"Danny, Jeff, stay alert we are heading in," Arric said aloud. "Yes, Boss," they replied. Eirika gave him a searching gaze and he said, "We are going into the pack territory to warn Hartwell… want to come?" "Yes, please," she said eagerly. He nodded. "That's what I thought," he mumbled and got up to push the door open, jumping down. He held out his hand to her. She took it and he carried her down. Eirika wasn't surprised to see Arric’s men, appearing from nowhere to tail him. Zenesha hurried to stand to her side and Nigel flanked her. Bishop, York, Jarom, Caineghis, Jimothy, and about ten more guards formed a shield around them as they moved. Eirika couldn't help remembering the last time she walked these woods. On impulse, she reached out to put her hand in Arric’s, recalling how she had longed for him and thought she would never be with him again. 'Are you alright?' Arric asked via their mind link, giving her a side glance. 'I remembered the last time I was here… afte
“You should know that I offered to reject him; he refused,” Zenesha said. “‘Nesha…” Nigel called her with an endearing version of her name. His voice was deep and ladened with emotions. “He is a Lycan…” Nigel’s father said meaningfully. His eyes darkened with arrays of emotions that were quite confusing. Eirika couldn’t tell whether he approved or not but she swore she could perceive his pity and concern. “I already told her werewolves' rejection ritual doesn’t work for me,” Nigel snapped. “That’s not what your father meant, Nigel, let’s go inside. Bishop, you guys should give us a minute and stay alert,” Arric said. “Yes, boss,” Bishop replied. Without waiting for Nigel and Shadowclaw to act on his suggestion, Arric pulled Eirika and gestured to Zenesha to move ahead of him with a stern gaze. She worked her jaw and obeyed. Once inside, Zenesha stood by the door, and Nigel stood about two meters away watching her. His father went to take a seat and gestured to Arric and Eir
Arric caught a whiff of Eirika's scent in the basement and knew she must have spent quite some time there alone with Nigel. The place was packed full of training gear and his suspicion was confirmed when Eirika let off a wistful sigh. "This was your training room?" he asked. She threw him a cautious gaze and nodded. Discussing her past training, done to kill off his family, was not a conversation she wanted to have with him just then. "Did you live here?" Arric asked. And even though he knew Nigel has a mate now, that didn't stop the sudden knots in his gut. He hated how it was another Lycan that was there for her and protected her when it was his responsibility. "No, I had my own place…" Eirika replied, holding his gaze. He nodded. "Did she tell you how she fought, disarmed, and killed a hefty brute of a werewolf with intent to kill her?" Nigel’s father asked. "She mentioned she was attacked…" Arric said with a smirk, silently noting the note of pride in the older Lycan's voic
"You are beautiful…" He rasped and trailed his lips down her jaw to her neck and continued downward to tease her nipples with the gentle stroke of his tongue. She hurriedly reached for his cargo pants, pulling them down to free his hardened shaft, and wrapped her fingers around him. He grunted in pleasure as she stroked him, wrapping his left arm around her waist to lift her up so he could remove her clothes completely and also make her perch on edge of the countertop. Eirika's chest heaved hard as he spread her wide like an Eagle on the counter, pushing away all her food spread. He grabbed her slim thighs with both hands widening her legs further and lowered his face to devour her. Eirika writhed atop the cold table arching her back to give him more access as she moaned his name with no inhibition. Arric loved how she tasted and her fruity scent was quite heady. He lapped hungrily at her opening, slipping his tongue into her core to make her pour more into his mouth. Eirike
Thank you," Eirika said as Zenesha finished helping her to strap on the knife vest. The other she-wolf nodded. Still looking irritated. Arric came to pull Eirika away to a sturdy tree just at the center of the clearing. He lifted her up and asked her to wrap her arms around his neck. "Hold tight." That was the only warning she got before he leaped. Eirika's heart lunged in her chest as they both scaled up to the air until he held onto a tree truck and deftly climbed up to the very top in a panther-like grace. Making certain she was secure and straddling a sturdy branch, he drew back from her and Eirika quickly looked around. The leaves were thick enough to hide her and the height was way above ground. Arric swiftly strapped her to the tree, making sure she was comfortable. "Hey…" he called, cupping her jaw, and waited till she looked into his eyes before he added, "I don't care if every single one of us is getting murdered down there, you don't come down until it is safe, do yo
Eirika let out a breath she wasn't even aware she was holding as Arric went out of sight. She wanted to jump down and go after him but the men thrashing on the bloodied ground, drawing their last breath held her paralyzed to the spot. It was difficult to imagine that the Arric who just left now was the same one who had been loving and attentive to her for the past few days. He was quite an enigma and Eirika was mighty glad she was not on the opposing side. Arric was brutal. Her heart had run a mile per second when the captured werewolf taunted him just like Mauro earlier did. Eirika recalled his cold, unyielding stance and silently prayed to the moon goddess for her intervention. She doubted her heart would be able to stand it if he returned to being withdrawn and unhinged with her. "Luna?" Bishop called from the ground, looking up at her. "You can come down now. Do you need assistance?" "N-no I can come down by myself, thank you," she said and carefully found her way down the tr
Eirika found her way inside the Nightstalkers Pack and to Brook's bar, glad to see the place was still open. There were a few customers still drinking in the bar, and some of them were in bandages. They gave her an acknowledging nod when they saw her. Brook was serving drinks to a group of gammas when she saw her and the other she-wolf's lips stretched in a smile. "Ah, see who has returned, and as the Maveric's mate no less," Brook jest. Eirika chuckled despite her mood. "Nice to see you too, Brook," she said. "I knew you were the type to not go down without a fight. I am happy to know I am right about you," she said. "Thank you, Brook. How are you and… business?" Erika asked, gesturing. "As you can see… still thriving, can't complain. I heard you are one of the reasons we still have a home…" "I wouldn't take credit for that." "We've faced plenty of foes over the years, my dear friend and the Maverick hadn't seen it fit to come to our aid," she said. Eirika laughed. "Fine,
"Arric…" "I don't think you understand that you are mine…" "I know we are mated, Arric, I know what it means. Do you?" "What are you saying?" "We are going to spend a long time together, Arric, I don't want to spend it with you hating me!" she cried. A frown furrowed his eyebrows. "I don't hate you," he rasped in the gentlest tone she had ever heard him use. Cupping the side of her face, he stroked her skin with his thumb. "Arric…." "Stop imagining nonsense and perish the thought that we would ever be separated," he whispered, cutting her off. Tears welled and spilled down the sides of her face. "The only thing that's going to separate me from you, is death." Raising her head from the mattress, Eirika pressed her lips to his. Arric groaned and gave her room to deepen the kiss, she probed his lips with her tongue and he parted them for her, shutting his eyes as she nibbled his lips, moaning his name. His entire frame shook at the wonderful surge of pleasure that raked throug