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7. Ayr
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Throughout the meal, Elle smiles endlessly, charming little dimples forming in her cheeks. “Well, hopefully I can pay a visit to the Volare Clan in the near future? It sounds so interesting.” With my best attempt at a charming smile, I offered a weak, “I certainly hope so, we are proud of it, but it is a work in progress. There is no match for the grandeur of Kallio right now.” "I miss the balls. When the Alpha Council was in session, before my father passed."/YES/ my Betas link in unison. Finally, Elle is onto something."Perhaps you could be the one to restart it? Your clifftop balls were always the most spectacular?""I've never been to one Alpha Ayr," she replies flatly, her smile dropping for the first time. I've made an error. "They were purely for my parents to attend back then. Cassandra would have attended her first one had she not...""Betrayed us all!" Luna Sana interrupted with a drawl, pointing her glass at Elle.Shit I need this back on track. Not because I want to fl
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The clunking sound of Beta Cesar unlocking the door made me stir from the pillow. “This is early, even for you,” I groaned, arching my back under the covers and stretching. Quickly checking, my hands had pretty much healed from last night's injuries. “Came to give you a heads up, actually,” my eternally grumpy guard replied, shutting the door silently behind him. Heading towards me, his jade eyes were as serious as the grave. This is bad. He’s never done this before, swiftly confirmed by my wolf sending an icy shiver up my spine. Fuck. In times like this, when the world seems to rush a little too quickly, I try to remember my father. There are so many of his teachings about leadership and strength trying to barge their way into my swirling head. Totally lost on my once naive teenage ears. I’ve had time to think since. All my tiredness evaporated, and I scampered myself into a sitting position in my small bed. Drowning in grey and black blankets, I wore a simple, black silk slip.
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Stubble greets my chin, making it blindingly clear this isn’t a crazed fever dream. Roughly seizing him, braced for his resistance, my chest presses against him. My hardened nipples rub against the roughness of his chainmail. It is like I’ve thrown myself onto the rocks at the sea-facing end of the cliffs. Hard and brutal, the metal chainmail is cold to the touch as is the stone cold floor on my bare feet. But his lips. The feel of my hands upon his jaw, his blonde hair just brushing through my fingertips. That’s the kind of soft warmth I could bask in forever and never wake up. He murmured with surprise but I held on, determined to make this scene stick. This kiss isn’t for me. It’s for my bitch of a sister to discover. To ruin Ayr’s attempt to win her. No marriage, no alliance. It will give Kallio a chance to sort itself out. Who knows what might happen if I get rid of Ayr as an option? The people could one day make up their own minds about Elle. I thought I’d have to hold
Last Updated : 2024-01-19His Unlovable Mate 11. Ayr
I swore to my father, to my pack, that I would always put them first, no matter what. So, although my world exploded into blinding sunlight when the mate bond kicked in, my head was immediately resisting. She can’t be my Luna. Not a murdering liar and schemer. She has nothing to give. I shatter my own reputation, my packs faith, and still be vulnerable to slaughter from other packs.Plus, we could face potential war if Luna Elle is outraged enough to want vengeance for her humiliation. But fuck it felt so good. Better than good. Otherworldly. Enough to make me wonder why I hadn’t spent my entire life chasing long, shapely legs like Marcus has. Duty doesn’t reduce your spine to jelly. Responsibility doesn’t leave you breathless, hungry to know just how much of her touch I could withstand before declaring myself insane as I split in two. Every inch of self-preserving fiber, the very steel in my bones melted away to nothing. For a woman I can never have by my side.I knew her game
Last Updated : 2024-01-20His Unlovable Mate 12. Ayr
Waiting for me in an extravagant golden carriage like a fairytale queen, Elle beamed at me. Her orange silk gown, corseted tightly with golden ribbons and long chestnut hair caught the sun perfectly. Orange velvet clad servants bowed with respect, all of pretending nothing catastrophic had occurred. “You look like a vision, Luna Elle,” I offer, and she places her hand to her cleavage in mock modesty. A vision for anyone else but me. She’s not an idiot. She knows the kiss she interrupted wasn't some one-sided assault. I had Cassandra pressed as closely to my body as I could by the time her voice rang out. “Alpha Ayr! I have instructed the staff to remove the roof so you can see everything!” and patted the orange cushion next to her. She means so everyone can see me. With her. Divert the attention from Cassie’s prison drama.Elle is working to adjust the perspective. Like a Luna should. Except it leaves a sour taste in my mouth. She's on the hop. I'm splayed like a boxer after a
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Roughly depoaited in my cell, Elder Brent and Gunner lingered. I had hoped they’d simply throw me in the squalid, windowless room and walk away. Then I could try and piece together what the hell I am meant to do with the rest of my life. No doubt Elle intends for it to only last a few days. Maybe less.Nobody lasts for long down here. Kallio does enforce life imprisonment. It’s just that your life is pretty much over a few days after getting down here. The Elders make sure of it. They aren’t just there for advice. They take care of the dirty work, too. Elder Gunner in particular. The way his musty green eyes linger on my bare flesh is sending my wolf into overdrive. My mantra for the last few years rises in my chest. I am not low, only lowered. “I think you can leave now” I mutter, grabbing a foul-smelling blanket to cover my legs. “I don’t think you have any say in that now,” Elder Gunner smirked. Younger, thicker built than Elder Brent, I knew underneath his brown robe he was s
Last Updated : 2024-01-22His Unlovable Mate 14. Ayr
I don’t have a clue where she is except that Marcus swears she is alive, galloping away on his horse. Which I believe.At the same time, her sister swears she is dead. That first night, Elle wept against my chest. Tears flooded as she wailed. “My big sister, why!” Elder Brent, a constant, lurking presence in the back of the room, nodded, “To think she killed again, Elder Gunner was a gentle soul. He did not deserve such an end.” /Fucking prick had his knee on her neck. I killed him gladly/ Marcus chimed in my head. /Don’t believe a word any of these dusty bastard say./ /Done/ I agree.When my irises flare into green at the thought of anyone hurting my mate Elle grips me tighter. I'm giving her the wrong impression, but this is no time to correct her.The hours rolled on. Arrangements were decided, obituaries presented and approved, her beast of a mother provided with more wine. Sighing, resting her chin on her upturned, manicured hand Elle sighed wistfully. “I know Cassandra had h
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That very first night, after allowing my horse to refresh itself, I headed straight to Elder Gunner’s residence. He had a cave in the cliffs, but like all the elites, he had a woody summer residence gifted to him by my father. Years languishing in the library, I had forced myself to memorize so many pointless facts to keep my mind sharp, a fact now paying dividends. It was a chance to admire the curve of my fathers penmanship to see how he managed affairs right down to those he knew he could not trust. Kicking in the wooden door, I raided it under the dim light of the moon. Ruthlessly and quickly, I took anything that could be of use. This would be a one-time visit. As soon as news got out, others would get the same idea anyway and come rooting. As it happened, Gunner had so much gold stashed away under his bed I had to steal a wooden, ramshackle cart to transport it. By the time dawn rose, I had picked a small cave by the sea to store everything, the offending cart broken into
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Corbin is the first to arrive, urgency in his steely eyes. He and Ayr now share the dubious honour of matching neck scars. I imagine his lower chest is even more grisly after the attack on him “Is everything okay? It’s so fantastic to see you,” enjoying the sweep of his huge, iron-like hug. The sweet scent of warm baking is the only soft feature about this hardened leader. “When they set up a room for me to recover in, they found this. I thought you should have it,” withdrawing a thick envelope from his jacket. “It’s written by your mother.” I stare at the aged paper and wonder just what I will gain from reading her drunken rantings. “What made you bring this? She must have hundreds of letters, I know she kept a diary too.”“She addressed it to you. It’s the only one with your name on it. No diaries found.” "Go on, I’ll greet everyone else. It will only irritate you if you don’t read it now, " Ayr suggested "Corbin and I need to talk bridges," as the pair grinned. I took the letter
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Life is very different in Volare these days. Leo is almost two. Wonderful in every way, his pouty lips and blue eyes making it almost impossible to tell him no. I flit between wondering what my mother would think of my own material efforts. Praying I make better choices than her. I still don’t know what the hell was on her mind when she died. Was it out of love for me or hatred of Elle? Staring at Leo, I will never understand how she stood by all those years in silence. It has taken some serious organising but tonight, finally everyone is going to be reunited. A celebration of friendship. Raphael and Robyn have been sorely missed. Almost eighteen months without any visits between us. Corbin had requested all bridges go up for our own safety for a period. He was attacked in an uprising in the centre of Pemberton. Touring a pack and hit in the chest with a cannonball. Quite how the fuck a group of rebels got hold of a cannon is something Raphael is furiously investigating. The nigh
His Unlovable Mate 104. Marcus
She’s dreamed of me? Even as my head spins in a frenzy of pure desire, I need to delve into that conversation more. Women are clearly my blind spot. No pun intended. She’s guiding me along the wooden wall, “I‘m staying in the packhouse, come on,” she breathes, and I’m so close to just being swept along. But this is serious. Flashes of Imelda cross my mind. “Jessica, Jessica, come on, what do you mean dreaming? What colour are your eyes?” as she drags me into the packhouse. Where I once snuck in order to shave in Ayr’s fancy bathroom. Her hand feels so tiny in mine. In fact, everything about her is petite. I’m almost stumbling, and I secretly love the way she doesn’t give a shit I can’t see. She’s taking me to her room regardless. “How about you just trust me?” she whispers before placing a kiss on my open chest. Shit that must be how tall she is. When she first kissed me, she must have been on her tiptoes. What the hell is this? “If you know who I am, I don’t…I’m not going to b
His Unlovable Mate 103. Cassie
Jessica never appeared at dinner. It was a shame, I totally thought her and Marcus might hit it off, but there will be more opportunity. She’s got that daring confidence that I thought might spark his interest. When the lightning flashed and rain descended, everyone jumped in the packhouse. Ayr ran out to find Marcus. Check he hadn’t got caught in the storm and lost his bearings, but he was nowhere to be seen. His blue gauze was trodden into the mud by the packhouse door, though. “He’s not answering his link?” Ayr said, rubbing his chin. “If he wants us, he will,” Matthew answered steadily. “There’s a line of how much he’ll ask for.” Ayr reluctantly agreed, and the evening continued as planned. Drinks consumed, food eaten, I sat in our bed and watched Ayr as he stripped down. I know how long he stays awake at night reading to me. I also know how the instant he thinks I’m asleep he switches from pirate adventures to love sonnets. My dreams are warm, full of summer sun and happiness
His Unlovable Mate 102. Marcus
The day I stop opening my eyes and searching for a flicker of dawn will be when my wolf stops trying too. Not once did I stop believing. Now, finally, after almost five years, something has happened. Since Ayr told me their silver wolf has vanished from the heavens, the constant blackness has started to part. There are shadows and hints of grey and white in my peripheral vision. I can’t see shapes, but there is lightness where once only pitch black existed. My first instinct was to call out to Berrybrow. But then I shut my lips and breathe sharply. This is for me to know. My secret. For if it turns out, all I can see are the shadows at the edges. What has been gained? But maybe, just maybe my purgatory is finally ending? I already know my irises have turned to jade. Mrs Berrybrow was sweet to sell it kindly, maybe as proof that my wolf is still trying to heal me. Ayr has since said he doesn’t give a fuck, that I was exactly the same man to him. Except hearing how the others hav
His Unlovable Mate 101. Ayr
I secretly bought a set of jangling bells, but thankfully, they weren’t necessary. I did once tie them to her and woke up to a barrage of jangling cushions to the face. Then she pinned my wrists to the mattress as best as she could before wrapping her mouth around my semi-hard early morning dick. Confusing, briefly terrifying me and making me want to explode all in the space of five seconds. Perfection. Now, such spontaneity has been briefly retired. Instead, she has to choose from a pile of leatherbound books instead of leaping onto my groin. Holding out a selection of hardbacks, I mock-grumpily bark. “Pick one then,” before helping to place the covers over my hugely pregnant, half-glowing, half-irritated mate. We’re in the final stages of this miracle of a pregnancy, and somehow, my plan worked. “You always know which one I’ll choose,” she smiles back softly, her stunningly soft figure draped in an emerald green silk nightgown before choosing the same one she’s had for the pas
His Unlovable Mate 100. Cassie
It’s not possible. “It can’t be…I mean…” only to turn and see the look on Ayr’s face. The one I’ve always wanted to see. It’s joyous. The sweetest, kindest expression. A god melted into a beaming man. But it is a look he shouldn’t be giving me. Anyway, it’s just one old lady’s opinion. I said I felt sick, but that surely happens to everyone who’s having the minor trauma of almost killing their mate in their sleep. Accepting the golden-eyed wolf could be hunting Ayr and I down for the rest of our lives out of spite is enough to turn anyone’s stomach. Or, as Mrs Berrybrow suggested, the golden-wolf attaches itself to a newborn. Then what? The instant some child turns eighteen and can connect with their spirit, will their soul be corrupted. Try to harm us? “Cass?” Ayr whispers, before reaching out for my hand. I have no idea how long I’ve been silent for whilst I felt the idyllic protection of my Volare life crumble around me. It's not safe. It will never be safe. I still can’t move
His Unlovable Mate 99. Ayr
It’s been almost three months, and with Cass at my side, anything feels possible. Apart from conception, obviously, but we’ve both agreed that doesn’t matter in the slightest right now. I don’t know how it works, but even the Volare population seemed brighter. The packhouse has never seen so many bawdy nights, bands playing, people talking late into the night. Annoyingly, now I’m officially not a kidnapping, raping, deviant scumbag, the other packs are scrambling to purchase even more of our goods. Something to be remembered every time I am forced to attend a Council with the two-faced pricks. Apart from Locksley. He had absolutely zero scruples in buying fancy items from a despised Alpha. Or trying to seduce Cass via pastel suits and bouquets of flowers but thank fuck that game is over. At Cass’s request I have even led a couple of Volare full moon runs. Pretty sure she just wanted to get me naked in the Kallio side of the woods though. Unfamiliar territory to her meant I had th
His Unlovable Mate 98. Cassie
Robyn had arrived in Volare with a few of my favourite gowns and essentials. Like she already knew I would never be coming back if they found me in Volare. “Cass what the hell happened here!” she gasped, taking in the dishevelled room. “Take a guess, Robyn!” I reply, towel wrapped around my body. “AH you're marked. I knew it!” she squealed.Hugging tightly, I quickly dressed, and we headed down to the main packhouse. I couldn’t resist my hunger any longer. Taking a long, empty bench in the far corner, my hair still damp from the shower with Ayr, I told her everything. Yet just last week, when we played with Lucy’s dolls house, I assured her I was fine. Snapped it at her if I recall properly. Now she knows the full extent of the agreement, the silver wolf waiting to be born. How we had decided, after making amends with everyone, that we had a clean slate. No guilt, no blame. Just forwards. “That’s exactly how it should be,” Robyn smiled. “I can not believe how much you’ve changed
