“Do you mean that?”
I sit back looking at my family. At all of them. My parents. My five brothers and my sister. We’re sat around the table, with the food untouched in front of us all. We eat like this, as a family, most nights. It’s the one meal we spend together.
“Yes.” I say.
Khloe’s eyebrows shoot up. Ryker doesn’t look surprised. The rest stare back and I swear their jaws smack the table.
“You don’t have to make any decisions now.” My mother says before picking up her fork again.
“I know but for the moment Ryker is my heir.” I state. I don’t want to have any in-fighting, any petty squabbles. We need to present a united front and me being clear about this ensures that’s what we do.
Ryker shakes his head just enough for me to notice.
‘You have a problem with that?’ I ask through the mind-link.
‘You know I’m not suitable to take over if something were to happen.’ He replies.
I tilt my head. ‘And why is that?’
He looks away as if he’s ashamed when we both know he has no reason to be.
‘Levi should be your heir. Levi will have pups…’ He replies.
‘So could you.’
‘You know that’s not going to happen.’ He growls.
I narrow my eyes. “Ryker is my heir and that is final.” I say out loud.
He huffs but he doesn’t argue more.
“What are we going to do about the Aurora Pack?” Khloe asks.
I look at my parents for a second. Someone has attacked us, even if it weren’t for my connection to this particular Pack, I need to find out who was behind it. I need to ensure they’re punished. They came against our species. They must pay for that.
“We’ll send some Wolves to investigate.” I say. “And we’ll send envoys to all the other Packs too.”
“I’ll go.” Cain says.
“Really?” I reply.
He shrugs. “It will put them at ease, show we’re taking this seriously.”
“Fine.” I say.
“I’ll go too.” Aeron says. “We’ll split the Packs between us.”
I look at my mother, to see how she takes that, both her mates will be leaving. She meets my gaze head on. For a human she can certainly master the same fierce spirit we all embody. “It’s for the good of our family.” She says as if she knows what I’m thinking.
I know she’s right. But that doesn’t mean I like separating them.
“I can go too.” Levi says.
“No, you’ve never been an envoy before…” I begin.
“Then wouldn’t you say it’s time I learnt?” He replies.
Yeah, maybe he’s right but that doesn’t mean I want my entire family spread far and wide. Besides we don’t know who is behind this. I hate putting my parents at risk. I don’t want to put Levi in such a situation when I know he’s not ready.
“Not this time brother. Let our fathers do this.” I say.
His shoulders slump. I know he means well but I don’t want to risk anything happening. And I know my parents can take care of themselves.
I know I shouldn’t do it. I know it’s against all my reasoning but once Lia’s asleep I creep out, into the corridor, up the stairs to where Maricela’s room is.I don’t knock. I don’t want to alert her to my presence.In truth, I just want to see she’s okay. To see for myself because Axel gave me a full report after he’d finished stitching her up. And what I heard made me hate myself even more.I slip inside, shutting the door, and then I pause.I can hear her, the soft sound of her breathing. I can smell her too.I step further in, past the couch, past the door for her tiny little bathroom. I should have given her something more suitable. I should have made sure she was more at home here.As I approach the bed, I can’t see her. I frown looking around because where else would she be?And then I spot her tiny form, curled up, tucked away in the furthest corner of the room by the wardrobe. There’s a blanket beside her that she must have been using as cover. She’s wearing just a t-shirt a
“I’m so sorry, Maricela.”“Don’t.” I reply. “It’s not for you to say it.”“I don’t understand what’s going on. Adriel isn’t like this…”I hiss at his name. Even the sound feels like a dagger straight to my heart. Besides, it doesn’t matter what he says, he’s not the one who needs to fix this, he’s not the one who should be answering for this.“Alright. Change of subject.” He says. “What’s your favourite food?”“Why?” I narrow my eyes.“Because that’s what we’re eating.”“You won’t know what it is.” I say.“Try me.”“Tlayudas.”His eyebrows raise. “What is it?I shake my head. “I guess you have to figure that out.”He lets out a laugh before his eyes go fuzzy for a second and then he looks at me. “They’re on their way.”“We’ll see.” I reply, trying not to smirk.He laughs again, sinking into the couch and pulling me back so that we laid out. For a second, I wonder if I’m giving him the wrong idea. If perhaps I’m too comfortable with him. I don’t want to cross any lines. As much as I ha
I hear the knock and then someone comes in. I don’t have time to respond, to hide, to do anything. My fear lurches through me that this is another attack and yet surely, they wouldn’t knock first, right?“Why are you sat in the dark?”I let out a breath of relief at the sound of his voice.“It’s safer in the dark.” I whisper back.I can just about see Axel’s frown but he doesn’t make any move to put the light on.He walks over to the couch and sits down on the arm, facing me. “I heard your wound isn’t healing.”“Ryker told you that?” I reply.“No, King Adriel did.”My pain flares. That he knows. That Ryker must have told him, and his response was to send Axel instead of come see me himself? I screw my face up trying so hard not to cry but it feels inevitable.“Maricela…”“Don’t.” I gulp. I don’t want to hear it. I don’t need kind words. I don’t need sympathy. None of that helps me.“Why do you think it’s safer in the dark?” He asks gently.I huddle up. I’m still by the window. Staring
The door slams open. I look up from the damned treaty the Council has been going on about for days just as Ryker storms in, his face full of fury.“What is it?” Aeron asks.He fixes his gaze on me. “Do you have any idea how they’re treating her?” He says.I frown. “Who?”“Your mate.” He shouts.“What are you talking about?” I reply.“Maricela.” He says. “Maricela dos Santos. Or have you forgotten her that quickly?”I feel my heart twist. In truth, I’ve been ignoring her. Pretending she doesn’t exist because the mere thought that she’s here seems to send my Lycan out of control and it feels like it’s the only way to protect her. At least, that’s what I’m telling myself.“Is she okay?” I ask.“Is she..?” Ryker says. “She’s half-starving.” He roars back.I narrow my eyes. “I asked you to look out for her. I asked you to make sure she was safe.”Ryker seems to flip them. “That’s your role as her mate, you bastard.”“Ryker, that’s enough.” Aeron growls.“No, it’s not.” Ryker continues. “Sh
Days pass. I don’t see Adriel. I don’t see anyone. I learn quickly what times the Food Hall is packed and when it is emptier. I’m quicker now, I sneak in, grab what food I can, and make sure to be gone before the main crowd arrives.I know it’s cowardly. I know it’s pathetic. But that’s what I am.And yet still, despite now having regular food, it’s not enough. I’m constantly hungry, constantly thirsty. And I’m not putting on any weight, in fact, it looks like I’m getting skinner.When I walk into the hall this morning, I freeze. It’s early. Normally only the first patrols are here at this time. Though they give me filthy looks and mutter under their breaths, they don’t do anything else.But today, today it’s rammed. Like everyone decided to come at this time because they knew I’d be here.I step back, and smack back into something solid.I turn and it’s him, that same arsehole Wolf from before. He smirks at me.“Going somewhere?”My eyes widen. My Wolf snarls so loudly in my head. I
I stay in my room the rest of the day. Thankfully no one disturbs me, and I lay there, half resting, half driven mad by the absurdity of this situation. How can Adriel not see that I’m his mate?How can any of this be happening?It’s clear Lia has got her claws sunk so deeply into him he doesn’t know what to think. That she’s told him such a fantastical lie that he can’t see anything beyond it - but what could explain away our mate-bond? What would ever justify the way he’s behaving?I look at my arm, at where the stitching is. If I were a normal Wolf, I’d be healing up nicely by now. It’s another sign of my weakness. I don’t want anyone to see, to notice, so I pull on a jumper and hope I can conceal it long enough that everyone forgets I was even hurt.I need to outplay Lia.I need to get better at this but I don’t even know how.Maybe I should have let Adriel fuck me after all. Maybe that should have been my move, to seduce him right back. But I don’t know how and I don’t w