17 Chapter 17. Wet Dreams

Point of View: Alpha Ryan Damison

I wake up from a nightmare in the midnight. I could feel the sweat running from my forehead to temples, dripping to my jawline. My eyes refuse to blink in trepidation and my hands shake miserably, nonstop. Never in my whole life, I had such a terrifying dream.

I dreamed of Ethan kissing me. And the worst part is that I was passionately kissing him back while desperately removing his shirt. I rub my hands on my face, assuring it was just a dream. Maybe watching the movie last night was another bad idea. I should have never listened to my wolf to watch George of The Jungle and his abs.

I couldn't sleep the rest of the night, my frantic soul is scared of dreaming Ethan again, so I focus on my Alpha duties. I make a call in the pack-station and tell my Beta to inform all the newly shifted wolves to be ready for training by three o'clock.

Because, if I couldn't sleep… no one else is sleeping. Period.

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As I enter my office premises, I smell mild vanilla and dew grass scent lingering in the hallway and in the elevator. The smell is so godly scented that I couldn't help but take a deep breath, filling my lungs till the brim. Instincts kick in and I feel a sudden urge to have my mate right now.

Let's go see him. What clothes our mate might be wearing? Let's wish- Dakota keeps babbling in my head.

No, we are not going anywhere near him. I sternly tell him.

I instantly block my wolf, I remind myself not to listen to him ever again. I couldn't sleep all night, frightened of dreaming Ethan, naked. And now Dakota is fucking with my head. Stupid wolf.

As I reach my cabin, he starts to scratch violently inside the walls of my head to talk to me. Every atom in my body shakes to follow my wolf's desire.

Just once, Ryan. One peek. One sniff. One lick. One- Dakota begs me.

Just one look! One look, that's it.

I tell him offering peace. He immediately agrees and wags his tail like an excited puppy. I mail Raj about the department's inspection as an excuse to eye on Ethan. Yesterday I couldn't look at him properly other than his eyes and clothes. Though I don't want to see him, I want to see him.

Drake follows me to the fifth floor where my mate is working. Raj is already on the door to receive us. He babbles something about the new product, how his team is working to make it number one in the digital market whereas I simply follow the luring smell which takes me to the Analysis section.

As soon as I enter, everyone stands up from their seats to greet me except one. Ethan.

He turns his head in my direction and slowly stands up. He is really slow. Didn't he notice me? Does he even feel the mate bond?

Ethan's eyes glow up as he sees me, my heart thumps mercilessly in my chest as I notice him checking me out. I hate this feeling, the feeling of nervousness around him, wondering if he likes the color of my suit on me. All these thoughts, I fucking hate it.

I don't like men. I am not gay. IAMNOTGAY!

Our mate looks so fresh. His skin looks so rich, lips are full. Let's lick him-

Dakota's voice subdues in the background as I see a wolf's picture on his table. A ping of jealousy pokes in my heart as I see the photo frame.