Reyland’s smile was driving daggers into Marian’s heart.
It was the sweetest thing she had ever seen. That word came again, and she pushed it down, refusing to be distracted.
He’s so adorable! She mused, unable to make the word disappear.
Marian stifled a sob.
“You’ve never kissed me before,” she breathed.
“What do you mean? We’ve kissed –” Reyland replied, his eyes searching her face, as if unsure whether she was all there.
“Yeah, but only when I do it,” Marian retorted breathlessly.
“This is the first time you’ve kissed me, without pulling back,” she continued in a breathless whisper.
“Oh? How many times did you force yourself on me?” he murmured slyly, the smile still on his lips.
“Three times,” she breathed instantly, her green eyes boring into his sapphire ones.
“Then…”
“The fallen princess did what?!” the Alpha of the Bloodrayne pack bellowed.“Yesterday, Alpha. The whole place was locked down. We couldn’t –”Tobias strode to the runner and picked him up by the throat, claws digging into his skin, choking him as he linked him in the mind space.There, he got all the information firsthand without waiting for the wolf to form his thoughts into words.He dropped him like a rag doll, coughing and wheezing, holding his bruised, bleeding neck. The runner remained on his knees, bowing to his Alpha.“If that is what I think it is, then the girl may be far more important than my little Alpha,” He murmured.“More important than Dax?” Misha, his son, crooned.“Now THAT is something indeed,” he said slyly.“You won’t understand,” Tobias spat.“Then explain it, Father,” Misha retorted flippantly.
“I didn’t hear you move!” Marian continued in a whisper.“You didn’t make a sound! Reyland!” she said urgently as she lay flat on the bed, staring up at him.Reyland smiled, hesitantly.“Shhhh. Marian,” he whispered, “something is going on that neither of us knows much about,” he continued, his voice low.“My…the Alpha has got wind of a spy from Bloodrayne. We need to be careful,” he stated, his tone and manner very formal.“There was a plan…before Christmas, to take them down. Tension between them and us has risen in the last nine months. They’ve become…unpardonable. Their raids, their ranging, everything has just been…too much.”“We were making preparations, with other allies, to wipe them out. But with everything for the past two days –”“Two…two days?” Marian stuttered, her eyes
Reyland continued. “So, what I need you to do, my princess, is find your wolf,” he encouraged her gently, his voice steady, confident.“She must be hiding; she must be scared. Call her to you. Tell her everything you know. Tell her what you don’t,” he elaborated calmly.“Your father will fill in the rest, but let him tell both of you. Okay?” he finished gently.Marian’s eyes dampened, and she swallowed.“Are you sure?” she asked softly.“Yes,” Reyland replied confidently.“No. I mean, are you for real?” she asked again, her voice trembling as her eyes filled.Reyland’s brow furrowed. “What do you mean?” he asked hesitantly, eyeing Marian again.“Am I…YOUR princess?” she whispered. Reyland blinked at her, then he inhaled sharply.His soft cheeks flushed as he glanced to the side.“YOU are n
Marian reluctantly recalled the last time her father had been in her room, just two days ago.She had told him that she would always be there for him. She had asked him not to be sad.And now, here they were, again, and she had done something wrong – again.Making him sad. Again.Her father was speaking.“Good. Gravan, you go first. I too need to hear this,” he said, a steeliness in his voice that made both Marian and Gravan wince.“Dinka?”“Yes, Dad,” Dinka replied Nikal, Corien’s wolf, in their mind space.“Okay. Gravan. Please,” Corien said out loud, closing his eyes as he rested his back against the chair he was seated in, straightening his shoulders.Gravan glanced away from him, his face drawn.Marian could sense his hesitation and could feel that he was not at full strength, but she kept quiet, waiting for her uncle to speak.==========
His head began to bend backwards when Gravan’s voice came through.“You are our Alpha. The one true Alpha of Lightmoon. If you cannot control yourself, why expect your child to do better?” he said hoarsely, still kneeling upright on both knees, backing his mentor.Marian’s wide eyes snapped to her uncle.Gravan’s back and shoulders were straight as he turned, on his knees, to face her father.“If you want to help her, show her how it’s done,” the former Beta of Lightmoon demanded firmly, fearlessly to the morphing former Alpha.Gravan rose slowly, his eyes fixed on Corien.“Show her,” Gravan insisted, his voice low, forceful.Marian stared at her uncle, still slack-jawed.“Look to your father, princess. Look and focus,” he ordered her, his eyes still on his friend and mentor.“This is what happened to you. See it with your own eyes,” he g
“No power? NO POWER!” Dorien bellowed now, not caring anymore about being overheard by pack members or spies.“Brother!” Reyland whispered urgently, the concern in his voice and eyes palpable.The heir swallowed, his breathing calming down a notch as he shook Reyland by his shirt.“How can you SAY that?” Dorien hissed as his eyes almost fervently searched Reyland’s“You know –” he pressed, but Reyland cut in.“I do. That’s why I’m not afraid,” he urged, watching his brother closely.Seeing Dorien about to protest more, Reyland placed a hand on his brother’s shoulder.“It’s what I said Christmas morning. Do you remember?” he continued, bending lower, leaning closer to Dorien.“We know about the blood. She did not. Now, for one second, just one second, Dorien, imagine someone made our father do what HER father has bee
What Dorien knew, and knew well, was that his brother was a skilled strategist.He had seen through his act of changing the topic, but he had a lot of respect for his brother, almost as much respect as their father did.He was willing to be pulled along, in so far as it was a direction he was willing to go.“You, brother, are a real danger to this pack, do you know that?” he mumbled.“What do you mean?” Reyland asked lightly, stepping forward.A muscle in Dorien’s jaw ticked.As his back was to Reyland, Reyland did not see his face.And because Reyland was not practiced in using wolf abilities, he did not sense the change in Dorien’s aura.Dorien’s face was pale, his eyes were wide, as he stared ahead, looking at nothing, his eyes quaking in their sockets.He heard me? Dorien mused.He doesn’t take the blood. He hasn’t taken it since I forced him o
“We were not afraid or concerned.”“We walked up to their fire and stared at it.”“We had never seen such a thing before. I don’t remember any fire before that one,” he continued in the same monotone, shaking his head slowly.“The men stared at us until one of them, seated opposite where we stood, stepped forward and spoke to us.”“He was a tall man. A giant in our eyes.”“I found out much later that he was not so big. Not so awe-inspiring.”“But I was a child.”“I didn’t recall having ever seen another person other than the one my size, beside me, holding my hand.”“We gazed up at him, our necks bent all the way back.”“He squatted down, and his eyes were black.”“Dax giggled,” he said with a half-smile, his eyes clouding over as he relived the memory while sharing it.
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