Personal Narrative Essay: My Dream Home With Sazzad

I start to sweat, my panic gripping me. The high I was riding on comes crashing down as I realize my predicament. I won’t be able to have my dream home with Sazzad. We won’t hold hands together and watch our male grow up. We won’t share a home, we won’t eat together, train together, we won’t grow old and die together. All my dreams, my love, my happiness even at the cost of my wild foregoing her half, lost in a minute. I try to walk away as fast as I can. I have to go away from here, before my mate sees me. He is male from this uncultured savage pack. He does not wear the clothes my pack males do. The silk dhoti, the expensive kurta with gold buttons nor the leather nagda shoes they wear on festive occasions.The females here don’t wear the …show more content…
I try to hurry , but my body is still drowsy with the tea we ingested earlier. I can smell him now, a scent so enticing it shakes my resolve to leave. My body rejoices and within the split second, I sense him watching me.
He takes a startled breath in, his eyes dilate, the wild within overtake his pupils. He does not hesitate, he starts walking towards me.
All my endeavours to escape has left me. The mate bond in its raw essence binds me to the spot as he inches nearer. He stands in front of me and inhales deeply. The wild gives her own growl outwards.
He is a strongly built male, muscles bunching in his torso. His body is covered partially in various tattoos of wild animals. He looks fierce, staring me down with an intensity that almost scares me. He leans to me, his nose almost touching the spot where marks go. He gives a growl so powerful that it makes me shudder. My legs feel like jelly and I feel warmth down to my bones in every curve of my …show more content…
Now as I take a moment of calm breath, I see the silhouette of his wolf .
There is a menacing growl from his wolf who has broken from the cocoon of skin and now stands in my path. The wolf is a magnificent beast, the fur colour pale grey, the outline of his body built in bone and sinew. I stop in my tracks, momentarily captured by the beauty of my mate’s wild. The moon has chosen the best for me. Even Sazzad’s wolf whose coat is a beautiful mix of red and brown pales in comparison. I again try to sidestep the wolf, but he does not allow it.
In a moment of fierce determination, I try to run around him. In the same split second, the wolf has me pinned to the ground and his muzzle near my neck. I see his jaws opening, the canines poking out, the drip of saliva that hits my throat. I feel his canines puncture my neck as the wolf makes his claim on me, I feel the blinding pain which turns out to be a paradise of bliss as the pleasure takes over.
As the canines retract from my neck, I sit up, still dazed from the marking.
When i look up at his eyes, I see that he can feel my reluctance, my unhappiness, my mental turmoil. A canvas of pain covers his face as he regards me