Alexander and I headed to the castle courtyard together, my hand resting on his firm arm as he formally escorted me to greet our arrival. In his white shirt and jet black cloak he reminded me of a wild pirate, his hair blowing back into the wind and his eyes narrowed in suspicion.
Leaving the sanctuary of the castle, into the bright sunshine of the square courtyard felt like walking towards a firing squad. The half-dozen Beta’s we had just spoken to was close to the vehicles. To others they were offering a friendly welcome and asking about the drive, we knew that one gesture and they would all be pinned and arrested.
Annoyingly, a large crowd of omegas, servants and others had gathered around the edges of the large square, eager to see who arrived in such triumphant style. Fyre nudged me and as I breezed through the group, ready to greet the newcomers I saw the red hair of Ivan bobbing through the mass of people.
Azalea was no doubt close by too. My heart lea
He slowly moved to stand next to Bella as she lay crouched on the floor. Her eyes now stared sadly at the floor. I could see her hands shaking though, she was absolutely terrified. "Alpha Francis!" a female voice rang out as Azalea ran forward from within the crowd, embracing him like a father. He clutched her to him tightly, then held her face, staring deeply into her eyes before softly kissing her forehead. Ivan followed behind clapping his hands, a huge smile on his face. He didn't even give me a look as he walked towards his somewhat father-in-law, clearly taken with the exotic charisma he had on display. "Hurrah for Alpha Francis! He has recaptured the escapee! What a miracle!" Azalea cheered. She thrust her hands into the air to stimulate a ripple of applause from the crowd. I heard murmurs amongst the rabble of 'East Wall' and other such threats. No wonder Bella was shaking. Alpha Francis gave Azalea another kiss on the forehead in thanks
I never did get offered any more food. Less than an hour after Alpha Francis and his crazy blue eyes came to question me I was bundled into the back of a large transport van. He came to watch though, still dressed entirely in white, his arms folded like a Roman emperor as I tried to resist his heavy-handed Beta goon. "Bella, tell me who you came here with, it's a simple enough question," he said again, this time the irritation in his voice barely concealed. "I came alone," I muttered in between struggling and wriggling between the arms of his Beta who held me in a wrestling grip. "Take out the chair then, she can rattle around in the back," and with a wave of his hand, he disappeared. Two other Beta’s clad in their strange white-swirled cloaks jumped into the van with screwdrivers. The bench and seat belts were soon removed. I was going to spend the next few days rattling round like a pea in a metal tin. "Poor choice," the Beta hol
I lost all concept of time as I rolled around mercilessly in the back of that van. The gravelled roads I'd enjoyed travelling down whilst gripping Lucien's delicious body on the motorcycle were now torture. I held onto the door handles as much as I could but I got a sense the Beta driver enjoyed hearing my squeals as tight corners sent me spinning into the metal walls. The drive was relentless, only stopping for the briefest toilet breaks. They must have been driving in shifts to ensure no rest stops. Even if Lucien had wanted to find me I was so many miles away now it would be impossible. My heart ached at the idea of not seeing him again. Gitte murmured, I think we will, don't lose hope. Every time she spoke was a thrill. Four years without her counsel had been horrendous. She explained that as she was newly out of her regression, I would not be able to shift yet. Now my mind was in its right place I needed to restore my body with food and water, get to a h
The following hours saw me flit in and out of eating and sleeping, unaware of time or even what day it was. Every time I emptied my plate and fell asleep I'd wake up and find another fully loaded bowl of food ready for me. Someone was taking pity on me, and I was eternally grateful for it. Gitte powered me through, nudging me into recovery slowly but surely. Eventually, I felt rested enough to sit upon the bed, staring at the four walls once more. I heard footsteps down the corridor, different to the heavy ones that fetched the food. Angling my head in curiosity it seemed an eternity before a face I'd never anticipated seeing peered through the bars of my door. Ivan. His red hair and green eyes were so distinctive I could recognise him from miles away. Yet here he was, my former best friend, at my cell door for the first time since I was arrested. He coughed awkwardly, clearly, he hadn't chosen to be here. "I've been assigned to guard you until mornin
I hit the floor with a thud as my breath left my chest. I barely even registered landing on the ground before I was scooped up into his strong arms and carried into a darkened side corridor. He was dressed entirely in black, I could only just make out his eyes, the sparks of gold glinting. His huge shoulders cast a long shadow down the gloomy, torch-lit corridor as he looked me over. "Bella who did this to you?" His rough hands roamed up and down my arms, appraising my bruises. The sensation of his tender touch against my battered skin made me close my eyes as butterflies stormed my stomach. Up and down his hands roamed, every single bruise noted and tenderly examined by him with concern knotted across his brow. "We need to get out of here, but I'll tell you everything," I whispered, my eyes still shut as his hands desperately explored my arms, shoulders, and neck. I sighed deeply at the crackling sensation his hands left on my skin as if his ve
Speedily washed, fed and in fresh clean clothes, I felt like a completely different person. Gitte was constantly on alert looking out for Lucien. I grew restless with anticipation as the minutes ticked by until his return. I wore a new black tank top and soft black leggings, my hair now clean and glossy though there was no mirror to tell if it was still a crazy mess I didn’t care so much anymore. Feeling like a naughty child placed on a step I longed to leave the cabin and see if I could find him. Every nerve jangled, hoping I hadn’t made him think I didn’t return his affection. Finally, I could take it no longer, I pulled on my black boots and started down the path where he had gathered the wood. The steep incline made me gasp as I marvelled at how strong he had been to carry me on his shoulders all this way. Gitte noticed a small collection of rocks and boulders off the path and nudged me to investigate. As I approached, ducking and bending under branches I saw his
A moan of desire escaped as another ripping noise spelt the end of those too. Cold air rushed to my bare skin, clashing with the warmth of his arms and torso as he came down again to kiss me. "Lucien," I murmured as he kissed and nipped my neck. "I meant it you know, I love you," Stopping, and looking deeply into my eyes, in a husky, serious tone he whispered, "Don’t tell me that again, not until you know my past." "Fine, I know my mind though,” I grumbled, wriggling under his touch, “I'm not going to chase you to tell me anything, it's your call, just…don't stop touching me please" I sighed, running my hands up and down his bare chest. A low groan escaped him as he whispered, "I don't want to hurt you, you've had the shit kicked out of you." "Then just make me happy," I purred, "I know you know what to do," as my hand slid down to feel his perfect ass causing him to bury his head in my neck and kiss it softly, teasing a little moan out
I shook Alexander awake the night after Alpha Francis’ arrival before the sun was even up. The commitment ceremony was tomorrow, and we had a full day of Alpha Francis and his creepy intensity to juggle. Sleep had come in fits and starts as the visions became more vivid, more gruesome as Alexander remained lying in a pool of blood with the huge assassin looming. The only extra information I had been able to glean from the visions was that the dress plummeting over the side was of dark blue material and the sun was low in the sky as if it were evening. Normally I would have woken up and left him sleeping, but not today. Maybe not ever again. Knowing that allowing our bond to weaken had almost cost us everything changed how I saw everything. I remember he once told me that Fate drove men crazy, I could understand why, my visions hadn’t shifted once. Frustratingly repetitive despite our best attempts to anticipate what was coming made me feel devoid of any c
FOUR YEARS LATERThe softly lapping river is a constant source of joy. It gives the small family within all they need. Fresh drinking water cleans their clothes and bodies. Little Zena, a black-haired bundle of energy loves creating boats out of anything she can get her hands on, green eyes with a cat-like tilt sparkling as she works.Her little brother Finn is more reserved, he can spend hours laid beside the river, the gentle sounds of the brook helping his imagination wander into the far-off lands of adventure he hears his parents talking about.Their parents were doting and kind. At night they would pack them into their big, shared bed, the duck feather mattresses and pillow cushioning them softly, and tell them tales of daring adventures. How on their motorcycles they had travelled hundreds of miles to the very
The familiar little cottage with the bent chimney soon came into view. My stomach churned but I tried to clamp down on my worries for Lucien. He knew what he was doing, my sending him waves of panic was hardly going to help.We pulled up outside the cottage and he sat for a minute with his head down breathing deeply. Hopping off the bike and taking my helmet off I slowly wandered down the crooked path towards the door. I had last knocked on this door living under Bram’s shadow, Gitte hiding in the wings. Padgett and whatever it was she could do was our best chance at getting some closure on the pain Lucien was suffering.The door slowly opened, and that familiar face reappeared. The chunky, clanging jewellery and grey eyes were the same. Her Wispy auburn hair scattered around her face like a misshapen crown and if anything she had become even plumper. She
Marked. Finally I had everything I ever wanted.Lucien's eyes went to the sky as he struggled to contain his pleasure. The base of his cock had swollen like a plug clamping us together. Every tiny movement rubbed my clit against it.After all the pleasure he had given me the tables were suddenly turned. Now knotted he was the one who could be pleasured no end. His eyes shot to mine as I rocked my hips. I think he thought I'd have nothing left.To be honest three earth shattering orgasms and I should have been out for the count. But that mark, being given that seemed to be a recharge and now all I wanted was to watch that handsome bastard lose it all over again."Bella," he said in a warning voice."What?" I said innocently, c
I had her right where I wanted her. Naked, the firelight bouncing off her immaculate body and all mine. She fully deserved this, all afternoon my cock had been in agony against the saddle of the bike.I'd sped up, swerved, slowed down to let her overtake me trying to think of anything to get her mind off my dick. The past few days have been unreal. It's a strange sensation allowing all this love and adoration to seep into my bones. She was everything, her grey eyes sparkling and laughing as she whizzed by in the sunshine.But right now, here in the moonlight she was all mine. Her quivering, shaking body was already wracked with pressure. Just my fingers probing inside her gave me fireworks, watching her jerk to my command made my dick twitch harder with every gulp of air she swallowed in.My dick didn't need any mor
Our first job was to get back to the gold. I kind of enjoyed having to live rough on the road again. I really am not made for the high end luxury life in a castle it turns out. The days were long but the views were stunning.Long open roads, winding valleys, lakes and the back of Lucien. I blamed the bikes, the vibration and the pebbly path but really, the reason I joyously leapt onto him and showered him with kisses every time we stopped was because I was that attracted to him.Three days staring at his back on the roads meant I knew the outline of his body better than my own. His soft boyish curls of short brown hair that softened his appearance. The wide, humongously muscled shoulders that looked as though they could rip trees from the ground.The very best thing was pulling up alongside him every so often and ca
My eyes fluttered open after a huge splash of water hit my face.A terrifying thought struck me as I spluttered back into consciousness that I was back in the river and that everything between Lucien and I had been a coma dream. Thankfully the first thing I saw, same as back when he first rescued me were those eyes. Kind, full of love and concern and for the first time, brimming with tears.“Lucien, they said I could go,” I whispered, placing my hand on his cheek softly brushing away his tear.He didn’t say a word, just held me closer to him, squeezing me as though I might fly away if he loosened his grip. “Lucien, we can be together,” I whispered again, this time placing a soft kiss upon his cheek.He stroked my hair softly, although
Beta Jackson was sent on his mission before the sun rose this morning. We had found out their location yesterday to be honest but I pleaded with Alexander to give them one more night.“If had been us, possibly separated forever, what harm would it do?” I had said.“Your faith in them still being there is staggering,” he grunted, kissing me and playing with one of my long brown curls as we sat on the bleachers together once more. We were finding ourselves outside of the castle more frequently.Almost as though the castle had become a place with too many associations, too many awful things had happened. Murder, devastation and plots had spoiled it for a while. Being amongst the gardens, watching the defence training taking place whilst taking deep lungful’s of air, that made us happ
I had imagined every possible scenario for how this meeting would go. I remembered her parents from some of the Full Moon Balls. They were fairly plain but both shared Grace’s pale blue eyes. They had lived in Silver City then, as soon as Grace had been mated to Bram they had been allocated a town house in the centre. Apparently Grace had been a regular visitor to them. I once saw them walking around the market square just outside the castle and felt a wave of guilt. Of course the times she went for these visits were the same times Bram visited me. I often dreamed that Bram encouraged her visits, so desperate to spend time with me, it made me feel special. From my room I could see the castle courtyard and I would watch her head off, blonde hair bouncing and flowing as the crowds gave way for her. It was my prompt to make sure I was ready, knowing any second B
We held hands tightly in silence all the way there. Entwined together like ancient tree branches. There was nothing to say that we hadn't covered last night. It is not a word I use but it was perfect. It made confessing the stains of my life, my savage destruction of my own family feel like it was worth it. Airing out the poison in order to create a clean, fresh start. My mind buzzed with the possibility that perhaps this medicine woman might be the one to finally reconnect me with my family. My mother in particular. I got my greeny eyes from and nothing else. She was a small dark haired woman with a sparkling laugh and a constant need to be in contact. As I told Bella last night you couldn't move in our house, neither me or Felicia without being swept into a cuddle, a squeeze or a hair ruffle by her. I didn't tell Bella that she was exactly the type of