toxin, but also other elements present in omegas' organism will allow the creation of an antitoxin. Claimed omegas are the only werewolves immune to their alphas' toxin.

An alpha can mark another dominant, high, middle, or low rank and even a beta but there is a chance that the dominant partner will die from the toxin during the bond's creation if they aren't injected with an antidote against the toxin because dominants' bodies can't make antitoxin.

Alphas cannot claim another alpha because the bitten alpha always dies in the process. Indeed, the glands at the base of the werewolves' neck are the core of their nervous system but also the most fragile part of their body. No alpha can survive the presence here of another alpha's toxin in their nervous system's core. ]

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The moment they had both been waiting for was finally here. Glen looked at Eden stared back at him, his eyes shining with a craving that cannot be faked. The dominant's head was light and his body was starting to react to the omega's pheromones. Eden was still spreading them without diminishing their intensity, well aware that the alpha would be soon be overwhelmed by a desire that would consume him. It was precisely what he wanted.

Glen didn't spread his pheromones in response to the blond's olfactory invitation. He knew that if he did so now, they would both be out of control because of all the tension they had built up, just waiting to be released by the embrace of their two bodies.

The dominant blinked, breaking the hypnotic eye contact he had made with the two golden circles. His own green irises fell on Eden's lips, parted and tempting, waiting, calling for his kisses.

The alpha's hand rose and reached out to his mate's cheek as he leaned on to press their foreheads together.

"I need to clean everything so any wild animal doesn't come while we are busy. Go inside and…" He pressed a finger on the male omega's bottom lip fighting the urge to kiss him. "Wait for me."

The three words left his mouth with barely contained febrility. Eden nodded quietly and Glen tore his gaze away from his mate's to stand up.

He felt Eden also get up behind him to disappear inside the tent. A short while later, lights came on inside, illuminating the white fabric with several pale yellow halos.

As the darkness intensified, the lighted tent stood out even more against the natural landscape. However, the beauty of the nature around them was, even more, captivating with the low light and the change of atmosphere.

Glen could tell because his eyes pierced through the night as in daylight. The river simply lit by the last rays of the sun was a vision worth being captured for eternity. He smiled and started hustling to find his mate.

Glen didn't put out the fire. He only grabbed the now grilled fish to remove them from the wooden skewers. The smell that he found appealing a few minutes ago no longer had any interest in his eyes. However, he repacked each of the dishes and the grilled fish with care. He knew his omega would be weakened and starved after their mating due to the bond.

The alpha gathered everything that couldn't stay outside and after one last glance at the landscape, he headed to the tent.

Glen rushed in, lowering his head before closing behind him. He walked over to the small table and noticed that Eden had lowered the flap of fabric that separated the two parts of the tent, hiding the 'night' part where the bed of furs was. This part was now inaccessible to his eyes.

Still, the solar lanterns the omega had lit to illuminate the place created a play of shadows that the alpha would have found sultry if he hadn't tried his patience so much. To tell that the sight was agonizing was appropriate.

The shadow of the male omega sitting on the bed was drawn on the white fabric. Eden had let go of the blanket that covered his body earlier. Thus, the alpha could see the silhouette of his fully naked body waiting for him just a few feet away.

Glen watched as Eden got up to cross the room to a corner of the tent where the alpha knew he had left some things they would need. The dominant gulped as he saw the shadow move.

Eden bent down to take something from a bag placed on the ground. His torso bent over as his hand rummaged through the pockets of the luggage on the floor.

The sight of the omega hunched over in a pose revealing everything to nonexistent eyes made the dominant's pulse quicken. Glen then noticed that he still smelled Eden's pheromones, but faintly.

The smell of apples and sugar escaped through the cracks from the space of the tent where the blond was and Glen was already dreading the shock he would have when he joined his mate.

It would be a miracle if he didn't pounce on him. Glen turned his body away and tore his thoughts away from what was happening on the other side of the white piece of fabric. He started to get busy and put the food he had gathered in the coolers.

His brief distraction allowed him to regain some self-control and it was with this fragile control that he entered the night section.

The shadow behind the cloth became a fully naked young werewolf offered up for his view and Glen's reason fleed his body to let his werewolf desires and instincts take over.

Eden's seductive pheromones that filled the room had left no corner free of their presence. The scent would have been completely intoxicating if Glen hadn't already given up on the idea of ​​staying sane. They were werewolves on their bonding night therefore, the alpha decided to let his inner wolf lead him.

Eden who had heard when his mate had entered the room, froze on the spot. He held his breath with an apprehension that made the air almost electric.

The blond had chosen to stay naked on purpose to disturb his mate and for the first time in his life, he felt exposed, completely vulnerable. Glen's gaze started to scrutinize every inch of his skin as soon as he stopped on the threshold.

It was to the point that Eden felt a burn all over the skin that was exposed to the dominant's eyes. The younger werewolf wasn't even able to shiver to get rid of the tension that his body had started to feel at the mere arrival of the alpha so much his body was tense with expectation.

Eden heard the muffled sound of the fabric coming back into place behind Glen and silence that let every sound of nature outside come to them. Even though it had taken a few minutes for Eden to fill the space with his pheromones, it only took a few seconds for Glen to give an appropriate response to this olfactory provocation.

The alpha's pheromones invaded the space up to the roof of the tent and the omega male's lips parted as his breathing grew unsteady. His fingers gripped the paper box he held in his hands and his ears filled with the thud of the footsteps of his alpha who had come for the claim.

Tap.

Tap.

Tap.

Silence. Eden knew that the dominant was right behind him. The male omega felt the heat of his body which made his own body hot. His back, his buttocks, the back of his legs, his nape, every part of his skin that was in contact with the heat of his alpha's body that had stopped a few away suffered from a sudden fever.

Glen's barely perceptible breath brushed his ears and Eden's fingers clenched, crushing the box he was holding in his hand.

Without a word, the dark-haired werewolf's hand reached out from behind where he was and grabbed the box from his mate's hands, who offered no resistance and let go.

"I need them, so I might as well get them." He tossed the box, which landed almost silently on the bed of furs. "Also… Eden…"

"Ack!"

The blond let out a gasp when his alpha's tongue ran along his neck and up towards his earlobe, which he licked before resuming his position just a few inches from Eden's body, which was now quivering.

"You're so wet…" Glen had looked down over the shoulder of the omega whose erect penis had been oozing with precum since his mate had released his pheromones.

"Should I do something about that?"

The blond werewolf was panting, head clouded with desire but he managed to gather his scattered mind pieces and turned around to glare at his mate. His glowering eyes took on an amused hue when he saw that despite his bold attitude, the alpha was just as excited as he was.

Indeed, the sweatpants that the dominant had put on directly on his skin were deformed by a massive erection. A smirk lifted one of the corners of the blond's mouth, and, eyes locked on his mate's gaze, Eden took a step forward. He lifted his fingers to touch the alpha's cock through the fabric.

Before the tip of the young werewolf's index finger touch him, Glen grabbed his wrist, pressing lightly on it in a mute warning. In the medium-ocean green, a real storm had risen.

Eden knew that it was no longer the Glen he knew but his inner wolf who was in charge.

The alpha was all raw instincts and desires waiting for the first sign to launch a sensual assault on his omega.

The two werewolves stared at each other for a moment that seemed to last forever. When the blond's lips parted imperceptibly to let the air in, the dominant reacted with supernatural speed and a delicacy that was only possible with total control of this force that could break every bone in the young werewolf's body.

Glen lifted Eden and pinned him against the fur mattress. The omega didn't even realize what had happened. He simply felt against his back, the fluffy and soft contact of the blankets stacked in dozens of layers. Glen's mouth was crushed against his and their tongues intertwined in a sensual, frantic struggle.

Surprised by the ardor of his mate, Eden welcomed the kiss and responded to it with as much passion as possible until, out of breath, the alpha pulled away, straightening his torso to look at the omega he was ready to claim.

Cheeks flushed, disheveled, and half-closed eyes filled with lust, Eden was in the dominant's eyes a call to lechery. His fingers stroked the spot where the younger werewolf already bore the mark. Glen intended to bite the same spot down to claim his mate.. A wave of desire and impatience washed over him and the alpha's lips parted, baring his fangs.