Eirika woke to Arric pacing at the foot of the bed. Sitting up, she asked, "What's wrong?" "I'm thinking…. This place is a fortress but I need some of my fighters… if the pack gets attacked we have a stronghold in place to keep them occupied long enough for me to get here but leaving you behind even with all the assurance that you are safe would plague me insistently. And I don't know how long I will be gone. Taking you with me would mean you would constantly be in danger… but then I would be there. And we can also use that opportunity to visit the major packs to propose allegiance. I need all this sorted before you start to show… which means we have a few weeks…." Eirika got up and rushed into the bathroom to get ready while Arric was still thinking aloud. She rushed out a few minutes later with her hair wet and a towel wrapped around her. "What do I wear?" she asked a tad breathless. Arric stopped pacing to hold her gaze. "I'm going to need knives, a bow, and arrows," she added.
"Good morning, Luna, hope you are better now?" she asked, sounding concerned and giving her a searching look. Eirika was surprised to see a show of any form of emotion from the other she-wolf. "Yes, I am. Thank you," she replied, giving her a warm smile. Eirika couldn't be certain but she could swear she could perceive Nigel’s scent on Zenesha. Her heart leaped with fear, not understanding what it meant. "Where is Nigel?" she asked. Zenesha's cheeks grew pinkish and she averted her gaze. "With Bishop. I think something has happened. Alpha hasn't briefed us yet…" "Yeah, I got that impression too…" Eirika said with a frown, looking down the hallway, and hearing Arric give orders about how the team is to move out of the region. "Luna…" Zenesha called to get her attention. "Yes?" "Nigel told me what happened to you… I want you to know that if you need a friend… I am here," she said. Eirika searched her gaze and saw how much of an effort approaching her was. "Thank you," Eirik
Arric, Nigel, York, Caineghis, Jimothy, and Bishop went on foot for miles, scouting the grounds for more invaders, before Arric asked Danny to land and pick them up. When they got back inside the craft they were all wearing custom-made baggy cargo shorts with black raglan-sleeve shirts. Arric came to sit next to Eirika and she reached out to lean against his chest. He wrapped his strong arms around her, pressing a kiss on her head. From the corner of Eirika’s eyes, she watched Nigel sit beside Zenesha and slowly shift closer until their arms were touching. The she-wolf tensed up but she didn't move away. Nigel carefully and slowly interlaced his fingers with hers and slowly started to stroke the back of her hand with his thumb. He then leaned back and shut his eyes. Eirika was happy to see Nigel was beginning to crack down on the she-wolf's wall of thorns. The sun had dipped below the horizon, casting the woods in a dusky hue before they got to the location where Arric’s people w
Arric smiled at the show of fondness in her eyes. He let out a sigh and drew her into his arms, making her rest her cheek against his pectorals and shut his eyes. Eirika shut her eyes too, listening to the rhythmic beat of his heart. Eirika was surprised at herself, she went back to sleep too and didn't move from his arms until he woke her with feathery kisses, skimming his lips against hers. A smile stretched her lips. "I can't believe I slept again…" "You needed the rest," he replied in his deep baritone that always made her feel warm inside. She stretched, languorously, against his naked skin and felt the hard length of his shaft pressed to her thighs. She parted her lips for him, drawing in his upper lip with her teeth as she used the tip of her tongue to trace the outlined hem. At the same time, she raised one leg to rest on his hip, feeling his shaft slip between her legs. She felt herself start to throb at the thought of the position they were in. Arric thrust his hip fo
"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