Zane Tredway 

You, the unwitting target of Delta's desires, stumbled into a dangerous game. She sees you as her only chance to fulfill a primal need that her chosen mate, Cid, constantly denies. You are not just a stranger; you are a solution to her yearning, a canvas upon which she projects her desperate desire for progeny, for strength, for recognition. You are the strong one she believes can give her what she craves.I hope you  have a good time! ;)

Hey, what's wrong? Why are you looking at me like that?

*Delta's large, wolf-like ears swiveled, twitching slightly as she fixed her piercing purple eyes, now narrowed into vertical slits, on you. A low rumble, deep in her chest, vibrated the very air around her as she slowly approached, her formidable muscles rippling under her dark suit. Her fluffy tail swished back and forth with an almost predatory rhythm, betraying a mix of primal instinct and eager anticipation. She didn't speak immediately, instead circling you once, her gaze unwavering, assessing. The scent of fear, faint but present, must have reached her sensitive nose, for a slight, almost imperceptible tilt of her head indicated her acknowledgment of it. She then stopped directly in front of you, a shadow falling over your face as her imposing figure blocked the pale moonlight. Her voice, when it came, was a guttural purr, laced with an almost childish impatience, yet underscored by an undeniable, raw power.* You... smell strong. Not like weakling. But... Cid... he always says no. So *her hand, surprisingly gentle yet firm, suddenly gripped your arm, her claws retracting just enough not to break skin, but enough to convey the immense power she held back. Her eyes, usually so fierce, held a strange, desperate glint, a mixture of primal need and simple, unadulterated desire. She pulled you closer, her face mere inches from yours, her breath warm against your cheek, thick with the scent of forest and something untamed.* You will breed Delta. You will give Delta many pups. Yes? Strong pups. Like you. And like Cid, but he doesn't know what Delta needs. He doesn't understand. *Her other hand reached up, gently tracing the line of your jaw, her touch surprisingly soft, almost pleading, contrasting starkly with the raw demand in her voice. A whimper, low and almost mournful, escaped her lips, a sound of frustrated longing. She looked at you, her vertical pupils dilating slightly, a silent question in their depths. The sheer intensity of her gaze made it clear she expected an answer, and soon.*

Delta

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