Terren
I was hungry
Hungry to free my wolf that is. For six god-damned days I have been in the city, encased in a steel-and-glass building sixteen hours at a time with nothing but concrete under my feet, day and night. I desperately needed to fill my lungs with the scent of warm earth, sweet pine, and rich, verdant life if I was to sustain whatever remained of my sanity.I needed to run with my wolves and lead them on a kill. To feel flesh part under my claws, for raw meat to give beneath my fangs. The insistent pressure between my thighs and the shimmer of pheromones coating my skin also kept reminding me of another critical need I was neglecting, a need that is not so readily satisfied. It was much too risky. I’d gone too long without sexual release, but I can't risk even a nice good old tumble in the sheets, all sweaty, steamy and oh so satisfying with a willing female when my wolf seemed insistent on claiming a mate. That is not something I am going to ever do. Why the hell does Scooby want a mate so badly anyway? Lycans age far slower than humans, some even living for as long as centuries, and yet here I was, barely two decades and already the wolfish bastard wants to bag himself a wife. Come on, I am way too young for this. I sure hope this is just a phase or something, cos I've been celibate for the past two years now, and it hasn't been fun. Never long on patience, I was edgy and amped on adrenaline and hormones. Even knowing I could be in my part of the Simmerian Forest in twenty minutes tops in my private jet, that didn’t curb my temper while I sat at a desk in the Argent Industries building doing stupid paperwork. Stupid though it was, it was a necessary evil. I needed to do the what was expected of me and more as I am the Alpha of one of, if not 'the', most powerful pack in the country. This tremendous responsibility had fallen to my scarred hands when I had ascended to Alpha shortly after I had torn a hole in my Dear Old Dad's chest. Ah, fond memories. Just the mere thought of that blessed day is enough to lift my spirit and lighten my mood. Well, just slightly. I stood up and spun around to face the view of the Hudson River six blocks away. A breeze through the open windows of the fourteenth-floor office carried a teasing hint of the river on a raft of summer heat, reminding me that my imprisonment was only temporary. A fresh wave of pure need hit me and I growled softly, my right hand tightening on the leather arm of my desk chair. The wood creaked, protesting the crushing pressure, and I consciously relaxed her fingers one by one, until I had released the poor thing, saving it from imminent destruction. Now, if only someone could come save me. The door behind me opened and a husky alto voice inquired, “Alpha?”I swiveled around to come face to face with my dear beloved Fione, Fione Fang, my second and head enforcer—the Beta to my Alpha. She was the second in command of the Pack and the head of it's security. One of the wolves closest and dearest to my heart, Fione was also my best friend—we’d grown up together, surviving through a very harsh and cruel childhood, courtesy of my now deceased Father, may his soul rot in hell. When we could escape the prying eyes of my bastard father and his lackeys, we tussled and played dominance games as adolescents, then sparred together as adults. And yes, we slept together once or twice but it was strictly a friends with benefits kind of hookup. Only with more teeth. And claws.Tonight, my Beta wore her usual uniform—a formfitting gold T-shirt, black leather pants, and soft, velvety leather high heeled boots that reached her mid-thigh. Hell if I knew how she fought in them, but I totally see how practical they can be when I considered the incredibly sharp and painfully thin blade, hidden within the stilletos. I have seen them at work and I must say they are a very nice touch. Her compact muscular form looked hard and battle worthy, despite the soft swell of her full breasts and the luscious fall of thick red curls that touched the top of her shoulder blades. Fione had sensed the rise of my wolf, stirring Fione’s instinctive need to guard her Alpha against any and all distress. I didn’t find Fione’s sudden appearance in the office an intrusion on my privacy. Pack members had very few physical or emotional boundaries. "I'm fine, Fione." I told her, perhaps not convincingly enough, as I could still see a glimmer of concern in her eyes as she looked at me. When she saw that I not going to be asking for any assistance or help for anything, like for instance, a quick romp, she backed out of the room after one last searching look and closed the door. I reluctantly brought my stubborn wolf to heel, promising him and I freedom soon. My wolf growled, telling me he wanted more than just 'freedom' but I quickly shushed him up. Don't be greedy pup.I looked at the time from the clock on the wall.Almost ten thirty. Traffic on the Northway would be light this time of night. I couldn’t wait to remove my damned white linen shirt and tailored black trousers, a necessary concession to my high-profile persona as the CEO of Argent Industrie. If I and my wolves who also worked in the building left now, we’d be home before full moonrise. Running under the light of the moon was my favorite time to hunt—the forest took on a primeval glow and the very air seemed to shimmer with moon dust. I preferred to run in moonlight whenever I could so I did so, even though most of us Lycans have evolved to the point where we no longer needed the pull of the full moon to shift.I and my Pack could shift at any time, although I alone could shift instantaneously. Even my most dominant wolves would need a minute or more to accomplish the change. My unique ability to call my wolf at any time, to shift partially or totally at will, was one of my greatest joys and helped balance the price I paid in loneliness for being the Alpha. They say it is lonely at the top. I say truer words have never been spoken.“Fione,” I said quietly as I packed my briefcase. The door opened and my Beta slipped inside. Fione’s bright violet eyes took in the unfinished meal I had delivered earlier in the evening and narrowed in displeasure. I ignored the look. “Have Tony bring the Rover around. It's time we went home.”“You didn’t eat.”“I stopped needing a mother when she hung herself, Fione. I don't need you to take her place. Trust me.”Fione folded her arms beneath her breasts and spread her legs, an aggressive stance. She met my eyes for a second before looking away. “I never said you needed a mother. It's more like you need a mate. If you won’t look after yourself—”“Fione.” I gave a warning growl. I knew many Pack members were anxious for me to take a mate, not because of pressure to produce an heir—I had decades for that—but because I would have more protection. The Alpha of the Pack could accept intimate care and safeguarding from a mate, whereas he couldn’t from anyone else. I had my reasons for ignoring the not-so-subtle hints that Fione and those close to me had been making, especially over the last one year. I did not want a mate. I had seen and still remember the desolation in my mother’s eyes. Desolation my father, her mate, put there —he had left her broken, an empty shell of who she had once been. I had lost my mother, and in many ways, long before she had looped a silk rope round her neck and hung herself. When you mate with someone, you give them a very dangerous power, the power to hurt you deeper and more excruciatingly than anyone else ever can. It makes you vulnerable. I would never willingly allow myself to be that vulnerable for anyone. Ever. “We’ve had this discussion. I have absolutely no desire to have it again.”“You’ve been working twenty hours a day for eight months and ignoring your needs. It’s not going to help the Pack if you’re too weak to stand a challenge.” Fione was a dominant Were at the top of the Pack hierarchy, and one of the few who would dare incite my ire in order to protect me. And I loved her it, I really did, but that did not make it rankle me less. I cleared the desk so quickly Fione barely had time to put her back against the door before I towered over her. I didn’t touch her. I didn’t have to. Fione dropped her chin and turned her face away. I brought my lips close to Fione’s ear, nibbling it, and when I spoke, even the Lycans outside in the hall, who could hear a mouse in the walls three floors below them, did not hear my voice. As their Alpha, I could speak to them telepathically with my mind using the mental link as effortlessly as I could with words. Do you question my ability to lead, Beta Mine?Fione shivered and tilted her head, further exposing her neck. A Lycan as powerful as I could crush the windpipe or tear open the great vessels in seconds. “No, Alpha, I do not doubt you. But I am responsible for keeping the Pack safe, and for that, we need you.”Am I not always here for you?“Yes, Alpha,” Fione whispered, her eyes nearly closed, her gaze still averted. “But many in the Pack fear what will happen if the humans decide to hunt us. You give them the strength to fight that fear.” I do don't I? I thought to myself as I sighed and pressed my mouth to Fione’s neck, grazing the bounding pulse with my fully erupted canines. My touch was possessive, not sexual. Fione was my wolf, as were all the wolves in the Silvermoon Pack, and Fione needed my touch, my heat, my strength. Isolation was a form of death for a Lycan. There was no such thing as a successful Lone Wolf in our species. You are either Pack.. or you are Rogue. Fione arched subtly against me, taking comfort from my reassurance. I growled and bit down gently until Fione whined, her shiver of fear turning to pleasure. Gradually, Fione relaxed against my body, at ease and content. Only then did I release her.“Do not worry, my wolf,” I whispered aloud. “The Pack will always come before all else in my life.”“I know,” Fione murmured, she seemed to look grateful and saddened at the same time.“Come on.” I squeezed Fione’s shoulder. “Would you maybe like to run with me tonight?”“With pleasure, Alpha.” Fione reached for the door and then abruptly stepped in front of it. “Wait.”I felt it too. Waves of tension streaming toward me from the guards outside the door, but I could sense no immediate threat. No scent of enemies. “Open it.”Fione open the door as I told her to, but continued to shield my body with her own.“What is it, Talon?” Talon, a barrel-chested male easily four inches taller than my own six feet four inches, filled the doorway, his grizzled face tight with strain. “We have a problem. Several of the pups slipped our perimeters and left the Den. We just found out.”Damn it. This is so not how I wanted to spend my free time “Where are they?” Heat flared in my eyes. The northern extent of Pack land bordered the Furback Pack territory. And they were not our friends.That particular pack of Lycans have been at war with us since we carved a huge chunk in the slice of the pie that was Simmerian Forest for our territory. They were more territorial than any other pack of wolves in the country. They would not give safe passage within their territory, even to foolish wolf pups.“They went through the southern border of the Den,” Max replied.Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck. Double Fuck. That was the border separating us from the rogues. Who? Who could be so foolish? Even as I asked myself these questions, an image began to form in my mind...“Who?” I asked, though I could already hazard a guess.“Cain, Lorna, and Tega."I cursed. Of course it's them. Who else could it be? Only the most troublesome trio of pups in the pack could find themselves in so much trouble. They've been dying to win my approval ever since they started their enforcer's training. No matter how many times I tried to tell them they had nothing to prove, they always, always pulled stunts like this. If only they weren't so damn adorable...Goddess. When I lay my paws on them, they're in for some serious spanking. Three teenagers, two dominant young sisters and a submissive young male, all in military training at the Den—My home and Pack headquarters. The adolescents had strict curfews, not only because they were still too immature to control their shifts in the face of rampant hormonal changes, but because like all young wild animals, they craved excitement and had no sense of their own mortality. I cursed again. Cursing is all I seemed to be doing today. I shouldered them aside and was halfway down the hall before I even aware I had moved. Fione, Talon, and the third guard, Ren, ran after me, trying to keep up. I didn’t bother with the elevator but loped into the stairwell, grasped the metal railing, and vaulted over the side and onto the landing one floor below. I leapt down, floor by floor, until I landed on my feet having reached ground level seconds later. When I went through the door into the dark, I was racing on all fours. The others couldn’t shift while moving, and I didn’t wait for them. I was the Pack Alpha, and three of mine was in danger.I ran alone through the night, fury rushing through my veins. Goddess have mercy on any who harms my pups...I sure as hell won't.I ran.I have been running my whole life. I ran as the slave I was for the sick game the Alpha and his lackeys played for the sake of their amusement. I ran like there was no tomorrow, and there might very well not be if I wasn't fast enough. I ran...because I didn't want to die.One would think I after ten years, I would have long been used to this. And I was used to it. The running part. After a decade of literally running for a living, I have become so fast I can confidently say I could outrun any Lycan that called the Simmerian Forest home. I never thought to time myself to know exactly how fast I had gotten since I began this macabre game (I mean, who brings a stopwatch to a goddess damned death race?), but I know I am pretty damn fast. Countless times Jared's mindless goons had been looking to use me as their punching bag to burn off their aggression. Countless times they caught me when I tried to run. They caught me again and again, till one day they couldn't. At first I had th
TerrenWe run.”I sprinted ahead, the wind rushing through in my fur, rage in my blood, fresh air in my lungs. Our paws hit the ground in a thunderous roar, and I let out a ferocious growl to let all the rogues in the vicinity know who had arrived in their midsts, to know whose anger they have incurred. I just hoped I was here in time. My private jet had been able to transport my wolf form and three of my enforcers from the city to rogue's territory in the Forest in but a few minutes but I still had a lingering fear that I may be too late. I hate feeling that fear. So I turned the fear to rage. And rage I did.As if they were waiting for an attack, enemy rogues ran at us with their teeth bared.Kill them all, I repeated through the mind link.There would be blood and death tonight. There will be no mercy for any who threatened what was mine. I could feel my pups through the pack link. I could feel their fear, I could feel Lorna's pain. It was maddening. I ran faster, faster than I'v
LisandraHe is beautifulHe is beautiful in a way men shouldn’t be allowed to be. Strong jawline, high cheekbones, perfectly shaped lips and thick black eyelashes that surround clear blue eyes that remind me of a lake—still, in an eerie way that makes you wonder if there is any life below the waters. Black locks of hair that are a little too long, falling just over his eyes when the wind blows, look softer than the silk dress I’m wearing.No one in my pack ever looked like him. I would have noticed.The more I stare, the longer I realise he is staring right back at me, like he can really believe his eyes. Can't say I blame him, I can't believe mine either.He is my mate.I never really thought I would find him. Hell, I never even thought I had one. I thought I was too miserable for mine to exist. Yet there he was, in the flesh and blood, standing right before me.My wolf jumped around inside of me, doing flips in my stomach, acting giddy, like she did under every full moon. But I wasn
Terren"Wow," I looked at what had to be the most beautiful female I ever had the fortune to lay my eyes on. With dirty blonde hair that if one looked really closely, will see very a faint red tint to it, her locks lay so perfectly down her back and the moonlight bounced off her pale skin. Damn, my mate was beautiful. “Fifteen huh? Not bad. Not bad at all”She lay next to me, her breasts rising and falling with each heavy breath. The water from the lake barely touched my heels. I saw her close her big blue eyes with complete happiness. She smelled like a freshly picked lemon, just like my mother.My fingers touched his bare hips in small circles, soothingly. For a man who was so adamant on not having a mate, I was having funny feelings. All I wanted to do is to take her home with me, to sleep with her in my bed, to keep her away from any and all harm. And she had been harmed. It was obvious from the bruises I could see on different parts of her body when I was bringing her to glorious
Somewhere far, far away...It was a wooded pack land, only instead of it's usual liveliness and cheer, it was full of blood and despairA brutal battle had happened here. It was obvious by the presence of hundreds of bodies littering the land, bodies not of humans, but of werewolves. Some of the corpses were human in form, while others were in their more animalistic shapes. The ground was red, soaked in the blood of the Lycans and the moon shone brightly from above, illuminating the figures of those that still remained standing in all the carnage. From the scene, one could clearly distinguish two groups of people of those still in the land of the living. The first group of Lycans were in various forms of submission, some down on their knees on the blood soaked ground, bowing their heads and others who were wolven in figure had their ears flat on their heads, mouths closed and their bodies low to the ground, with their tails positioned between their hind legs. Constant little whimperi
My thoughts were churning. So much was going on so fast that I couldn't keep track. And what did Jared just call my mate. Did he say Silver Wolf? As in, the Silver Wolf?The craziest, most terrifying and powerful Lycan in the whole Simmerian Forest that was said to be the son of the most cruel and bloodthirsty alpha to ever walk the planet. An alpha that went around annexing packs and putting their young through the most brutal and barbarous training of which five out of six failed to survive. Rumors had it he killed his father, the Alpha, at the tender age of sixteen. An alpha that was then known as the Bogeyman to all werewolves. It was also said that due to their harsh childhood, Silver Wolf, also less commonly known as Terren Blood, and his lieutenants had a tendency to go feral in fights and almost no one who goes against them in a fight lives to tell the tale. Though his pack was nowhere near as large mine, it was widely acknowledged that the Silvermoon Pack was the strongest in
A large, warm hand gently squeezes my hand, intertwining with my fingers. Sparks flew from my hands into my arms and I gasped and jerked. Still though, I keep my head down. I don't want to see the eyes of an Alpha with my eyes. They are so challenging and scary. So dominating they could strip you of your your own will with but a mere glance. Call me weak, I don't mind, but they usually are. "Look at me, Lisandra," he whispers to me, a softly spoken command, but a command nonetheless. It makes me whimper. By the Moon Goddess above, that voice is amazing! But I still don't look up. It's too scary to see the beautiful eyes that shared an owner with that lovely voice. "Lisandra, look at me." I feel the slide of his fingers under my chin and they lift my head up at an angle to meet his eyes. My light blue eyes meet his dark blue ones. They light up when they stare at me, and a little smile crosses my face. His eyes seemed to shine with an happiness that I had never seen before
TWO WEEKS LATER ...I rarely came out of my room. When I did, it was at night to run through the forest in beast form. Since I mated, I desired my wolf form more often. When the sun set, I released my animal to run and sleep in the woods of the territory, a territory I now viewed as mine since I had marked all of my favorite spots and grew accustomed to the other scents, those of my new pack mates. I had explored every inch of the property and it was beautiful, a combination of vast woodlands for the beast and quaint suburban comforts for the man.Curious about the other wolves, my nature urged me to rejoin the pack. I refused to see anyone, but meals were delivered to my bedroom door three times a day. They went untouched because I hunted for meals in my wolf form, just enough to survive as I didn’t have an appetite. I didn’t reject the meals because I thought something was wrong with them. I was just pissed about being chained. Or at least I fancied myself being pissed. These days I
TWO WEEKS LATER ...I rarely came out of my room. When I did, it was at night to run through the forest in beast form. Since I mated, I desired my wolf form more often. When the sun set, I released my animal to run and sleep in the woods of the territory, a territory I now viewed as mine since I had marked all of my favorite spots and grew accustomed to the other scents, those of my new pack mates. I had explored every inch of the property and it was beautiful, a combination of vast woodlands for the beast and quaint suburban comforts for the man.Curious about the other wolves, my nature urged me to rejoin the pack. I refused to see anyone, but meals were delivered to my bedroom door three times a day. They went untouched because I hunted for meals in my wolf form, just enough to survive as I didn’t have an appetite. I didn’t reject the meals because I thought something was wrong with them. I was just pissed about being chained. Or at least I fancied myself being pissed. These days I
A large, warm hand gently squeezes my hand, intertwining with my fingers. Sparks flew from my hands into my arms and I gasped and jerked. Still though, I keep my head down. I don't want to see the eyes of an Alpha with my eyes. They are so challenging and scary. So dominating they could strip you of your your own will with but a mere glance. Call me weak, I don't mind, but they usually are. "Look at me, Lisandra," he whispers to me, a softly spoken command, but a command nonetheless. It makes me whimper. By the Moon Goddess above, that voice is amazing! But I still don't look up. It's too scary to see the beautiful eyes that shared an owner with that lovely voice. "Lisandra, look at me." I feel the slide of his fingers under my chin and they lift my head up at an angle to meet his eyes. My light blue eyes meet his dark blue ones. They light up when they stare at me, and a little smile crosses my face. His eyes seemed to shine with an happiness that I had never seen before
My thoughts were churning. So much was going on so fast that I couldn't keep track. And what did Jared just call my mate. Did he say Silver Wolf? As in, the Silver Wolf?The craziest, most terrifying and powerful Lycan in the whole Simmerian Forest that was said to be the son of the most cruel and bloodthirsty alpha to ever walk the planet. An alpha that went around annexing packs and putting their young through the most brutal and barbarous training of which five out of six failed to survive. Rumors had it he killed his father, the Alpha, at the tender age of sixteen. An alpha that was then known as the Bogeyman to all werewolves. It was also said that due to their harsh childhood, Silver Wolf, also less commonly known as Terren Blood, and his lieutenants had a tendency to go feral in fights and almost no one who goes against them in a fight lives to tell the tale. Though his pack was nowhere near as large mine, it was widely acknowledged that the Silvermoon Pack was the strongest in
Somewhere far, far away...It was a wooded pack land, only instead of it's usual liveliness and cheer, it was full of blood and despairA brutal battle had happened here. It was obvious by the presence of hundreds of bodies littering the land, bodies not of humans, but of werewolves. Some of the corpses were human in form, while others were in their more animalistic shapes. The ground was red, soaked in the blood of the Lycans and the moon shone brightly from above, illuminating the figures of those that still remained standing in all the carnage. From the scene, one could clearly distinguish two groups of people of those still in the land of the living. The first group of Lycans were in various forms of submission, some down on their knees on the blood soaked ground, bowing their heads and others who were wolven in figure had their ears flat on their heads, mouths closed and their bodies low to the ground, with their tails positioned between their hind legs. Constant little whimperi
Terren"Wow," I looked at what had to be the most beautiful female I ever had the fortune to lay my eyes on. With dirty blonde hair that if one looked really closely, will see very a faint red tint to it, her locks lay so perfectly down her back and the moonlight bounced off her pale skin. Damn, my mate was beautiful. “Fifteen huh? Not bad. Not bad at all”She lay next to me, her breasts rising and falling with each heavy breath. The water from the lake barely touched my heels. I saw her close her big blue eyes with complete happiness. She smelled like a freshly picked lemon, just like my mother.My fingers touched his bare hips in small circles, soothingly. For a man who was so adamant on not having a mate, I was having funny feelings. All I wanted to do is to take her home with me, to sleep with her in my bed, to keep her away from any and all harm. And she had been harmed. It was obvious from the bruises I could see on different parts of her body when I was bringing her to glorious
LisandraHe is beautifulHe is beautiful in a way men shouldn’t be allowed to be. Strong jawline, high cheekbones, perfectly shaped lips and thick black eyelashes that surround clear blue eyes that remind me of a lake—still, in an eerie way that makes you wonder if there is any life below the waters. Black locks of hair that are a little too long, falling just over his eyes when the wind blows, look softer than the silk dress I’m wearing.No one in my pack ever looked like him. I would have noticed.The more I stare, the longer I realise he is staring right back at me, like he can really believe his eyes. Can't say I blame him, I can't believe mine either.He is my mate.I never really thought I would find him. Hell, I never even thought I had one. I thought I was too miserable for mine to exist. Yet there he was, in the flesh and blood, standing right before me.My wolf jumped around inside of me, doing flips in my stomach, acting giddy, like she did under every full moon. But I wasn
TerrenWe run.”I sprinted ahead, the wind rushing through in my fur, rage in my blood, fresh air in my lungs. Our paws hit the ground in a thunderous roar, and I let out a ferocious growl to let all the rogues in the vicinity know who had arrived in their midsts, to know whose anger they have incurred. I just hoped I was here in time. My private jet had been able to transport my wolf form and three of my enforcers from the city to rogue's territory in the Forest in but a few minutes but I still had a lingering fear that I may be too late. I hate feeling that fear. So I turned the fear to rage. And rage I did.As if they were waiting for an attack, enemy rogues ran at us with their teeth bared.Kill them all, I repeated through the mind link.There would be blood and death tonight. There will be no mercy for any who threatened what was mine. I could feel my pups through the pack link. I could feel their fear, I could feel Lorna's pain. It was maddening. I ran faster, faster than I'v
I ran.I have been running my whole life. I ran as the slave I was for the sick game the Alpha and his lackeys played for the sake of their amusement. I ran like there was no tomorrow, and there might very well not be if I wasn't fast enough. I ran...because I didn't want to die.One would think I after ten years, I would have long been used to this. And I was used to it. The running part. After a decade of literally running for a living, I have become so fast I can confidently say I could outrun any Lycan that called the Simmerian Forest home. I never thought to time myself to know exactly how fast I had gotten since I began this macabre game (I mean, who brings a stopwatch to a goddess damned death race?), but I know I am pretty damn fast. Countless times Jared's mindless goons had been looking to use me as their punching bag to burn off their aggression. Countless times they caught me when I tried to run. They caught me again and again, till one day they couldn't. At first I had th
TerrenI was hungryHungry to free my wolf that is. For six god-damned days I have been in the city, encased in a steel-and-glass building sixteen hours at a time with nothing but concrete under my feet, day and night. I desperately needed to fill my lungs with the scent of warm earth, sweet pine, and rich, verdant life if I was to sustain whatever remained of my sanity.I needed to run with my wolves and lead them on a kill. To feel flesh part under my claws, for raw meat to give beneath my fangs. The insistent pressure between my thighs and the shimmer of pheromones coating my skin also kept reminding me of another critical need I was neglecting, a need that is not so readily satisfied. It was much too risky. I’d gone too long without sexual release, but I can't risk even a nice good old tumble in the sheets, all sweaty, steamy and oh so satisfying with a willing female when my wolf seemed insistent on claiming a mate. That is not something I am going to ever do. Why the hell doe