Misha glanced casually at his father’s markings.
On his back, at his shoulder blades, and on his lower back, there were intricate, tribal markings of an abstract nature.
Straight lines and sweeping curves decorated his body at the back and laced to his broad chest.
His stomach was unmarked. Nothing but a few old wounds graced that part of his body.
His powerful shoulders, upper arms, and the fronts of his thickset thighs were covered in black patterns that matched his back.
Nothing was on his forearms or the backs of his thighs.
His legs, from knee to feet, were also unmarked.
He turned as he pulled out a robe, and the design was as impressive as always.
Everything, on his father, was as impressive as always.
Tobias stared at Misha as his son eyed him.
“What?” he growled.
“Nothing,” Misha replied mischievously, continuing to look his father up and down.
“Are you up
Breaking through the throng, the pack doctor, Byron, rushed forward, speaking to both shifted alphas in the mind space, his hands outstretched in a calming gesture.The Luna, seeing the order the Alpha heir had brought, joined in the link as Dorien also reentered.Both Betas checked their flanks and the positions of their closest allies and quickly joined the link as well.And right there before the whole pack, a silent conclave took place.The situation was dangerous.The seven most significant pack members in Lightmoon.Their Alpha, Dax.Their former Alpha, Corien,The two Betas.The Luna.The Alpha Heir.The pack doctor.We're all occupied.Even though a link only took a moment to break, to have such powerful pack members ‘away’ from the pack was unsafe.The Lightmoon pack never let go of their vigilance, no matter what.Their system was simple, it was the same rul
“As soon as Whitehall moves, we will too. They have that ceremony they do. It holds today. Whitehall should make their visit soon after, they won’t interrupt their pack traditions. We need to be ready,” Misha replied confidently.Tobias’ member stirred again.Fuck! He moaned in his mind as he turned to face his bed with the dead girl as he enlarged.“Good,” he said out loud. “You can leave, Misha. I’ll come to the hall once I’m done here,” he remarked casually.Misha stared at his father’s back.He could sense his father’s excitement, and he smiled.He had believed his news would cheer him up, and he had been right.He stood and bowed to his father’s back.“Very well, Alpha,” he droned.His father grunted his dismissal.What Misha did not know, was that his father was almost fully erect and was hiding the bulge in hi
Misha glanced casually at his father’s markings.On his back, at his shoulder blades, and on his lower back, there were intricate, tribal markings of an abstract nature.Straight lines and sweeping curves decorated his body at the back and laced to his broad chest.His stomach was unmarked. Nothing but a few old wounds graced that part of his body.His powerful shoulders, upper arms, and the fronts of his thickset thighs were covered in black patterns that matched his back.Nothing was on his forearms or the backs of his thighs.His legs, from knee to feet, were also unmarked.He turned as he pulled out a robe, and the design was as impressive as always.Everything, on his father, was as impressive as always.Tobias stared at Misha as his son eyed him.“What?” he growled.“Nothing,” Misha replied mischievously, continuing to look his father up and down.“Are you up
After Reyland left, Marian took another shower, then cleansed the room with incense she had only had to use twice before during her captivity, when she knew someone would be visiting and didn’t want any evidence of her escapades floating in the air.Her first visitor that day, after Reyland had left, was Nurse Senna.The moment Senna walked in, her face underwent three stages of transformation.The first was when she saw her patient fully clothed, moving about, from the kitchen to the sitting area and back, clearing some broken pieces of furniture.The second was when the spice sent hit her nostrils; she had sneezed and gazed in wonder at Marian, her face clearly asking why such incense was in use.The third was when her wolf whispered to her, and the nurse flushed.Marian knew what the Senna did not say.Dinka growled, giving a clear warning to both the nurse and her wolf.“Use a different spice, princess,” Senna commented shy
“What? What did I say?” Reyland asked flippantly.Marian pulled his left earlobe playfully.“What then?” she asked lightly.“Your kiss,” Reyland replied flatly.Marian raised an eyebrow.“Remember I told you...about blood…and your father? And you?” he asked carefully, not forming the sentence in full, breaking it apart, conveying his message without using the words that had caused a near shift.Her face darkened, but it cleared almost as soon as it came.Her lips twitched, but instead of speaking, she nodded.“Remember when I asked you to heal me? That time, when you first woke, after the incident?” he asked slowly, again not using full phrases.Her brow furrowed as she looked away from him for a moment.She nodded again, more energetically, as her gaze slid back to him.“You remember how you did it?” he asked innocently, and she
Marian took the positive and continued.“Who stopped me when I went rabid?”“Who stopped me from turning just now?”“Who did I want to see, more than my own father, when I fainted from the Alpha Cry?”“Who did I want beside me when I was getting treated by Doctor Byron?”“There is only one person, my prince,” she concluded softly, her eyes quivering as she stared at his damp face.Not only his tears from earlier, but Reyland was sweating now as his eyes darted from side to side, facing her, but not seeing her.His mind was working, and his cool temperature was rapidly heating up.Marian could feel it.She almost wanted to stop him, tell him to think about it later, but something within her wanted him to want her at his side. Wanted him to need her the way she clearly needed him.Fire wolves died from heartache? Yeah, I can see it happening.
“It’s almost like a magnet, some enormous magnet, keeps pulling me to you, and I don’t think it’s unnatural. I think it could be…but, I’m afraid to say it. I don’t even dare to imagine it,” Reyland rasped, speaking faster now.“I have no wolf, and you, you are connected to a mystical one.”“But, I’m…I seem to be…” he paused, looking away for the first time. He turned back to Marian and edged forward, toward her.“I am affected by your blood.”“Different from how your father’s affects me.”Marian stood abruptly, pushing her chair back by over six feet. The only reason it did not go further was the wall it slammed against.“What?” Marian growled, her eyes flashing.Reyland stared up at her, open-mouthed, as he had been cut off mid-sentence.He exhaled, his chest slumping, his lips still parted.
Marian made her way back to the sitting room with flat plates and forks, for whatever was in the casserole.Reyland had moved from the bedroom to the kitchen and came out with two spoons and a large jug of water that had some leaves floating in it.He handed Marian a spoon as he placed the jug on the table. He glanced around and made to return to the kitchen, but Marian placed a hand on his chest to stop him.She gazed up at him as he stared down at her, silently.She jerked her hand away from him and croaked, “I’ll get the glasses, sit.”She left swiftly and returned seconds later with two large glass cups.“Thank you,” he said hoarsely.They sat. Reyland on the large couch, Marian on the smaller sofa to his left.In silence and with a few furtive glances, they ate.The only sound was when Reyland opened the casserole dish to display what was inside and Marian gasped.The Lasagna ste
Reyland was holding a casserole dish in his hands, something he had just removed from the oven. Something that smelled divine.He was wearing the same T-shirt he had on earlier, no sweater, and his dark jeans. No shoes on his feet.Definitely not a warrior wolf, she mused as she stared at his bare feet.For someone his size, his feet were slim and pretty.Straight toes, clipped nails, nice ankles. She had not noticed it before, but he had a birthmark at the back of his left foot.As she watched him, her mind wandered.No one had ever cooked for her. But this was the third time, in as many days, that Reyland was not just making food for her, he was making delicious meals.And just like in his home, he was moving around the kitchen smoothly.And just now in the bedroom, he had moved with a coordination she had never anticipated.As he moved back to the stove, from the counter, her eyes fell on his fingers, and her