Alexander
I trekked across the snowy ground, my feet crunching with each step as I break through the icy crust that had formed over last night’s snow fall. A smile on my face at the morning that Rosalie and I had shared together.
Having gathered as many logs as my arms could carry, I trek back towards the little cottage. As I drew nearer, a shiver ran down my spine.
The forest around us was quiet. Too quiet.
Not even the little robins could be heard playing around in the holly bushes and the trees above.
Looking about myself checking for signs of danger. There were none to be found, and the only prints in the snow were of mine and Rosalie. Looking back towards the cottage I try to push the doubt into the back of my mind as I move forward once more. But the closer I came to the front door, the more the uneasy feeling of something not being right, roils in my stomach.
I pushed the little gate open that sat atop the gard
Rosalie “We need to leave… now.” Alexander strides towards me in three long steps, grabbing me by the upper arm and pulling me out of the doorway of the little cottage. “Alex, wait,” I cry out painfully, “Alex, stop you are hurting me.” This seemed to be enough to get him to stop and release me from his grip. “Where are we going to go?” “You’re going home. It’s not safe to be here anymore.” “Shouldn’t we lock the house up first? At least smother the fires?” I look about completely at a loss for what to say. The last day here had been so perfect, and now because of William, everything was ruined. “Leave them, the house will take care itself.” He once again began to lead me away from the little cottage. Having to more reason to try and delay, I simply look over my shoulder feeling slightly sad at the prospect of leaving the cosy home, and followed him down the snowy track. We seeme
Returning back to the cottage was no longer an option for Alexander. He has learnt his lesson the hard way. His uncle had rattled him, more than he would ever care to admit to me. William had proven that it didn’t matter where we were, he could reach us in ways that we least expected. If not us directly, then someone that we love. Next time, it wouldn’t be me being held by the sharp blade of a knife, it could be Lucille, or even Maddison. There was no telling who would be his next victim. What played on me the most was that this was now the second time that William had let us go without so much as a scratch. And somehow, I didn’t think that there would be a third. It was like he was a cat playing with a mouse that was caught in his thrall. He let us loose only to pull us back in when we got too comfortable. Either that, or this was his subtle warning that we should leave now whilst we still could. He had told me in so many words that he got no pleasure out of
After Arthur’s admissions it took Alex a long time to calm down. When we eventually made it back to our rooms, which were cheerless and cold when we arrived seeing as no one had expected our appearance so soon, rather than resting he spent the night pacing. He was determined to try and find a way out of the arrangement for Lucille. Try as I might to understand what the issue with the young Alpha was, he refused to tell me outright. Unlike the packs in England, the Welsh packs were run by one man, Alpha Byron. He then appointed Beta’s under his control who looked after the various communities. It was very much a case of feeling himself king of his own country. Hence why he refused to acknowledge Alexanders crown. If he did, he would have to bow down to him. The LLeuad Blaidd pack were notorious for changing sides, they played the field and declared their support to the side which they thought would win at the last minute. Then,
The room broke out into noise. Some fighting in agreement to their Kings suggestions. Other arguing that Estelle couldn’t be trusted any more than Alpha Byron. Eventually, after what felt like hours of heated debate, it was decided in favour of Estelle being offered as a suitable candidate. I found myself surprised at the sudden change in situation. I should have had more faith in Alex, knowing that he wouldn’t just let Lucille be sold to the highest bidder. But more surprising, I found myself feeling slightly sad for Estelle. She and I had never been friends. In fact, we were enemies in many ways, but that didn’t mean that I wished this fate upon her. Yet it seemed to be in the interested of everyone. Not only did Alex fulfil his saviours wishes of helping his daughter find a respectable match. And at that it was, despite the young Alpha’s reputation of being akin to his father, he was a well suited noble that Estelle’s family would deem suitable for their daughter.
Telling Estelle that she would be bargained off to a man who was notorious at being awful was not an easy task to undertake. At first, she refused point blank, declaring that she would rather be thrown down a hole with only snakes to keep her company that to do what Alexander wished her to do. But after what felt like the hundredth times of explaining the merits of the marriage, she agreed. Whether by seeing the profit in it for herself, or purely because she knew that if she agreed or not had no standing in this arrangement. But either way, she agreed, and Alex had at least won this round. With any hope of a romantic final night together well and truly out of the picture. Alexander spent the majority of the evening that was left helping Arthur and the rest of the council prepare for the arrival of the warriors. Whilst I was helping the rest of the ladies of the court get lodgings ready for them to move into. Unfortunately, there were not enough rooms
Once the sun had fully risen in the sky, Castle Black was a hive of activity, and there was barely enough room to move. Something which wouldn’t even rectify after the evacuees had left this evening. Every hall was blocked with the half-naked forms of men drinking and eating their fill, the Christmas decorations now hanging drab around them. Even outside the castle, the streets were just as full. Bonfires glowing on every street corner to keep the people warm. Some chose to remain in their wolf forms in order to stave off the winter cold. Although the snow no longer rained down, the temperature remained below freezing, meaning that all the snow that was already laid piled had now frozen and refused to go anywhere. Walking through the streets had treacherous with black ice, and icicles which threatened to spear any unsuspecting soul who walked into them. Despite the gloomy weather and interrupted festivities, the mood around the castle
His words had taken me by surprise, even if they weren’t altogether unexpected. “Yes.” I managed to squeal out before my body was overtaken by emotions. A smile broke out on my face, and two streams erupted from my eyes. Sniffing back my running nose, laughing as I tried to wipe away the tears falling. I must have looked a state, but Alexander didn’t seem to care. He swept me up into his arms, kissing my wet face and nose before landing his lips on mine. The kiss was sweet and tender, filled with emotions and happiness. When he eventually pulled away, I found myself breathless and high on life. I had never felt so happy as I did in that moment. Since the age of seventeen my greatest wish was that I would find my mate, marry him and live a happy life filled with joy and children. And in recent years, it had felt that all of that was an impossibility for me. But now, now everything had changed. And here before me was my mate. The man who offered me ever
As promised, Alexander made love to me once more. Unlike our previous steamy encounters, he took his time, relishing in the new connection between us. Along with the mind-linking that our now completed bond had given us, we were also more attuned to each other on an emotional level. It was not just seeing the depth of his feeling in his body language and eyes anymore; I could literally feel him. And right now, the only feeling that I could feel, the one that seemed to overpower anything else that might be lingering there, was the burning love he felt for me. Mixed in with my own happiness, it was consuming. We had managed to wrap ourselves in a little bubble, and to be honest, one I didn’t want to emerge from. Especially when I knew what was waiting at the end of it. When the clock did strike eight, I didnt want to leave. And suddenly realisation came crashing down on me. No matter how happy I was in the moment before, the time had come where I would have to