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"Mine," he groaned into the room; he suddenly didn't look like Alpha Tristan anymore. His eyes shone, and he grew taller, hovering over me.The room was no longer cold; it was heated with the pheromones filling the air."Mine!" He whispered this time, pulling me to himself, head bent down to my lips, brushing then going lower till it fell on my tits. My skin felt tingly, and moans kept escaping from my parted lips as he tasted the blood on his lips."Alpha Tristan" But I, too, knew he wasn't here anymore; he was being taken by something fiercer. I couldn't tell if we were moving until he dropped me on the bed.He kneeled before me, hands around my thighs, holding me in a position I couldn't move away from."Let me worship you." He muttered, "Worship all of you."He pulled me towards him, then, to my surprise, he lowered his head and covered my warmth with his mouth. Tongue digging into my depths and tracing down my slit.I dug my fingers into his hair, "Al—" his wet mouth covering my
The following day, he was already by the window staring out of it feeling weird out each time he turned to look at the sleeping figure curled up on the bed.He sighed, rubbing his forehead with his hands, his elbows leaning against the pane of the high window.Out of desperation, nothing to it. He had kept on repeating to himself, knowing he was maybe kidding.Last night, it was intense; he had... loved her? Was this how the bonding was supposed to be? to help you see a different view of your mate?Because how couldn't they see how perfect she was? Her thoughts? Her feelings? Why was she so ethereal?He crossed his hands on his chest; he shouldn't be like this; they were going their separate ways once they figured everything out.It wouldn't do to drag her into his darkness. This wasn't him; his primary self was waiting at the gate of Blood Canine packhouse, ready to escort him into the dark, cold room. That gloom was him.The bond was going to cause a lot of distractions since they bo
Iris."I can't believe this," I retorted, staring at Alpha Tristan, beside me to my mother in front of me.I just noticed that she rarely sat on the throne. She is always on her feet, pacing or staring at the wall."It can't be your Beta; I knew what Zelda told me!" After my mother had explained what went on when they had left the blacksmiths, with Alpha Tristan matching the description of the workers to his beta, I still couldn't sit with the fact that it hadn't pointed at Alpha Atlas."Iris, what if she was mistaken?" "What if she was mad that Atlas didn't accept the pregnancy?""That's not Zelda," I said, and my fist was clenched without my knowing it. "I know it's Alpha Atlas, and no one can tell me otherwise."He shook his head—a little smile crossing his beautiful lips.I knew what he was thinking. I was wrong, and he was right. I'd better be prepared to get it all rubbed on my face."Iris, the Alpha knows his pack better than you, and that's all you should know."I frowned. Fr
Iris POVThe following day, we were already up at three so we could be escorted out of the gates by the vampires and dropped at the borders before sunrise.Waking up grumpy and feeling like something was eating at you was the worst.At one time, I caught myself wishing I could stay here."We could," Caci corrected, and immediately I turned to see Tristan looking out the window, hands on his chin. He raised his chin to scratch his neck, his adam's apple gleaming at me and making me swallow hard.I turned to my side of the window. I should stop staring and getting attached, but that was hard to remember, especially when he was this close.The car went downhill, the snow diminishing as we went farther away from the vampire clan.I hadn't gone too far, and I was already missing the vampire clan.I remembered Tyra hugging me as we said our final goodbyes. "Listen," she said, "it's not all over; we still have some hope.""It doesn't seem like it," I whispered.She caressed my hair and said,
TRISTAN'S POV Was this the plan? I thought to myself as I sat on the cold ground, listening to the horrendous laughter of the soldiers outside my cell.Nope, it wasn't, I decided, wincing at the pain that pulled on my joints and muscles. The cell was dark and stinking. I wondered how Iris survived here each time we threw her in.Guilt rose to my chest. I had tried reading her thoughts, but they always came back blank.Either she was unconscious, which I couldn't put past Atlas, or she had gone numb with fear, which was very unlikely.The chains that bound my hands and legs were hooked on the wall, obstructing my movements.My shoulders ached, and the blood in my legs felt stuffed.The soldiers' noise stopped, and in its place were silent footsteps towards my cell door.I heard the critical turn in the lock; the door was pushed open, and a bright torch appeared in my eyes.I turned my head against it, the iron on my neck restricting me from going further."Brother," was Aidan's voice.
Iris POVI was fighting a rising tide with my heart in my mouth, being forced to watch all of it.I was in a white gown, which the Omega had forced me to wear, with Eric telling me I would get Tristan's blood on it.Damn you, Tristan! You just had to come back, didn't you? You swore you had a plan, didn't you?"In minutes," Atlas whispered, "the spears would be running into him, just like he deserves." He pushed my chin to see the council suddenly surround Tristan, staffs in hand, flowing gowns, and painted faces.They would render him powerless so that he would be a rogue. Only a rogue.Which was okay if they didn't kill him after this.My heart was beating hard against my chest, and tears were stranded with all the fear that ate at my lungs and left me breathless."Isn't he your brother?" My croaky voice was so low I was surprised Alpha Atlas heard me."An offender is no brother of mine," he growled only at me."If he wouldn't do that to you, why are you doing all this?""It just mak
Author's POV"You didn't have the right to kill a beta," Tristan said, staring straight at the white curtains before him. It was all over, but not the bad blood between them.Immediately, they left the arena; the council summoned them; even Tristan, who needed a bath and medical attention for his injuries, refused to stay behind.They stood before the council, three Alphas staring straight ahead instead of at themselves.He had a lot to say to Atlas, and they would drop it right there before the council.Except he didn't trust himself not to have a go at his half-brother, especially knowing it might cause only unnecessary hurt."You wouldn't be saying that if things had gone right, trust me," Atlas said, seeing Tristan clench his fist."This is a three-alpha pack; you do not have the right!""A few hours ago, I almost made it two."Aidan intervened. "You all should just quit bickering," he told them, pushing them away.It was funny how everything changed, and Aidan was taking his right
IRIS POV It's been three days in Bloodcanine, and all I could say was that a lot had changed, especially between Alpha Tristan and me.He wasn't the same person, not even giving me a second glance when he passed me, which wasn't very often.These days he was always in his wing, his door shut, and when I went in, I knew it would be dark. His gloom was back, and it scared me. But not enough to keep me away any longer; if he would keep me out, at least saying it to my face was the right thing to do.The light penetrated my window, making me realize I had spent the night thinking.Why couldn't I find a way to get him out of my head, no matter how hard I tried? It would take his words for me to understand his silence on whether he wanted me or not.I climbed out of bed, the pain reminding me of Atlas' abuse. It was a good thing he was keeping her away for the most part, but how long?Pulling the ribbons off my hair, I combed my fingers through it when there was a knock on my door.Without