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
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
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
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
“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
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
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
Chris pushed open the door, his stomach in a tight coiled knot. He just couldn’t shift it, couldn’t calm down. His parents prattling on with the importance of the next stage of his life. “Trey?” he called into the Gamma suite.“Yup? What’s up?” Trey’s oak haired head popped through the doorway to their living room.Chris walked right past him, making himself at home without invitation, “Why does anything need to be up?” his nonchalance did not match his internal feeling.“Because you look like shit. It’s not tomorrow is it?”“Course not. I’m going to find her straight away.” His confidence a mask, a hope no one would sense these worries... anxieties.“You probably won’t find her tomorrow," Trey reassured warmly. "There’s no pressure for it to be instant. Your brother didn’t find his mate for nearly a decade, remember.”“I don’t think I can wait that long,” Chris whispered.Trey’s hand fell heavily on the younger wolf. “You don’t need a mate to complete you.”“I know… I just… erm- I ju
Chris raced back to the palace, getting to his room still in fur form. His wolf was annoyed the human side had turned tail. Chris didn’t care. That was not his mate. Fuck what his wolf said. Nope.Never going to happen. He showered and dressed in more formal attire than he would usually wear. Today was his coming of age day. Even if he didn’t feel much like celebrating. He headed down to the communal kitchen, as he suspected, his parents were there. “Happy birthday, son!” His father, Former King Xander, rose from where he sat at the large dining table. “Thank you, father.” Chris put on a large smile, going over to his mother. “Morning, darling. My youngest baby is all grown up!” She cupped his cheeks, laying wet kisses over his face.“Mam’ma!” he brushed her off him. “I’m not a baby!” “I know, but you’re so cute!” He scoffed and rolled his eyes at her before sitting down next to his father at the table. “Smelt your mate yet?” his father asked expectantly.“No. She won’t be here,
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