The restaurant bathed in dimmed lights and soft piano music was more welcoming than his own home. He had stayed behind after a dinner with a new Alpha in the city. They had been something like friends most of their childhoods and both wanted to establish an approachable relationship now that the young Alpha had taken over the clan. Damien had a good feeling about that meeting with promises of trade and semi-open borders, and even a conversation about drafting something like a military alliance.
He sat by the bar and nursed a glass of cognac the large ball of ice clinking to the edges. Arsen had been trying to mind-link him for the last half an hour but Damien had been avoiding his friend. Recently the Beta had been inviting him out for drinks, tea, runs in the woods. Ellen had even extended a few dinner invitations. Getting tired of yet another knock on his mental wall, he opened it.
Man, I hate when you do this. I am standing in front of your building. Flanna fini
Next morning Ada lay in the cold large guest bed listening to the changes in shower stream patterns. She could tell when it hit the tiles and when he stood under it. She sensed him moving under the hot water but at times the noise didn’t change telling her he was standing there immobile. She wondered if he always took long morning showers or that day was an exception. She deepened her breathing imitating sleeping and tried to calm her heart rate. He was very quiet, his steps careful, the clink of the doors hushed and she was sure he didn’t put on his shoes until after he was in the elevator.She turned to look out of the window. It was 6:30 in the morning, she would wait before mind-linking Emil.She stood in front of his bedroom door feeling like it was made of titanium laced with silver. It could be as impersonal as the rest of his condo she convinced herself. Her bare feet walked down the hallway. The smell of fresh coffee hung in the air and there was m
He nodded not surprised. “Would you have a meeting with me and a few other Alphas?” he asked nonchalantly. “What Alphas and what’s the agenda of the meeting?” “Your… actions started a series of events. The new generation is taking over. Third of the clans have an Alpha we went to school with. Some of us started a group, a council,” he explained. He looked almost uncomfortable. Looking her in the eyes he continued, “By lunch today most of Alphas in the city knew you’re back. The group we formed wants to meet you in hopes of recruiting you.” He disliked saying that for some reason. Damien and his team of Alphas. He was extending his power in non-traditional ways. Even if the group pretended to sit around a circular table, everyone knew whose word held the most weight. Was she one of his pawns, or perhaps a general for him to call on when he needed? The thoughts of their relationship having an undercurrent of power struggle right from the beginning made
Ada lay on the large empty bed listening to the shower sounds again. Another morning after a night filled with nightmares of future and past. His steps paused by her door again and he was gone shortly after. Smell of fresh coffee spread through his home. While enjoying a cup leaning against the kitchen counter top she cringed before mind-linking Emil. He was probably tangled in the sheets with the woman who looked so much like her. His answer came immediately and full of cheerful energy. They agreed that Uncle Aram would be the one to visit her and collect the documents. Pressing her finger to the numbers, she decided not to analyze why Damien had made their meeting date his passcode. Too many things contradicted about Damien Sevach. He was the most powerful man in the city and possibly one of the most influential ones in the werewolf world globally. She couldn’t make an enemy out of him because of a few nights and a broken and trampled bond. Her phone vibrated as sh
WARNING: Sexual Content --------------------------- “It helped, travelling. I stayed among humans mostly and met a few that left their mark on my personality. Morocco is a beautiful place; Venice was as romantic and peaceful as I imagined.” She laughed before continuing, “I got caught in the rain in Venice going back from a castle-museum to my hotel room and ran into the nearest what I thought to be a coffee shop. Turned out to be a wine shop. The owner paired wines and cheeses for me for hours and in the end pulled out some large bottle with no labels on it, poured a shot glass and pushed towards me. They all watched amused as I did the shot on top of all the wine in my stomach. I don’t think he knew I was a werewolf, but he knew I was not human. When his wife yelled at him about getting me drunk, he looked at me and said I could take care of myself but my soul needed that evening with them. He was right.” She was smiling a sincere smile and her arms had sta
WARNING: Sexual Content --------------------------- Damien watched her sleeping form in the light of dawn. He had been too impatient the night before, they hadn’t even undressed. She had been so spent after that one time. Her pretty head had fallen on his shoulder and her eyes had closed almost instantly. He had to fight his own need after taking her dress, bra and leftovers of her underwear off for the night. She never liked sleeping in a bra. He had stopped himself from looking at her. Her perfect scent had cocooned him and he had fallen asleep face buried in her hair ignoring his erection pressing at her ass. Now in the morning light she looked lovely, sleeping on her back one leg bent at the knee, one hand by her face palm up, the other lying by her side. She had kicked the covers off at night and the comforter only covered the foot of the extended leg. Propping himself up on one hand facing her, his eyes slowly slid over her entire body. She was
A little over an hour later Damien was sitting in the living room watching Ada braid her hair looking out onto the city. She was wearing a simple light grey turtleneck, cream corduroy pants, and brown combat boots. Every curve was hugged perfectly making him dislike the outfit unable to pull his eyes off the arc that turned her waist into hips. His fingers still tingled with the softness of her skin in that spot. He had been forbidden to touch her after she had showered claiming she didn’t want any more of his smell on her for the assembly with her clan. He wanted to seal his smell into her every pore permanently. So many eyes would be watching her that day, conjuring images in their minds, picturing her tonight alone in their empty beds. She walked away from the window after her delicate fingers finished the thick brown braid, and pulled on the dark brown aviator jacket. Her eyes met his and he could sense her tension anticipating the meeting. Ada watched hi
Damien threw distrustful glances at Ada’s woolen forest green coat again. They were in his car on the way to meeting the other Alphas. The coat covered her from shoulders to calves only showing nude high-heeled shoes with metal pyramid spikes on the crisscrossed straps. She had come out of the bedroom wearing the coat not letting him see what she wore underneath.“Uncle Aram thinks we should wait with marking each other,” she said looking straight ahead.He didn’t answer. His dark aura swirled in the car even though she could tell he was trying to reign it in.“Is it what you want?” he asked his voice cold, eyes on the night streets illuminated by city lights.“He has a point. First, it gives me time to establish myself as Alpha for my wolves. Second, we need to prepare other clans to the idea of us uniting. They will think we are merging our clans.”“We are not merging the clans,” he said
“Damien!” she exclaimed. Ada watched as the woman’s smile turned into bowtie lips as if in anticipation of a kiss and face tilted up to Damien as her legs carried her straight to him.Ada yanked her hand from his arm and went straight for her throat, claws extending on their own out of fury that burnt in her veins instantly. Before she could feel the satisfaction of feeling the woman’s pulse under her fingertips, Damien’s hand grabbed that whore’s arm and yanked her back out of Ada’s reach. Her eyes turned to his with a question, almost a sad betrayal in them. She was surprised by her own reaction. The wise thing would be to just observe Damien’s actions.Just then the strange woman giggled pulling her arm out of Damien’s grasp and danced away. He looked irritated but calm as if something like that was anticipated.“Ada, meet Kara, Alpha of Crescent clan,” he said. Then gesturing to the man in the