“Will she wake up?” Jack whispered, looking around the living room that he’d come to know somewhat. It was different to what he was used to but very common for humans.
Michael shook his head, “No, she should be out for 8 hours.”
“Good.”
“I don’t like this,” Michael mumbled quietly.
“It’s the only way, you know it is,” Jack reasoned, setting a hand on his brother’s shoulder. “You have to stay, she can’t suspect you.”
“She shouldn’t lose her pup.”
“She has to, if that pup grows up here…”
“I know… I know. I just… He’s two weeks old… it’s too young. He’s too young to be taken.”
“L
Luca dropped Alissa off at the end of the street. The semi detached houses had become a frequent site for Alissa. A scent Alissa couldn't place drifted up her nostrils as she walked towards Kimbery's house. Alissa knew the sight she was going to see. She was there to comfort her baby being lost. The smell was getting stronger as she walked up the path. Something was wrong, the black door had been left open. Alissa quickened her pace. A scene of destruction met her eyes. Kimberly's home had been ransacked. A trail of blood led into the kitchen. She followed it, being careful where she stood. She could place the smell now, it was death. She knelt beside Kimberly's body. Alissa begun to shake “Luca!” she pushed her mind to him “Luca, Kimberly's dead!
She was watching like a ghost of past ancestors but it felt very normal as she watched Malachi in bed. It should have been strange, just watching the big Scot, he looked pretty peaceful sleeping. Was he dreaming? Was his mind blank?A bang suddenly thundered through her mind… through the castle. The large man’s eyes flung open. He grunted as he peered out the arched window haloed with rough stone. The sun had not yet risen, he frowned in complete confusion. A question he didn’t utter but she knew the question was Who would be calling at his castle at this time of night?“Help!” the desperate cry had him moving. She felt she was part of him… yet far enough away. An observer.He bolted from bed without a second thought and ran down
Michael stared at the ceiling.Numb.He was completely and utterly numb.He hadn’t felt anything since being dragged back to the pack house. He barely even remembered the journey, or even getting here. One minute he was holding his beautiful Kimberly in his arms, the next Jack and Luca were dragging him through the corridor to his room. All he could see was her… his love… dead. Torn open. When he closed his eyes that’s all he saw. When the room was dark… that’s what he saw. When the curtains let in light. Yeah, her. Dead. The image was plastered on his eyelids no matter what he did.He knew he’d have to leave her soon. Knew their days were numbered but he’d always thought… Always hoped that maybe he could se
His arms were stretched above him, the room was dark until a haze of seven chairs glimmered in front of him but they were empty. A disembodied voice burnt his ears. “You are charged with murder of an Alpha. What say you?”“I didn’t,” he replied immediately. “I haven’t killed anyone,” his voice sounded odd to his ears, it was his voice. He looked around but it was like his gaze couldn’t move from the seven chairs.Movement allowed him to turn to see a figure that had his blood running cold. “You did, son.”“Da’?” he whispered, not really believing it. He looked pale, skeletal. Not the large, strong Alpha he’d been in his life.&ldqu
Michael stepped into the shower, the roar of the water filled his ears, the water cascading over his (let’s face it) filthy body. He inhaled, it actually felt good. He’d forgotten… or not cared before this moment. After the shower, he got dressed for the first time in two weeks. It was time to stop wallowing. Nothing got done from wallowing. He wasn’t sure if it was time for action but it was at least time to leave ‘his pit’ as Jack had called it at least a hundred times in the last week. Bacon and pork flooded his nose as he put his shoes on making his stomach growl loudly. Someone was cooking breakfast and maybe he needed some fuel in his body. Getting downstairs, he found Luca and Alissa in the kitchen, Luca cradling Peta and bouncing him around the kitchen. “Hey,” Luca greeted, “How you doin
He moaned, the chestnut haired woman writhing beneath him, chanting his name in pure bliss.“It should have been you,” she whispered sweetly, another cry of desire passing her beautiful lips. “Not him, you should have taken me. You should have told me to come to you.” Her words were musical. Beautiful. Everything he wanted to hear.“I know, lass,” he breathed, stroking her cheek. He wanted her just as she was, beneath him, taking everything he could give her. He could give her life, happiness, pleasure.“But you didn’t,” she stated softly, her beautiful green eyes turning to sorrow, to pain.“No…” He wanted that look on her face to disappear,
Luca crawled into bed, drawing Alissa towards him and sighing. It felt good to have her in his arms. Good for his body to hit the softness of a mattress. “Long day,” Alissa mumbled.“Yeah. Least Michael’s home for good now.”“True. Peta’s adorable.”“He is. We’ll have our own soon too.”“We will, will we?” She turned, quirking her eyebrow at him.“Only right. We’re mated. Pup comes next.”“Got it all worked out, eh Alpha?”“I mean… if you want. Tradition doesn’t override your wishes.”“Better. But… a little one of our own would be nice… just not yet. I want to enjoy you.” “Alright, gorgeous. So… a month?”She smacked his chest before they both burst into laughter. “Got some time tomorrow, what do you want to do?” He stroked his finger over her cheek. “Our place?”“Sounds good. Take some books.”“Perfect. Luca…?”“Yeah?”“I want to change my room into a nursery. For Peta.” “Good idea,” he whispered just before she drifted off to sleep. Alissa looked over the bannister as three me
Alissa groaned, her head feeling fluffy and odd. She worked her thick tongue around her mouth that felt dryer than an overcooked chicken. Rubbing her eyes as they felt heavy and glued together trying to unstick them. Nothing felt right.Cracking an eye open she could barely make out where she was. It was light, bright like sunlight but the room was dark walled.A figure moved making her sit up, regardless of how she felt.“Easy, lass.” A hand on her shoulder had her struggling away.“Get off!”“Lass, it’s me, it’s Malachi,” a deep, Scottish laced voice announcedShe stilled. “Malachi? What are you
Alissa nursed her baby, she cooed down to him, his perfect tiny fingers gripped at her finger while he suckled. “Aunty, where's daddy?” Peta entered the room and sat at Alissa's feet.“He's keeping you safe little one, he loves you so much, come here.” She shifted her baby so Peta could climb on her lap.He peered up to her questioning, “I want daddy.” Tears welled in his emerald eyes.Alissa curled his chin length hair around her fingers. “I know, darling, he has to do his job though, but he has to keep us safe doesn't he? Or he wouldn't be a good wolf.” A large tear fell from Peta's eye. The little one had been very clingy recently.Maybe it was the birth of her and Luca’s little bundle of jo
Alissa couldn’t help flicking her glance to Luca every now and then, it may have been a few days but she still felt he was going to disappear within a moments notice. He caught her eye and opened his arms, dragging her into his body as soon as she was in arms reach. “It’s all going to be alright,” he whispered.She sunk into him, everything felt so right, his arms, his heat, the pressure of him against her body. It was what she needed.“Be better when we’re back home too,” he reassured.Alissa nodded against him, nuzzling slightly. “I miss home,” she whispered.He rocked her gently, squeezing her against him. “Me too, I wish the investigation hadn’t taken so long but at least it’s a
Luca grasped Alissa’s hand tightly as Rufus lead them through the council building to the sitting room beside the meeting room where the Alphas were filing into. “I’ll be right with you,” Rufus directed to the Alphas before following Luca and Alissa in.“Do you have any idea what’s going on?” Luca asked.“I don’t, in truth. I wish to listen to them all regarding their concerns but… please, tell me what happened. I’ve heard Alissa’s perspective, I need yours.”Luca nodded, sitting the the cream sofa, tugging Alissa with him, not wanting to let her go. “From the beginning?” he asked to clarify.Rufus nodded, “Please.”
“I second that query, High Council.”Alissa frowned. A voice she knew so well permeating into her mind. She knew she was hearing wrong, knew that voice wasn’t real. It couldn’t be real… but it sounded so real.Gasps erupted around them, from everyone, not just the council. A ripple of surprise spread from everyone.Michael grabbed her hand and she almost had the confidence to look up but didn’t. She couldn’t look, she didn’t want to confirm or deny it was his voice. She didn’t want to know.“My land is not up for discussion, let alone on a day like this. But it is my land, High Council.”“Alpha Wuffaman,” High Council Vilkaman bre
The sun was warmer than it had been for months, the beginnings of spring poking through barren trees, dandelions budding within the dewy, luscious grass that looked inviting despite what the day was. Alphas, families, betas, and probably some others were sat, some on chairs, some on the grass, some had rolled up sleeping bags beneath them. It looked like any congregation when their packs came together but this felt very different. It felt wrong. It felt unjust.Alissa stood beside Michael on a slightly raised stage to the side, the white council house to their backs, the sun almost blinding them as it rose high above the trees. The council was assembled… All six of them were assembled (including Raoul much to her displeasure) at the front of the congregation. A congregation to mourn for her mate. Her pack, her nephew, her brother, her friends.
After getting changed, Alissa popped the wet, stained shirt on the arm of the sofa, unsure where to put it before sitting nervously. Her mind wasn’t really working properly, that was what it felt like. She felt she’d been given more information than she could process and arrange in her tired, dishevelled mind.There was a knock on the door and she was up off the sofa, taking long strides towards the door, “Yes, come in,” she called before she got to the door, wanting the door open.Michael stepped in, his hair as disheveled as his clothes. There were rings under his eyes and he looked just as bad as before he’d gone away… maybe worse. Alissa didn’t even give him time to look before she lunged at him, wrapping herself around him, clinging to his neck.&ldqu
Luca was vibrating, desperate to not let his anger out but he was finding it hard. Not knowing… Not having a clue what was going on. Angry Malachi had downed him, and he had no idea why.Alissa. Where was Alissa?“I’m going into the pack. I’m not sitting here like some prisoner,” Luca stated, a tiny rumbling growl through his words.“The pack member, Steve told us to stay here for safety,” Henry announced calmy.“He didn’t tell me.” Luca stood, he wasn’t some pup to be told to stay put. Fuck that.“I’ll be back soon,” he told the room, heading for the door.&ldq
He watched a car move away, just knowing Alissa was within. A feeling a safety moved over him… at least knowing Alissa was safe. He wasn’t safe though. A wolf body slammed him, sprawling him to the floor but he didn’t reach the floor, he kept falling… and falling.He was running through the woods, Aunty Dotty clinging to his arm as he kept moving, he was getting her to safety… he just knew that.Aunty Dotty slipped from his arm… she was safe with humans, a human ally, his vision shifted and changed, a new landscape before him, scents flooded his nose, he needed to keep going, keep moving. There was a scent he had to find. He panted, pushing himself to follow the scent. He hadn’t stopped, hadn’t slept. It was a vagrant’s scent he was hunting… although whether it wa
His hand fastened tighter over her mouth, preventing any breath to escape. She wriggled and struggled in his hold only for a panic to blind her as his other hand came up, his fingers pinching her nose.He was going to smother her.She stamped her feet down, struggled and fought with all her strength. She shook her head, desperate to get his hand dislodged enough for her to suck in a breath.She would not die today.Black crept into the edges of her vision so she struggled harder only for her head to spin from exertion with no oxygen. She stamped her foot down, landing squarely on his but it didn’t release his hold. He was infallible, regardless what she did nothing was working. She was running out of time. In a last ditch attempt, she threw her bo