Their heads lowered toward Darius and they bared their teeth threateningly at him.
The wolves circled him in a circle, as if sizing him up. Darius watched the pair with an amused smile. He kept a respectful distance between him and them, knowing that they were not friendly beasts, and even more likely to attack. When the pack of wolves had completed their little circle, they turned and headed back in the direction of the entrance, where several others of their kind were awaiting their return. Once the group had left, Darius released the breath that he hadn’t realized he’d been holding. “Do not take any unnecessary risks today. You have to be careful or you will die.” Darius stiffened and he whipped around to stare back at the source of the voice, only to discover that the speaker was none other than the elder. “I’m guessing by now you must’ve heard that you’re probably getting mated to the PrinThe leaders came for the mating ritual that evening. It was a short notice, but the royalties were well distinguished. Therefore there was plenty of time to prepare before they arrived. The Alpha waited patiently as the sun set above the horizon. Soon enough, the first rays of the sun peeked above the trees, and then all the wolves began to gather around the Alpha. He watched them approach with interest, keeping a close eye on the one alpha who looked particularly interested in him. Finally the alpha stepped forwards. He stood tall and proud, his brown beards gleaming with health and vigor. His bright green eyes sparkled with excitement and pride. He held her gaze steadily as if daring anyone to dare come close to him. A growl rumbled through the pack behind him and he lowered his head, bowing his shoulders. Slowly, he backed away. He turned on his heel and started running towards the castle. The rest of the
Darius was taken aback by the realization that the liquid he had been given was an aphrodisiac. Conflicting emotions surged within him as he tried to comprehend the woman’s intentions. He questioned whether her actions were driven by genuine affection or manipulation. Nevertheless, he remained composed, unwilling to reveal his inner turmoil. Maintaining a calm façade, Darius spoke in a measured tone, “Thank you for this gift. However, it is important that we establish clear boundaries and maintain a professional relationship. Our focus should be on the well-being and unity of our tribe.” The woman’s smile faltered slightly, but she nodded in understanding. “Of course, Alpha. I apologize if I overstepped. I only wanted to show my support.” Darius appreciated her acknowledgement and handled the situation delicately. He didn’t want to alienate anyone, especially not someone who could potentially be a valuable ally. He returned her smile with
Darius quickly found his seat and settled in, his mind still preoccupied with the snippets of conversation he had overheard. The mention of his reserved nature and potential disdain for their culture lingered in his thoughts. He couldn’t help but wonder how others perceived him within the tribe. As Zander began speaking, his deep voice resonated throughout the hall, capturing the attention of every tribe member. Darius focused on the tribal leader’s words, eager to glean any valuable insights or guidance for the upcoming rituals. Zander’s speech centered around unity, tradition, and the importance of the mating ritual in strengthening the tribe. He emphasized the significance of each individual’s role and their collective responsibility to ensure a successful outcome. Listening intently, Darius felt a renewed sense of purpose. The weight of his doubts and conflicting emotions began to lift as he realized that his personal struggles were j
Darius struggled to hide his disappointment, his mind still fixated on the princess, Rachel. He had built up expectations and fantasies around their union, imagining the power and prestige it would bring to their tribe. The reality of the situation felt like a blow to his aspirations. As he stood there, holding Riley’s hand, he couldn’t help but feel a twinge of resentment towards the council and their decisions. Why had they brought him to this point, only to deny him the mate he desired? The weight of responsibility as Alpha now felt burdensome, overshadowed by a sense of injustice. Suppressing his lingering disappointment, Darius forced a smile and spoke with a voice that concealed his inner turmoil. “Riley, I am honored to be your Alpha,” he said, his tone laced with a mixture of genuine respect and forced enthusiasm. “Let us embrace the customs of our tribe and work together to strengthen our community.” After he gave Riley one last
Darius awoke early the next morning. He stretched languidly and threw off his blankets, rising from his bed. He had hoped to spend some more time alone in his room. He would accept a consummated marriage to keep the princess, Rachel, who was the alpha’s daughter. He made a mental note to work on it. Once he was fully awake, Darius decided against going back to his room; he decided to join Rachel in the garden. Perhaps talking to her there might help him sort out his jumbled emotions. When he entered the garden, Darius found Rachel sitting in a chair beneath an archway at the far side of the clearing, her back to him. He could hear her sniffling faintly and instinctively, Darius knew why. He had seen enough tears and pain in his life to recognize their sound. With an overwhelming feeling of sorrow filling him, Darius slowly walked closer to Rachel, until he stood before her. She had pulled her hood down, revea
“There isn’t anyone I would rather marry than you,” he continued in earnest. Rachel relaxed considerably upon hearing Darius’ assurances. She brought her free hand to rest over his, squeezing lightly in response. “I’m glad,” she replied. “It’s silly to have gone and bought a ring when there are other options available, but I just… I just can’t wait to be married to you. That sounds stupid, but it’s true!” she finished enthusiastically, her grin widening once more. “It’s not stupid, Rachel. Your feelings are valid. If anyone deserves marriage and a happily ever after, it is you. And you will receive your happily ever after, I promise you.” He watched as Rachel closed her eyes and leaned her cheek against his shoulder, sighing contently and snuggling deeper into his embrace. Darius chuckled to himself as he let his fingers run through her hair, relishing the feeling of being able to touch her once more. He couldn’t believe how much she’d gr
His fingers lightly trailed over the skin there, causing goosebumps to rise. Rachel hummed in satisfaction as his thumb brushed her skin, sending tingles down her spine. Her hand found its way towards his hand and grasped it tightly. He grinned mischievously before tightening his hold upon her hand and gently rubbing his thumb on hers. Rachel giggled softly as she squeezed his hand lightly, trying to get him to continue doing whatever it was that he was doing. Darius smirked. “What is it?” “Nothing…” she replied weakly. She tried to pull her hand away from his, but he wouldn’t budge. “Come on, Rachel,” he urged. “Tell me.” “I’m just… I’m just enjoying the feeling of your hand on my skin.” “Oh?” “Yes.” “Well, I can assure you that I’l enjoy touching your skin more than I’ve ever enjoyed my own. So please don’t be shy with your reactions to me,” he whispered seductiv
He hopped off of his bed and headed towards the living room, where he found a very concerned looking Rachel standing beside one of the tables. “Oh good, I thought you must’ve left already,” she spoke up softly upon seeing him walk into the living room. “Why were you worried about me leaving? Is something wrong?” he asked cautiously. Rachel bit her bottom lip and looked down shyly. “No, nothing’s wrong. You’re just not here,” she said softly. “Where are you?” “In here,” he answered after a moment, nodding towards his study. “Would you mind explaining what’s going on?” “No, of course not,” she mumbled quietly, shaking her head and walking past him in the direction of his study. When Rachel entered the room, Darius immediately noticed that there was a slight shift in mood when she entered. The smile was still there, albeit weaker than usual, which caused his stomach to clench painfully as he wonde