A word that had hit Marian the first time she had been at Reyland’s home, pulled at her heart again as her eyes glimmered at her giant – ‘adorable’.Reyland’s smile widened.“You’d be the first person to think that,” he droned nonchalantly.“Huh? What?” Marian asked, still smiling up at him with a silly expression.“‘Adorable,’ you’re probably the only person who has used that word to describe ANYTHING about me.” He explained.Marian’s mouth formed a silent O.She had not realized that she had said the word that was in her heart out loud.She flushed, covered her mouth, and rushed into his house.Reyland laughed lightly before glancing around and following Marian inside.Not that I’d know if anyone was around…he chided himself sarcastically.==========Within the hour, after a fast meal pulled together from a bunch of leftovers in Reyland’s fridge, Marian was in the living room of Reyland’s two-story home, sitting before a blazing fire, wrapped in a thick blanket.Just as Reyland had
“No. Not really,” Reyland replied steadily.“What I mean is that I’m not exactly built for the life of our clan,” he continued, his voice calm and even, as if he were speaking words he had used many times.“It can be…frustrating to have everyone want things you can't give them,” he ended, again without any color to his tone.“I know what you mean,” Marian replied, sipping her cocoa as well, her eyes back on the fire.“It’s like…you want something, but the world keeps pushing other things at you,” she concluded, her voice growing distant.“Yes! Yes, that’s it!” he replied, his wholesome voice vibrating with uncharacteristic energy.“It’s not that you CAN’T contribute…it’s just that other people keep wanting MORE than you have or want to give,” he continued animatedly, putting his tea down and spreading out his hands, palms up, toward the ceiling.“Yeah,” she said firmly, in agreement, her green eyes shining as she gazed at him again.They stared at each other in a comfortable silence.
“I’m not in danger. You said it yourself; the guards are around. Please, Dad.” Reyland pressed with barely contained frustration.Dax stared coolly up at his firstborn. A dark shadow crossed his handsome features.Please, again. He mused.First, the girl, then her father, and now, my son.Well, maybe not her father. He never uses that word…Not with me.He instantly recaptured his wandering thoughts, and his eyes shifted to Marian.“I don’t want her alone with you,” Dax said slowly, Bentax finally retreating, his eyes turning from black to sky blue.Dax continued steadily. “If you meet, you will meet in the pack compound.”“No!” Reyland shot back instantly, his voice hard.“What?! You said you want to talk to our prisoner? Did I refuse you? Talk to her. As much as you like. At the compound.” Dax replied indifferently.“Father!” Reyland exclaimed, his large hands balling into fists.“What?” Dax retorted, his voice even, neutral.Reyland turned away.“Marian, your clothes should be dry
Dax knew his son well.Reyland was kind, which was his biggest problem, as far as Dax was concerned.As Marian had wept, Reyland’s pulse had quickened, his breathing had become erratic.His son had no scent, but he could smell the girl on him.Talked? That’s all? That’s a bad joke. Dax mused.But he has not lain with her.If he had, the scent would have been deeper, stronger.Also, he would never have sent her away.Not his son. Not his kind, caring, loving son.Never.He told himself as he watched the prince without a throne.But SOMETHING happened. I’m sure of it!Dax stared at his son as his mind worked.This girl is dangerous.Her mind is set on my son, again.But this time, it’s very different.I can’t let this happen. I don’t trust her.Her father may be in my hand, but that girl has always been wild.She is too dangerous!He insisted in his mind.His face darkened as he stared at Reyland.He knew that posture.As Marian left the room, Reyland had dropped his hand from his face
When Reyland returned to his living room, thirty minutes later, the whole place had been cleaned and cleared.The erstwhile roaring fire was burning low. The cups of tea and cocoa had been removed, and Marian’s initial blanket was folded and back on the ottoman.He moved to the kitchen to find Anna standing by the sink.She spun around as he entered.“Hi!” she greeted him cheerfully.“Anna?” he asked as he glanced around the kitchen and behind himself, “What are you doing?”“The Alpha sent me,” she replied cheerily.“No, Anna,” Reyland replied flatly.“But –” she started, her pretty face twisting with distress as she wrung her hands.“I said no. I’ve told you before. I won’t let them do that to you,” he continued, putting down her protest.“But –” she tried again; however, Reyland did not want to hear it.He did not want to hear anything for the rest of the day.“No,” he replied firmly.“Reyland, you’re 22. I’m already 25 and unmarried,” Anna persisted, taking two steps toward him, he
Bringing himself back to the present, Reyland pursed his lips and fixed a sorrowful gaze on the she-wolf weeping silently in front of him.Again. The second she-wolf for the day.“If we are mated, what would that life be for you? Forget about me. What would it be like for YOU?” he pressed, softening his tone; his palms open toward Anna as he posed his questions.“When you see those you love, how heavy would your heart be?”“Or do you plan to build a harem? Would it be secret, or would we discuss things, like we are now, so that you have a clear conscience when you start it up?” he continued animatedly as he waved his left, then his right arm, punctuating each scenario.“Then what would be next? If I am unable to impreg–” he pushed, his tone more insistent.“You are not unable, Rey,” Anna whispered, the tears falling freely now as she watched him put himself down, for her sake.He is always like this. Anna mused, her chest heavy, her breathing constricted.He always puts everyone else
Anna stared at Reyland, open-mouthed, at a loss for what else she could say or do.This is no longer about me getting him to agree!He doesn’t believe he is worth it!He absolutely doesn’t see any worth in himself as a mate!Anna reflected as her heart sank as she watched the young prince before her.Is this how he really sees himself?!She pondered.Her head suddenly felt light.Reyland was still speaking.“Just like you are about to give me, Anna,” he rumbled.“Wh-what?” Anna stammered.She had not been listening and was now struggling to piece together what Reyland had been saying.“Go home. Don’t come here anymore,” he said neutrally.“No, Reyland,” Anna gasped, suddenly realizing what he was doing.“Please, Anna. Like you said, I’m hurting you,” he continued, starting to rise from the table.“That’s not what –” Anna pleaded.“I don’t want to keep doing that,” he continued in a dull, distracted tone, as if she were not speaking, as if she was not there, as if his mind was moving s
Reyland laughed dryly.“Now I have proved things to you as well right? You’re disgusted,” he stated flatly.“I –” Anna protested weakly, the strain of the last few minutes weighing heavily on her heart and mind.“Don’t bother. I’m the one whose kindness is hurtful? Your hands are less painful than that look on your face a second ago. I assure you of that,” he continued dryly.What Reyland did not know, what he would not allow Anna to tell him, was that she had not been repulsed by him.She was aroused, and if he had been anything of a wolf, he would have known it clearly.Her face had crumpled because her mind was racing too fast, in too many directions.When her eyes had fallen on his response to their kiss, she had thought of the wolves he had mentioned earlier, so casually.She had thought of the time she had wasted not knowing how he tasted.Of how she had never seen just how blue his eyes were or how soft his skin was.She had been disgusted with herself.Not him.And now, as he
Any concerns or requests could be brought to the Elders; however, they would never actively involve themselves in resolving any issues.Their presence was intimidating and could be hard to bear.Many meetings were not done face-to-face, but rather, through intermediaries – younger, but still elderly, shifters who lived with the Elders and presented cases to them for their input.Their rule was simple – they did not interfere in pack politics or battles. They had all had enough of these during their individual reigns and had no taste for such things in their old age.All of them had been around during the time of the previous Alpha, the one before Corien, the one who loved wars, battles, and blood, the one who used his people as objects and pawns for his schemes and conquests.And they had done nothing.They had been there when Corien had taken over from that Alpha, by force of arms, and they had done nothing.
Corien was in Dax’s office. He had been with him for the past hour, letting the Alpha seethe and rage.Dorien and the Luna had been present as well, but they had left earlier, leaving only the two brothers, the two enemies, together.Dax sat in his chair, his back to Corien, staring out the large window behind his desk.“Once the Alpha King hears of this from Anna, he will come for her,” Dax droned. Finally calm after his last outbursts with his family.“Not if we claim her,” Corien replied calmly.Dax did not respond.Corien continued.“We don’t have to do so immediately. We can plan for it, as we do for everything,” he stated firmly as he approached the large desk and stopped at the edge, adjacent to Dax’s wide shoulders.“If you put everything aside, you will know that what Dorien has suggested is the best solution,” he continued carefully.Silence.
“If he banishes me…” Marian whispered hoarsely, her voice catching. She shifted her eyes to Gravan, “Will you and Dad come with me?” she whispered, her eyes filling.“Just us? No one else?” Gravan replied with a soft smile, his bright eyes shining in his handsome face.Marian shifted her head against her pillow as she gazed up at her uncle.“I won’t have any hope there, if I’m banished,” she croaked.Gravan shook his head gently, stroking her forehead, the smile still on his face.“First of all, princess, we don’t dwell on ‘what-ifs’, hmmm? What’s done is done. All that matters is where we are now, and what we can do about it,” he stated matter-of-factly.“Your father will not let anything happen to you. Rest assured, nothing as drastic as banishment will happen,” he droned.“But, what if he – Alpha Dax &ndash
Marian’s damp face was red as she lay on her bed, wrapped like a mummy.Her eyes were quivering, but they were clear.Gravan gazed steadily at her.“Twenty-four hours. That’s all we need. To cover up your healing.”“The day after tomorrow, you can move about, anyhow you please,” he commented flatly in his silk, comforting voice, addressing the other matter she had not raised – attending the Remembrance ceremony.That had been the sole reason she had returned.The only thing that had brought her back to the pack so soon after her departure.And now, she could not attend it.He knew this.He and her father had discussed it in less than three sentences the moment she was out of the woods after Dax had broken her body.It had been on the day after the attack. After he had woken up in the pack hospital.As soon as he had woken, he had linked his Alpha, his mentor, his fr
Is he in heat?Am I?Marian mused.Dinka chuffed at her in their mind space.“What? I’m bored!” Marian tossed at her wolf, “If I can’t go out tomorrow, let me have a little fun today.”“It’s been too hard these past few days,” she complained to Dinka, “I need a distraction!”“This is not a distraction, Marian, this is torture,” Dinka replied, her teeth bared as if she were laughing.“We’ve seen torture, D. We’re just playing with him,” Marian replied with a smile.With her eyes directing Zepher and a few sounds chipped in here and there, she made the young omega feed her every bite of food and every drop of water and light wine that had been brought to her as she breathed him in.Thirty long minutes later, Gravan walked in to find a very distraught Zepher feeding a very contented Marian.========
It had been infuriating and had felt like a personal attack to Marian.The girl beside Dorien, Risa, was two years older than him.Every part of her was soft and supple.She had never held anything close to a weapon, of any sort, in her life.She was fresh, and smooth, and as matronly as they came – just as her mother used to admonish her to be.While she, a princess, was rough and bullish and definitely not one anybody could imagine holding a pup.Her heart had broken in more ways than one at that moment.Not only had she been dumped, she had been dumped for the kind of girl her dead mother had wanted her to be.A mother she missed. A mother she wished she could apologize to for all the times she had been difficult.And all of it had happened in public.The thing she hated the most.As soon as the words had left his lips, Marian had felt her chest burn as if it were on fire. They had not been fated m
At age eleven, Marian had started training to join the warriors rank, and Gravan had entered the picture.Only he, among the warrior class, ever sparred with her, and only he, outside of her father, ever gave her any guidance.With his support, she had developed fast. Her physical and critical thinking skills had grown in leaps and bounds, far beyond her peers.Gravan had used her alpha blood as a springboard in her training. Pushing her harder and farther than most young trainees.By the time she turned thirteen, she was leading physical training sessions for younger shifters and was no longer ignored by blooded warriors – those who were active in the protection and defense of Lightmoon pack.At fourteen, she became a full-fledged member of the warrior class, assigned to a unit.The unit leader had been Gravan. By this time, in her heart, her second uncle.As a member of his unit, he never gave her any less than he gave any oth
At the mention of Reyland, Marian had sniffed and nodded lightly.Her father smiled as footsteps were heard in the sitting area.Before she could blink, Corien was out the door, closing it gently behind him as he began to speak with the Alpha of Lightmoon pack.Marian’s eyes narrowed. She pushed her senses to listen, but both men were warriors; she could not hear them unless they didn’t mind being heard.There was silence.She could not even feel them.Their presence had been blocked.A few minutes later, she heard footsteps leaving her dorm.Two sets.She rested her back on the bed and stared up at the ceiling, mulling over her conversation with her father.She went over everything one by one, step by step, with Dinka.As she recounted it, certain things stood out to her, but she kept her counsel.Instead, her mind turned to the past, before the darkest time in her life.==========The pack had been a home then.Her father, mother, and her younger brother had lived in the Alpha mansi
“He ordered the rest of us out – me, Dax, Dorien,” Corien continued, maintaining his fluid pace.Marian smiled lightly, but remained focused, keeping the meld firmly intact.“Byron gave you pint after pint of blood from the blood bank. He would not let me give any because of the impending full moon.”Corien paused and smiled widely when the meld did not waver.My daughter is a true alpha warrior, he mused.Marian’s breathing remained steady. Her brow had twitched, but she had no other reaction.“We stayed in the sitting area of your dorm until you woke up the next day.”“You know the gist of things from there.”“Dax has been gone since the early hours of this morning. No one has seen him or heard from him. Physical or link-wise.”“We locked down the pack grounds. Some news might have gotten out, but no one will be able to understand things. Not for a while, not until more details come to light, and not…unless they are old enough or versed enough in wolf history to guess anything.”“An