Bound by Fate

Bound by Fate Chapter 1

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𝑩𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝑭𝒂𝒕𝒆 - 𝑩𝒆𝒏 𝑪𝒐𝒉𝒆𝒏

𝗟𝗶𝗮𝗺 – A 22-year-old Wales professional rugby player. Handsome and preppy though tough as nails kind of guy who leads a dual life in the hypermasculine world of rugby sport as a closeted gay player.

𝗗𝗿𝗮𝗸𝗲 – A 30-year-old male who is the alpha of the Moon Stone pack. A crude, trash talking, rough-looking man, who lives only for 3 pleasures in his life: Fighting, Eating and Fucking.

In the world of professional rugby, Liam has always followed the rules, except when it comes to his heart. Deep in the closet, he fears revealing his true self. But a fateful encounter with Alpha werewolf Drake changes everything. Recognizing Liam as his fated mate, Drake pulls him into a world of werewolves, fated bonds, and pack politics. As Liam grapples with his new reality and a brewing war between packs, he must navigate his identity and bond with Drake. Amidst danger, Liam discovers strength and learns that true love can conquer even the darkest fears.

Chapter One

In the dying seconds of the Wales Rugby League Finals, the air was electric with anticipation. Liam, the Stone Hedge team's powerhouse winger, faced a wall of defenders. With a sudden burst of speed, he dodged the first tackle, his muscles flexing under the strain. Another defender lunged, but Liam spun away, his agility on full display. The crowd's cheers grew louder as he neared the try line, each step a testament to his determination.

With only one man between him and victory, Liam feigned right then cut left, leaving the defender grasping at air. He dove forward, stretching every sinew, the rugby ball clutched tightly in his hand as he touched it down just over the line. The referee's whistle pierced the air, signalling the end of the match and the confirmation of Liam's try.

The stadium erupted into pandemonium. Fans leaped from their seats, their roars merging into a single triumphant chant. Liam's teammates swarmed him, lifting him onto their shoulders amidst the sea of jubilant faces. The floodlights above cast a golden glow over the field, highlighting the sweat and joy on Liam's face as he soaked in the glory of the moment. Victory was theirs, and it was all thanks to his relentless drive.

In the locker room, the atmosphere was a chaotic blend of sweat and triumph. The team's larger-than-life forwards, their muscles glistening with sweat, were in the midst of a raucous celebration. Champagne bottles popped, spraying foamy streams that mingled with the earthy scent of grass and mud. The air was thick with laughter and crude jokes as they tossed towels and jeered playfully at each other.

The team captain, Jake, a towering figure with broad shoulders and a booming voice, clapped Liam on the back with enough force to make him stagger slightly. "This is our year, man! We're going all the way!" he roared, his face flushed with victory and anticipation. He then turned to the group, his eyes scanning the rowdy bunch. "𝘓𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘩𝘪𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘣 𝘧𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘢𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘣𝘳𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩! 𝘞𝘩𝘰'𝘴 𝘪𝘯?"

A chorus of enthusiastic agreements filled the room as the players high-fived and whooped, already imagining the night ahead. Some of the guys, their bodies sculpted from hours of training, nudged each other and grinned wolfishly, discussing which bars had the hottest crowds.

Jake leaned closer to Liam, his expression curious. "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘓𝘪𝘢𝘮𝘺? 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘣𝘦 𝘢 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘥 𝘯𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵." Liam hesitated, the noise around him suddenly distant as he considered the invitation. "𝘕𝘢𝘩, 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘐'𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘢 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘰𝘶𝘵," he replied, avoiding eye contact.

A few of the guys overheard and paused, their expressions turning puzzled. One of the wingers, a burly guy with a mischievous glint in his eye, raised an eyebrow. "𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘶𝘱, 𝘓𝘪𝘢𝘮? 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘭𝘸𝘢𝘺𝘴 𝘴𝘬𝘪𝘱 𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘯. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘢𝘪𝘥 𝘰𝘳 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵?"

Another teammate, equally muscular and loud, chimed in, "𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘮𝘢𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘫𝘰𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘦 𝘨𝘰 𝘰𝘶𝘵. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘢 𝘨𝘪𝘳𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘩𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘸𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘵?"

Liam felt the heat rise to his cheeks, the familiar discomfort knotting in his stomach. "𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵," he muttered, trying to keep his voice steady. "𝘐'𝘮 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥, 𝘮𝘢𝘯! 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘰𝘯. 𝘐'𝘮 𝘣𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘵, 𝘐 𝘨𝘶𝘦𝘴𝘴."

Jake studied him for a moment, then clapped him on the shoulder again, this time more gently. "𝘈𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘮𝘢𝘯. 𝘠𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭. 𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥, 𝘸𝘦'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘢𝘵 𝘖'𝘔𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘺'𝘴. 𝘖𝘬, 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘓𝘌𝘛'𝘚 𝘎𝘖!!"

With a final nod, Liam grabbed his bag and slipped out of the locker room, leaving behind the noise and the questions, his mind already drifting to the quiet solitude of his apartment and the plans for his upcoming vacation.

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Back in his hotel room, Liam stepped into the shower, the hot water cascading over his body, easing the tension in his muscles. As he stood there, the steam filled the room, mirroring the fog in his mind. He thought about the constant dance he had performed throughout his life—dodging every request to date a girl, evading setups, and the relentless pressure of keeping his true self hidden.

After a quick dinner, he collapsed onto the bed, staring at the ceiling, sleep far from his grasp. His thoughts drifted to the secret that weighed heavily on him, the truth about his attraction to men. In the world of rugby, where masculinity was often equated with toughness and heterosexuality, revealing his identity felt like an impossible hurdle. The fear of rejection, or worse, losing his place on the team, kept him silent.

"𝘞𝘩𝘺 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥?" he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the quiet hum of the air conditioner. The pressure of juggling his secret and his professional life was immense. Each day, he played the role expected of him, laughing at crude jokes, pretending indifference when teammates boasted about their latest conquests. But inside, he ached for authenticity, for someone who could see past the facade and accept all of him.

His teammates, though supportive in many ways, were part of the very community that made his secret so dangerous to share. The thought of their reactions if they knew the truth haunted him. "𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘢𝘺," he whispered into the darkness, "𝘐 𝘩𝘰𝘱𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦. 𝘚𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘥𝘰𝘦𝘴𝘯'𝘵 𝘤𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘢𝘮𝘦."

As the night deepened, Liam's thoughts grew heavier, each memory of a missed opportunity or a close call with discovery adding to the burden he carried. The toll on his mental health was evident; the joy of victory tonight was tinged with the sadness of solitude. He turned onto his side, pulling the blanket tight around him, seeking comfort in its embrace as he longed for the day when he could be truly free.

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The following morning, Liam awoke with a sense of purpose. He packed his rugged 4x4 pickup truck with precision, each piece of gear meticulously chosen for the adventure ahead. His hiking boots lay beside a sturdy backpack, filled with essentials: a map, compass, first aid kit, and enough provisions to last him through the day. A lightweight tent and sleeping bag were secured on the roof rack, ready for any unexpected overnight stays.

As he drove along the winding roads leading to the Appalachian Mountains, the urban landscape gradually gave way to dense forests and towering peaks. The engine of his truck hummed a steady rhythm, matching the pulse of excitement coursing through him. Arriving at the trailhead, Liam stepped out into the crisp mountain air, feeling invigorated.

He laced up his boots, tightened the straps of his backpack, and set off down the narrow path. The trail was carpeted with fallen leaves, their vibrant hues of orange and red a stark contrast to the evergreen backdrop. Sunlight filtered through the canopy, casting dappled shadows on the ground. Birds chirped melodically, their songs echoing through the serene forest.

Liam paused, taking in the breathtaking view that unfolded before him. The mountains stretched endlessly, their peaks shrouded in mist. A sense of peace washed over him, a stark contrast to the adrenaline-fueled world of rugby. Here, amidst nature's grandeur, he felt a profound connection, a reminder of the simpler things in life. "𝘛𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥," he murmured to himself, a smile spreading across his face as he continued his ascent, eager to discover what lay beyond the next bend.

Meanwhile, somewhere deep in the heart of the Appalachian Mountains...

Drake, the formidable alpha of the all-male werewolf pack, stood imposingly. His physique was a testament to his dominance: muscles bulging beneath his skin, each movement revealing the raw power coiled within him. His long hair cascaded down his back, and his beard framed a face that exuded both ferocity and allure. His chest was a vast expanse of muscle, with large, prominent nipples that seemed to beckon attention. Drake's presence was magnetic as he stepped forward, his engorged 9-inch cock, thick as a wrist, jutting out assertively. He eyed his two enforcers, who were equally rugged and muscular, their bodies honed by countless battles and rituals.

The morning sun cast long shadows across a clearing where Drake and his two enforcers prepared for their daily sparring session. This was not just a routine; it was a ritual that honed their skills and reinforced Drake's dominance over his pack.

The air was crisp as they circled each other, muscles tensed and ready. Drake, with his imposing stature, eyed his opponents with a fierce intensity. The enforcers, equally formidable, exchanged quick glances, silently strategizing their approach.

Without warning, the first enforcer lunged at Drake, aiming to catch him off guard. But Drake was swift, sidestepping the attack and countering with a powerful sweep of his leg that knocked the enforcer off balance. The second enforcer used this moment to his advantage, charging at Drake from behind. Drake sensed the movement and spun around, grabbing the incoming arm and using the enforcer's momentum to throw him over his shoulder.

The sparring match escalated into a fierce battle, the air thick with tension and exertion. Drake, his muscles rippling with each movement, taunted his enforcers with a smirk. "𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯, 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴, 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵? 𝘛𝘳𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘢!"

The first enforcer, fuelled by Drake's challenge, lunged forward with a growl, aiming a powerful punch at Drake's jaw. Drake dodged effortlessly, laughing as he countered with a swift kick to the enforcer's side, sending him stumbling. "𝘗𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤! 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘯 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘢𝘤𝘬?"

The second enforcer, seeing his chance, rushed in from behind, attempting to tackle Drake around the waist. Drake sensed the move and twisted, grabbing the enforcer's arm and hurling him over his shoulder onto the ground. "𝘛𝘰𝘰 𝘴𝘭𝘰𝘸, 𝘱𝘶𝘱! 𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵!"

Both enforcers, now visibly frustrated and panting heavily, exchanged a determined look. They charged simultaneously, one aiming for Drake's legs while the other went for his upper body. Drake, anticipating their strategy, leaped into the air, avoiding the leg grab and landing a solid punch to the second enforcer's gut. As the enforcer doubled over, Drake swiftly turned and delivered a knee strike to the first enforcer's chest, knocking the wind out of him.

"𝘐𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘵? 𝘐 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘦𝘴𝘵," Drake sneered, circling them slowly, his eyes gleaming with dominance. "𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘭 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘸𝘭 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘥𝘦𝘯𝘴."

Enraged and desperate to prove themselves, the enforcers regrouped, launching another coordinated assault. This time, they managed to pin Drake against a tree, one holding his arms while the other tried to subdue his legs. Drake, however, unleashed a roar of fury, his strength surging through him. With a mighty heave, he broke free from their grasp, sending both enforcers flying with the force of his release.

Breathing heavily but still standing tall, Drake looked down at his defeated enforcers, who lay sprawled on the ground, gasping for breath. "𝙎𝙐𝘽𝙈𝙄𝙏!!" he commanded, his voice low and authoritative.

The enforcers, battered and exhausted, nodded weakly, their heads bowing in submission. "𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘈𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘢," they murmured, acknowledging their defeat and Drake's unyielding dominance.

Drake sauntered over to his enforcers, a wicked grin playing on his lips. "𝘋𝘢𝘮𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴 𝘱𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘱 𝘢 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘧𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘥𝘢𝘺," he drawled, his voice thick with amusement and approval. "𝘠𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴, 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘨𝘪𝘷𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵."

The enforcers, still catching their breath, managed weak smiles in response, pride mingling with the exhaustion evident on their faces.

Drake crouched down beside them, his eyes locking onto theirs. "𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳, 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘦 𝘴𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘴 𝘢𝘳𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘯𝘥. 𝘎𝘰𝘵 𝘪𝘵!?" He reached out, giving each of their cheeks a rough pat, emphasizing his point.

"𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘈𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘢!" they responded in unison, nodding as they understood the deeper meaning behind their daily battles.

"𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥," Drake continued, his tone turning more serious. "𝘕𝘰𝘸, 𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘥 𝘶𝘱 𝘰𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘴𝘴𝘦𝘴, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘪𝘱𝘦𝘳. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘭𝘭—𝘴𝘶𝘣𝘮𝘪𝘵, 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘪𝘤𝘦, 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘮𝘢𝘺𝘣𝘦 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘦𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘦." He gestured towards himself suggestively, a smirk playing on his lips.

The enforcers exchanged a glance, a mix of anticipation and respect flickering in their eyes. "𝘞𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥, 𝘈𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘢. 𝘞𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦," one of them spoke up, his voice steady despite the lingering fatigue.

Drake nodded, satisfaction evident in his expression. "𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳. 𝘕𝘰𝘸, 𝘭𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘵."

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Drake stood towering above his enforcers, his presence overwhelming in the clearing. With a predatory grin, he started to stroke his massive, engorged cock. It jutted out prominently, veins pulsing along its length, throbbing with each heartbeat. A bead of precum glistened at the tip, slowly stretching and dripping onto the ground, marking his territory with a potent musk that filled the air.

The enforcers, lying on the ground, couldn't help but be affected by the sight and scent. Their eyes widened, fixated on Drake's imposing erection, their own cocks responding involuntarily, hardening against their will. Drool pooled in their mouths, their arousal evident as they swallowed hard, anticipation building.

Drake revelled in their submission, his voice dripping with lust as he taunted them. "𝘓𝘰𝘰𝘬 𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘰, 𝘱𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘮𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴, 𝘥𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶? 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘢𝘵𝘴, 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘶𝘴𝘵." He paused, running a hand through his hair, then lifting his arm to expose his armpit, ripe with sweat. He sniffed deeply, then licked his lips, tasting his own musk. "𝘊𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘪𝘵, 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴? 𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘈𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘢?"

The enforcers nodded, their breaths coming faster, their bodies trembling with desire. One of them, unable to resist any longer, crawled forward on his hands and knees, his eyes never leaving Drake's cock. The other followed suit, their movements desperate and eager.

Drake watched them approach, his smirk widening. "𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘪𝘵. 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘦. 𝘏𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴," he said, gripping his cock firmly, stroking it slowly, milking more precum which glistened in the sunlight.

As they reached him, Drake positioned them expertly, one on either side of his legs. "𝘖𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘞𝘪𝘥𝘦!!" he commanded, his voice husky with desire. They obeyed instantly, their mouths gaping open, tongues extended, ready to receive him.

Drake guided his cock first into one mouth, then the other, watching as they fought for position, their tongues swirling around his shaft, trying to capture every drop of his essence. "𝘚𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘵, 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴. 𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘦 𝘪𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘪𝘵, 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘢," he groaned, his hips bucking slightly, feeding them more of his length.

The first enforcer then took the massive shaft into his mouth. His lips stretched obscenely around the thick girth, swallowing it down to the base with a desperate eagerness. His throat muscles contracted rhythmically, each bob of his head sending waves of pleasure through Drake's body.

Simultaneously, the second enforcer joined in, taking the huge cock away from the other. His mouth watering as he licked around the swollen cockhead, slurping noisily at the precum that oozed from the slit. He moaned deeply, the sound vibrating against Drake's skin, adding to the alpha's mounting arousal.

Drake watched them, his eyes dark with lust, as they worshiped his cock and balls like starved animals. "𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘪𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘴!" he growled, his voice rough with desire. "𝘓𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱!"

The enforcers obeyed, their tongues working furiously. One inserted his tongue into the cockslit, trying to coax out more precum, while the other sucked and licked the entire length of the big cock, bathing it in spit. Their efforts were frantic, each movement driven by a deep-seated need to please their alpha. Then, both enforcers attempted to deep throat Drake's massive cock, taking turns stuffing their throats with the throbbing member. They gagged slightly, their eyes watering, but continued, driven by the thrill of submission and the taste of their alpha.

"𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘴!!" Drake barked, his hands gripping their hair, guiding their movements. "𝘚𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥𝘦𝘳, 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭!" Their moans grew louder, muffled by the cock filling their mouths. Each thrust into their throats elicited a guttural sound of pleasure mixed with discomfort, enhancing the raw intensity of the scene.

Drake's commands became more explicit, his language crude and degrading. "𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘪𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘦𝘴! 𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦." The enforcers, lost in their submission, responded only with more fervent sucking and licking, their bodies trembling with the effort to satisfy their alpha. The air was thick with the sounds of slurping, moaning, and Drake's harsh orders, creating a symphony of depravity that echoed through the clearing.

As the intensity of the blowjob threatened to push Drake over the edge, he felt the urgent need to slow down the pace. With a deep, commanding voice, he ordered the first enforcer, "𝘠𝘰𝘶! 𝘌𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬. 𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘸𝘦𝘢𝘵 𝘰𝘧𝘧, 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘱𝘪𝘵𝘴!"

The enforcer eagerly complied, his eyes gleaming with lust as he positioned himself under Drake's massive arm. He stuffed his nose deep into the armpit, inhaling the musky scent deeply before extending his tongue to lick the salty sweat. His tongue worked vigorously, lapping up every drop, while he made soft, whining noises of pleasure, savouring the taste and smell of his alpha.

Drake, enjoying the sensation of being worshiped so intimately, held the enforcer's head firmly in place, pressing it deeper into his armpit. "𝘚𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯!" he growled, his voice thick with desire. The enforcer obeyed, sucking hard on the hair and skin, ensuring not a trace of sweat was left.

Drake then dragged the enforcer's face to his other armpit, repeating the command. "𝘋𝘰 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘨𝘢𝘪𝘯! 𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘣𝘪𝘵!" The enforcer, now more aroused than ever, licked and sucked with even greater fervour, his moans muffled by the pit he was servicing.

Satisfied with the thorough cleaning, Drake moved on to his next demand. "𝘕𝘰𝘸, 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘺 𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘸 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴𝘵! 𝘉𝘪𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥!" he ordered, his tone leaving no room for hesitation. The enforcer immediately latched onto one of Drake's prominent nipples, sucking it into his mouth and gently biting down. He alternated between sucking and biting, each nipple receiving equal attention. Then, his mouth moved lower, across Drake's broad, muscular chest. He nibbled and chewed on the firm muscles, occasionally sinking his teeth in harder, causing Drake to grunt in approval.

"𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘪𝘵, 𝘮𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘩! 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦 𝘮𝘦," Drake rumbled, his hands gripping the enforcer's head, guiding him to bite harder. The enforcer complied, his bites becoming more assertive, leaving small marks on Drake's skin. Each bite sent shivers of pleasure through Drake, helping him regain control over his impending climax.

The scene was raw, filled with the sounds of slurping, biting, and Drake's low, approving growls. It was a display of dominance and submission, each action underscoring their roles in the pack hierarchy. The air was thick with the scent of sweat, musk, and arousal, creating an intoxicating atmosphere that only fuelled their primal desires further.

As the second enforcer continued to deep throat Drake's massive cock, Drake's voice cut through the air, commanding and rough. "𝘌𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘵. 𝘔𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘢𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬, 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘥𝘰𝘸𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘭𝘺!!"

The enforcer immediately obeyed, his eyes gleaming with eagerness as he moved lower, positioning himself between Drake's powerful thighs. He gazed up at the massive, hairy balls hanging heavily, glistening with a mixture of sweat and precum. With a greedy moan, he tried to suck both balls into his mouth at once, but they were too large, stretching his lips obscenely.

Undeterred, he began to drag each ball away from Drake's body, sucking furiously on one then the other, his tongue swirling around the sensitive skin, lapping up every trace of musk and sweat. His efforts were frantic, driven by the desire to please his alpha in the most degrading way possible.

Drake watched him, his eyes dark with lust. "𝘊𝘩𝘦𝘸 𝘰𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘯𝘰 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘳𝘺. 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘮𝘺 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴," he growled, his voice thick with desire.

The enforcer complied, his teeth gently grazing the tender flesh of Drake's balls, careful not to bite too hard but eager to show his devotion. Each chew elicited a grunt of approval from Drake, who then reached down, gripping the enforcer's head firmly.

"𝘖𝘱𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘥𝘦!" Drake commanded, stuffing his enforcer's mouth full of his big, hairy balls. He then began to drag the enforcer's head back and forth over his crotch, smearing spit, precum, and musk all over the enforcer's face. The enforcer moaned deeply, his nose and mouth completely smothered by Drake's essence, his submission complete as he inhaled the potent scent of his alpha.

Drake then gripped the first enforcer's head firmly, pulling him away from his chest. "𝘌𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘯𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘮. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘸!" His voice was a harsh command, cutting through the air with authority.

The enforcer, eager to please, scrambled lower, his eyes fixed on Drake's powerful, muscled ass. As he spread the strong cheeks apart, the sight of Drake's asshole made his breath hitch. The musk emanating from it was intoxicating, filling his nostrils and clouding his mind with lust.

Drake leaned forward slightly, spreading his stance, giving the enforcer full access. "𝘚𝘯𝘪𝘧𝘧 𝘪𝘵, 𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘵, 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩!" he growled, his voice thick with desire. The enforcer obeyed like a man possessed, stuffing his whole nose into Drake's ass crack, sniffing deeply like a dog in heat. He dragged his nose along the crack, inhaling the raw, musky scent that drove him wild. His tongue darted out, licking the wrinkled ass lips, nipping gently with his teeth before dragging his tongue all over, savouring the taste and texture.

"𝘎𝘦𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘵𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘶𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘥𝘦𝘦𝘱𝘦𝘳!" Drake ordered, his voice rough. The enforcer tried to stuff his tongue inside, probing the tight ring of muscle. Drake helped by spreading his stance further and leaning forward, allowing the enforcer more room to explore.

With a newfound fervour, the enforcer used his fingers to hook into the ass lips, pulling them apart to reveal the inner lining. The sight was mesmerizing—wet, pink, and inviting. He started to suck and fuck Drake's ass with his tongue, trying to stuff as much of it as possible, depositing copious amounts of spit.

Drake's ass became drenched, a mix of its own juices and the enforcer's saliva. The enforcer lapped it up hungrily, slurping and smacking his lips loudly, each sound a testament to his submission and desire.

"𝘍𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 𝘪𝘵 𝘯𝘰𝘸, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘳𝘵𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘵!" Drake commanded, his voice dripping with lust. The enforcer slid his fingers inside, feeling the tight warmth envelop them. When he withdrew, his fingers were slick with ass juices. Without hesitation, he sucked them noisily into his mouth, moaning at the taste.

"𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘪𝘵, 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱! 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘳𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘩!" Drake taunted, his dominance clear in every word. The enforcer continued his assault, his actions driven by a deep-seated need to please his alpha in the most degrading way possible.

The scene was raw, intense, and filled with the sounds of slurping, moaning, and Drake's harsh commands, each moment heightening their primal desires.

Drake then grabbed the back of his enforcers head and held it in a vice-like grip firmly into his ass and started to drag his ass lips back and forth along his face. The bristles of the enforcers beard and mustache were grazing his sensitive ass hole, inflaming it further.

The enforcer, his face glistening with Drake's sweat and ass juices, continued his relentless assault on the alpha's rear. His tongue darted in and out of Drake's asshole with abandon, each thrust accompanied by a slurp that echoed through the clearing. He chewed and sucked on the tender flesh, his fingers digging into Drake's muscular thighs for leverage.

Meanwhile, the second enforcer, his mouth stretched obscenely around Drake's massive cock, continued to deep throat the throbbing member. He alternated between sucking the thick shaft and chewing on Drake's big, hairy balls, each bite sending a shiver of pleasure through the alpha. His fingers worked furiously, stroking the length of Drake's cock in tandem with his oral assault.

Drake's voice was a torrent of curses and commands, each word dripping with lust and dominance. "𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘪𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘴! 𝘚𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘴𝘴, 𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘵 𝘤𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘵!" he roared, his hands gripping the enforcer's head tightly. "𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘬𝘦 𝘰𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬, 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘯𝘤𝘩, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘦𝘳!"

The air was thick with the sounds of slurping, moaning, and Drake's harsh orders. The scent of sex permeated the clearing, a potent mix of musk, sweat, and arousal that only fuelled their primal desires further.

Drake's hand moved to the second enforcer's head, grabbing onto it in a vice-like grip, jackhammering his cock brutally into his throat as he spat out more crude words. "𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵, 𝘣𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶! 𝘞𝘰𝘳𝘴𝘩𝘪𝘱 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘢𝘴𝘴 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘣𝘪𝘵𝘤𝘩𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦!" His hips bucked, driving his cock deeper into the enforcer's throat and forcing his ass onto the other's tongue.

The first enforcer, driven by Drake's commands, redoubled his efforts, his tongue probing deeper into the alpha's ass. He moaned loudly, the sound muffled by Drake's flesh, as he savoured the taste and texture of his alpha's rear.

The second enforcer, his eyes watering from the effort, continued to deep throat Drake's cock, his throat muscles contracting rhythmically. He moaned deeply, the sound vibrating against Drake's skin, adding to the alpha's mounting arousal.

Drake's body tensed, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he felt the surge building within him. "𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬, 𝘐'𝘮 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘸!" he growled, his voice a mix of command and raw desire. "𝘞𝘩𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘵? 𝘞𝘩𝘰'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘺 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘢'𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘮?"

The enforcers, their actions momentarily halted by Drake's declaration, scrambled to position themselves around him. They knelt in front of his towering erection, their mouths gaping open, eyes glazed with lust, saliva pooling at the corners of their lips. The air was thick with anticipation and the potent musk of their arousal.

"𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘴𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘴!" Drake sneered, his grip tightening on his cock. "𝘎𝘦𝘵 𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘥𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱." He began to stroke himself with renewed vigour, the veins standing out along his shaft, throbbing with each beat of his heart.

With a roar that echoed through the clearing, Drake's climax erupted. His cock pulsed violently, shooting thick, gooey streams of cum into the waiting mouths of his enforcers. The first burst landed squarely on the tongue of one enforcer, who moaned deeply, the taste of his alpha's seed overwhelming his senses. The second shot splattered into the other's mouth, eliciting a similar moan of pleasure.

The enforcers drank ravenously, their throats working furiously to gulp down the potent liquid. They made whining noises, desperate and hungry, as if they hadn't been fed in weeks. The taste of Drake's cum was rich and tangy, the thickness coating their tongues and sliding down their throats.

The volume of cum was so abundant that it overflowed from their mouths, dribbling down their chins and onto their chests. They didn't waste a drop, leaning in to stuff their mouths back onto Drake's cock, sucking and licking to gather every last bit. Their actions were frantic, driven by a primal need to consume their alpha's essence.

Drake's curses mixed with praise as he continued to climax. "𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘥𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘬 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘭𝘭, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘩𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘴! 𝘚𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘶𝘮 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘵𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘶𝘱𝘱𝘪𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘢𝘳𝘦!" He used his fingers to gather the excess cum from his cock and balls, smearing it onto their faces and into their open mouths. "𝘏𝘦𝘳𝘦, 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘦. 𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘢'𝘴 𝘫𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘦, 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘺𝘰𝘶?" The enforcers, their faces slick with cum, nodded eagerly, their expressions a mix of submission and ecstasy. They lapped at Drake's fingers, sucking them clean, their moans growing louder with each passing moment.

Drake's climax finally subsided, but his dominance remained unchallenged. "𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴," he murmured, his voice softening slightly. "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘥𝘪𝘥 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭. 𝘕𝘰𝘸, 𝘭𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘨𝘰𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦." He scooped up more cum from their faces and fed it back to them, watching with satisfaction as they devoured every last drop.

The scene was raunchy and intense, a testament to the raw power dynamics within the pack. The enforcers, their bodies and minds completely subjugated, revelled in their role as Drake's devoted worshipers, eager for any scrap of attention or affection their alpha might bestow upon them.

Drake's voice cut through the air, commanding and raw. "𝘈𝘭𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴, 𝘭𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘯 𝘶𝘱!" he growled, his eyes blazing with intensity as he addressed his enforcers. "𝘚𝘸𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘤𝘶𝘮 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘢 𝘱𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭. 𝘛𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘥𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸𝘭𝘦𝘥𝘨𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘴, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘪𝘳𝘤𝘭𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦."

The enforcers, still panting from their earlier exertions, looked at him with a mix of confusion and anticipation. Drake's smirk widened, a predatory gleam in his eyes. "𝘛𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘺𝘤𝘭𝘦, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘢 𝘢𝘴 𝘸𝘦𝘭𝘭. 𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘣𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘭𝘭 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘳𝘣 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘧 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦𝘥𝘴 𝘰𝘧 𝘢𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘢𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘺 𝘪𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘴 𝘣𝘦𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘣𝘦𝘨𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘯𝘨!"

Drake stepped closer, his presence overwhelming. "𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘸𝘢𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘧𝘰𝘳? 𝘎𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘪𝘵! 𝘔𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘤𝘬 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘮𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘺. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘭𝘢𝘴𝘵 𝘥𝘳𝘰𝘱 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘢𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘴𝘦𝘦𝘥!"

The enforcers, though initially taken aback, nodded eagerly, their cocks hardening further at the prospect of feeding their alpha. They positioned themselves in front of Drake, their eyes locked onto his, a mixture of reverence and lust burning within them.

Drake, now kneeling, opened his mouth wide, his tongue lolling out provocatively. "𝘊𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘰𝘯, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘶𝘯𝘵𝘴. 𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘨𝘰𝘵. 𝘍𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘤𝘶𝘮. 𝘓𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘦𝘦 𝘪𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘴𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘴𝘧𝘺 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘢," he growled, his voice dripping with desire. His eyes gleamed with a mix of lust and dominance as he positioned himself between the two enforcers. His tongue darted out, licking his lips in anticipation.

Drake then reached out, gripping the first enforcer's cock firmly. With a swift motion, he brought it to his mouth, his tongue flicking over the swollen head, savouring the precum that oozed from the slit. "𝘔𝘮𝘮, 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘺," he murmured, his voice muffled around the thick shaft. He then plunged his tongue into the cockslit, fucking it with rapid, darting movements, each stroke eliciting a shudder from the enforcer.

The second enforcer watched, his breath coming faster, his own cock twitching in anticipation. Drake turned his attention to him, his mouthwatering at the sight. He engulfed the head of the second cock, sucking hard, his tongue swirling around the sensitive flesh, drawing out more precum which he slurped up greedily. "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘯 𝘣𝘦𝘵𝘵𝘦𝘳," he groaned, his voice thick with arousal.

With a wicked grin, Drake alternated between the two cocks, deep throating one while stroking the other. His eyes locked onto the enforcers', his expression wanton yet commanding. "𝘍𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵, 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴? 𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘢 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘰'𝘴 𝘣𝘰𝘴𝘴," he taunted, his words punctuated by wet, slurping sounds as his throat muscles contracted around their shafts.

His hands worked furiously, jacking the cocks he wasn't sucking, his fingers squeezing and tugging on their balls. "𝘚𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘯𝘪𝘤𝘦, 𝘵𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘭𝘭𝘴," he purred, his voice a low rumble of pleasure. "𝘐 𝘣𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘺'𝘳𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘥𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘤𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘮."

Drake's fingers then moved lower, sliding into the crease of their asses. He probed gently at first, stimulating the nerves, then gradually pushed deeper, fucking their assholes with increasing speed. "𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳𝘴, 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘧𝘪𝘭𝘵𝘩𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘴," he snarled, his voice harsh with desire. "𝘚𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘦 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘮𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘪𝘵."

The enforcers moaned and writhed, their bodies trembling with pleasure, feeling overwhelmed with their impending orgasm. "𝘈𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘢, 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘦," one gasped, his voice hoarse with need. "𝘓𝘦𝘵 𝘶𝘴 𝘤𝘶𝘮. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘢𝘯𝘺 𝘭𝘰𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳." The other nodded frantically, his eyes glazed with lust. "𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘈𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘢, 𝘸𝘦'𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘰𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘸."

Drake's actions grew more frantic, his sucking and finger-fucking redoubled. "𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘪𝘵, 𝘤𝘶𝘮 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦," he commanded, his voice a rough growl. "𝘍𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘶𝘵𝘩 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘩𝘰𝘵, 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤𝘬𝘺 𝘤𝘶𝘮." With primal roars, the enforcers climaxed, their cocks spasming as thick streams of cum shot into Drake's waiting mouth. He gulped greedily, sucking the cockheads, licking the shafts clean, then stuffed both heads together inside his mouth, jacking them to ensure every last drop was milked into his hot, eager mouth. "𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘩!" he groaned, his voice muffled by the dual cocks. "𝘛𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘦 𝘴𝘰 𝘨𝘰𝘰𝘥, 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴."

The scene was raunchy and intense, filled with vulgar, dirty words and the raw sounds of pleasure. Drake's dominance was palpable, his every action a testament to his control over his enforcers, who revelled in their submission, eager to please their alpha in every way possible.

Drake swallowed greedily, savouring the taste of their combined essence. "𝘎𝘰𝘰𝘥 𝘣𝘰𝘺𝘴," he murmured, his voice thick with satisfaction. "𝘕𝘰𝘸, 𝘺𝘰𝘶'𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘭𝘺 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘺𝘤𝘭𝘦. 𝘍𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘰𝘷𝘦." The enforcers, their bodies trembling with newfound power, nodded in unison. "𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘬 𝘺𝘰𝘶, 𝘈𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘢," they whispered, their voices filled with awe and gratitude.

As Drake gathered his enforcers, he further declared, "𝘈𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘢, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘺 𝘥𝘶𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘤𝘺𝘤𝘭𝘦," his eyes gleaming with a mix of lust and dominance. "𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘰, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘤𝘦𝘳𝘴 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘐 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘨𝘪𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘢𝘣𝘪𝘭𝘪𝘵𝘺 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘪𝘧 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥𝘦𝘥."

Drake began, his voice steady and filled with conviction. "𝘖𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘢 𝘵𝘳𝘶𝘦 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 𝘵𝘰 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘥𝘶𝘤𝘦 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘱𝘰𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝘤𝘶𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦 𝘱𝘢𝘤𝘬. 𝘚𝘰, 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘮𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘺 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘰𝘧 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘰 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘦𝘯𝘦𝘧𝘪𝘵𝘴, 𝘴𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘨𝘶𝘺𝘴 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘨𝘵𝘩 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘰𝘧 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘢𝘯𝘤𝘦𝘴𝘵𝘰𝘳𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘰𝘥𝘪𝘦𝘴." He looked at his enforcers, his gaze intense yet reassuring. "𝘛𝘩𝘢𝘵'𝘴 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘪𝘵'𝘴 𝘴𝘰 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘸𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘶𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘤𝘺𝘤𝘭𝘦, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘣𝘦𝘳 𝘨𝘦𝘵𝘴 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘪𝘳 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘦." The enforcers, still panting from their earlier exertions, nodded eagerly, their eyes wide with anticipation. "𝘠𝘦𝘴, 𝘈𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘢, 𝘸𝘦 𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥", they murmured in unison, their voices filled with awe and reverence.

Drake then grabbed the enforcers by their necks, steering them back to the pack den, "𝘞𝘦𝘭𝘭, 𝘭𝘦𝘵'𝘴 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘯. 𝘐𝘵'𝘴 𝘢𝘭𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘥-𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘐 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦𝘯'𝘵 𝘩𝘢𝘥 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘬𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘵!"

However, as they walked back to the den, Drake's body suddenly became tensed, a strange sensation rippling through him. The air around him seemed to thicken, charged with an unfamiliar energy that prickled against his skin. His heart pounded fiercely in his chest, the rhythm erratic as heat surged through his veins, intensifying with each passing second. His vision blurred and then sharpened, colors becoming more vivid, edges more defined. It was as if the world had been stripped of its usual veil, revealing everything in stark clarity.

His transformation began subtly at first; his muscles bulged further, straining against his skin as if seeking release. Hair sprouted rapidly across his body, thick and coarse, covering him from head to toe. His canines elongated, sharp points emerging as his jaw clenched tightly. The change was both painful and exhilarating, a primal force awakening within him.

In this heightened state, Drake's senses were overwhelming. He could hear the faintest rustle of leaves, smell the rich earth beneath his feet mixed with the tang of nearby wildlife. But there was another scent, one that cut through the others like a beacon. It was intoxicating, unlike anything he had ever encountered before. Arousal surged through him, his cock hardening instantly as the scent filled his nostrils, urging him forward.

As Drake's transformation unfolded, the two enforcers, who had been walking beside him, suddenly became alert and guarded. The sight of their alpha morphing into his wolf form was both awe-inspiring and alarming. They exchanged a quick, worried glance, their bodies tensing in readiness for any potential threat."𝘈𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘢, 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵?", the enforcers asked, their voices tinged with concern.

Hearing their concern broke Drake's trance-like situation, bringing him back to the present. He transformed back to his human form and turned to face his enforcers. His eyes glowed with an intense, primal light, and his voice was a low, rumbling growl. "𝘕𝘰 𝘪𝘮𝘮𝘦𝘥𝘪𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘳𝘦𝘢𝘵," he replied, his words measured and calm despite the lingering wildness in his gaze. "𝘉𝘶𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦'𝘴 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦... 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺, 𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺 𝘪𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵. 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘪𝘵!"

The enforcers looked at each other, confusion evident on their faces. "𝘐𝘮𝘱𝘰𝘳𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘵? 𝘞𝘩𝘰?", the first enforcer pressed, curiosity mingling with their protective instincts.

Drake's gaze remained fixed on the direction where the alluring scent came from. "𝘐'𝘮 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘦, 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘧𝘳𝘰𝘮 𝘸𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘐'𝘷𝘦 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥, 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘧 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯𝘴 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨," he paused, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. He became silent for a moment, listening deep to his inner wolf.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes, being unable to comprehend the revelation. "By the Goddess!", Drake whispered, his voice tinged with awe. "𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘵, 𝘈𝘭𝘱𝘩𝘢?", asked the first enforcer, who became more alert and began to transform into his lethal half-shifted form.

"𝘔𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦! 𝘔𝘺 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦!" Drake declared, the word carrying a weight of destiny and fate. "𝘛𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘤𝘩𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘯 𝘧𝘰𝘳 𝘮𝘦 𝘣𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘴." The enforcers blinked in surprise, their previous concerns momentarily forgotten as they processed this revelation. "𝘔𝘢𝘵𝘦?" the second enforcer asked, "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘮𝘦𝘢𝘯... 𝘭𝘪𝘬𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺?"

Drake nodded, his expression softening slightly. "𝘠𝘦𝘢𝘩, 𝘮𝘺 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘰𝘯𝘭𝘺, 𝘮𝘺 𝘴𝘰𝘶𝘭 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘮𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘮𝘺 𝘢𝘣𝘴𝘰𝘭𝘶𝘵𝘦 𝘧𝘶𝘤𝘬𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘷𝘦𝘳𝘺𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨! 𝘋𝘰 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘩𝘰𝘸 𝘳𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘪𝘵 𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦? 𝘛𝘰 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘸𝘩𝘰 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘴 𝘺𝘰𝘶 𝘸𝘩𝘰𝘭𝘦? 𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬! 𝘐 𝘤𝘢𝘯'𝘵 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘪𝘦𝘷𝘦 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴!" he whispered with awe in his voice. "𝘍𝘶𝘤𝘬! 𝘞𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘐'𝘮 𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘴𝘵𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘮𝘺 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘨𝘰𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘩𝘪𝘮?"

Drake turned to face the two enforcers. "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘵𝘸𝘰, 𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘣𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘯 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘪𝘯𝘧𝘰𝘳𝘮 𝘈𝘯𝘥𝘳𝘦 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘑𝘰𝘴𝘩𝘶𝘢. 𝘛𝘦𝘭𝘭 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘵𝘰 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘦𝘦𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘤𝘪𝘭."

Without hesitation, Drake then followed the alluring fragrance, his legs propelling him faster than humanly possible. Trees blurred past him, the wind whipping through his hair as he ran. The scent grew stronger, more potent, guiding him unerringly through the dense forest.

Finally, he burst into a clearing, his eyes locking onto the source of the scent. There stood Liam, his back to Drake, unaware of the predator behind him. Drake's inner wolf growled deeply, a sound of pure possessiveness resonating in his chest. "𝘏𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴!" the wolf declared, its voice echoing in Drake's mind. "𝘖𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘣𝘦𝘭𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘥!"

Drake's eyes narrowed, his gaze intense as he took in every detail of Liam's form. The way his muscles moved under his skin, the rise and fall of his breath, all of it marked by the undeniable pull of fate. This man was meant for him, chosen by the universe itself. And Drake would not let him go.

(っ◔◡◔)っ To be continued...

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