WARNING: Sexual Content
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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
Her father was back yet again. She herself had forgotten any recent events between them. It was a lifetime habit that her father’s behavior had trained unintentionally. Her grandparents of course pretended they knew nothing and her grandmother yet again texted her to visit. Ada was leaving work early intending to spend some time with the entire family. She walked into the large house to noises of a happy family. Her brother was excitedly telling a hilarious occurrence him and his friends participated in just last week. She greeted everyone with a node not to interrupt his performance. It was no less than a performance; he standing in the middle of the room, articulating with not just hands but arms and speaking in a loud voice accompanied with loud laughter. It was something about them getting into the large ballroom of Almanac Academy and organizing a fighting club, which was not uncommon for young wolves and wasn’t frowned upon if no serious harm came out of it. However, d
Ada was standing by the tree line of the North Forest listening to her heart beating like a war drum. Deep strong hits that echoed through every nerve ending in her body, tensing every muscle. Sound of tires made her heart jump and she tried to take deep breaths as soon as a tall muscular silhouette clothed in all black started approaching her with steady almost lazy steps. Damien was surprised to receive Ada’s message asking to meet him that night a few hours before dawn by her house. He didn’t expect her scent to lead to the forest either. She was standing just out of the thickness of the woods naked, half of her hair falling in front of her shoulders covering her teardrop heavy breasts. Spine straight, leg muscles relaxed and neutral face. Only her eyes seemed larger than usual and he could hear the thunder of her heartbeat. He wanted that woman, but she had something to tell him. “Take off your clothes and follow me. Don’t shift,” she whispered and the night bree
It had been four days since the strange ritual she had dragged Damien into. Neither had felt any difference and by the second day she felt embarrassed and was glad he didn’t visit her. Every evening a message came from him claiming to have something else holding him. Ada sat in her outdated office among faded walls and felt annoyed. A powerful annoyance that she attributed to the failed mending of the bond, to the fact that she felt not ready for the Alpha challenge, to Arthur being more and more irritating, and everything else in the world. She had already glared at Emil who had tried to cheer her up half an hour ago. That foul mood seemed a bit too intense for her current situation. Afterall nothing was new and the ritual failing wasn’t as much of a shock. Then a thought appeared. After some hesitation she picked up her phone and looked at it. They had always messaged before but hearing his voice would give her a better idea. She pressed on Damien’s name and waited
First was the sense of smell. She could smell the house with smells of her grandparents, remnants of her father’s cigarettes which never really left, her brother and his friend. The last two were normal and common smells for their house but they were too prominent now, those two boys had been in the house recently or were still there. Next, she could hear. No sounds came, nothing about family members moving around the house. Her body became aware of sitting on a chair with hands tied behind her. Wolfsbane was being filtered out of her bloodstream, she could already feel her organs working overtime to get the poison out. Her body was trained to do it. No shifting would be possible for some time though, and Damien wouldn’t have a connection to her either. Her head was hung low and she didn’t want to raise it and open her eyes. She already knew what she saw would break the last ties she had to this family. That last thought that kept her motivated and gave her a
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
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