Chapter 13

Damien

We followed the Iceclaw Luna into the foyer, and immediately my senses were overwhelmed by her scent once more. It filled every part of me, and Sargon went mad with desire to find her. “My husband is waiting for you in his office, Alpha Damien,” she waved to the stairs and a guard came to my side,”And I would be overjoyed if the rest of the delegation could join me in our garden for drinks and lunch,” she continued.

My parents, Rolf, and the others that joined us followed her through the foyer and to the garden. I could hear my mother talking to her about the preparations for the announcement at the ceremony this evening and subsequent banquet, but I found myself looking up the stairs, toward the source of the scent. “Alpha,” the guard said, and I followed him.

“Wait here,” he instructed as we approached the office door. It was cracked, and I could hear her speaking with her father. Moving closer, I looked through opening and there she was in that dress. I had never fully appreciated sundresses until this moment, but more than that, I found myself listening to her voice. She spoke with resolve and command, and her father clearly trusted her judgement. She was clever and understood the importance of how to keep strong alliances. As I listened to her, it became very clear that she had no idea that I was her betrothed, that she thought I was to marry some Beta’s daughter. Sargon snorted at the thought.

Her confidence faltered as she asked her father “Excuse you?” when he told her that she was engaged. I flinched, feeling a little wounded that she saw me as nothing more than an alliance marriage, someone that she would have minimal contact with. “Maybe she doesn’t know it is us,” Sargon comforted, but we weren’t used to rejection. It stung, but I pushed the feeling aside.

I listened in on more of their conversation, but her scent and the pull of her was intoxicating. Before I knew it, the office door had opened and I was inside, standing there, watching her exchange with her father like a spectator.

Her father saw me in the doorway, but continued on, explaining that she would be both Alpha and Luna, that she could have other mates. He assured her is was purely for an alliance and nothing more. At that, Sargon growled, “Absolutely not. Only us. That needs to be renegotiated.” I agreed wholeheartedly.

I watched as she accepted the engagement, then became animated once more as she thought about our pups. “Our pups,” Sargon was elated that she was thinking of our pups together, and I stood there like an idiot with a smile on my face thinking about the future we could have together as my thoughts drifted to watching her in her rightful place in the North.

I must have looked like a dumbstruck grinning idiot as I was lost to my thoughts because suddenly her face whipped around and her icy eyes, like where the sea and tundra meet, locked onto mine. “What are you smiling at?” she spat as she whisked past me, electricity shooting through my body as she brushed past.

I gasped, feeling like she had ripped part of my soul with her, and I gladly gave it. No she-wolf had ever had this power over me. “SHUT UP!” she yelled as she stormed away. Sargon was amused, recognizing that she was arguing with her wolf.

I regained my composure and chuckled to myself. She may be born of ice, but she was all fire. “Alpha Damien,” her father welcomed, “I see you’ve met my Katla.” I couldn’t take my eyes off of where she had just been and wanted more than anything to follow her.