[~♥CORAL♥~]I dry my hair with a towel as I stroll out of the lavatory connected to my bedroom, my silk dress robe hangs loosely on my body, secured together by the rope around it. My feet patter on the wooden floorboard as I walk towards my bed where my dress is already lying in wait for me. I smile when I see it’s one of my favourite dress; Aga must have picked it out when I went into the bathroom to take a bath— I was getting old for her baby treatments and even though she’s minimised her efforts because I nagged about it, she’d always attend to my personal routine once in a while. She was relentless. Dropping the towel on the edge of my bed, I pick up the dress and head to my dressing mirror at the corner and stand in front of it. I pull the dress in front of me, admiring the smooth, soft pink material of the tunic, off-the-shoulder dress when from my peripheral vision, I catch sight of a small, delicate package atop the vanity area of my dressing table. I turn towards it, drop
[~♥CORAL♥~] “I was looking for you,” I tell him but my gaze lands back to his workspace. “What are you doing?” “N-Nothing… You don't need to worry about it.” He stutters, his body shifting to put up a block between his desk and myself. I frown, jolting my head upwards at his obvious lie. If it wasn't important he wouldn't have hidden it from me in the first place. “Why did you come? Did you need something?” He asks, attempting to distract me from the thing he was hiding and for a moment I almost get ensnared by the sway of his words. My mouth opens to respond to him but shuts close soon after and I give him a pointed look. “What is it?” I repeat my earlier question. “What?” “What you're crafting. What is it?” “It's not important.” He responds, his hands latching onto the back of his neck and his arm moves from the slow, rubbing motion. “It has to be if you're covering it. Why are you covering it? You never hide your work from me.” “That's because… this one's really… specia
[~♥CORAL♥~]Damian's gait is swift and measured as he stalks towards me. His gaze pining me to where I stand behind the pillar as he advances towards me, his taut body glistening with sweat; an evidence of his hard training with Leon and his muscles flexes with every breathy step he takes.Despite the alarm going off in my head at his approach, I couldn't bring myself to tear my gaze away from his roughly sculptured and unclad torso, entranced by the sight of his lightly tan skin glistening under the afternoon sunlight.His tribal mark is in full display, a dark crescent moon melting down into small falling stars inked onto the underside of his rib area, just above his waistline. It was a mark bore by every member of our pack and every werewolf across the world had a similar marking; an indication that one belonged to a pack.Damian's shadow looms over me just as his immaculate scent washes over me— the aroma of his woody earth and rooty scent mixed with the smell of citrus and smokey
[~♦DAMIAN♦~]“Do you like it?” I ask with a battered breath as I watch her. Antsy to know if my little act has pleased her in any way. I wasn't good at gentle gestures, I don't know how to do things like this. All my life it's been a shuffle between things that would lead me into a battle ground or a fight.But if it was going to give me any chance at winning over my mate, then I'd do a thousand of it and more—Anything at all to earn her forgiveness and acceptance.She drops her gaze back to the small dark green box I'd gifted her. I catch the subtle shift of her fingers as they clench around the box and her soft, pink bottom lip disappears into her mouth.I hold my breath, waiting on her answer. I'm not sure what I expect to hear but the almost imperceptible twitch that tugs her lips upwards has me waiting on gathered breath.Then I hear her voice, the soft, sweet, intoxicating tone coax my ears. “Yes. I love it… it's very pretty.” Her answer has my heart palpitating twice over and
[~♥CORAL♥~]I ran away.When even the cells in my bloodstream rapped at my chest to lean into Damian's gentle caress when the pad of his fingers skits across my skin as he complimented me.It's not the first time he's done so— Damian's always had a sweet tongue and he made sure to use it shower compliments on me when I was a little girl; from the crown of my head to the sole of my feet, Damian made sure to shower me with compliments whenever I adored any sort of ornament on my hair or whatever outfit I put on— they all did though.And I was used to hearing them. So why did it feel so different? Why did it feel like my feelings were going to topple me under the haze of the warmth I felt?I didn't mean to run but for a second, I felt the crippling ting of fear rouse inside my chest. It was my repressed urges of my bond link with him flaring up against his touch that sent me panicking.How much I wanted to lean into his touch; his warmth. But I was still angry at him. I was still angry
[~♥CORAL♥~]I don't know where I'm going with this. This constant push and pull is exhilarating.I'm trying so hard to fight these feelings swirling inside of me but somehow, deep down, I really don't think I want to. They're my mates after all.Why am I really fighting this?If I'm blind about their past actions, and look at them for what they are… they are everything and more that I want in a mate.Though three mates is a little excessive but at the same time, it feels… perfect, perhaps?Is it petty of me to be this way? Fight my feelings? Maybe because I'm too scared? Scared to move past it. Maybe I know it'd be too good to be true to have them as my mates.After all, they used to be a constant part of my daily life and they still are.They hurt me though. They lied and kept a deep secret. Even though it wasn't just from me, it affected me the most. Even so, am I supposed to just overlook it and accept them? Are my actions wrong?Is it… harsh? Cruel?I want to forgive them though
[~♣RAEGAN♣~] I take one look at my brothers’ faces and I know what's going on in their minds, though it's a lot harder to read off Rune’s face but Damian isn't even trying to conceal the despondency riding the features of his face. “If you keep scowling like that, you're going to swivel before you even reach your prime.” I taunt Damian, an attempt to ease his sullen mood but it just ends up causing his scowl to deepen. “I'm not scowling,” He states. “I'm thinking, Raegan.” “Oh yeah, what about, little brother?” It was a silly question but I couldn't help myself from taunting him, knowing it's only going to irk him more. Maybe because I wanted to alleviate my own misery and Damian is the sweeter choice. “You're only a few seconds older than me.” Damian clicks his tongue and I spill out a partly suppressed laugh at his jittering. “I'm still older though.” I keep up my taunting and Damian practically snarls at me. I smirk, the smugness of my satisfaction surfs across my lips and D
[~♦DAMIAN♦~] There’s an erring sense of silence in the room as we watch our pack’s doctor fuddle over our mate, and it’s hovering around my brothers and I like a darkly, daunting cloud on a stormy weather. We’re all trying to keep our cool so the theta can do his work properly but we’re also one second away from jumping at him at the slightest negative change at the hands of our mate. “How is she?” Raegan asks the question we all thought to voice. His right leg is bouncing in a steady but agitated rhythm and his thick, muscular arms are folded on his chest. On his words, our mate stirs in her sleep, a muffled sound leaving her mouth, a small frown contours her face before it lets up and disappears. She doesn’t seem to be in any more pain but her silky alabaster skin is now a ghostly pale and is almost awful to look at. Though the pain in her system have been abated, I still feel an unease to the cause of it and why she’d been quiet about it. For goddess’s sake, she could have been
[~♥CORAL♥~]“Kiara… What are you doing? You’re going to get us into trouble.” I let out a hushed yell, turning my head around to scan the surroundings.Kiara creeps closer to the wall, placing a finger on her lips. “Shh, you’ll get us caught if you keep bugging me.”“Well, it’s not right to eavesdrop on people.”“Be quiet Coco, I’m trying to hear what’s going on. It’s clearly important.”“That’s exactly why we’re not supposed to be here. Why did you drag me here? I never agreed to this. What if someone sees us and reports it to Raegan.”She rolls her eyes, shaking her head, “Well, for one I know we won’t get caught if you stop making a fuss about it. Secondly, you’re literally mated to the most important people in the pack. No one else is above them, so we’ll be fine.” She says and turns to me. She winks, her smile mischievous and then she returns her attention back to the wall. Placing her ear against the surface, she strains to hear what’s happening at the other side but with the
[~♦DAMIAN♦~]It’s all bullcrap and I can smell it.If that shifty fucking smile on his face isn’t enough to prove it then I don’t know what else will. There was something other than just bringing an end to our long held feud that he was attaining for. I don’t know much about the strategic stuff in a war, that was Rune’s line of expertise but with Kane’s reputation and what I’ve seen through the long years, this war has become more than a conquest for power. Our land has one of the rarest items that any pack would kill to obtain—a mine with an abundance of mythril.It’s a stone that’s considered to be one of the strongest ore in the land. It’s used here in crafting the best of our weaponries and priced accessories but it’s never exported in bulk because it’s a precious stone but it’s also a dangerous item if in the wrong hands. It’s an item that can turn the tides of not only war but development in any pack. So it’s always been the leading factor to all the wars we’ve faced so far.
[~♠RUNE♠~]The tension in the air is remarkable. If active it would be explosively destructive.Even though Raegan might have agreed to this meeting, everyone present is on high alert. That doesn’t exempt me though. But I’d rather have a peaceful resolution than a destructive war.“My, you guys should really chill out,” Kane inputs when he takes the seat at the end of the long table. Reagan takes the other, at the head. The rest of us settle into the seats at each side of the table. Damian and I sit at opposite sides; I on the left and him at the right. Leon and a few others take their individual seats as well and Kane’s beta, Talon sits next to him, at his right side. Kane crosses his left leg over his right. The table is high enough to conceal it but his body movement is enough to read his actions. He smirks. “There’s enough animosity in this room to chill my bones. It’s almost like I’m the enemy here.”“You are the enemy here, you fucker.” Damian growls.There’s a subtle pause b
[~♣RAEGAN♣~]“What do you want Rune?” Damian hisses at Rune, not taking a look at him. His attention is held up by the man in front of him and Alpha Kane is just as reeling to go as he is.“What I want is for you to stop misbehaving.” Rune scolds. “Are you trying to make things worse than they already are?” Damian snarls at him. “He’s the one asking for a death wish.” Kane lets out a disdainful snort at his remark and Damian shoots him a glare.“Are you really going to do this? You’ll only be contradicting your stated intentions of peace if you engage him in a fight,” Rune says, and it earns him a smirk from Kane. “But don’t think we’ll be letting you off just because my douchebag of a brother caused a scene.” Kane’s smirk widens into a darkly, amused grin and his eyes flashes, noting the threat behind Rune’s words.He straightens, completely relaxed from his battle stance. His muscles are slightly tensed so I know he’s distinctly aware of Damian’s threatening presence in front of hi
[~♣RAEGAN♣~]“What the hell are you doing here?” I snarl at the man in front of me.I was in the middle of a meeting with my brothers and the pack’s elder council on finalizing the next step of action to take regarding Kane's message when one of my border guards busted in like his ass was on fire.He came with troubling news. Kane had already arrived at our border and the guards had apprehended him and were bringing him here.The news set my brothers and I and everyone else in the room on high alert. We rushed out a moment before he arrived at the pack house, surrounded by the pack guards with their weapons poking out behind him.The news of his sudden arrival was upsetting but not the most surprising thing, even though it completely threw me getting the message. We were unprepared and hadn't expected him to show up so soon and so suddenly.He’d requested a meeting through his messenger. It was the reason we were in-deep in this meeting, arguing our heads off on whether to take Rune’s
[~♥CORAL♥~]“You didn't drop by this morning. What happened? Is everything alright, Kiki?” I ask, walking up beside her just as we step out of school premises to the street.I call out her name this time when she doesn't respond to me. When I get no response again, I quickly grab her arm. Stopping in my tracks, I pull her back. It cause her to jerk back too until she halts in her track. “Kiara…” Her mind seems dazed but then she blinks and gasp as though snapping out of a hypnosis. Her eyes fills momentarily with shock and a clip expression before it falls off her face.Her breath settles and then her hazel gaze holds mine. “Sorry Coco, what was that?”I frown a little, a small pout puckering my lips and I release my hold on her arm. “You didn't show up at my house this morning… what happened?”I must have imagined the flash of anger in her eyes. “Why? I'm not your mother, Coco.”I know she didn't mean to be rude but her curt remark still cuts me like a gullet wound but in the chest.
[~♥CORAL♥~]My face is red. Beet blood… maybe even tomato red. I know because I can feel the heat smoking off my face, hotter than any heated ore or metal. Probably even hotter than molten lava itself.It's scalding and it's caused by the two large figures hanging at the doorway of Rune's bedroom.I'm overcomed by sheer embarrassment as Damian's teasing words hit me. That's right… I had come here to bring Rune over for breakfast. He's been engrossed in his new craft piece, I'm not sure he's had a proper rest. I wonder what he's making this time. I do love all his pieces. They were always enchanting. I'm sure all the females in the pack would love to wear a piece if they could. However, the thought made my mind scream with disapproval. I wouldn't want any other woman to wear his art piece. Actually, more correctly than that, I didn't want them wearing any of his piece. I know that it sounds childish to think but I can't help but think that they'd be wearing a piece of him on them a
[~♥CORAL♥~]“You want… to kiss me?” I mutter the words slowly. My cheeks instantly heating with a blush.“Mhmm, I deserve one too, don't you think?” Rune says, turning me slightly in his arms.I flush deeper, stuttering. “Well… um, I–”“You don't have to if you don't want to, cupcake.”“No, that's not it. I just thought you were angry about it.”“Cupcake… what in goddess’s are you on about?”“What? You're not angry?” I ask, surprise. I'm not so sure why I am but I also don't really know how I expected him to feel about it. “Why would I be?” He arches a brow at me.“Well, because you saw Raegan kissing me?” I point out slowly. My cheeks heat from both the memory of the kiss and suddenly feeling dumb.Rune scoffs, then roll his eyes and shakes his head. The white highlights of his soft, dark locks scatters across his face.“Why would I be angry about that? It’s perfectly normal between mates.” He remarks.I bite my lip then add. “Raegan was mad,” I pause. “Actually, no, he was jealous
[~♠RUNE♠~]A soft knock on my door has been stirring out of a daze. But I don't look up from my work when I mutter the words “Come in.”There's a low humming in my chest before the door pulls open and I'm raising my head to the door even before she pokes her head through the opening of my door.“Hi,” She calls out in a sweet, low tone. A coy smile graces her beautifully plush face as she steps onto the threshold. She stands there, not crossing and my gaze catches the nervous twirl of her fingers around her midriff.A smile of my own coats my face, my lips twitching with the amusement I'm suddenly feeling at her shy demeanor. She looks so cute fiddling with the material of her dress. So cute and so edible in the soft looking, white, sleeveless dress with soft pink flower prints, she's wearing.Noting my own thoughts, I mentally hit myself in the head when I realize I haven't responded to her greeting.“Hi,” I say, getting off my stool and dumping my piece of art on my work table.“Um…