“So, it seems he always stops by that cabin on their territory either on his way to his travels or on the way back. He spends a day, sometimes a few, pretty much drinking alone or with his buddies. He has done it three times now,” Arsen was reporting still standing up.
Karineh was in the room too since she was the one to track Andre’s phone although it wasn’t much use since he left it at home or in the cabin often.
“Good,” said Damien pouring himself a glass of cognac and tilting the bottle towards both of them in a silent offer.
Karineh scrunched up her nose like a kid making Damien smile. Arsen was just not relaxing.
“No, we should get going. Ellen should be there soon.”
He glared at Damien’s glass wishing it to evaporate. Karineh followed his figure with her eyes from behind looking more like a lost beaten puppy than before.
Less than an hour later both men were walking into Ada’s house with Damien wondering how he got sucked into t
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“We are driving to a business meeting at a tea house and you won’t tell me who we are meeting and what about?” Arsen repeated letting Damien know he didn’t trust this situation and was annoyed with his friend. His Alpha or not, they grew up together and Damien wasn’t an Alpha heir so they never cared for ranks, so he owed him some damn transparency instead of dragging him wherever he felt like. Another ten more minutes of driving and Damien parked on a narrow street with one of the oldest tea-houses on neutral territory. It was owned by a she-wolf with attitude of a viper but ability of discreetness. Once they walked into the little softly lit space with wooden tables and chairs everywhere, the owner herself greeted them and lead to one of the private rooms. The wooden frame with white paper instead of glass door was slid open to reveal a small female sitting by the table with a steaming teapot and a plate of crepes in front of her. “Ellen?!” Arsen growled at her onc
It had been weeks since their dinner party. Ada’s life was in a comfortable routine: keep an eye on Arsen and Ellen, train and have sex with Damien. Arthur was avoiding her and she suspected he was doing something she wouldn’t approve of. Her grandparents lived their life of avoidance spending a lot of time at the summer house. Her grandmother had been slowly delegating Luna responsibilities to various females in the family and clan, including Ada.Damien was merciless in his trainings. And only when his advances and blows were tolerable, did she know he wanted her that night, that the beast would work hard at putting a claim to her refusing to understand that the bond, that sacred string between them, was broken and he couldn’t reach the beast inside her. They both knew their physical intimacy was confusing the part of their soul that was wolfish.Her body became as conditioned as Pavlov’s dog. As soon as she could detect him being more cautiou
“Why do you want to tie yourself to our clan instead of any other?” Ada asked. “I have been in the area for months. There were a few ‘job openings’ at clans or smaller packs that didn’t have support of a witch, but after observing you and your clan I approached Vedma. She doesn’t mind retiring slightly earlier than planned, I also didn’t mind waiting a few years if she wanted to stay.” Ada remained silent. Flanna smiled knowing that she was waiting for an answer to her question. “I do not seek a traditional alliance between an Alpha and a witch that does whatever Alpha says. You don’t seem like a traditional Alpha. Rogue rehabilitation center is a credit to you. From some I have learnt about you we could work together to bring improvement and not suffocate each other in the process.” “I am neither the Alpha, not the heir,” Ada pointed out. “No, but you will win the Alpha challenge and I pl
Damien was looking at his Beta suspiciously. Him and Ellen had been acting like this mission to get wolfsbane into Andre’s cabin vodka was a fucking date. It had taken her slightly longer to get the scent masking products than normal, due to yearly shutdown of the production to clean out the systems. During this time Ada had given orders to organize the inventory, count everything, arrange chronologically and stack in a new corner of the warehouse. This was a new practice but Ellen wasn’t surprised to see her cousin bring order to anything she touched. She had volunteered to oversee the counting and organizing of boxes and had taken an entire box that consisted of 24 vials. That evening Ellen met Damien and Arsen in Arsen’s office. Since they couldn’t ask Ada to cover for her absence, she had to confide in her other cousin Anie, telling her everything about Arsen and saying she was going to spend the evening with him on a date. Technically it wasn’t a lie. Ellen’s pa
Damien was looking at his phone sitting in a meeting regarding him choosing a Luna as soon as possible. The powerful families of the clan kept insisting. Modernization of their lifestyles made the wellbeing of the clan members dependent on how they ran businesses, acquired and maintained lands, and made alliances with other clans for resources. However, certain things remained routed in their origins. Having a powerful Luna completing the Alpha and connecting him to the rest of the clan was one of them. Damien knew all this and logically agreed with it too but these meetings were starting to seem like background noise. Neighboring Alphas seemed pathetic trying to sell their beautiful young, sometimes too young, daughters to the scary beast for a piece of power, an alliance to feel safe, or financial stability. He chuckled to himself thinking he was the beast from Beauty and the Beast. Or one of the human kings in Ada’s historical fiction books. He read the message on
Flanna was weaving flower crowns in her indoor garden when she heard the doorbell. She sang her way to the front door and pulled it open to find no one. An unpleasant feeling crept up her throat until she noticed a glass of water sitting on her doorstep. She smiled inwardly knowing it could be from few people in this city. “A message” she thought excitedly. Whether it was good or bad news she was excited to play with trying to unfold the message hidden in the water. She took it inside barely containing her anticipation. As soon as she was sitting down two of her fingers were submerged into the cold liquid, and eyes fluttered shut in pleasure. A scene materialized behind her eyelids. Damien was sitting in an office chair behind a modern large desk stirring water in the same glass she was holding. Arsen sat across from him in a comfortable armchair with a glass of some golden liquid. “Let’s test this. Flanna, we have a deal.” Damien’s voice echoed in her head.
The dinner was relaxed and pleasant. There was an aura of content.“Are you going to Almanac alumni party?” Arsen asked Ada.She made a face and Ellen chuckled.“I am guessing if I don’t, Izolda Mikhailovna will personally drag me there. I am supposed to network with the new graduates and offer internships,” she answered.“Ada networking, huh, that will be something to see,” Ellen laughed. Arsen gave her a questioning look. “She is the most antisocial person I have ever met. She hates small talk. Ah, damnit, I am the only one here not invited. Fine, I will be next year.”Ada thought for a second but decided it was safe to tell this group of people.“Emma will be there. The party is on neutral grounds and any alumni can attend. Izolda will tear anyone apart who tries to discriminate or bully other members.”“We are providing ten guards. Arsen, tell Vahag to send te
WARNING: Sexual Content --------------------------- Ellen made a thoughtful face. “I wonder who is the friend. Maybe Emil. I miss that idiot; he is always busy now. I blame you, Ada.” “Emil?” Arsen asked with not so sweet voice anymore. “Ada’s Beta,” Damien almost growled. Young women exchanged a glance not oblivious to men’s reactions. “And I don’t worry about a jealous friend, I am expecting some scandal once my mate’s identity is public.” Arsen’s cup was filled with love, content, a relocation or moving into a new house, a money bag, and… a coffin. No explanation of the symbol was needed. A close person to Arsen would die in near future. Ellen clutched his hand tightly. When it was Damien’s turn, he pushed his cup towards Ada. She took it half-heartedly. She didn’t want to know his future, didn’t want to be the one telling him things she saw. Was she afraid to find no trace of herself in that cup? Or she didn’t want
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