Zane jumps out of his car and sprints to me.

“Love, let me take you to the doctor quickly. Since this morning, I already felt that your body is changing," he explains, picking me up bridal style. I put my face on his neck and inhale his scent deeply. Just as I expected, the cramps immediately subsided and were not as painful anymore.

Zane told me a long time ago that he can sense certain emotions in me. But once we are mated, that will increase. Because of the mate bond, I will also experience everything he feels, joy and anger, pain and sadness. But now he’s only able to perceive my pain and utter joy.

He places me in the passenger seat and kisses me on the forehead. “Hold on, we'll be there in a minute”, he encourages me. Quickly he is back behind the wheel, turns the car nimbly and then we are on the road at high speed. Within a few minutes, we are at the pack’s hospital. He puts me on a bed and walks to the reception. “Can a doctor examine my mate? She has severe stomach cramps," he insists. The nurse looks over at me and then back at the impatient Zane.

"Are you sure she's sick, Alpha?" asks the nurse suspiciously. Zane's eyes turn red with anger, his fangs start to elongate, ready to attack the woman. “Calm down, Alpha. Do not get me wrong. A nurse will come and explain everything to you. You should have understood what is happening by now." The receptionist picks up the phone. No sooner has she put down than a nurse comes waddling up. She is heavily pregnant but seems to be able to continue working.

“Alpha, please. Let me see what we have here," she says calmly.

She walks over to me and drives the bed into a nearby room. She unfastens the belt and button from my jeans to relax my waist. Then she slides my shirt up under my breasts. After some questions about the pain, she turns to Zane. “Alpha, take a deep breath and pick up her scent again. Then see if you can discover it”, she advises Zane, who’s observing her performances with a straight face.

Zane takes a few deep breaths and then I see him looking at me in surprise. “I will write a prescription for painkillers. But actually, the presence of a mate should ease the pain," the nurse now says amusedly. Surprised I look from one to the other, the mood in the room has changed drastically within a short time. Zane comes to me and hugs me. “From today on I won't call you Little One anymore. You have now become a woman”, he whispers to me.

I grab his neck tight. “Become a woman?” I repeat. He holds me back for a moment and stares into my eyes. “Mercedes, every girl goes through a phase where her body changes into a woman's. That is now the case with you,” he explains uncomfortably. “Do you know what menstruating is? When a woman is on her period? It is a monthly cycle for every woman. That guarantees us that we can have pups later on.”

Abdominal cramps, becoming a woman, monthly cycle and pups. What is my mate talking about in God's name?! Zane sees the incomprehension on my face. “Come on, let's get the painkillers. Then we go to the supermarket and buy some things you need. And then home. No party for today, okay?” I nod obediently, knowing that Zane always knows better in situations like this.

He takes the prescription from the smiling nurse and picks me up again. I straddle his waist, my face on his neck when I hear him thank the woman. When we are back at the car, he puts me back in the passenger seat. As we drive away, he takes my hand in his and presses it to his lips. His face is beaming with happiness, it looks like he's hit the jackpot.

“Are you going to tell me more about our strange visit to the hospital, Zane?” I ask him. He nods. “When we get home, we'll google it together. Then we'll know more," he replies. "All I know is that you're a woman now and we'll have our own pups in a few years."

I roll my eyes and decide just to wait.

We get the medicine at the pharmacy and then drive to a supermarket. There Zane takes me to the women's section and shows me some brands of sanitary pads. Yes, I know what those are for, Clarita's sister who is two years older than us, uses them for her monthly bleeds. "You mean I'm going to bleed every month too, Zane?" I ask with a stinky nose. He smiles softly and hugs me. “Don't worry, every month when your period arrives, I'll make sure to be with you so that the cramps become bearable. We are both in this, okay?” he comforts me.

We take a pack of three brands. According to Zane, I first have to experiment with which one of them makes me feel comfortable. Back in the car, we drive to my parents' house. It is still midday, so they are both at work. My father is the Beta of my pack and my mother is the trainer of the pups.

We take the bottles of juice that Zane bought in the supermarket to my room. “Let's order some pizza too, Zane”, I ask with puppy eyes. He chuckles and within minutes, the order is placed.

We sit comfortably on my bed, pillows in the back and leaning against the bedboard. Zane takes my iPad and starts a google search for a woman's menstrual cycle. Half an hour later, a banging on the front door disturbed our concentration. Zane rushes out to receive our pizza order and returns with a delicious-smelling box to the room.

While we eat the slices pizza, we read on about the new phase in our lives...

The great hall of Silver Moon is bursting at the seams.

The heavy base of the Afrobeat reverberates from the speakers, shaking everything on the pack land to its foundations. It's my sixteenth birthday, Zane has thrown out a big party for me. We have live bands performing on the massive stage and later in the evening, a DJ will mix the best songs all together to a powerful beat.

The mood is top, never before has Silver Moon experienced so much bustle. Just for this day, Alpha Ahri permitted members of Midnight Moon entry to celebrate this day with me in my pack. This makes my birthday doubly special.

And I’m telling you, everyone is present, young and old enjoy to the fullest. The drinks flow freely and the huge catering offers so many choices of dishes. The hall is also beautifully decorated, Zane has appointed a team responsible for the decoration and I must admit they did quite a successful job. This is the most lavish birthday party in my pack's history.

I stand on a balcony that overlooks the beautiful hall.

My gaze is on the hundreds of pounding wolves, all with glass in hand. They twerk and shake, some singing along to the beat while grinding each other’s asses. Everyone is having so much fun.

I feel two hands wrap around my waist, Zane's familiar cologne enters my nostrils. I throw my head back against his chest. “Thank you, Zane. This is the best birthday I've ever had. I love you so much”, I whisper, turning to face him. My lips seek his, but he shifts so that my kiss landed on the corners of his mouth. A moan of displeasure escapes me, Zane continues to refuse to deepen the sexual side of our relationship. And I want him so, it’s absolutely not my hormones working as he always states. It’s the longing of a grown-up woman, a mate.

We've been arguing about this for a few months now. As much as I try to seduce him, his iron self-control prevents him from claiming me. I’ve pointed out to him that she-wolves from my pack are already experimenting with sex at the age of fifteen and know much more than me who already have a mate. In the past years, the least I've seen Zane in is a boxer or Speedo. For the last few weeks I've been showing him more of my body. My breasts have grown considerably and promise to become some sweet, heavy marbles. And I always have my pussy shaved clean, waiting for him to see it anytime.

Last week when I entered his room naked, I saw him looking at my boobs greedily. But he did not give in to his lust, he just took a bath towel to wrap around me. Even though I've touched his naked body several times, he still prevents me from worshiping him with my tongue, as I've seen many women do with their man in the movies. I’m only allowed to touch and kiss him, but nothing more sensual. And it really frustrates me.

No matter how I beg, he keeps dodging my prying hands out of his boxers. “It's your hormone, Mercedes. We have to wait until you're eighteen, love," he told me last night for the umpteenth time after another failed attempt. “I want you too, love, don’t get me wrong. You don't know how much. I've been restraining myself for years as I watch you become more desirable each time I see you.”

His words made me proud, yet disappointed. I want Zane to own me physically, show me I'm his. I want to feel him deep inside me as he confesses that he’s mine. Thinking about having to wait another two years almost drives me crazy.

I look up to him now, my gorgeous God.

He gets more breathtaking with age, the women are now more openly chasing him.

Often I've had to make it clear to a she-wolf that she is hunting in my territory, that I have exclusive rights to Zane. Amused, he then watches how it all played out, only to take me in his arms afterward and hug me tenderly. "Yes, I'm hers, exclusively and completely", he warned the bitch. These confessions only make my urge to possess him even stronger.

“Everything for my mate, love. You are the most precious thing I own, making you happy is what I live for,” he whispers, kissing my forehead. “I want more, Zane,” I insist. “I want to be your woman”. He stares down at me lovingly, his hand grips in my hair. Softly he covers my face with small kisses. “You are my woman and I sure as hell I am going to own you. There's nothing more certain than that," he explains hoarsely, pushing me closer to him.

“Give me more”. My voice is now choked, the tension between my legs is unbearable and Zane must realize how painful this waiting is. His body tightens against mine. “I smell your arousal, you are horny. Don't worry, I'll take care of you tonight." With a jerk I lift my face to his. “Really, Zane?” I ask happily. "Will you make me yours tonight? Please don’t let me down."

Zane smiles, a glint appears in his eye. And then I feel his lips on mine.

Finally! I have longed for this first kiss for so long. Eagerly I grab him by the neck and press his head closer to mine. My lips part and our tongues meet halfway. His sweet tongue dances the rhythm of love with mine until we become breathless. With his lips on my neck, Zane tries to catch his breath. “You are a vixen, Mercedes. You steal my heart every time again. I love you, my mate, so much that it takes the best of me”, he whispers into my hair. "Do not worry. I got you. Soon you will feel better.”

With that promise, this night can't go wrong…