Chris was packed with his possessions in the boot of one of the family’s SUVs. He had said goodbye to everyone, unsure how long his tour would last. Marc and his father had stated a few expectations. Mainly to not embarrass the crown, to remember who he was and it would be polite to stay for a week in each pack.
His guards were there to protect him and he would do well to remember that too. He sighed, wondering how much the guards would get in the way, and wishing at least one of the Gammas were going with them… but they weren’t. Marc had assured some of their best were going with him.
Matilda slid into the driver’s seat. Alright… he could cope with her. She was strong, graceful, and delicate like a samurai sword. “We’re nearly ready, My Prince.”
Chains dragged across the rough stone floor, he coughed, his throat dry. His ribs were sore but not as bad as the day before. The fear chilled him more than the damp cold air. He wanted his mother, his father, his brother. He wanted his sister to be OK… where was she? He was so scared. Be a good little boy, that’s what the man had said… he just needed to be good. The creek of the cell door swinging open made him scuttle back to the far wall as far as his chains allowed. Clouds of terror fogged his mind.Deep cognac eyes floated into the fog, he felt warm, he felt safe. He looked around, the dark dank cell had made way for a cloud of golden light, he was floating. Beautiful silky auburn hair tickled his neck as lips caressed the sensitive skin. No-one had ever kissed there, it felt so good. Large hands roamed over his chest and abdomen, his whole body tingling.
Chris flung himself face down on the bed, he had half an hour to get his arse in gear and get down to the ball that had been thrown for him. Luca was going to show him the way to the hall in the centre of their town.He didn’t want to go.Call him a whingy baby, but he hated social gatherings, he felt it would be fine if he didn’t have to have a massive smile on his face and dance with every available female. He was dreading it. He’d been kept busy during the day being shown their packland.He had to admit it was a lovely place, he could see that everyone was happy. Pups ran around without a care in the world. Full growns spent their spare time in little eater
The silence of his wolf only lasted until morning. Unfortunately, he’d take the silence anyday. ‘Mate. Mate knows. Mate upset. Don’t want anyone but mate.’ It was a constant monologue.Con.stant.‘Go to mate. See mate. Smell mate. I can smell mate. Want mate.’Chris pressed his palms into his eyes. He had to admit the night before in that alleyway had been an awakening. He’d never believe it would feel that good. Never believed it would happen outside of a mateship. And certainly
Over the next few weeks and the next few packs, he found himself being propositioned left right and centre… never for mateship, always for sex. Female after female was snuck into his room only then to ensure they left before Jaxson finished his shift.Yes, Chris had taken to ‘proving’ he didn’t need Jaxson through the only method that shut his wolf up. For a few wonderful hours, his wolf was silent. However, as soon as he came back, he made it known his anger, his irritation, his fury.His mind was splitting in half, he felt so much of a pull it was a sheer magnet forcing him from his room. But he stayed as he was, head in hands trying to shift the torrent of hatred his wolf was supplying. Letting him out for a run was a bad idea, Chris couldn’t see how he’d b
Jaxson pitched over, his hands on his knees after he’d finished the course this pack had set up. It wasn’t as complex as the one in the Royal packlands, but it was a lot longer. His head thudded with exertion… but it was a welcome feeling. “Did that in record time, no wonder you’re protecting the prince.” Matlock approached him, slapping him on the back in congratulations.“Gotta work hard,” Jaxson panted.“Yeah, can see that.”He’d heard bad things about the Huntermoon pack, but so far, he hadn’t sensed any issues. They were welcoming, the Alpha wasn’t as nearly hot headed as he’d heard, and the warriors trained hard.Matlock handed him a bo
Chris settled on top of the bed, not really ready for sleep but it was guard rotation in five minutes, so he’d hidden in his room. He let out a sigh, staring up at the ceiling with a blank mind. His mind had been blank a lot recently.A tap drew his eyebrows together. Then another. He sat up, looking at the door but it hadn’t sounded like anything banging against wood. He dropped his legs from the bed and approached the window. Peering through, he saw the future alpha, George. “Get down here!” he whispered up.“What are you doing?” he whispered back so his guards wouldn’t hear.“Sneaking you out! Just climb down!” Chris looked back at the door, should he?
Chris’ head pounded, the throbbing closer to when he had his head kicked in. A cold trickle ran down his spine. Why would his head be pounding so bad? Had he been in a fight? He couldn’t remember… shit! Why couldn’t he remember? He worked his tongue around his mouth, tasting alcohol, something sweet like sugar and musky pussy. He scrunched his nose up… it wasn’t a good taste to wake up to in the morning. He tried to run a hand over his face to wake himself up, finding him unable to do so. He frowned, cracking his eyes open only to immediately regret it with the blinding light of the sun’s surface. He groaned to himself. He pulled at his arms, wanting to sit up. Clan
“OK, what the fuck was that about?” Adam asked as they sniffed through the wood, looking for their charge. “What was what?” “That, back there with the Prince.” “I dunno, nightmare or sommat,” Jaxson replied flippantly. “No, you went in there like your fucking arse was on fire. Like you knew.” “He linked me.” “Only you?” Adam asked skeptically. “Well… it seems so.” “I heard him, Jax. I heard him.” Jaxson went cold, having a suspicion what he was on about. “The mind link? So why the fuck the th
Boots thudded against paving slabs, his strides quick… yet confident. He smiled politely at the wolves he passed, receiving warm greetings and smiles in return, “Good morning, My Prince.” A female waved at him. “Morning.” He nodded, continuing on his way. He reached the bakers, collecting the bread he’d placed on order, before heading to the butchers. The repeats of ‘good mornings’ and ‘hellos’ following him around. It wasn’t something that he minded anymore. It was actually quite refreshing being spoken to rather than everyone shying away from him, or looking away. Or whispering. That didn’t happen anymore. It had taken a few months for the pack to settle down, get used to the idea of same-sex mateships. Now, a year later, other’s didn’t even bat an eye. He’d he
Almost two weeks later, their lives had grown into a routine that would soon change. This was the last day before Jaxson went back to work, back to training. Chris would miss him but knew Jaxson was itching to get back to his job. Not that he had to work, but he wanted to. It seemed Jaxson didn’t do too well inside.Chris stretched in their position on the much larger sofa; Chris had mentioned to Klara that his sofa was too small, low and behold, two days later, this comfortable four seater had arrived. It was much more suited to Jaxson’s size and Chris’ height. “Want some chocolate?” Jaxson mumbled, sliding from behind him to stand.“Nah, I’m good.”But he did want some… he blinked as Jaxson disappeared. He wanted chocolate and he said no…He sat up, forearms on his knees as his mate walked bac
“I’m sorry,” Jaxson mumbled as they made their way back to the palace. “I don’t know what came over me.” “It’s OK. We thought we were safe. I guess Laura lied.” Chris looked to his bare feet as he walked. He had been certain Laura was behind it all. Guilt barrelled into Chris, and he knew it wasn’t his own. “I should have been more aware… I shouldn’t have offered to be your guard… I wasn’t paying attention. I-” “Jaxson,” Chris barked looking to the other male. “It is not your fault.” He stepped into his way, blocking his path and clasped his hand between Chris’ two palms before reaching up and swiping his thumbs gently over Jaxson’s cheekbones. “There is no reason for your guilt. The more guilty you feel, the more I feel it.” He rested his forehead against the other male. “I want to get back, please?” The urge to complete the process was burning throug
Jaxson snarled. Two against one wasn’t a particularly fair fight, but nothing he couldn’t cope with. He was a little more preoccupied with the three on Chris. He’d pushed as much confidence and courage into him, knowing he wasn’t a fighter. He lunged at the tan wolf who had first appeared from the trees in skin form. A clear wound oozing from his jaw. Jaxson wasn’t without injury. He was ignoring a burn in his ribs and a hind leg that wouldn’t straighten.It would be really nice for his body not to hurt for just one day.He pushed forward, forcing the lighter wolf towards the trees, a pain slammed through his front leg and he found himself on his back, he snarled, he needed to focus but the scene to his left was one he couldn’t ignore. His uncle bearing down on Chris. Bearing down on what’s his.The disappointment and hurt was grinding into him like a pestle agains
Chris tugged Jaxson’s maroon t-shirt down, beyond the muscle bulging from his neck and shoulders. The same was happening to him, Jaxson’s fingertips brushed his skin gently, tingles of pleasurable electricity zapped from his fingers. A shiver worked its way down his spine. He nestled his teeth against Jaxson’s skin, a spot that would half be visible on most of his t-shirts. Chris’ movements were mimicked, sharp canines scraped his skin working a moan from deep in his chest.“Together.” Jaxson’s link came through, without any indication, they bit deep into each other’s flesh at exactly the same moment.Groans of pleasure rumbled around the small clearing. It hurt, but it was like no pain he’d felt before. It was blissful. He shivered as Jaxson r
The next morning, Chris fussed over Jaxson but noticed he seemed much more himself. His wolf still wasn’t with him as far as he knew, but he was ready to be out of bed, still keeping Chris close by… he still seemed to have a fear Chris would spontaneously disappear. Understandable in his eyes. “Mark.” Chris’ wolf was being quite insistent after breakfast. He could only promise his wolf, that soon, soon they would mark. He nuzzled Jaxson’s hair while the larger male laid over Chris like a weighted blanket. He never felt being crushed would be a form of security… but with Jaxson it was different. He was glad to be pressed so far into the hard sofa that he could feel the frame below the cushions. “Need a bigger sofa,” Jaxson mumbled, wriggling his feet that were hanging over the arm to make a point. “I’ll see what we can get,” Chris promised, “A two-seater isn’t really ideal.” “You sure I’m alright staying here?” “What do you mean? Do you not want to-” “Course. I just… not sure. I
Boots thudded against paving slabs, his strides quick… yet confident. He smiled politely at the wolves he passed, receiving warm greetings and smiles in return, “Good morning, My Prince.” A female waved at him.“Morning.” He nodded, continuing on his way. He reached the bakers, collecting the bread he’d placed on order, before heading to the butchers. The repeats of ‘good mornings’ and ‘hellos’ following him around.It wasn’t something that he minded anymore.It was actually quite refreshing being spoken to rather than everyone shying away from him, or looking away.Or whispering.That didn’t happen anymore. It had taken a few months for the pack to settle down, get used to the idea of same-sex mateship
Almost two weeks later, their lives had grown into a routine that would soon change. This was the last day before Jaxson went back to work, back to training. Chris would miss him but knew Jaxson was itching to get back to his job. Not that he had to work, but he wanted to. It seemed Jaxson didn’t do too well inside.Chris stretched in their position on the much larger sofa; Chris had mentioned to Klara that his sofa was too small, low and behold, two days later, this comfortable four seater had arrived. It was much more suited to Jaxson’s size and Chris’ height. “Want some chocolate?” Jaxson mumbled, sliding from behind him to stand.“Nah, I’m good.”But he did want some… he blinked as Jaxson disappeared. He wanted chocolate and he said no…He sat up, forearms on his knees as his mate walked bac
“I’m sorry,” Jaxson mumbled as they made their way back to the palace. “I don’t know what came over me.”“It’s OK. We thought we were safe. I guess Laura lied.” Chris looked to his bare feet as he walked. He had been certain Laura was behind it all. Guilt barrelled into Chris, and he knew it wasn’t his own.“I should have been more aware… I shouldn’t have offered to be your guard… I wasn’t paying attention. I-”“Jaxson,” Chris barked looking to the other male. “It is not your fault.” He stepped into his way, blocking his path and clasped his hand between Chris’ two palms before reaching up and swiping his thumbs gently over Jaxson’s cheekbones. “There is no reason for your guilt. The more guilty you feel, the more I feel it.” He rested