Elders had made a permanent camp by Damien’s office. The conference room smelled of wolves and mixed aromas of a week of delivered lunches. They were getting on his nerves. As if files with pictures and background information on all those empty princesses wasn’t enough, over the last week some of them had been invited to tour the company, to interview for job or internship openings, have lunch with their family members who were among elders… Anything to get him see and communicate with them.
He wasn’t sure if it was the mended bond with Ada to blame or the fact that he didn’t want to be forced into this marriage, but none of the women carried any attraction. He would act his part of being a host, carry a conversation and politely escort them out as soon as he could. Janet, the loyal secretary she was, had scheduled more than five meetings a day to give him the excuse of being preoccupied. Seeing the elders setting up residence in their building
Damien’s black wolf reached the top of the hill first. He could already see the crowd gathered in the square of this part of the city. It was ironic how the events turned out and the challenge was going to take place right on the border. The mending of the bond they did was practically useless now since he would see the outcome of the battle, even from such a distance he would be able to tell if one of them died. Now the mended bond would only mean pain, more pain for him. If she died, he would be torn apart. If she ran away, he would feel the lack of her, the yearning, and eventually the slow painful severing of the bond. How was he supposed to tie himself to another woman if both him and his wolf longed for her? And if she won and stayed? He was supposed to choose a Luna. He wouldn’t disrespect his future mate by sneaking around, being tangled with Ada in the sheets. She had made it clear she had no interest in being his Luna. And yet his wolf didn’t regret mending the bon
He attacked. She was the one blocking and stepping back now. He was cornering her. She had done this with Damien, she would go around or jump over him. She was quick and agile. Before she could, his hand was on her throat again. A hard slam to the ground came next. He lifted her and crashed the back of her head to the hard asphalt again and again and again. She bit her tongue. Black spots danced in front of her eyes.“Slow down time!” Arsen yelled at Flanna. Damien’s wolf was pacing ready to jump into their territory. If he did too soon and clan members noticed it could be twisted later as Ada recruiting aid, thus voiding the results of the challenge.“Not yet. She will need you soon,” Flanna told Damien calmly, eyes on the crowd not able to see much.Ada was able to knee her father and somehow escape that position. They went at each other ferociously. The crowd was frozen. Those were truly two Alpha’s at each other’s th
Uncle Aram growled at him. “Not now!”Ada realized that the warrior had been looking at her. Alpha… She was supposed to make decisions now. She had killed her father and now she should sentence that man to death. One more death. Her hands had become coated in blood in just one day. Blood of her own family, of a friend. She couldn’t. Blood of another man that she had known since she was a pup would be on her hands soon too.She felt her legs moving on their own. Before long she was away from the crowd. Running. She didn’t know where. Home! Her house. She had a suitcase packed just in case. Money and documents. She would be gone. An airplane. The next flight. Anywhere… She was running up the hill, when she heard a familiar voice. Ellen… She was up on the hill, right on the border.Something hit her side and next thing she knew she was on the ground on her side, Damien’s wolf towering over her. He immediately shift
1 Week Postmortem - HellfireSoft Persian rug under her cheek. That’s all Ada could focus on in that moment relishing the calm before hellfire consumed her from inside again. This was karma. This was the payment. Her hand was still on the couch she had fallen off. How many hours had it been? She lifted her head to look out of the small window. Sundown. Even the sky was painted in the colors of fire.She took a shaky breath feeling it ignite again. She squeezed her eyes shot tightly, gritted her teeth and screamed into the rug. Fire, so much fire licking at her insides. She was sure her womb was going to be roasted by the time it was done. If she couldn’t have children before this, her organs would definitely not nurture a life after this was over.The pain, the burn lessened. She was panting, gulping air now that she could. Her skin was damp, even the rug under her cheek felt damp. Cold sweat. Her eyes fluttered open with the last rays of the orange
1 month and 1 week postmortem – MarkedAda was smiling at the video on her phone. Ellen’s marked neck.“Can you see it? Can you see it?” came her squealing voice. There was too much teenagery excitement in it.Ellen switched back to showing her entire face to be met with Ada’s soft smile.“Is it as good as they say it is?” Ada asked a mischievous smile tugging at her lips.“Pfft, if you think you’ve had a good orgasm, you’ve had nothing!” Ellen laughed.It had become an unspoken rule to avoid Damien’s name, so she wasn’t going to make a joke about her nights with the young Alpha.Ada rolled her eyes at her young cousin. She used to babysit them, now she was a marked woman.“How is living with Arsen? Did that custom table arrive in one piece?” Ada asked.“It is beautiful. The artist is so talented! And living with Arsen is grea
3 months and 3 weeks postmortem – MonsterCool spray from the fountains was a delicious relief against the heat. It was almost nine in the evening the large fountain set in the center of the square would start the show any moment. Habanera from Carmen opera started playing raising goosebumps on her upper arms. Jets of the fountain swayed, exploded and changed color with the rise and fall of the music.Ada had come to Yerevan’s central square every evening in the last week since she had moved back to Armenia. Young mothers with strollers moved around, groups of teen males were being too loud, a lone girl sat on the beige stone steps with a notepad and a pencil in hand, lights of a nearby café buzzed with life…It felt peaceful and almost content. No matter how hard she tried to focus on her present, on the life around her, thoughts from Emil’s message the day before kept invading her mind.An entire clan wiped out… Th
5 months postmortem – Seeking AffectionAlexandra’s smell was wrong. She smelled of something sweet, flowery, almost fruity. Or like trees that bloomed in the spring and smelled sweet hinting at the fruit that would be birthed from those flowers. Ada’s scent was different from hers. Ada smelled fresh and powerful. Avalanche… that was Arsen’s description. Chilly dawn in the mountains… that’s what she reminded Damien of.The hem of Alexandra’s dress got caught between two chairs and he caught a view of her legs. Same skin color, same height, even legs looked familiar. Those legs that he would lick and nibble in the moonlit bedroom. He watched the witch bend over and free her dress. That ass. He wondered if digging his fingers into her flesh would feel the same. Same plump ass. Was it as smooth as Ada’s? Alexandra wasn’t as toned, there was softness to her. Feminine softness. He didn’t mind at all. She wa
The restaurant bathed in dimmed lights and soft piano music was more welcoming than his own home. He had stayed behind after a dinner with a new Alpha in the city. They had been something like friends most of their childhoods and both wanted to establish an approachable relationship now that the young Alpha had taken over the clan. Damien had a good feeling about that meeting with promises of trade and semi-open borders, and even a conversation about drafting something like a military alliance.He sat by the bar and nursed a glass of cognac the large ball of ice clinking to the edges. Arsen had been trying to mind-link him for the last half an hour but Damien had been avoiding his friend. Recently the Beta had been inviting him out for drinks, tea, runs in the woods. Ellen had even extended a few dinner invitations. Getting tired of yet another knock on his mental wall, he opened it.Man, I hate when you do this. I am standing in front of your building. Flanna fini
4 Years Later Ada sat in the car adjusting the hem of her dress as the city hummed outside of the window. Her left hand was permanently kidnapped by a large masculine hand, her knuckles and fingertips were used to soft chaste kisses. She looked at the man one hand on the steering wheel the watch that she gifted him peeking out of the shirt sleeve. He looked good in a black slick tuxedo. Black shirt underneath was matched with a black tie, his usual style or the lack of it. The only color was in the cufflinks. Black circle with a dark golden wolf inside. He had those made custom without telling her. The dark gold of the cufflinks matched her champagne-gold dress. Thin straps, decolletage showing just enough in a dip between her breasts, soft fabric going straight down the body to her ankles hugging that curve from her waist to wide hips. The upper layer of the fabric was transparent with shiny threads painting vertical lines everywhere, creating an illusion of a trans
WARNING: Sexual Content --------------------------- When she came back, Damien was holding her up by the waist. He reached her hands and unbuckled the restraints. Carrying her to bed, he sat her down on the edge. His tall body went on one knee in front of her and she watched him in a daze carefully take off her shoes, then pull the dress over her arms. She stayed unmoving and longingly watched him unbutton his shirt one by one, her eyes gliding over the skin being slowly exposed. He was made out of hard muscles, and yet sleeping on his chest felt soft and comfortable. Her most restful sleep always came and stayed when her head was cradled on his shoulder. Those same muscles that moved under his skin when he thrust into her. Leaning back on her arms, she let him strip off the shirt then start undoing his belt. When he had buckled it back on, she didn’t know. Soon his naked form stood above her. He stood immobile studying her as she studied him. There w
WARNING: Sexual Content --------------------------- A wanton excitement went through her making her hands and legs tingle and she knelt down as he unbuckled his belt. When his length sprang out of his underwear her mouth salivated but she was hesitant. She raised her eyes to him her face so close to his hardness, lips slightly open. He wanted to memorize the sight but her large green eyes looking up at him made him grab the back of her head fisting her hair hard and pressing the tip to her lips rubbing precum on them. That’s the only lipstick she should ever wear. “I can’t be slow this time. Can you handle it?” his voice was strained, pain on his face. She opened her mouth wide and relaxed her jaw taking him in. He let out a groan and pushed himself deeper into the warm wetness of her beautiful mouth. Hand holding her in place he thrust hard into her throat feeling her nails dig into his thigh. She kept her green eyes up on him, tears glistening in th
WARNING: Sexual Content --------------------------- Without saying a word Damien turned them around and walked to the middle-aged man in a three-piece suit casually leaning against the bar and smiling at them broadly. Despite being raised in the thick of politics and games, this scene was unfamiliar to Ada. She intertwined her arm around his which made him look down at her concern on his face. She gave him a resolute nod and they continued. Spines straight, faces disinterested, steps confident. Everyone was partially aware of their presence, most watched Ada’s shapely legs striding effortlessly on extremely high heels, others watched the casual power in Damien’s shoulders and the way his arm snaked around her waist fingers curling possessively. “Alpha Damien, Alpha Ada, please join me for a drink,” the man said cheerfully. Ada almost raised an eyebrow. It had been hours since she assumed her Alpha position and this man was the first one to acknowledge
“Damien!” she exclaimed. Ada watched as the woman’s smile turned into bowtie lips as if in anticipation of a kiss and face tilted up to Damien as her legs carried her straight to him.Ada yanked her hand from his arm and went straight for her throat, claws extending on their own out of fury that burnt in her veins instantly. Before she could feel the satisfaction of feeling the woman’s pulse under her fingertips, Damien’s hand grabbed that whore’s arm and yanked her back out of Ada’s reach. Her eyes turned to his with a question, almost a sad betrayal in them. She was surprised by her own reaction. The wise thing would be to just observe Damien’s actions.Just then the strange woman giggled pulling her arm out of Damien’s grasp and danced away. He looked irritated but calm as if something like that was anticipated.“Ada, meet Kara, Alpha of Crescent clan,” he said. Then gesturing to the man in the
Damien threw distrustful glances at Ada’s woolen forest green coat again. They were in his car on the way to meeting the other Alphas. The coat covered her from shoulders to calves only showing nude high-heeled shoes with metal pyramid spikes on the crisscrossed straps. She had come out of the bedroom wearing the coat not letting him see what she wore underneath.“Uncle Aram thinks we should wait with marking each other,” she said looking straight ahead.He didn’t answer. His dark aura swirled in the car even though she could tell he was trying to reign it in.“Is it what you want?” he asked his voice cold, eyes on the night streets illuminated by city lights.“He has a point. First, it gives me time to establish myself as Alpha for my wolves. Second, we need to prepare other clans to the idea of us uniting. They will think we are merging our clans.”“We are not merging the clans,” he said
A little over an hour later Damien was sitting in the living room watching Ada braid her hair looking out onto the city. She was wearing a simple light grey turtleneck, cream corduroy pants, and brown combat boots. Every curve was hugged perfectly making him dislike the outfit unable to pull his eyes off the arc that turned her waist into hips. His fingers still tingled with the softness of her skin in that spot. He had been forbidden to touch her after she had showered claiming she didn’t want any more of his smell on her for the assembly with her clan. He wanted to seal his smell into her every pore permanently. So many eyes would be watching her that day, conjuring images in their minds, picturing her tonight alone in their empty beds. She walked away from the window after her delicate fingers finished the thick brown braid, and pulled on the dark brown aviator jacket. Her eyes met his and he could sense her tension anticipating the meeting. Ada watched hi
WARNING: Sexual Content --------------------------- Damien watched her sleeping form in the light of dawn. He had been too impatient the night before, they hadn’t even undressed. She had been so spent after that one time. Her pretty head had fallen on his shoulder and her eyes had closed almost instantly. He had to fight his own need after taking her dress, bra and leftovers of her underwear off for the night. She never liked sleeping in a bra. He had stopped himself from looking at her. Her perfect scent had cocooned him and he had fallen asleep face buried in her hair ignoring his erection pressing at her ass. Now in the morning light she looked lovely, sleeping on her back one leg bent at the knee, one hand by her face palm up, the other lying by her side. She had kicked the covers off at night and the comforter only covered the foot of the extended leg. Propping himself up on one hand facing her, his eyes slowly slid over her entire body. She was
WARNING: Sexual Content --------------------------- “It helped, travelling. I stayed among humans mostly and met a few that left their mark on my personality. Morocco is a beautiful place; Venice was as romantic and peaceful as I imagined.” She laughed before continuing, “I got caught in the rain in Venice going back from a castle-museum to my hotel room and ran into the nearest what I thought to be a coffee shop. Turned out to be a wine shop. The owner paired wines and cheeses for me for hours and in the end pulled out some large bottle with no labels on it, poured a shot glass and pushed towards me. They all watched amused as I did the shot on top of all the wine in my stomach. I don’t think he knew I was a werewolf, but he knew I was not human. When his wife yelled at him about getting me drunk, he looked at me and said I could take care of myself but my soul needed that evening with them. He was right.” She was smiling a sincere smile and her arms had sta