Alpha Ares

My mate was somewhere on the battlefield. I looked around desperately, the reality of the fight falling away. I had to find him.Where moments ago there had only been shades of grey, I now saw in colour. The sky was blue, the trees were green, and my parents had told me my fur was a brown so dark it was almost black – it was deep, and rich, and tears stung my eyes at the sight of it all. Everything was so vivid, so beautiful. And then I saw red for the first time. It was everywhere: soaking into my fur, soaking into the green grass, soiling the brown dirt. Overwhelmed, I stumbled. ‘Haile?’ Etta hissed through our mindlink. ‘We need to retreat.’ The same wet, shining darkness I had known to be blood was so, so much worse in colour. ‘It’s everywhere,’ I replied, glad it was a mental conversation. I would not have been able to speak through my too-thick, too-hoarse throat otherwise. I closed my eyes. Even in darkness the

Try as I might, I couldn’t get that stupid dream out of my head. I scratched irritably at my chest. It was too tight across my lungs and my idiotic heart was swollen from within with need. Reckless, harmful need.  This was a pointless idea and a huge waste of my time. Still, it was my own fault for lying to my parents about my mate, so I sucked it up and shoved my feet into a pair of sneakers before giving myself a quick once-over in the mirror. It felt like a miracle to see my new face. Hard green eyes stared back at me beneath neatly shaped dark brows. My eyelashes fluttered as I traced the curves of my high cheekbones, marvelling at the black crescent they formed upon my brown skin. The sun caught the curls of my black hair, which hung loose down my back. Tucking a flyaway strand behind my ear, staring at the odd translucent colour of my fingernails as I did so, I steeled myself.  A muscle feathered in my jaw. I sighed, watching my lips p

The cart, pulled by four Omega wolves, groaned to a halt. I pulled my cloak tighter around me, eyeing the snow-capped mountains that surrounded us with disdain. No matter what expression I schooled my face into, I couldn’t deny the rapid thumping of my heart. My mate was close.  I steeled myself, locking my heart away. I’d shoved down my feelings the second I’d left Blue Moon, holding back tears as my friends and family had held me. Some of the pack had glowered at me from afar, unhappy with my decision even though I had made it for them. They could hate me for leaving; I didn’t care what they thought of me for coming here, so long as they were safe. “We’re here, Young Luna,” said the Warrior Wolf to my left. I’d sworn that I’d not needed such protection, by my parents had insisted that the brawny man beside me, Logan, should accompany me. Though my arrival was agreed upon and we had been granted safe passage through their territory, my parents

“Mine,” I whispered, staring up at him with wide eyes. My voice broke, emotion swelling through my body and sending shivers rolling across my skin. The colours in the room flared brighter, centring on the beautiful man stood across from me.  His throat bobbed. The world remained quiet, hazy, as we began to move; I did not feel the movement of my muscles or the soles of my boots slapping against the stone floor. He was everything: the sun and the moon and the stars, the earth and the rivers and the sea. My body became nothing more than a means for my soul to meet his in that instant, with fingers yearning to touch and eyes tracing every perfect inch of him. We froze a foot apart. I swallowed hard, my lips parting as I looked up at him. He towered over me, but not in a way that made me feel intimidated. It made me feel safe. Somewhere deep down I knew that feeling was ridiculous, that there was some reason this man, my mate, couldn’t be trusted, but in th

I woke in a haze of dawnlight, streaks of sunshine glinting off the snow outside and spilling in through the uncurtained windows. I snuggled back against the warm body holding me close, an arm resting heavily across my waist.  Slowly, carefully, I rolled over, turning to face him. Ares pulled me flush against him, pressing a lazy kiss to the top of my head before his breaths evened out and he tumbled back down into the bliss of early morning dreams. I stared up at him, my lips parted on an exhale as I traced the handsome lines of his face, wanting to commit every beautiful part of him to memory, wanting to burn every inch of him into my brain. His eyelashes formed dark crescents on his cheeks, fluttering slightly and casting pale shadows down his skin. His dark hair was sleep-mussed, tousled down the side of his face and curling by his ears. Unable to resist, I raised a single finger and curved it down the hard edge of his stubbled jaw. He murmured approvingly,