Alexander
“That’s where she is?” I look up at Estelle who seems to wobble slightly where she stood.
“Yes.” She croaked out before falling back into a chair. “Be quick, I sense something is not right.”
She didn’t need to say anything else, I turned and was out of the door heading down the stairs before could even blink.
“See to her Lucille.” I shout over my shoulder, not stopping to wait for an acknowledgment.
“Sire.” Arthur’s urgent voice rang out through my head, making me pause slightly. “My lord, rogues heading towards the western border.”
“How many?” I bark out, agitation starting to flood my system. I needed to get to Rosalie, I didn’t have time to deal with rouge attacks.
“Two Alex. They are coming in human form under a white flag.” I breathed a sigh of relief at his words, at least I would not have to deal with bloodshed before I left. If they were coming under a wh
Alexander Tearing off the clothes from my back, I strip down, my body morphing into my wolf as I go. By the time I reached the tree line, Silas was in charge of my body. Having grown up in the fields and woodland that surrounded Castle Black all of my life, I knew every inch of the land around the castle. It didn’t take much for me to know exactly where Rosalie was just from looking at the map. In my youth, me and some of the other boys thought it a fun game to head out into the dark woods as a show of bravery. Not just because it was forbidden, but because of the stories of creatures so deprived and ruthless that live within them. We thought it was just that, stories that our parents told us at bedtime to ensure we behaved. In reality, the dark woods were a dangerous place beyond what any of us realised at the time. We would take turns in seeing who could get the farthest before getting to scared and returning. It was a backwards game of chi
I barely made it out of the settlement before something large and heavy knocks into me from the side. Knocking both myself and Rosalie sprawling across the floor. I am quick to get back up onto my feet and stand over Rosalie in a protective stance, my teeth barred as a wolf comes into view. A black wolf stands before me, so like my own it was uncanny. My mother had always joked that me and my uncle were so alike that if she hadn’t given birth to me, she should wonder that I was William’s son after all. And now, seeing him standing before me once again, I could understand why. The only different between us. Was the grotesque scar that ran the length of his face, and the milky white eye from a long-ago injury. He shifted back into his human self. Gesturing for me to do the same. Reluctantly I followed his suit. I knew that I wouldn’t be able to communicate with him unless I could talk, but I was reluctant to leave Rosalie unprotected. “Ne
Returning back to the castle took longer than it should have done. By the time my uncle had disappeared, Rosalie had passed out on the woodland floor. I could do nothing to rouse her and so I ended up carrying her the rest of the way back. As I broke free from the woodlands, Arthur rushed out to meet us, handing me a warm cloak to cover myself and another for my mate who was soaked through to the bone. “Call ahead and get the maid to bring up warm water and fresh clothes.” I command the men around me, refusing to let go of Rosalie, who was nestled so closely against my chest I couldn’t bare to part with her. “And then fetch the pack doctor.” My men dispersed to do what I commanded. Arthur remained by my side, looking at me expectantly for answers. “He has made it clear that he wants the castle back. We have until Spring to be ready for the attack. I want the war council called and ready to meet by first light.” “That’s three, maybe four months
Rosalie The water hit my skin like shards of glass running through my veins. Wincing against the pain as Alexander holds me and gently lowers me into the water. I try to clamber away from the torture, but he holds me firm, whispering words of encouragement to me. I could barely hear what he says, the pain is all I can think about. “It hurts.” I cry out, trying to break away. “I know, but this is the quickest way to warm you.” His words were soft and brushed through me like a gentle caress. I look up at him through my teary eyes and try to relax back into the bath. My whole body spasming as the intense heat engulfs me. Eventually, the pain begins to ease, and rather that the feeling the two extremes of hot and cold all at once, my body temperature begins to rise, and for the first time in what felt like forever, I could feel my fingers and toes again. I look down at my body, noting how my fingernails were caked in mud,
I woke up on mine and Alexander’s bed, completely disorientated and unsure as to how long I had been out for. My mind felt foggy like I had just risen from a bad dream. The fact it was pitch black outside told me that it was late at night. I woke with the feeling of heat burning my skin, like I had just climbed into a bath that was still too warm. Pulling myself up, I step gingerly from the bed. The pain in my collar bone from where Alexander had marked me throbbed painfully, a stark reminder of the fact he had marked me against my will. Only the pain seemed to have intensified. It worked its way down my arms, and chest, all leading to a point in between my legs that throbbed just as intensely as the mark itself. Hate surged through me, all of which was aimed at the man who had claimed me as his. It wasn’t so much that he had marked me, it was more the fact that with this mark, it meant that there was no hope for escape again. At least not without tell
I fell in and out of consciousness. Each time I came around I tried once again to open the door or to gain someone’s attention, only to be pulled back under by the burning need within me and the darkness dancing around my peripheral vision. I could no longer hear Nancy’s shuffling outside my door. Everything was silent. That was until the pain in my gut kicked in once more, and the silence was broken by my garbled moans. I tried to push through the pain, but I could barely move past wrapping myself into the foetal position. Even when the door was pushed open and I was forced back by the door, I didn’t notice. It was like all of my other senses had been turned off, and pain was all I could feel. “Rosalie.” A concerned voice echoes through my mind, but I couldn’t place who it was, or where it came from. I cried out as another wave hit me. “Shit, Rosalie, I need you to get up for me sweetheart.” The voice came again. Could it be…? No, it couldn’t be Alexander, t
Those words were all he needed to hear. He swooped me up into his arms and before I knew what was happening, I found myself led flat out onto my back looking up at the heavy drapes of the bed with Alexander’s mouth on my heated skin. “The foreplay will not help you with the pain. There is only one thing to stop that.” He murmurs against my neck. “But it is up to you, my Rosa.” “Now, you are giving me a choice?” I question him irritably, ignoring the delighted thrill that his new name for me sent through my body. He pulls back and looks down at me, his face full of sorrow and knew in that instance that he was ashamed of what he had done to me. A pang of guilt washed over me, but I now was not the time to go over that. My body was already bubbling with heat from the loss of his touch. “It’s fine. Please just take the pain away Alex.” I place a gentle hand to his cheek, forcing his to look me in the eyes. He still looked hesitant. “I need you.” I
We fell asleep in each other’s arms soon after. Both completely naked and spent from the love making. But our reprieve didn’t last for long. My heat was not done with us yet. And when I woke up once again in a hot sweat, the first thing I sought out was Alexander’s form next to me. Much to my surprise, he was still there, holding me close to him. Unlike me, he was wide awake and casting his watchful gaze upon me. “It’s started again.” I whisper, feeling my cheeks heat at the embarrassment of the situation we found ourselves in. “I know.” Was all said as he shuffled down the bed and back under the covers. “You know?” “I can smell you little mate.” He all but growls, taking me by surprise as his lips come down and place a tender kiss on the mound of my breast. I suck in a moan at the electric shock that it spikes in my chest. “You can smell me?” I try to keep my thoughts straight as Alexander sucks in a pert nippl