Maya walked into the ballroom, still in the arms of Derek, and caught her breath. She didn't think she have ever been in a space that made her feel so small. Well, she had. Because technically, this was the biggest hall in their main pack house, and she had been in it countless times. But the hall had never being this beautiful, this shining.
Her brother was lucky. She thought, about feeling a bit sad, but stomping the unpleasant feeling down, immediately as it reared its ugly head up. She didn't want anything dampening her mood or her make up. She was going to enjoy the party to fullest, and nobody or no one would stop her from doing so. At least she would so, for Derek, who had followed her here. She knew that he had done so, so that she wouldn't be lonely or go through what she had experienced some months back. He came for her go be comfortable and happy. And that would be how she would be feeling, no matter what; comfortable and happy.
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A smile touched Derek's lips as he watched his friend, Leo, struggle to keep his eyes off Maya. He was sure that the potion's effects were wearing thin already. Just a little more time. He thought. A little more time before Leo would be able to feel the strong mate pull, and mark his cousin for himself; whilst discarding the bimbo standing beside him. Zoe disgusted him. "Well, you have to blame Maya for that…" He stated with a wry smile, looking down at Maya whose arms were still locked on in his. Someone who didn't know of them, or who didn't notice the alike deep blue shade of their eyes might have thought that they were couples. They looked and acted like it, well, except for the vivid absence of intimate touches. "What? How am I to blame for that?" Maya queried, pretending to be aghast and shocked, pretending to find the accusation incorrigible and uncalled for. She already knew what he was going to refer to, any second from then.
After Zoe left, Leo breathed easier, taking in the environment and the beauty of the ballroom, and of course, Maya. At the moment, she had finally unentangled her arm from Derek, and was talking with some other girl he had seen in the pack."You know you are making it obvious." He heard Derek say, and soughed, wondering what his friend was thinking of now.He piqued his eyebrows, as Derek stepped closer to his side, taking a look at the banquet from his angle."What?" He finally asked out aloud, when he was not able to take in the mischievous look on the latter's face any longer, or his pregnant silence too."You're blatantly staring at my cousin, for someone that claims to wait till he feels the mate pull." Derek muttered, with a smirk, when he saw that Leo wasn't even trying to deny it."She's attractive." Leo said flatly. "Of course I would stare. The others are looking too."
Derek spotted Maya in front, and started walking towards her, pushing his way through the crowd, with Leo right behind him, muttering 'excuse me and sorrys' when necessary, until he got to her."What's going on?" He asked her, looking at the stage."I don't know. Perhaps he wants to greet his visitors and introduce his son to them." She muttered, while wondering what her father was up to. She couldn't see her mother either. Shouldn't she be here? She thought."Hmmmm" Derek sighed, turning back a bit to find Leo, right behind him."I guess we will just have to wait and see." He said, aware of the growing restlessness he was feeling, and the deep dread seated in the pit of his stomach."Good everyone." Alpha Arnold's voice penetrated throughout the whole one."Good evening Alpha." The crowd replied.Well Derek didn't. Neither did Maya
"What do you think is happening? Why would Alpha Arnold force his son to mate with a girl whom he hasn't even seen before? What's going on?" Derek heard Leo ask him through their common mind link.He knew it was better that way, even if Maya couldn't hear them; they couldn't risk interrupting or making their presence known to the duo arguing few metres away from them. When they left here, they would discuss their thoughts better with Maya. For now, they would just keep calm and watch, their thoughts only flowing through their minds."I don't know. But I'm sure it's never something good." Derek replied through the same mind link."Wow, the man sure is a wench. How could he subject his son to lifelong hardship and loneliness. What about if his destined mate comes along? What is he to do then?" Leo asked, a twinge of disappointment and disgust in his voice as he obviously hated what the older man was doing.&nb
"You will not defy me...Curtis." Alpha Arnold said, and Maya almost scoffed. She wished she could sink her fingers inside his eyes."Where is mother..." Her brother asked rather, obviously ignoring his order."In her room." He replied."And Maya.." Curtis asked."I don't know where that wimp is. You mustn't tell her of this." He mentioned, pointing his hand at him."Why?" Curtis inquired."Just don't. I don't know why she is getting all cozy with Derek. Of course, I had told her to get closer to him and find some answers, but she is deliberating avoiding me. She hasn't even found her mate yet. Useless! She mustn't hear of this. You hear me?" He said, his voice going a pitch higher."I think so." Curtis replied, with a shrug, which obviously irritated Alpha Arnold."Are you playing around with me?" He asked, unable to
Curtis watched as his father scampered his way towards the opposite direction in a haste. What was going on? It seemed to him that his pack was under attack. He wanted to see what was going on so strongly, wanted to join in the fight if there was an attack going on, but he knew he couldn't.His shift was very near. He was already finding it hard to bend a bit, as pain assailed his shoulder blades and waist if he tried. But then, he thought that if he couldn't see what was going on, he would have to employ the services of his elder sister. He wondered where she was now.When his father had introduced him in the party to the party poopers whom he had thought had been overdressed for a common birthday party, he had heard his sister call onto him through the pack link. But for some reason, unknown to him, he hadn't reply. The anger he had been feeling at his father's lack of concern for his children, had crippled his tongue. He had wanted
A sharp pain crossing over Curtis' lower back suddenly, caused him to scream in pain and double over, his knees falling to the ground helplessly.But the wolves advanced towards him tentatively. An easy prey. They must have thought.Then, he closed his eyes, welcoming his fate to die at a young age, when suddenly he heard a loud clash.His eyes jerked open at their own will, even as he laid sprawled on the floor in pain, grunting and writhing, wishing there was a way, a spell even, to do away with the pain instantly.He saw a very big black wolf, fighting with the two black-brown wolves. He had thought that the former wolves that had wanted to attack him were big, but now, compared to the big black one, he thought that they were a bit small. He was sure that the big black wolf was an Alpha wolf, or perhaps a beta. No, Alpha. He finally concluded.Was it his father? He thought, as
Curtis pried his eyes open for the first time, but they shut down again, unwilling to forgo sleep. He agreed with them. He needed to sleep a little longer, and his body felt all sore all over. What had he done all through last night? He thought, his head pumping wildly against him and he thought of aspirin. He sighed. He never believed that in this inhuman life of his, that he would ever think of aspirin, a human drug, used to curb headache and its symptoms. Of course werewolves had something similar to that, but on a stronger level."Are you awake?" A deep voice asked him, but he didn't respond. He laid still as his now keen senses picked up that the owner of the voice was approaching him fastly. Should he run or attack? No, he would wait. He thought it best that he should."You should be..." The voice stated with a sough.Curtis was sure that the male was staring down at him this time around."The
Emma’s eyes were as active as anything active as she watched the elders slowly walk into the hall reserved for judging cases, like Annabel’s. As she watched them, her feet kept dancing on the floor in a funny unsteady motion; she was unsteady. One, one. Then two, two. Then one two. Once, Amelia had looked at her, with a piqued eyebrow. ‘What is that?’ Her eyes seemed to ask, but Emma had given no answer. What is it? It should be what are they?! When they were hurrying over to the hall, after convincing the guards that they would be around for the trial too, her sister had whispered that the cabin, her parent’s cabin, had been burnt by the master, Slediv. It had brought Emma up short, making her stagger on her feet for two reasons. That Slediv had really traced them, even without her then, and that the cabin was burnt; the loss it meant for her parents. Would they regret helping her then? Prescott didn’t think so. But Emma was still worried about it, just like her mind had tried
One week later:Emma had run to the clinic, immediately Adah had burst into her apartment with the news that Annabel and Amelia were awake. Over the couple of days in class, they had bonded over gossip, and training, seeing as the latter was the only one that had been sincerely interested in her. Emma had run with Prescott in her hands, and Adah right behind her. And when she arrived at the room she had frequented daily with prayers, and saw her sister and her friend chatting tiredly, she let out a scream of happiness and hurried over to them. “Amelia! Annabel!” She called gaily, garnering the attention of the two females sitting cross-legged on the same bed. Before they could let out a shout or smile of their own, Emma’s hands were already around them. “Oh my goodness, I am so happy for both of you…” she paused. “but give me a heartache again, and I will skin you both alive..” Annabel and Amelia divulged bouts of laughter, with the nurses. Prescott and Adah weren’t left behind,
Caden sighed in relief at his mate’s words, wanting to believe at all costs that the years he had spent with her, that the love they had shared, hadn’t been in vain. He didn’t know what he would have done otherwise. Cry, brood? Neither was acceptable in these times. And so, he wasn’t moved when his son piqued an eyebrow at his mate’s words, or when his daughter’s lips turned up—in disgust or curiosity, he wasn’t sure. But he didn’t care. He just hung on to the thread that his mate was spinning with. “I didn’t cheat on my mate, I’m sure he would have found out if I had done so, considering the mate bond and all that…” There was a pause, where relief sunk its foothold the more in Caden and his children. “So, if that’s what you are thinking, Caden… if that’s what you all are thinking, cut it out. I was surprised too when Claire had met me with the news at first, and I didn’t tell you, Caden, because I wasn’t sure how to explain the phenomena to you. I knew you held the lineage of you
Chyra didn’t know what Clem was talking about—the end of the world, and all that—but she knew that she was to blame for Claire rejecting her mate considering what she had soaked into her daughter’s mind about the alpha’s family, about how the Luna seat was her birthright. She also knew that she shouldn’t be working with Arnold. But she was too proud to concede to that, to concede to anyone, and so she shrugged her shoulders to Clem’s question. In the next second, she saw why that had been a wrong play on her part. When she saw Clem fume in anger, when she saw Claire glare at her stinkingly, when she saw her mate watch her like she was foolish, she knew that she had made a mistake. It would have been best if she had kept quiet, than giving off that nonchalant attitude. But her pride held her back from apologizing. Why should she apologize for being a mother caring to give her daughter the best? “Mother, are you so daft that…” Clem was saying when his father shouted him down. Caden
At this point, Clem didn’t know what to think about his sister, Claire. He had thought that their parents had been her motivator to reject Curtis, to follow Curtis up and down, to join the meetings that prince Nathan held with the others, but from the thick astounded silence that dwelled in the room, it could be safe to say that his sister had been acting on her own, without any external influence. He didn’t know what to think of that. He looked at his mother; she looked more shocked out of her shoes and mind than his father, quite expected since the mother and daughter duo were quite close, since his sister had no mind of hers, except put into place by his mother. As much as he was not happy with his twin, he was happy that for once his mother had no part to play in her recent escapades. “What do you mean…Claire?” Caden asked, pushing himself ahead, his elbow resting on his knees. “What do you mean when you say that Curtis is your mate? When did that happen? When did you find out?
What Claire saw first when she stepped into her father’s room was her parents sitting in the living room, with Clem, their backs hunched, the air filled with pregnant silence, waiting. They were waiting for her. She knew it from the moment she had dropped a note in Clem’s mind that she was on her way home. That he hadn’t bothered with a response, should have been enough to let her know that her twin was still angry with her. But she had held out hope, until she had reached the borders of the pack and he hadn’t been waiting for her. This was very different from the times they had quarrels. She knew, however, that this quarrel was different. She had denied her mate, because of the throne; had gone ahead to push Emma away from the pack; and when Derek still hadn’t chosen her, she had returned to Curtis because he was an Alpha. Would she have returned to him if he wasn’t that? She didn’t know. That was the truth. She didn’t know. She might have gone back to Curtis, even if he wasn’t a
At Wind Winders Pack.“Dad, what is this? What was Zoe doing in my room so early in the morning?” Curtis questioned, a second after he rushed into the dining room where his parents were having breakfast. He had slept in obviously, but he didn’t care. Yesterday’s training had been rigorous after all. He darted his eyes between his mother and father; his mother’s widened eyes told him that she had no idea what he was talking about; quite expected since this turn of event hadn’t been part of their plans. Hence, he trained his eyes on his father; the old man just continued eating his breakfast like he hadn’t spoken. Curtis thought of repeating himself, but thought better of it. He walked up to his father, and took away his plate of food; an act that he wouldn’t have been able to try before; an act that might have spelt his death; but considering his father’s few options of allies, he knew that he had a chance to live. And so, when his father glared at him heatedly, he didn’t quake in hi
“Hey…how are you feeling?” Emma whispered, touching Prescott’s head softly, as she watched him open his eyes for the second time. The first time, she had screamed and had called for the nurse in charge of his treatment, not minding that Adah was with her. Nothing could have dampened her joy. She had just checked on Annabel and Amelia, who although their vitals were stable, was still asleep, yet out of coma. According to the chief nurse, a week was enough for them to wake up now. Then she had checked on Prescott, and only touching him with fondness had elicited the response of his eyes opening. Emma had been overjoyed. “Prescott, can you hear me?” She asked softly, dragging a seat to herself, whilst Adah watched on, not understanding the communication method of the squirrel and Emma. Like the people in the community, she had never seen a talking animal, or rather an animal that communicates as Emma had painted Prescott to be. Her friend who was in the upper echelons of the community
No professor spoke to her, and Emma couldn’t help but wonder why. Had Prince Shiloh ask them to avoid her? Or had professor Brooks’ defeat scared them away from her? Well, if that was the matter, then she believed it was for the greater good. She had no interest in making affiliations after all, so long as they taught her what she wanted to know, and treated her fairly. “So, do you think you can cope?” She heard Adah ask, and turned aside to see her new seat mate. The mischievous glint in the latter’s eyes made her smile, howbeit small. “I believe I can.” She answered, before getting on her feet. She took her bag which Gira had provided that morning and slung the straps across her shoulder. It was time to go home, or rather check on her friends. Classes were done for the day. “Where are you going?” Adah asked her, getting to her feet. As they walked toward the door, a couple of the students swiftly moved, and stood before the door, causing Emma to furrow her eyebrows. But she chose