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Ford’s pov Bullocks! I am not an emotional man. I try to make every decision based on logic and rules. A tight schedule, routine, and order are what I need in life. Even when I have taken a life, I have done so because there was a valid reason for it. When someone insults their alpha, they sow doubt in the minds of the other pack members. It’s for my benefit and for the benefit of the pack if some people are no longer alive. ‘But you enjoy it…’ Callum said. There is a side of me that revels in the carnage and violence. I have a temper that I can usually control. Yet since meeting Nivia, my control had begun to waver. My decorum, my self-control – it feels as if she’s pulled at a loose thread, and it can all unravel if I don’t keep a close leash on myself. Yet when I found out Nivia went to the doctor behind my back, I could not curb my frustration. It feels unfair to take something from me that mattered. I've become accustomed to our daily shower routine. You cannot alter this
Nivia’s pov My curiosity got the best of me. First, by asking the question that had been on my mind for a while now, and then by pressing my feet against his crotch. Ford never actually admitted he had a foot fetish, so I wanted to test my theory. It was just science, basically, and once his dick grew underneath my feet, I had my answer and stopped. ‘Sure… Science….’ Gwyn teased. If things were different, I might have continued. I don’t mind the idea of Ford having a foot fetish. I mean, I’m not that familiar with sex, but I’m willing to try whatever. The idea of him touching my feet or licking them is kind of hot, actually. As long as I don’t need to touch his. would spend a lot of time on my feet during my shower, so I might have done some research online, seeing what it actually meant to incorporate feet into one’s sex life. For research purposes, of course. After the tantrum Ford threw after I went to the doctor, it wasn’t really something I considered. I mean, I’m n
Nivia’s povIf I thought Ford was tightly wound before, I don’t know what you’d call the Ford that’s standing next to me right now.“Breathe,” I whispered to him as Fletcher’s car drove toward us.When that didn’t help, I grabbed his hand.Look, I might not be a fan of Ford most of the time, and I’m still pretty sure rejection is best for us, but he is still my mate, and I’m the only one allowed to hate him.‘That makes no sense...’I ignored Gwyn; it made perfect sense.Ford and I had said our goodbyes to the kids this morning, and he had been pacing the house ever since, checking every room to see if there was something wrong.He was looking for something to put his frustration into, someone he could blame or lash out at.I thought about getting into a fight with him just to get him to release some of this frustration, but I was too busy fighting with my dad instead.Ugh.Dad and I mind-linked every day, but I guess it wasn’t enough.‘Now cut the bullshit; how are you?’‘What do you
Nivia's povBy the time I had put my dress, shoes, and makeup on, Ford was finished as well. He helped zip my dress up, and off to dinner we went.I sat down next to Ford, and Fletcher took the seat beside me. He grabbed a piece of my hair and spun it around his finger, “I did not picture Ruthie with such a young and bold mate.”“Opposites attract,” I replied, “right, Ford?”“Yes, darling.” Ford replied.“So, tell me the story of how you two met.” Fletcher said as he began eating.I looked at Ford, who softly sighed, “we met at a party at the Iron River pack.”“What a way with words, right?” Fletcher took a sip of his drink. He moved my hair to the side, and I wanted to break his hand for touching me.Ford growled lowly, but didn’t say anything, so I kept calm. “No mark yet, huh? Is it those little baseborns that are holding you back, love?”I swallowed as I counted to ten and joked, “no, I like those kids more than I like Ford.”“Where are those little bastards anyway? I thought I wou
Ford’s povGoddess, did I need this.I had been craving Nivia’s scent, her touch, but I had no conception of what she’d actually taste like or what her moans of pleasure would sound like.I dived into her core, giving up all restraint or decorum.I needed this and so much more.‘Are you sure it’s not because of what Fletcher said?’ Callum tried.Of course he would find a way to ruin this.I walked us to the bed, placing Nivia down gently as I kept sucking and licking her. Goddess, did she look ravishing in her little outfit.But it was for my eyes only.Fletcher should have never seen it.Nivia is mine.I inserted a finger before trying to add another. Nivia squirmed, a clear indicator she did not desire a second digit.She was tight.“Fucking hell,” She moaned as I flicked my tongue against her clit.“Language, darling…” I teased her before going back in.“Oh, Goddess, Goddess, Ford… O, my…” Nivia moaned, “I’m… Ford…. Please… I’m going to, aaaaaah.” And she began to shudder against m
Nivia's pov“You…” He growled lowly.I did not want to turn around, recognizing the voice of the person I had grown to hate over the past few months.The whole evening I had searched for this delicious scent of burned wood and marshmallow. It’s a scent that isn’t just delicious, but there are memories tied to it. Memories of having smores with my great grandparents and my grandparents.Memories of them sharing laughs and drinks around the fireplaces while I listened to their stories.My favourites were the love stories, and second came the ones of war.While war isn’t something to celebrate, they told their stories in such a way that made the fighting almost sound romantic. They weren’t just fighting to protect themselves, but those they loved.I had the privilege of never having personally witnessed a war.My parents had made alliances and deals to make sure our kind wasn’t destroying each other over different world views or territory disclaims.It wasn’t always easy, and there were
Nivia’s pov“You are fucking nuts, Krullebol. You can’t be serious.” Dad said, staring at my mom in disbelief.“Do you trust the Moon Goddess?” Mom asked, and dad sighed before confirming he did.“So, why do you think she paired these two wrong, then? You don’t even know the guy, and neither does Nivia.” Mom said, looking at me and dad.“I’m going to ask Ash to join us; maybe your dad can talk some fucking sense into you.” Dad replied.“Snitch. And no, you will not. Storm, it’s not your choice; it’s our daughter’s. And I think it’s worth considering that they might be right for each other.”“He’d almost twice her age! He’s fucking old, krullebol.”“You’re older than me by nine years, old man. So don’t fucking start with that. You just don’t like him.”“I don’t like him either, by the way.” I chimed in.“See…” Dad said. I have always been a daddy’s girl, and he knows it. I guess that’s why he’s having a hard time letting go, and for once I am not complaining.Mom sighed, “I just think
Ford’s povThe gall of this young lady.‘Your mate.’ Callum, my wolf reminded me.How could I forget?I looked up at the moon as Nivia Evelien Leia Omari ran in her wolf form, her white wolf moving so quickly that it almost looked like a stripe passing by me.Why, after so many years, would I meet my mate now?For years my pack had urged me to find my mate. Eventually, when I turned 25, they decided I should have a chosen mate.Having an heir was important, as was evident by my presence in the pack.I was never meant to lead the Nightclaw pack. My brother, who I had never met, was to take over. But then, the Omari clan decided to wage war once again.Their family has a tendency to be in the middle of every dispute or war on their continent.I was in England at the time, unaware of what was happening across the ocean. I knew who my father was, and I was also keenly privy to the fact that he didn’t want anything to do with me.Not until he and his heir lost their lives during the war. T
Ford’s povGoddess, did I need this.I had been craving Nivia’s scent, her touch, but I had no conception of what she’d actually taste like or what her moans of pleasure would sound like.I dived into her core, giving up all restraint or decorum.I needed this and so much more.‘Are you sure it’s not because of what Fletcher said?’ Callum tried.Of course he would find a way to ruin this.I walked us to the bed, placing Nivia down gently as I kept sucking and licking her. Goddess, did she look ravishing in her little outfit.But it was for my eyes only.Fletcher should have never seen it.Nivia is mine.I inserted a finger before trying to add another. Nivia squirmed, a clear indicator she did not desire a second digit.She was tight.“Fucking hell,” She moaned as I flicked my tongue against her clit.“Language, darling…” I teased her before going back in.“Oh, Goddess, Goddess, Ford… O, my…” Nivia moaned, “I’m… Ford…. Please… I’m going to, aaaaaah.” And she began to shudder against m
Nivia's povBy the time I had put my dress, shoes, and makeup on, Ford was finished as well. He helped zip my dress up, and off to dinner we went.I sat down next to Ford, and Fletcher took the seat beside me. He grabbed a piece of my hair and spun it around his finger, “I did not picture Ruthie with such a young and bold mate.”“Opposites attract,” I replied, “right, Ford?”“Yes, darling.” Ford replied.“So, tell me the story of how you two met.” Fletcher said as he began eating.I looked at Ford, who softly sighed, “we met at a party at the Iron River pack.”“What a way with words, right?” Fletcher took a sip of his drink. He moved my hair to the side, and I wanted to break his hand for touching me.Ford growled lowly, but didn’t say anything, so I kept calm. “No mark yet, huh? Is it those little baseborns that are holding you back, love?”I swallowed as I counted to ten and joked, “no, I like those kids more than I like Ford.”“Where are those little bastards anyway? I thought I wou
Nivia’s povIf I thought Ford was tightly wound before, I don’t know what you’d call the Ford that’s standing next to me right now.“Breathe,” I whispered to him as Fletcher’s car drove toward us.When that didn’t help, I grabbed his hand.Look, I might not be a fan of Ford most of the time, and I’m still pretty sure rejection is best for us, but he is still my mate, and I’m the only one allowed to hate him.‘That makes no sense...’I ignored Gwyn; it made perfect sense.Ford and I had said our goodbyes to the kids this morning, and he had been pacing the house ever since, checking every room to see if there was something wrong.He was looking for something to put his frustration into, someone he could blame or lash out at.I thought about getting into a fight with him just to get him to release some of this frustration, but I was too busy fighting with my dad instead.Ugh.Dad and I mind-linked every day, but I guess it wasn’t enough.‘Now cut the bullshit; how are you?’‘What do you
Nivia’s pov My curiosity got the best of me. First, by asking the question that had been on my mind for a while now, and then by pressing my feet against his crotch. Ford never actually admitted he had a foot fetish, so I wanted to test my theory. It was just science, basically, and once his dick grew underneath my feet, I had my answer and stopped. ‘Sure… Science….’ Gwyn teased. If things were different, I might have continued. I don’t mind the idea of Ford having a foot fetish. I mean, I’m not that familiar with sex, but I’m willing to try whatever. The idea of him touching my feet or licking them is kind of hot, actually. As long as I don’t need to touch his. would spend a lot of time on my feet during my shower, so I might have done some research online, seeing what it actually meant to incorporate feet into one’s sex life. For research purposes, of course. After the tantrum Ford threw after I went to the doctor, it wasn’t really something I considered. I mean, I’m n
Ford’s pov Bullocks! I am not an emotional man. I try to make every decision based on logic and rules. A tight schedule, routine, and order are what I need in life. Even when I have taken a life, I have done so because there was a valid reason for it. When someone insults their alpha, they sow doubt in the minds of the other pack members. It’s for my benefit and for the benefit of the pack if some people are no longer alive. ‘But you enjoy it…’ Callum said. There is a side of me that revels in the carnage and violence. I have a temper that I can usually control. Yet since meeting Nivia, my control had begun to waver. My decorum, my self-control – it feels as if she’s pulled at a loose thread, and it can all unravel if I don’t keep a close leash on myself. Yet when I found out Nivia went to the doctor behind my back, I could not curb my frustration. It feels unfair to take something from me that mattered. I've become accustomed to our daily shower routine. You cannot alter this
Nivia’s pov“Luna Nivia, to what do I owe this pleasure? I thought we weren’t scheduled to meet until later this week.” The packdoctor asked.I had stayed in the bathroom trying to come up with a plan after that disaster last night.It all started with Ford having a nightmare about Fletcher. He might deny it and pretend he doesn’t remember, but while he was flailing around like a madman, he yelled out Fletcher's name.It was sad, really. Ford looked so scared, and he was practically begging Fletcher to let him go.Maybe that’s why I didn’t move away immediately after he woke up.‘Sure, keep telling yourself that… Is it also why you started rubbing yourself against him?’ Gwyn said.It’s dry humping, basically what I did. What we did. And it’s crazy to think I did that. It’s not like me at all!I’m a fucking virgin, for crying out loud!Which I’m not telling Ford, because he’ll either mock me or see it as a challenge.‘Are you pretending it didn’t feel good?’ Gwyn asked.‘No! It felt ama
Ford’s povI am unwavering in my commitment to honour my word. And I have given Nivia my word not to cross her boundaries, although it’s becoming increasingly difficult to adhere to my promise.I had not seen the mate bond in action while I was growing up. I had not encountered what it looked like when two mates feel the need to take care of each other.My mother never had that type of bond.Even without love, there is this constant need in my body to be near Nivia, to touch her, to care for her. This instinct to provide and nurture my mate is almost similar to the one one feels for their pup, only in a different manner.I want my children to be safe, content and capable human beings. Yet I feel comfortable leaving them in the hands of those I trust.The thought of Nivia always lingers in the back of my mind, like an unscratchable itch. The longer we don’t mate, the stronger it becomes.I must have her. I must see her come undone by my touch. I must mark her and claim her as mine.Does
Nivia’s povI haven’t been carried like this since I was a child. Being this close to Ford surrounds me with his scent, but beneath that delicious scent lies something else.Fear.Ford is scared of that alpha Fletcher guy, and despite everything, I still can’t seem to stop myself from feeling protective of my mate.It’s funny, really. He’s so arrogant and sure of himself, so unwilling to compromise, yet he lets the council walk all over him. Will it be the same with Fletcher? Or will I finally see the dangerous side of him I’ve been hearing about?People fear Ford, and it’s not just because he knows how to insult people well. You don’t get a reputation like he does without earning it.Even inside his pack, people seem to fear him. Which isn’t a good thing in my opinion.I scratched his neck without thinking, hoping to take away some of that fear and replace it with comfort.Since I needed time to find out more about this pack’s finances, I might as well help out Ford while Fletcher vis
Ford’s pov “As the alpha of this pack, I do not like to be surprised by unannounced guests,” I started the meeting. “They’ve been our allies for centuries, Alpha Rutherford; you of all people must know that.” I wanted to tear the head off the old pillock but refrained from doing so for now. “That may be so; however, one does not invite a guest to stay here without my authorisation first.” “Alpha Fletcher seemed to think you were old friends,” the other decrepit council member started. “He is mistaken.” I simply stated. “I barely know the man, and with the arrival of my mate, the timing of this visit does not seem wise. She has yet to grow accustomed to our ways.” “It’s precisely why now is perfect,” Walter replied. “Your mate should see we have just as many allies as the Iron River pack and that you’re seen as a reliable partner, -“ I did not let the fool finish, “how many people is he bringing?” “Well, the alpha, of course, then security and a few, -“ It pleased me to interru