He sounds…wholesome…if that makes any sense, Marian mused. Dinka purred silently, not wanting to be heard by the man inside the room.
He kicked the chest of drawers again.
Marian peeked a little closer.
Hmmm…from the scuff marks on it, it seems he kicks this thing quite often…she thought to herself.
“She didn’t hurt you badly, did she?” The lady asked, drawing closer to Reyland, reaching for his chin.
He drew back, turning his face and body away from her.
“It hurt Anna. It really hurt. But…it’s healed now. Thank you for the medicine.” He replied dejectedly, his voice low.
Anna placed her hand on his round shoulder; it looked so small against his frame that Marian almost let out a snort, but at the same time, she almost let out a growl.
For some reason, she did not like the fact that this person was touching Reyland.
Her brow furrowed as she fought her confusion and tried to focus on staying unheard, uns
“Rey–”“Why are you still so angry? I’m fine! She won’t do anything to me, will you?” Reyland chided his father and then questioned Marian, gazing over his father’s shoulder at her as she stood catching her breath.Alpha Dax rested his hand on Reyland’s, and Reyland took his father’s scratched-up hand in his.The wounds Marian had made were already healing even as Reyland calmed his father’s anger.She slowly shook her head in response to Reyland’s question, her eyes fixed on Reyland’s tiny sapphire irises.Sapphire…? But… They were grey earlier…before…Marian wondered as she gazed at Reyland sitting on the grass, holding his father’s hand.“I’m safe, Dad,” Reyland said softly, turning back to his father. “She was our princess. Her father is our captive. Nothing will happen. Not from her, at least.” He coaxed.“She shouldn’t be here –” Alpha Dax cut in angrily.“I invited her!”
Nikal had hidden his presence when he did this.He had not wanted to draw unnecessary attention, and most especially, he had not wanted Bentax near him.“Yes…but Father was right,” Corien replied softly.“As always,” Nikal growled quietly.They maintained a comfortable silence.“Should we tell her?” Nikal asked again after a few minutes, raising his head off his paws, and Corien laughed gently.“What will happen if we do, Kal? Would it change what’s going to happen?” Corien asked his wolf, Nikal, patiently.“It may…you never know…” Nikal replied grumpily, resting his head on his paws again and gazing back toward the horizon.Corien was silent as he watched the sky turn pink through Nikal’s eyes.“Merry Christmas, my loves,” he whispered. Nikal gave a soft whine.It was their custom, Corien and Nikal, to greet their lost mate and pup every Christmas morning. Just as they had done when they were alive.Corien
As the sun came up, the sky turned from pink to orange to blue, and Marian steadied her mind.“Merry Christmas, Mum, Jake,” she whispered, facing the rising sun.Dinka, her wolf, was silent.She had been silent since Dax had let go of her neck. But Marian understood.Dinka was angry, and when she was angry, it was best for her to stay hidden.Marian remained calm until the sun settled in the sky, above the tree line, then she returned to her musings.“Reyland.” She whispered his name, and his face came to mind.That chubby, soft, round face with the twinkling eyes.Marian stared at his face, then at his huge frame.She had conjured him up in her mind's eye and was staring at him without anyone to interrupt – not Dax, not her father, no one.She watched his lumbering walk and sighed. Her mind fought to reconcile what her heart was feeling.He’s slow…weak…he can’t even break a drawer! She mused, disappointed in her mind while her heart kicked up the word ‘adorable’.Then his eyes came in
Goddess, he is beautiful. Marian thought as she watched her father’s steady approach.She knew that thought was probably wrong, but she could not help it.Her father was a striking man. Wolves don’t age like humans, so her father still looked young, though he was almost forty-five.He had no single grey hair in his full thick, wavy dark hair that reached his ears, or in his matching-colored goatee and mustache beard, and his walk was as it had been since his teens – a smooth, animalistic walk of a man who knew he owned the world, and whom the world gave its full respect.He was the definition of an alpha wolf: powerful, strong, and virile. And he had the added bonus of being uniquely handsome – he had soft features, but they were all balanced out by the hard edges of his jaw, nose, and chiseled body.Marian knew she was not supposed to see her father in this light, but she was a wolf. It might be a taboo, but it was not unheard of for pare
What does he want now?!Why can’t he leave me alone with my fathers?!Why won’t he leave US alone?!Marian cursed in her mind.Her breath shook as she exhaled. Her shoulders drooped, her stomach twisting in a tight knot.She gazed back at him, feeling the waves of barely controlled rage that were all directed at her. Both in the physical and in the pack link.“I apologize. I didn’t mean to harm the –” her brow furrowed.How do I address Reyland? She mused.“Your son.” She decided, her voice higher pitched than usual.Her father, Corien, frowned slightly, taking a short step forward.“The circumstances –” she continued, but Dax cut in roughly.“Circumstances? A runt like you knows how to use a word like ‘circumstances’?” He snapped as he paced before her, his sky-blue eyes narrow as h
The pack members quickly moved away.Whatever they could not see, they could all hear. And if anyone could not hear, they could all feel.They felt very clearly that no one should disobey.Even Dax’s closest warriors, who had surrounded the group when Dax had arrived, left, herding any lagging pack members as they went.Alpha Dax blocked the pack link, making sure no one eavesdropped.“Stand, Child.” Gravan pressed, as he pulled Marian off the ground with one hand.“What…” her wide eyes drifted to her father, who was gazing steadily at her, expressionless.Her shaky gaze fell on Alpha Dax. He too stared back at her, but warily, eyeing her up and down as he moved to his heir’s side, pulling the young alpha away from Marian.“What are you trying to do to my children, Marian?”It was the first time he had said her name, and Marian did not like how it sounded.She blinked at Alpha Dax. “I –” she started but lost her v
This was how things had always been between us. Dax reflected as he gazed at his former best friend.Back when we had wandered around without a pack, back when we found, or rather, had been found by a pack, this very one that we have bled for, lost many things for.Back when we fought beside each other and bled on the same training grounds.It had always been like this.We never lied to each other.Were never afraid of each other.We had been as one.A single being who, for some unknown reason, had been born into two different bodies.That was how we had seen ourselves.Two who were one.Until that vixen came along.That woman. Arianna.Dax stared at Corien’s bowed head for a protracted moment.“Come,” he commanded without looking at anyone, turning on his heel.
Corien could see the faith in Gravan’s eyes through Nikal’s.He shifted his gaze to the nurse.“Thank you, Senna.” Corien said softly, handing the dress to her.“Gravan.” He said to his former Beta, his gaze on Byron as the doctor eyed him warily.“I thank you,” he stated hoarsely.“Doctor. My apologies.” He breathed, swallowing as he bowed slightly to Byron.“No, Cor –”“I’m afraid. Too much has happened, and it has unnerved me. My daughter…she is all I have. Everything –” Corien continued, his eyes downcast.“I understand, Alpha.” Byron cut in as he wiped sweat from his forehead.“Marian may be like a daughter to us,” he replied, his eyes darting to Gravan, then back to Corien, his right hand stretched toward the former Alpha who stood with his head bowed, motioning for Corien to raise hi
“What are we gonna talk about?” Marian asked haltingly as she eyed the now serious Reyland, while her mind fought to stay focused on their conversation and not his overwhelming cuteness.Reyland glanced outside, through the window. He rose and walked over to the thick curtains. Letting them loose slowly, he responded with his back to her.“I wanted to talk about you…and me…But, I think it’s late now,” he replied casually.Curtains down, he turned to face Marian in the now darkened room. The lamp in the corner of her room was still on, casting deep shadows around.Reyland proceeded forward, toward the door, his eyes on hers.“You, princess, have had an incredibly long day,” he continued, clicking on the lights and brightening the room in a clear white light.Neither wolf blinked as the lights came on.Reyland smiled gently.“I think you should sleep. We can talk in the morning. It could be our own little ceremony,” he said in his warm voice.“There are guards outside,” he continued smo
The Marian he had dumped had not been the vibrant she-wolf he had fallen for. She had not been the lively, bold, outspoken girl he had taken into his heart, and into his bed.After the battle, she had lost her shine, her light. She became dull in her manner, in her speech. They had had to sneak around to meet.He had even let other she-wolves touch him before going to see her, on purpose. And she never said anything, never called him out.He continued making promises to her even as he purposefully kept away, and she had not challenged him in any way.His real, original Marian would never have let anything like that slide.She had changed, and he had lost interest.==========But, upon her return, right from their first exchange, he had finally seen the girl he had known for almost ten years, and his pulse had quickened.His heart had beat like it used to when they had first kicked things off.His woman.An alpha she-wolf and warrior of no mean ability.Someone who was his before anyon
Dorien, Alpha heir to Lightmoon pack, felt a tension in his head and his chest that he had not felt in years.A pressure and a pang that made him feel suffocated.It was a tension he had felt almost daily since he first came to Lightmoon pack. A tension that hardly went away unless his mind was busy with something hard, painful, or terrifying, like training, raiding, or fighting for his life.As he felt those aches now, in real time as he stood in his father’s empty office, his breathing grew rapid and unsteady.In seconds, he was breathing through gritted teeth as his eyes darted about, searching for and seeing nothing.At the corner of his mind, he heard his adoptive father’s, Alpha Dax’s, voice warn him about controlling his emotions, but after what he had seen in the office a few hours ago, he didn’t need Alpha Dax talking to him about control.He shook his head, driving Dax’s voice away.He paced the
Years ago, the Lightmoon pack had hidden Corien’s gift of dreams.His gift had been a secret known to only a few, all of whom were sworn to secrecy – not just a promise, but a blood bond sealed through spells had been made.This had been done to protect not only Corien but also the pack, as they gained great advantages in attacks and advances from their rivals and enemies through his premonitions.In public, within the pack, no one ever spoke loudly about his strength, his healing, or his proficiency in battles.Whatever their thoughts may have been, whatever fantasies anyone dreamed up, at most, Corien was referred to as ‘special’, or ‘different’, or ‘unique’, when shifters praised him, when they were in their cups, or when they gossiped, nothing more.Then the war happened, and he became ‘token’, ‘prize’, and ‘fallen’.After half a year to two years, for th
Any concerns or requests could be brought to the Elders; however, they would never actively involve themselves in resolving any issues.Their presence was intimidating and could be hard to bear.Many meetings were not done face-to-face, but rather, through intermediaries – younger, but still elderly, shifters who lived with the Elders and presented cases to them for their input.Their rule was simple – they did not interfere in pack politics or battles. They had all had enough of these during their individual reigns and had no taste for such things in their old age.All of them had been around during the time of the previous Alpha, the one before Corien, the one who loved wars, battles, and blood, the one who used his people as objects and pawns for his schemes and conquests.And they had done nothing.They had been there when Corien had taken over from that Alpha, by force of arms, and they had done nothing.
Corien was in Dax’s office. He had been with him for the past hour, letting the Alpha seethe and rage.Dorien and the Luna had been present as well, but they had left earlier, leaving only the two brothers, the two enemies, together.Dax sat in his chair, his back to Corien, staring out the large window behind his desk.“Once the Alpha King hears of this from Anna, he will come for her,” Dax droned. Finally calm after his last outbursts with his family.“Not if we claim her,” Corien replied calmly.Dax did not respond.Corien continued.“We don’t have to do so immediately. We can plan for it, as we do for everything,” he stated firmly as he approached the large desk and stopped at the edge, adjacent to Dax’s wide shoulders.“If you put everything aside, you will know that what Dorien has suggested is the best solution,” he continued carefully.Silence.
“If he banishes me…” Marian whispered hoarsely, her voice catching. She shifted her eyes to Gravan, “Will you and Dad come with me?” she whispered, her eyes filling.“Just us? No one else?” Gravan replied with a soft smile, his bright eyes shining in his handsome face.Marian shifted her head against her pillow as she gazed up at her uncle.“I won’t have any hope there, if I’m banished,” she croaked.Gravan shook his head gently, stroking her forehead, the smile still on his face.“First of all, princess, we don’t dwell on ‘what-ifs’, hmmm? What’s done is done. All that matters is where we are now, and what we can do about it,” he stated matter-of-factly.“Your father will not let anything happen to you. Rest assured, nothing as drastic as banishment will happen,” he droned.“But, what if he – Alpha Dax &ndash
Marian’s damp face was red as she lay on her bed, wrapped like a mummy.Her eyes were quivering, but they were clear.Gravan gazed steadily at her.“Twenty-four hours. That’s all we need. To cover up your healing.”“The day after tomorrow, you can move about, anyhow you please,” he commented flatly in his silk, comforting voice, addressing the other matter she had not raised – attending the Remembrance ceremony.That had been the sole reason she had returned.The only thing that had brought her back to the pack so soon after her departure.And now, she could not attend it.He knew this.He and her father had discussed it in less than three sentences the moment she was out of the woods after Dax had broken her body.It had been on the day after the attack. After he had woken up in the pack hospital.As soon as he had woken, he had linked his Alpha, his mentor, his fr
Is he in heat?Am I?Marian mused.Dinka chuffed at her in their mind space.“What? I’m bored!” Marian tossed at her wolf, “If I can’t go out tomorrow, let me have a little fun today.”“It’s been too hard these past few days,” she complained to Dinka, “I need a distraction!”“This is not a distraction, Marian, this is torture,” Dinka replied, her teeth bared as if she were laughing.“We’ve seen torture, D. We’re just playing with him,” Marian replied with a smile.With her eyes directing Zepher and a few sounds chipped in here and there, she made the young omega feed her every bite of food and every drop of water and light wine that had been brought to her as she breathed him in.Thirty long minutes later, Gravan walked in to find a very distraught Zepher feeding a very contented Marian.========