Blake
“Where-” I started to say but heard someone moving in the forest. “Shit.”
A she-wolf’s heat can bring out male wolves for miles, even if it is not your mate. The pull to respond to a she-wolf’s arousal leads most wolves to violence. I needed to get her to one of the safe houses before I had to start fighting them off.
I picked her up, holding her as tight as I could. Her skin was burning my hands to the point of blisters, but I didn’t feel it from the adrenaline. A she-wolf cannot tolerate the heat for very long. Not mating or getting her body temperature down could be fatal. Her body temperature was way too high already. ‘You cannot let her die.’ Alex said, responding to my thoughts.
‘Would you please stop right now? I need to focus.’
Many of my friends got their wolf around sixteen and were instantly best friends. In sync with them, loving them. Mine had something up his ass from the first time we spoke. I was six.
He showed up when I was in a fight at school that I was losing spectacularly. Alex pushed his power into me to give me the upper hand in the fight, and I ultimately won. ‘You are weak.’ He had said to me, ‘You are going to be alpha and need to be strong for our mate. Get the fuck up.’ So, we did not have a good start. It only got worse from there.
There was a safe house close by that was empty as far as I knew. I did not stop running until I practically knocked the door down. All the safe houses were at the farthest point from the central pack lands. They were scent-proof and soundproof. Sometimes, female wolves would go into heat unmated, needing help to survive. There are a lot of tricks, but it’s usually a girl’s family who watches over her. What the hell type of people would let her go off alone? Or maybe she was rogue? She didn’t smell like a rogue, but she also didn’t have any pack scent that I could detect, which was unusual. Maybe she had never been part of a pack, so she couldn’t be rogue?
What shitstorm did I stumble upon? I wondered. But whatever it was, this was my mate. So I had to do whatever I could to keep her alive. Keep her safe and happy. She was my only chance to have a Luna as far as my wolf was concerned. So she was my only chance not to die a virgin.
‘You care about the most juvenile things.’ I’d have conceded to Alex on that one. The last thought was not critical right now.
I also would have never had the chance to experience love or any of that without her. And even if Alex gave up and we had chosen someone, I agreed it would never feel quite right, especially not after experiencing her scent. I was instantly addicted to it. Nothing else would ever compare.
Once through the door, the she-wolf who lived here slammed it behind me, and I heard the lock click. Someone was always here to make sure if a female came on their own, they could get the support they needed. It’s something my parents put in place and were quite proud of.
We had saved many she-wolves from being forcibly mated by a wolf who could not control their urges or perhaps even from death. The advantage to getting the posting was you could have a whole house to yourself or share with one other she-wolf. Most of the pack’s houses are crowded. Some liked it, but others, not so much.
“Alpha?” I didn’t say anything to her.
I pushed past her and ran upstairs. There was a cold plunge pool on the second floor, and I placed her in it as gently as I could. In a few minutes, her body had cooled down enough for her eyes to open.
“Darling, can you hear me?”
“Don’t call me that.” She said with a growl.
It was her wolf coming through. The eyes were too gold for this to be the human side of her, unless it was some genetic defect. I have known only two wolves who could not shift their eyes. Rick and his brother, Jacob. So, it would be unusual.
“What is your name then?” I spoke as carefully as I could. Her wolf was afraid, and it rolled off of her in waves, which put Alex on high alert.
“Kiara.” I pet the side of her face, and she pushed her nose into my hand. “Mate. I’ve been looking for you.”
“What is her name?” I could tell she didn’t appreciate my question.
“Don’t worry about that. She is unimportant. Foolish human. She doesn’t even know I’m real.” She had this pouty look on her face. This was a point of contention between the two of them. However, I needed clarification on what exactly she meant.
“What do you mean?”
“She doesn’t know anything about having a wolf. She takes these drugs to silence me. She wears silver, which weakens me. But I cannot bear it any longer. I need you.” She then wrapped her hands around my neck and pulled me close to her.
Passionately, her lips crashed into mine. I held back just a bit. Keeping myself under control was very important right now.
“I see that’s-”
“Let me talk to Alex.” She said, utterly uninterested in me. “It’s been hundreds of years now… I need…” And then she was gone.
The eyes became this icy green color, and she let out a howl of pure pain.
RickAt the training grounds, Ivy watched while a few omegas painted a couple of the bags. Whatever the paint was, it sparkled in the light but was otherwise clear.“Art project, Love?” I asked and sat down next to her in the grass.“After visiting my grandmother, Blake thought exposing the warriors to silver was a good idea. I thought having bags to punch covered in it would be an interesting way to go.” She picked up a container next to her and held it out to me. “Hungry?”“What is it?”“Scones. For the tea party. I did a test run.But don’t worry. I promise not to get too involved in things.” She was bitter about the request. I had hoped to get to her before Wyatt did.“Does it help if I say this tea party is a big favor to me?” I took a bite. Of course, they were good. “You bring these; they will fall in love.”“I’m smart, you know.” She had tears in her eyes and turned her attention back to the omegas. “I like to cook. I like art. But I’m not only that.”“I don’t doubt that for a
IvyBlake's mother popped her head in when I was halfway through a painting in my new craft room. I wasn’t sure if she knocked or not. It’s possible she did, and I didn’t hear it with how focused I was.“Hey,Ivy.” She smiled at me as she walked in. “That’s pretty.” I didn’t agree it was that pretty. It was my poor attempt to capture the waterfall we went to yesterday. I thought that Wyatt might like it.“It’s a work in progress. How can I help you?” Searching around, I finally found a cloth to wipe my hands on.“Oh. Well, I was hoping you would be up for a tea party.”“A tea party?” I raised my eyebrows at her and assumed she put something together with the pups.“Yes. I’m sure Blake told you about the treaty he is working on to establish the alliance with the other Alphas. He-”“He did not.” I clenched my teeth hard as I spoke.“Oh. I’m sure he forgot, and Patrick probably prematurely asked me to set up tea with their lunas. He and Rick have been trying to get Blake to consider the t
IvyAfter the swim, we ate in mostly silence on the beach. I was perturbed walking back with Wyatt from the waterfalls. It was now my favorite spot, but the way he grabbed me left angry red marks on my arms. Bruises had started forming. It didn’t feel normal and wasn’t okay. Did I make him that angry? That scared? Was this just the way he was? Quick to anger and blinded by it?It was nice, though… up until that moment. To be with him, away from this. In some world, that didn’t involve several hundred other people looking at us and whispering.We ran into his brother Randolph, whom I had yet to meet. His mate was very pregnant, strolling with his support. Why she was even up and walking around like this, confused me with how large she was. They said they were heading to dinner, but I felt it might make more sense to bring it to her. Exercise was good, but this woman had three fetuses growing in there. That was at least two too many. Having to walk as far as she did for food seemed crue
BlakeThe next couple of days, Ivy worked on the library. By the time she was done, it looked amazing. All the books were labeled and organized. There were murals on the walls and comfortable chairs around to sit in. She planned to staff it by having the older pups work there on a rotation, referring to it as community service. Although she insisted I pay them so, I’m not sure I would count that as community service. She had good points related to it. The older pups would all need to start working at some point, so this was a way to get a taste of that in a more controlled environment. With the promise of money, she got them to help her with the cleanup and sign up to staff it. It was because of that that she was able to complete it so quickly. It amazed me how quickly they all followed her. It looked like how ducklings followed their mother.I had the afternoon free and decided to take my mate on a date. I hadn’t done that and still needed to win her back over. The events from the ot
IvyI used it as an excuse to get out of dinner, but the library was a mess. When I passed it on my way to the kitchen, I was horrified and couldn’t get it out of my head. I do not know how anyone found anything. Everyone threw books in the corners and never returned them to the shelves when they were done with them. Did anyone work here? I wondered. Did no one bother to read, so it didn’t matter? There was little progress I could make in one evening, but I wanted to establish a plan to tackle it. While I was a bit messy in my living space, messes like this pissed me off. This was a shared space and deserved more respect.The problem is I don’t know much about library science. It’s a dying art, but it would be helpful. Without this knowledge, I decided to do the most genius thing I could think of. Organize first by genre and then by author alphabetically, since I didn’t see numbers on the books. Or labels of any kind. I noted that in the back of my head. We should get on it. Plus, th
BlakeWhen I got down to dinner, I found Ivy. This time, she was in the kitchen, kneading dough for bread. She was a bit of a mess again, but at least only her hands. Everyone looked so happy for the attention. They loved her. So, I said nothing. I said enough for one day. My mother suddenly was across from me with a stern look. Her voice came out as a hiss as she asked, “Are you making your mate work in the kitchen?”“I have quickly learned that no one can make Ivy do anything.” I smiled at her, grabbing bread from the table. “Or stop her from doing something she wants to do.”“Quite the challenge then.” She smiled back, changing her mind about the situation. My father sat down next to her, kissing her cheek. “Which I expected. That she would be a challenge.”“I should have expected it, too.” I looked down at my plate and then back at my mother. “She made me breakfast this morning.”“Did she?” My father raised an eyebrow.“I think she made just about every breakfast food you could as