“No. Not really,” Reyland replied steadily.“What I mean is that I’m not exactly built for the life of our clan,” he continued, his voice calm and even, as if he were speaking words he had used many times.“It can be…frustrating to have everyone want things you can't give them,” he ended, again without any color to his tone.“I know what you mean,” Marian replied, sipping her cocoa as well, her eyes back on the fire.“It’s like…you want something, but the world keeps pushing other things at you,” she concluded, her voice growing distant.“Yes! Yes, that’s it!” he replied, his wholesome voice vibrating with uncharacteristic energy.“It’s not that you CAN’T contribute…it’s just that other people keep wanting MORE than you have or want to give,” he continued animatedly, putting his tea down and spreading out his hands, palms up, toward the ceiling.“Yeah,” she said firmly, in agreement, her green eyes shining as she gazed at him again.They stared at each other in a comfortable silence.
“I’m not in danger. You said it yourself; the guards are around. Please, Dad.” Reyland pressed with barely contained frustration.Dax stared coolly up at his firstborn. A dark shadow crossed his handsome features.Please, again. He mused.First, the girl, then her father, and now, my son.Well, maybe not her father. He never uses that word…Not with me.He instantly recaptured his wandering thoughts, and his eyes shifted to Marian.“I don’t want her alone with you,” Dax said slowly, Bentax finally retreating, his eyes turning from black to sky blue.Dax continued steadily. “If you meet, you will meet in the pack compound.”“No!” Reyland shot back instantly, his voice hard.“What?! You said you want to talk to our prisoner? Did I refuse you? Talk to her. As much as you like. At the compound.” Dax replied indifferently.“Father!” Reyland exclaimed, his large hands balling into fists.“What?” Dax retorted, his voice even, neutral.Reyland turned away.“Marian, your clothes should be dry
Dax knew his son well.Reyland was kind, which was his biggest problem, as far as Dax was concerned.As Marian had wept, Reyland’s pulse had quickened, his breathing had become erratic.His son had no scent, but he could smell the girl on him.Talked? That’s all? That’s a bad joke. Dax mused.But he has not lain with her.If he had, the scent would have been deeper, stronger.Also, he would never have sent her away.Not his son. Not his kind, caring, loving son.Never.He told himself as he watched the prince without a throne.But SOMETHING happened. I’m sure of it!Dax stared at his son as his mind worked.This girl is dangerous.Her mind is set on my son, again.But this time, it’s very different.I can’t let this happen. I don’t trust her.Her father may be in my hand, but that girl has always been wild.She is too dangerous!He insisted in his mind.His face darkened as he stared at Reyland.He knew that posture.As Marian left the room, Reyland had dropped his hand from his face
When Reyland returned to his living room, thirty minutes later, the whole place had been cleaned and cleared.The erstwhile roaring fire was burning low. The cups of tea and cocoa had been removed, and Marian’s initial blanket was folded and back on the ottoman.He moved to the kitchen to find Anna standing by the sink.She spun around as he entered.“Hi!” she greeted him cheerfully.“Anna?” he asked as he glanced around the kitchen and behind himself, “What are you doing?”“The Alpha sent me,” she replied cheerily.“No, Anna,” Reyland replied flatly.“But –” she started, her pretty face twisting with distress as she wrung her hands.“I said no. I’ve told you before. I won’t let them do that to you,” he continued, putting down her protest.“But –” she tried again; however, Reyland did not want to hear it.He did not want to hear anything for the rest of the day.“No,” he replied firmly.“Reyland, you’re 22. I’m already 25 and unmarried,” Anna persisted, taking two steps toward him, he
Bringing himself back to the present, Reyland pursed his lips and fixed a sorrowful gaze on the she-wolf weeping silently in front of him.Again. The second she-wolf for the day.“If we are mated, what would that life be for you? Forget about me. What would it be like for YOU?” he pressed, softening his tone; his palms open toward Anna as he posed his questions.“When you see those you love, how heavy would your heart be?”“Or do you plan to build a harem? Would it be secret, or would we discuss things, like we are now, so that you have a clear conscience when you start it up?” he continued animatedly as he waved his left, then his right arm, punctuating each scenario.“Then what would be next? If I am unable to impreg–” he pushed, his tone more insistent.“You are not unable, Rey,” Anna whispered, the tears falling freely now as she watched him put himself down, for her sake.He is always like this. Anna mused, her chest heavy, her breathing constricted.He always puts everyone else
Anna stared at Reyland, open-mouthed, at a loss for what else she could say or do.This is no longer about me getting him to agree!He doesn’t believe he is worth it!He absolutely doesn’t see any worth in himself as a mate!Anna reflected as her heart sank as she watched the young prince before her.Is this how he really sees himself?!She pondered.Her head suddenly felt light.Reyland was still speaking.“Just like you are about to give me, Anna,” he rumbled.“Wh-what?” Anna stammered.She had not been listening and was now struggling to piece together what Reyland had been saying.“Go home. Don’t come here anymore,” he said neutrally.“No, Reyland,” Anna gasped, suddenly realizing what he was doing.“Please, Anna. Like you said, I’m hurting you,” he continued, starting to rise from the table.“That’s not what –” Anna pleaded.“I don’t want to keep doing that,” he continued in a dull, distracted tone, as if she were not speaking, as if she was not there, as if his mind was moving s
Reyland laughed dryly.“Now I have proved things to you as well right? You’re disgusted,” he stated flatly.“I –” Anna protested weakly, the strain of the last few minutes weighing heavily on her heart and mind.“Don’t bother. I’m the one whose kindness is hurtful? Your hands are less painful than that look on your face a second ago. I assure you of that,” he continued dryly.What Reyland did not know, what he would not allow Anna to tell him, was that she had not been repulsed by him.She was aroused, and if he had been anything of a wolf, he would have known it clearly.Her face had crumpled because her mind was racing too fast, in too many directions.When her eyes had fallen on his response to their kiss, she had thought of the wolves he had mentioned earlier, so casually.She had thought of the time she had wasted not knowing how he tasted.Of how she had never seen just how blue his eyes were or how soft his skin was.She had been disgusted with herself.Not him.And now, as he
Dad? Marian mused as she gazed up at her father, standing tall beside Dax.“You shall serve in the pack hospital as an aide. The pack doctor will instruct you on your duties,” her father, Corien Storm, former pack Alpha of the Lightmoon pack, declared, gazing down at her.“Let it also be known,” he continued, his voice softening as he spoke to his daughter for the first time since he shifted that morning, “you are forbidden from leaving the immediate compound.”“Your movements are restricted to the immediate grounds and the hospital,” he concluded in a firm, definitive tone.Do you understand? He asked gently in their mind space.Marian swallowed. She was tempted to retort, to defend her rights as a reinstated wolf.Penance has been paid. Why should I be restrained?She complained in her mind.“Yes. Alpha,” she replied firmly, to the hearing of all, her eyes shifting to Alpha Dax.She bowed again and walked backward, turning on her heel and sitting at the table where a number of medic
Pulse racing, Reyland slowly removed his appendages from her mouth as Marian swallowed the pill whole, her dark eyes on his deeply flushed face and dilated pupils.“Ha!” he breathed as he stared at her.“I swallowed it,” she whispered, “I need another one. I’m to chew, right?” she asked innocently, her voice as husky as if she had cotton in her throat.Reyland stared wide-eyed at her, slack-jawed.“You…you can’t…you shouldn’t…Marian,” he stammered, at a loss for words, the heat rising at the base of his neck, and at the base below his belt buckle.The she-wolf instantly got whiff of a scent that made her sit up.Reyland’s face got redder, and Marian’s body couldn’t take the sight.He made to stand and she moved, breaking parts of the bandages that still graced her body.She straddled Reyland and kissed him without restraint.
As far as every pack member knew, Alpha Dax had never been so magnanimous in the past. At previous ceremonies, he was never seen until the event commenced.Today, he was seen everywhere. It was both comforting and unnerving.In addition, the Alpha heir was also in tow.Though many whispered that this might have something to do with his growing responsibilities within the pack as he would soon turn twenty-one and there were things he ought to take over from his father, sooner rather than later, it was not usual either.The heir usually moved about on his own, with their Luna-in-waiting, Risa, accompanying him, but today she was nowhere in sight.The pack was also aware that their guests were still around.Normally, they should have left after Christmas, but they were all still around, and the compound was still in lockdown.They had every reason to be somber, to be uneasy.As the pack stewed in their doubts and hope for a peacef
“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