The blood from James wounds had long covered and seeped into both his and Dario’s clothes and body as Dario carried him in bridal style back to the pack house. With each step he took, he made a promise to himself. He knew that almost the whole supernatural world was against him and may attack his pack at any point in time because of the mate he was gifted with but he would be ready for them. In the beginning of his discovery of just who his mate was, he doubted that he could protect her and his people. He doubted everything. His strengthHis wisdomHis determination He got his answers today. “I have lived for so many years without a mate for a reason. It was to prepare me for this. For Marissa. No other person is suitable to be her mate and protector and I would take up the task, even if I lose my life doing it”. He says to himself, getting a howl in agreement from his wolf, Dexter. “Alpha!”. James’ mate Adeline screams as she runs from Marissa’s arms towards her mate who was
Determined to know exactly why her mate was avoiding her, she followed him as he walked away from her. Still covered in blood, Dario walked straight into the bathroom, hoping that she would come in, and also hoping that she wouldn’t dare. He was an old fashioned man, and believed in doing everything properly but he had held back for so long that any slight touch from her had him leaking down south. It took everything in him not too break his principles and everything he stood for. He clenched and unclenches his jaws as his mind registered that his mate. The woman he had been longing for all his life was right outside the door and he was naked. “Oh, the things I would do”. He thought to himself as he visibly restrained himself, holding tightly onto the metal shower. His strong grip had the shower splitting into two. “Oh no”. He thought to himself as he realized that his wolf Dexter had taken over. He was hungry for Marissa and barely could hold it in when he was fully in control
“Sound the alarm!”. Dario ordered as he walked through the halls knowing very well that the guard in charge would definitely hear him. It was time He had stalled for too long and wounded his pack indirectly. It was an emergency and so he would treat it as such. The sound had everyone in the 25 packs on edge. The 25 packs each had their borders and alpha’s but they were also somehow together and could hear the alarm every time it rang. They were 25 but still 1, under 1 king; Dario. His intention for sounding the alarm and not just calling for a meeting was that the alarm would get everyone together faster and quite honestly, there was trouble. His pack was once formidable, with every single soul being a warrior. Woman, man, boy, girl. All of them were warriors. No one had ever dared to attack his pack since he was born and before he was born, only the elves and that was why they were deemed the packs worst enemies. “It is time to get back out lost glory”. Was the first thin
“She didn’t know?!”. James exclaimed as Dario walks back and forth in the hospital room James was put in. “Yes, you dumb goat”. Dario yelled out, clenching and unclenching his jaw as he thought of just how confused his mate was again. She had been through so much and he wanted to tell her when he had answers to give her. “Well, how did she think she was that strong? Elves don’t have all those elements at their display. She’s literally a supernatural cheat code!” He yells out with his hands flailing, expressing just how shocked he was that she didn’t know what she was. The authority she carried. Almost everyone but her knew her true identity. The ones who didn’t know were perplexed at the extent of her strength and powers. “She didn’t even know wolves existed until under a year ago. How was she supposed to know that?!”. He yelled out. The veins in his face were already popping and showing out. He looked angrier than James had ever seen and so he felt very bad. “I’m sorry. I did
“Wait! Please”. Dario pleads as he walks after her. She did not know that her words were really hurtful as they were nates,but he could not blame her. She was not a werewolf and still didn’t fully understand their way of life. “I can’t do this. I can’t”. She cries, shaking her head no as she spoke. She never cried.She had long trained herself to not cry easily but here she was, tearing up almost every day. She felt like it wasn’t good fit her but appreciated that the Ife around her heart was melting. “I’m a monster Dario. Is it until I change into what I’m actually supposed to be and wipe out your whole pack before you’ll let me go?”. She screamed out as he tried to grab the bag she wanted to pack her things in. She’s had enough, and could not bear to be the reason the pack will be flooded with blood. “Yes!”. He yelled back, loosing his patience and composure but not caring at all. “Yes, I’ll take that chance Marissa. You’re not leaving me!”. He yelled again on top of his voic
“Elves are more powerful than werewolves, righ?”. Marissa asks, trying to make sense and normalize all the new information.“Not necessarily. Each have their own strengths, but an average elf can defeat an average wolf”. He said, looking at her and waiting for more questions which didn’t come as she sat back down looking like she was still in disbelief. She still had not been able to fully assimilate and understand what was going on, as her mind was still clouded with shock and confusion. “So, is an Oscura an elf”. She asks again. It was so hard to ask these questions one after the other, as every time she asks, another one popped into her head, and it felt like if she stalled, she would forget them. “Yes, an Oscura is also an elf. However, they were once the rulers of the elven tribe but because of their great powers, they started to become mad and crazy. The truth is that they had a demon side that craved evil and blood and they fed it. They killed recklessly and mercilessly, and
Marissa woke up to the chants coming from outsiders It was a beautiful morning, with light rays of sunlight peaking through her curtains. Waking up to a serene environment was still one she struggled to get used to. She was so thankful on mornings like this because the memories of the past were still so present. She could not have dreamed of this when she was still imprisoned. All she dreamed of was death but it never worked when she tried attempted to. “What are you thinking about so early in the morning princess?”. Dario voiced out after standing by the door for a little while. He woke up every morning with thoughts of his mate but couldn’t help himself today. Walking up to her bed, he placed a kiss on her forehead, which both startled her and made her happy. “Good morning”. He greeted as he took a seat at the foot of her bed. A lot of things had been going through his mind lately. How to deal with the urges he was not now greatly stuggling to control. How to get the pack
“Oh!”. She exclaimed both in pleasure and shock as his hands traveled down south and touched her where she most wanted to be touched. The pair were both so immensed in pleasure that they were startled when a knock on the door sounded. The knock almost had smokes coming out of Dario’s head from the anger he felt from being interrupted. “Who is that?!”. Dario yelled out after the deep groan that he let out. He already knew who was behind that door but waited for an answer. “I’m sorry bestie”. James said, slowly opening the door to reveal his sheepish smile. He knew exactly what was going on, and the sheepish smile he had on his face said it all. The thought that he knew, had Marissa wishing the ground could swallow her. She knew that mates were very open with their attraction for each other, but still struggled with public display of affection. “I’m sorry Luna, I had to an urgent matter to report”. He said with a little bow that had both her and Dario confused. “Why are you be