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MATHIAS I kept catching a whiff of the warm brown sugar scent on my way to the dungeons, again. To deal with more fucking wolves. I would be happy if I never saw another fucking were-wolf again, for the rest of my life after tonight. The closer I got to the dungeons, the stronger the scent became, making my mouth water. Arcas was pacing in my head. I was glad for his presence, after being absent for so long, but his incessant pacing and growling were agitating the shit out of me. I was trying to remain somewhat calm and he wasn’t making it easy. Again, I was elated by his presence, but his anxious feeling was causing my irritation, making my nerves grate and I could feel the buildup of something explosive like I was going to combust at any moment. I unlocked the door to the dungeons, greeting the guards with a grunt. As soon as the door opened, I was blasted with the most intoxicating scent, that brown sugar I had been smelling before, a hundred times stronger, mixed with vanilla. M
MATHIAS Of course, I had no sleep last night. Instead, I found myself nursing a bottle of the finest rum I could find, then looking through our kitchen for a bag of brown sugar and vanilla extract, mixing them together, trying to recreate her scent. Not even close. When that didn’t work, I stood at the window looking in the direction of the dungeons. I was hoping to catch a look at her, just a small glimpse, but that was a stupid fucking thought. She – my mate, was locked up and bound in silver. Déjà vu of when I had Annalise locked up in there, except she was a bear shifter, not a sexy ass little wolf. I had to stop myself several times from going down there just to scent her, my beast wanting to be near her. I admit I did too. “Lamia.” Her name rolled off my tongue like the sweet nectar of the gods. A vision of her in our cells filled my mind. I paced back and forth in the hallway, her challenge was a rejection, and it was a blow to my ego. Truth was. It fucking hurt. I didn’t th
LAMIA Four days until the full moon I woke up shivering, even though I was wrapped in the heavy blanket I had been provided by Xander, it was cold enough to freeze the balls off a polar bear. The guards were nice enough to bring us hot tea and I grasped at the warmth of the mug, holding it close to my chest. Gods, what I wouldn’t give for a nice long hot bath and some frickin’ fresh clothes right now. I had been in my suit for 3 days now. I felt dirty and scummy. It was sometime late afternoon when I scented and heard Mathias’ footsteps coming into the dungeons. Marching straight to my cell, like a man on a mission, ordered the guard to open the door. He barged in aggressively, his larger-than-life frame filling the tiny room. His eyes were ablaze and had me backing up on instinct. Inanna whimpered as his Alpha aura rolled off him in waves. He got in my face, jaw clenched and teeth tight as he spat his angry words at me. “I don’t fucking trust you! Why are my tribes being ambush
MATHIAS “Abner, I am about 5 seconds away from losing my shit right now, Arcas does not like your challenging manner.” I grit out threateningly. His temper simmering, he wanted to be near his mate. All this talk about her was giving him the need to be near her. To scent her, to rub on her. Abner shut up and straightened himself out fast. He put his drink down on my desk and lent against it, crossing his arms and facing us. “The high council had just mapped and recorded The Kingdom of MacTire. Lamia Langley will be crowned queen on her 21st birthday. Her second in command is Hunji. I was just there, at MacTire, last full moon.” He picked his glass up and took a big gulp. “You, my son,” he pointed a finger on the glass at me, “have only scratched the surface with this one. You are picking a fight, her army will start a war with you for her and King Alexander will back her.” He stressed the word ‘will’. “Fuck” I threw my head back cursing. “She was the one who sent the file on the mas
LAMIA Still four days until the full moon The two were-bears led me to a large 3-story mansion, a giant cabin-looking place that reminded me of the homes we would stay in when we vacationed out by the lake, just on a much grander scale. The outside was all log built. Douglas fir would be my guess, seeing as that was the majority of hardwoods that grew out here. I noticed it when I first arrived in their territory. I followed them inside and stepped into the wonderland of a hunter's dream. The furniture was constructed of different woods, with deep red and green coverings. The hardwood floor gleamed beneath the large area rugs scattered throughout the main floor. I noticed a sitting room to my left, with many couches, and a couple of T.Vs. In the center of the room was a large fireplace, with a few pieces of wood crackling in it. It looked inviting and cozy. The walls were painted off-white, with a few pictures and portraits scattered around the walls. On the other side, was an op
MATHIAS 3 days until the full moon When Lamia came to the table for dinner last night, I was pissed to see her not wearing the clothes I had sent with Tobias. She smelled like our housemaid's daughter, Ramona. I rubbed my eyes and tried not to get bent out of shape over another fucking rejection from her. She sat with her father and Abner, in the furthest seat from me, and conversed freely with them. She even managed to hold a conversation with Tobias and Xander, telling them about MacTire and the slaughter of the small Clan they found. She was asking them about a small girl, the only survivor who had been the one to alert them of the attack. “Your highness?” I registered her voice and slowly turned my head, not quite believing she had addressed me. Seeing as she had ignored me through most of the fucking meal. “Mmm?” I grunted. “I was saying that I have grown quite fond of Petra, the little girl we found in our territory, and was asking if she could remain in my pack under my ca
LAMIA In his bear form, Mathias’ beast stood ten feet tall, dark silky fur, almost black, lay thickly over his extremities. He was a thing of beauty. In all my days, I hadn’t seen a bear shifter as humongous and beautiful as him. The large battle-ax in his paw gave him a dangerous and intimidating edge, as if he wasn’t already, this just enhanced his Alpha aura as he oozed superiority. His silver eyes shone like cosmic stars, unearthly. A god in both man and beast form. The bear shifters in my pack paled compared to him. Even Tobias’ bear form was lacking standing next to him and Tobias was also larger than life. They both towered above me, but I did not fear them and Inanna was whining to rub against Mathias’ beast. ‘Arcas’ she hummed his name to me. ‘Bad timing, Inanna, we must focus,' I chided her. And got a grunt in reply. It took us just over an hour of trudging through deep snow banks, and over icy hills, the blizzard making our sight blurred. Mathias and Tobias knew exactl
LAMIA “What happened to you at MacTire?” His question threw me off guard; I knew it was coming, sooner or later. I still stiffened and then sighed. What was the point? It was better to hear it from me than millions of gossip and rumors. Maybe he would be so disgusted that he would stop wanting me. But did I really want him to stop? I found myself being drawn to him with each passing day. “We are going to need more of that for this story“ I pointed to the bottle of rum. I wonder how much of it he drank to actually scent like it. They say your mate's scent is your favorite thing in the world, and I do like a good-tasting, aged dark rum. “Let’s make a deal,” he suddenly said. I cocked an eyebrow at him, willing to hear him out “you tell me your story and I’ll tell you mine. Rescind your challenge and you don’t reject me on the full moon." Now that he let my father out of the cells and was treating us properly, and not ranting and threatening me, I had no intentions of carrying out