Alaric turns to looks forward, his heart racing. Azalea is here, which means Willow is next, and if he listens closely he can hear the sound of her footsteps underneath the music.
“Want me to slow it down?” Azalea whispers. “I can if you need me to.”
“No, I’d rather not have my arms broken on my wedding day,” he winks. “Anyway, it’s not fast enough for me to shift. Don’t worry, kid.” She nods, pouting slightly at his comment. Turning he glances behind him, unable to resist any longer, and his smile grows as Willow reaches him. It’s been two days of not seeing her. He wraps his arms around her, pulling her closer. “I missed you,” he murmurs, too quietly for anyone but Willow to hear; and his eyes scan her body with an approving grin. “You look amazing.”
“How about now, Alaric? She was trying to warn you,” whispers Azalea. Alaric glances to Azalea, con
Willow moans, her hands feeling across his body, her mind trying to remember to keep linked to him. Her moans get louder as Alaric kisses along her neck, slowly kissing down her body until he is kneeling in front of her. He looks up and smirks before sliding his hands into her underwear, letting the lace drop to the carpet. He presses his mouth softly against her sex, tonguing gently as her hands tangle into his hair. His mouth kissing down as his tongue begins to tease her, slipping inside. Willow’s moans get louder as his tongue moves quicker, the wetness from within her dripping free onto his tongue as she orgasms.She feels him smile against her stomach as he kisses back up her body, their lips meeting as at the same time Alaric grasps her hips, sliding his cock into her sex. Willow’s head falls forward onto his shoulder as his hips begin moving, his hands holding her tighter and against the wall.
ALARICThe voices become louder, Alaric trying to move hearing Azalea speaking; his eyes opening as he sits up looking around the room confused.“Where’s Willow?” He glances around, everyone shaking their head.“I’m sorry, Alaric, she’s gone. Someone saw Camille run out the back, and Dan was carrying Willow.” Gwenael looks at him.“You were under a spell; as soon as we came in we could feel it. It took a few minutes for me to lift it,” Azalea says as he jumps up and gets dressed.“Where, which way? Who’s following?”“Alaric, she is gone. Azriel followed but had to stop, there were too many waiting for Dan.”“Right, well, get everyone together and let’s go. Why are you all just standing there?” Alaric walks to the door impatiently, frowning.“Because the witches have already turned on us, Alaric, half the wer
WillowWhen Willow wakes up she sees Dan sitting next to her and smiles sleepily.“You remember what we spoke about?” he asks, stroking her hair. She nods.“You saying there was a way to help so we could leave this place and be safe, a way to save us.” Willow smiles at him as his arms snake around her.“Look at me, Willow.” She looks towards him but glances away as the door opens, seeing Marcel standing looking at them. “Willow, at me.” Turning she looks at Dan, confused. “Remember everything, Willow. Remember exactly who I am and why that ring is on your finger; remember whose baby you’re carrying, and what happens next.” He stands up, Willow looking around the room, everything swarmin
“Hey.” Willow glances up to see Marcel, her eyes dropping to the floor as he walks towards her. “I didn’t think she would hurt you. I may be a monster, but I do have some morals.”“Just the wrong ones apparently, as look, I’m stuck in here, pregnant, with what, one meal a day? Just waiting for you to decide that now is finally the time to kill me.” She wishes they were going to kill her. She knows how it is, Monventla are ruthless, especially at the start.“I will see to it you get more food, and you won’t be killed, just turned. Turning you will mask most of your magic and make your plan fail so things can go back to how they were.” His hand moves towards her, Willow drawing back. “Do it yourself then, cloth and water is there. I’ll get someone to bring you some food.” Turning he walks out; Willow watching him suspiciously before picking up the cloth and cleaning the blood from her fac
Alaric sits alone, looking around himself miserably. Everyone is avoiding him and he honestly can’t blame them. His head shakes as he feels tears filling his eyes. He can’t do it, and he won’t. The werewolves would hate him. Not only that, but he’d rather die than do it again. He can’t live through losing someone else; it was hard enough the first time, but again?The sound of his phone ringing draws his attention and he picks it up without looking at the screen, holding the phone to his ear.“What?” He doesn’t want to hear it; no doubt it’ll just be another werewolf telling him that he has no choice.“Alaric!” His eyes snap open when he hears Camille’s voice on the other end, a slight bit of hope building within him. Maybe she’s going to help now? “Just letting you know, Willow is dead. They killed her.”Alaric shakes his head. “She’s dead? No, they woul
Alaric, the rules. She is more powerful than before, it needs to be done. Gwenael and Alaric looks towards Azriel as his thought seeps into their minds. Alaric’s head shakes minutely, trying not to make it obvious to Willow.“I can hear you.” Willow turns and looks towards Azriel. Everyone’s eyes snap towards her.How can she hear? Only the wolves should be able to hear! Alaric, do it now, or the pack will. Alaric looks between everyone, his head shaking.“No.” He moves, putting himself between Willow and the wolves. “If she’s different, how do we know she’s like them? If you want her dead, you need to kill me first.” Gwenael stares at him, shocked.Dead you are then. Azriel’s thought comes almost immediatel
Alaric sits, his head shaking as he tries working out what could have happened. Hours pass by as he watches the clock, his head shaking. She needs somewhere to go; she can’t stay outside during the day. Getting up he walks back to where he left her; when he gets to the field he sees her sitting alone.“Stay at the house; I’ll figure out somewhere else to stay. After all, it is your place.”Willow turns and looks at Alaric, her head shaking. “I’m fine. Azalea deserves to be able to stay there still; she won’t be able to if I’m there.”“Azalea is already staying with the witches. I told her she’s safer away from me.” Alaric’s words are flat, emotionless.“You said no matter what happened you wouldn’t do that! Ala
“I’m hungry.” Willow looks at him; she may as well cook, but his eyes glance up at her shocked. “For food, Alaric! I’m cooking, do you want me to cook for you as well or will you be afraid I am poisoning it?” Walking into the kitchen she opens the fridge, Alaric looking at her from the doorway.“Sorry, Willow, but look around you! You left yourself and you came back like- like that, of course I’m on edge. This could all be a game and a trick for all I know; you could be faking your so-called feelings to destroy us all.” He can’t just trust her like that, not when she looks so much like Yasmine had when he’d had to kill her. Willow simply nods and continues to cook. They sit and eat in silence, not even the noise of the TV to permeate the room as it remains resolutely off. Hours pass by like that, the sound of their breathing the only soundtrack to t