I backed away, allowing Azalea to head towards Ivan, witnessing him attempting to take the reins of the relationship for the first time. He was such a kind, positive guy I imagined he helped Azalea willingly. How much he knew he was going against Alexander I couldn't tell yet.
Angry hearts reveal deep truths though and soon a full-scale row developed.
"Ivan, calm down, let's talk about this. I have never lied to you, you are my mate."
"Never lied to me? Then where were you that afternoon in Five Lakes when I was searching everywhere for you?"
She coloured and tucked her hair behind her ear quickly. "I got lost!"
"You sure you weren't meeting an assassin? An assassin for Alpha Alexander? My Alpha - the one I've sworn loyalty to for life!"
She blanched, caught out once more and her eyes became wet and glossy. Her dancing between two men had come home to roost but my heart still ached in sympathy for Ivan.
"Ivan, it had to be a se
Lucien completely ignored Alexander, instead he climbed out of the ditch, pulling me up with his hand to stand beside him. Silently he looked him up and down in a stand-off. Alpha Alexander was not for moving though and I could feel the force of his anger attempting to cow Gitte into submission as one of his pack members.“I will ask again, exactly what the fuck is the escaped prisoner and the assassin meant to kill me doing hiding in the woods, exactly where I am passing.”Lucien breathed in deeply, he was taller and broader than Alexander, though both were hugely muscular men I didn’t doubt that Lucien would hold the edge in a physical battle. This couldn’t happen though, just because both men had ego’s and some weird unresolved tension didn’t mean it had to end in violence.“We were actually coming back to assist, seeing as we just saw one of your closest Beta’s sprinting away from you I would suggest that you n
Ignoring Kyra’s protests and openly defying Alexander’s instructions to remain safely inside, I quickly pushed my way through the servants and residents of the castle. I completely forgot there was a whole ballroom of guests and family members expecting a ceremony to take place until I heard the strains of violins gearing up to play the entrance music. Feeling the guilt on Ivan’s behalf I quickly headed into the room. The whole room beamed at me, ready for a celebration of true love. The ballroom was decorated with wildflowers and ivy, so many different flowers I hadn’t seen since living in Five Lakes. Ivan and Azalea must have picked out together. They had shared a life for eight months, the same length as me and Alex. To walk away from that must be absolutely killing Ivan. Fyre nudged me into action, I was a Luna, this was no occasion to be weak and sentimental. Steeling myself I headed to the top of the room where the crowd gave me benevolent smiles of expectation
It looked like a battle between good and evil from our standpoint between the pine trees, Alpha Francis clad entirely in black versus Alexander in his crisp white shirt. It seemed the assassin, or rather Lucien as it appeared he was called, had been observing, not getting involved. I couldn’t help but stare at his scars, though they appeared less raw than the last time I saw him. “What’s happening?” I hissed at him, noticing he had his arm wrapped around Bella protectively the instant we crouched down alongside him. Definitely an interesting road trip for those two Fyre mused, finding their shared connection sweet in a strange way. Like poppies from a battlefield. “There’s a lot of talk about you,” he said flatly, and irritatingly vague. My head spun back to the action at hand as voices raised again. “Just tell me, Francis, what are you expecting to get out of this? You know you are going to be hung on the east wall for this kind of treason. Are you planning
Following Alpha Francis down the path filled me with a sense of dread. What the hell was I doing, following the Alpha who had locked Bella up to protect him from the Alpha who had beaten her to a pulp in that van. Both could rot really for all I cared, but last night, in those small moments of clarity I managed to find in between the ecstasy I had sworn to do better. I needed to follow Bella’s lead and try to care about more than myself. If that meant being on hand to protect Alexander, if necessary, then I was there. But only if necessary. I wasn’t risking adding more scars to my collection for no reason. I shook my head as I heard Bella scampering down the road. She must think I am deaf. Her feet pounded down the gravel path, I knew she would though. There was no way she was going to stay hidden, she had this burning desire to try and right her wrongs. It made me worry though, as I stalked through the trees, what can you do to be forgiven for a murder? Vikt
The disgustingly warm coating that followed told me I had won this battle. I fought myself back up onto four paws, dropping the mangled carcass of Francis to the ground as he bled out. Looking up to the top of the ravine I searched for Bella, I shifted back into human form to give myself a better view. I grabbed Francis’ abandoned cloak and wrapped it around my waist as I returned to see the statue of Alexander. It wasn't great. Even from a distance the amount of blood and his pale skin made me winced. As I closed in on him, my bare feet crunching the leaves, Helena was knelt on the ground cradling his head weeping. As she saw me approach, standing over his bleeding, naked body she screamed and was quickly wrapped into the arms of a wide-eyed massive giant of a Beta guard as she fought against collapsing herself. I had forgotten I was covered from my pecs to my shins in Alpha Francis's blood. Bad move. "Hel…" the gargled croak of Alexander managed to
Walking back with Helena whilst Lucien and Beta Jackson hauled, well for want of a better word, the carcass of Alpha Alexander back to the castle I struggled to keep it together. I'd seen him get stabbed and the blood start to ooze, an uncomfortable enough reminder of my past as it was. By the time I'd nearly broken my legs half a dozen times on the way down the ravine the image was too grizzly to take in. Three men naked, covered in blood, two on the floor. My eyes shot to Lucien as he was absolutely drenched red in it, but standing upright. It took me a second to realise he was drenched in the blood of Alpha Francis who lay on the ground missing his throat. The relief at seeing him unharmed sent relief washing over me in waves. It had given me enough courage to haul Helena from the ground. The journey back to the castle was largely a blur as a disturbing numbness took hold. Thankfully Helena wasn't up to talking either, we both just clung on like boats in a
Alexander’s breathing was tormented and ragged as I steeled myself to touch him. I could feel the pressure from Helena’s stare bearing down on me like a dropped anchor, willing me to somehow make him magically bounce back. The fact most strongly in Alexander’s favour for survival was that the blade used by Alpha Francis had not been pure silver. Wolves cannot shifter heal from a blade made of silver. I thought of poor Lucien’s neck, forever burning, and crying out on his neck, his shifter healing constantly trying to make it better but failing. I tried to take confidence from the fact my efforts, or at least my emerging love for him had made a difference. It must have, for him to speak up to Helena as though I had the ability. With Lucien’s green eyes, how he looked at me that first time outside, when we lay together, and he realised I wanted to touch him. Those gorgeous green, gentle eyes softened the rest of his harsh face as I slowly placed my hand on the ridged s
That was the longest, quietest, most horrendous twenty-four hours of my life. Never have I been so completely helpless before. Having to watch my beautiful mate, my darling Alexander being stitched up and repaired like a broken toy by doctors hurt me to the core. His skin was a stomach-churning grey pallor by the time Bella arrived. Kyra had told me to be patient with her but honestly, I had no faith in her abilities. Especially when all she did was rub his stitches a bit. I was so close to telling her to take her filthy hands off him to avoid infection. But again, and I have lost count of how many times this has happened now Bella has proven me wrong. Every time I think I have her understood and her feelings covered another layer appears. The love she has for the assassin, the fact she could persuade Ivan to release her, the way she threw herself down a ravine to help. She took control of me, walking and calming me all the way back to the castle-like an army veteran
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