Chapter:- 3

Air continued to be worked and Jonathan gave her some of his power to boost her stores and speed the process along. Eventually she pulled away, breathing deeply. Jonathan couldn't see how much of the damage remained though the broken and tattered armor. He let he fingers move in a flourish and much of the Alpha woman clothing disappeared.

Allena was covered her clan Mark, as was to be expected. The dark marks were burned into her flesh daily, but they were not what caught his eye. The lingering effect of the demon's blade was a rather nasty scar stretching from the woman shoulder down nearly to her hip.

Air made a vague gesture over the extensive damage. "The poison on the blade destroyed the flesh there. She will always have the scar."

Jonathan nodded silently as he came around the bed and looked down at the Alpha woman. Her hair and skin were still marred by the caked-on grime of battle and part of her face was obscured due to her position laying on her stomach, but Allena . . . beauty was not something that could be dismissed.

"She is quite the specimen, isn't she?" Air asked as she came to stand beside him.

Jonathan looked back at her, lips pursed as he caught her eyeing the woman. Her disgust seemed to have lessened as she examined the physical form of the Alpha wolf. He was tempted to deny her claim but in the end what did it matter if he found the young woman desirable? It meant nothing.

"You will keep her, yes?" she asked. "Her wounds were far more severe than I'd thought, and it took longer to heal. Any information that would have been useful is gone . . . but you do not seem inclined to dispose of her."

Jonathan nearly licked his lips. "No . . . No, you are right, I will keep her. I've not had a pure blood is quite a few centuries and this one . . ."

Jonathan reached out, running a finger down the side of the woman face, banishing the sweat and grime from her skin. Her matted and blood-soaked hair was instantly clean and felt like silk beneath the Devil fingers.

"It's been a while since anyone interested you this way, Jonathan."

He snorted. "She is but a wolf -useless to me now but for one thing. I'll have my fill and then hang her body outside to his clan for her mate and children to see."

Air raised a brow, clearly unconvinced of his venom, but Jonathan found he didn't care. No, he thought as he turned away and began spelling the room sealed. Wolfs are such boring shallow creatures . . . this one is no different.

Jonathan stood within Allena cell watching as the Alpha woman exercised with what was available to her. He'd left the woman alone for nearly two weeks and all, but one clan Mark had faded. The Soulmate mark (in my story soulmate mark not summaries as love on, when two pure blood wolfs born in same time they have the soulmate mark, they can feel each other pain, happiness etc.) stood out starkly black against Allena fair skin.

Allena Wood.

He'd recognized the name as soon as the first report from one of his spies has come in. Daughter of the wood's family and one of the most respected clans within the shrinking different clan's forces.

The young woman was also at the eye of a hurricane brewing within the clan. A civil war that threatened to tear the entire organization apart from within. The consequences of their actions for not lifting a finger when God had been on his rampage and now the disdain that the upper echelons of the society towards one of their brightest member's . . . They could fake their unity for outsiders and other creatures, but the factions within the clan's organization would have done his work for him given enough time.

No . . . He knew all about Allena Wood.

He remembered the 'scandal' a few years back—remembered how he'd chuckled as the young woman was put on trial and nearly stripped of her clan Mark for the crime of saving a homosexual couple. Her peers had argued tirelessly on her behalf, but they had no power within the ruling council of the clan's. It was only the ongoing war and Allena exemplary record in battle that had saved her. Even with the way the head clan had shunned her, she'd still continued to fight for the clan's —winning several skirmishes against Jonathan forces.

Jonathan licked his lips as the young woman dropped down into a set of pushups on the ground. He'd had little need to interrogate Allena—or even speak to her. So, he'd left the Alpha woman alone . . . well, he'd hidden his presence as he'd watched. 

Allena eventually finished with the pushups and had moved over beside the antique coffee table that sat in front of the fire that never died. Jonathan cringed as the young woman began doing box jumps . . . onto the coffee table. He sighed dramatically as the heavy wooden piece groaned a bit under the strain but did not shatter or even crack. This was his punishment for choosing such a . . . plush room to put Allena into.

He'd forgotten to provide additional clothes, however. He could see that now with the way Allena had apparently washed her clothing in the bathroom, and they now hung from the mantle over the fire to dry. It left the Alpha woman in only her undergarment—a small clingy thing that left nothing to imagination as Allena did his jumps and the small bit of fabric provided next to no support in her . . . upper and lower regions. Sweat had beaded along her back, running down the grove of her spine and the scar that still nearly bisected her back.

"Are you going to continue to watch me or are you going to say something this time?" Jonathan asked as she hit the ground, pausing her movements.

The Vampire Prince didn't allow surprise to overcome him, and he didn't hesitate in revealing himself. Allena stepped away from the coffee table, her head tilting as she took in the first person she'd seen in weeks. The wolf looked over at her clothing expectantly, and vampire quickly waved a hand, drying them instantly.

"Though don't feel like you need to get dressed up for me," he said quickly, but the other woman ignored him. Allena didn't thank him, merely walked over and started pulling the clothing back on. The firelight glowed around her giving her a stark silhouette that had Jonatha staring.

It really was a shame to cover up such beauty.

Allena turned back around, her pants were on, but the simple wrap shirt was still hanging open revealing her. Jonathan raised a brow at the sight.

"Why am I still alive?" the woman asked suddenly when it became clear that Adom wasn't going to begin the conversation.

The vampire Prince blinked, shaking himself free of his less than pure thoughts. "What?" he asked, blinking.

The Alpha woman didn't seem amused. "Why am I still alive? I can't tell time in here, but I know it's been at least a week."

Jonathan shrugged. "Nearly two."

Allena lips tightened and she looked worried. Jonathan watched as the young woman's fingers ran over her side absently, touching the area where the hidden Soulmate Mark still remained. The vampire prince felt his eyes narrow ever so slightly at the sight. He'd long since figured out that the other Alpha wolf who is screaming her name that day from the battlefield was Sam Wood, the Soulmates of Allena, her adoptive brother.

The echo of the Alpha man agonized howl flashed through his mind. Was Sam doing the same to his mark in this very moment, he wondered.

Allena spoke again, her words breaking Jonathan thoughts. "Well, if you were intending to drive me crazy, by leaving me alone—"

"That was not . . . my intent," Jonathan said quickly, stepping forward, his movements a glide that bordered on graceful. There was a subtle shift in Allena breathing—unnoticeable unless one was intent on seeing it. The Alpha woman was not immune to Jonathan rather considerable charms, it seemed.

"Then what is your intent?" Allena asked with a swallow.

"I wanted to learn about you—about pure blood Alpha wolf," he said with a tilt of his head. It was a safe enough answer, he thought, but Alena wasn't buying it.

"Considering the way the war has been going, I'd say you know plenty," the Alpha woman answered shrewdly. It fit with what Jonathan had come to know about her.

"One can never know too much, Allena," Jonathan said lightly.

The Alpha eyes narrowed, and her lips thinned. "You know who I am, then."

Jonathan couldn't stop the way his lips spread into a smile. "Oh, of course. Alena Wood —shamed daughter of the Wood family. War hero on the losing side."

Allena grimaced, looking away. "You know all about me . . . If you're looking to ransom me—"

"I'm not," he said quickly, stepping forward even as the woman backed away. "No, you won't be going anywhere for a while, or you won't going to leave this place again ever."

By this point, Allena had backed away until her thighs hit the bed. She was just little smaller than Jonathan —, but she was no match, and she knew it. She had no clan Mark and this was Lucifer Son.

"And besides, I don't know all about you, but one does hear things . . ." he began softly, leaning in. "Things about a certain Alpha . . . Sam Wood , yes? Your adoptive brother your soulmate —"

The name seemed to snap something inside of Allena. "Don't talk about him!"

The Vampire Prince wouldn't have stopped the smug raising of his brows even if he'd wanted to. "I see . . ." he said softly. "Oh, I do see."

Jonathan felt his magic well up inside him, aching to burst forth and make his dreams into reality. He felt the rush as it began to leak from him, sliding down his fingertips, puffing like smoke from his mouth.

"You love him, don't you?"

Allena shook her head frantically, but Jonathan laughed, his arms coming around the other woman, pulli

ng her close until his lips brushed the woman's ear.

"Love me," he whispered. "As you love him."