The next morning, we are all downstairs to greet Alpha Gael of the Diana Pack and his mate. The elders of the pack are also there, along with Xander and Devin. It is obvious that Xander and Devin haven’t slept much. Their eyes are red rimmed, their faces pale, and dark bags bruise their under eyes. They are holding hands, their knuckles almost white from their grips on each other.
Their pain is evident in the very air that surrounds them. Though they know that Arya will return tomorrow, it is of little comfort when they know that their mate is being beaten and abused. Any attempt to console them is met with blank stares, almost as if they have retreated so far into themselves that they cannot understand what is being said to them. We told them they didn’t need to come, but they just got out of bed and followed us. We figured that at the very least we could all keep an eye on them this way.
A single car pulls into the drive and parks in front of the packhouse. Inside are two men. Apparently, Gael didn’t want to draw attention to the fact that they had left his territory. They wanted to travel quickly, so it was just him and his mate.
After our last visit from an outside pack, my wolves are understandably anxious about another alpha entering our territory. I have reassured them as best I can, but they feel the need to protect what is ours.
When Mathias left last night, we held a pack meeting in the dining hall. Between Lucille, Charlie, and I, we relayed to the pack all that the Goddess told us. They were shocked to say the least. There were questions, grumbles of disgust and anger, and cries of outrage. For a few moments, I had thought that I had misjudged my wolves. That many would leave. That they would refuse to help us.
I have been filled with shame from my doubt in my pack since then.
The grumbles and yelling during that time had mixed together. I couldn’t hear individual words. I had to use my alpha tone to quiet them, something I am loathe to do.
I allowed them to voice their concerns, individually. They wanted to know of our
plans, our allies. Our chances. But none of them wanted to leave. They were angered by Mathias’ outright blasphemy, by his treatment of their Delta/Gamma mate, and by the coming war. But they held fierce pride in our response, in the fact that I had shown my supremacy and forced Mathias to submit.
The pack would follow us into war. They would protect what was ours.
We obviously could not tell them everything. They understood. But we told them enough so that they felt comfortable. They knew the risks. They were prepared.
So here we are, standing in front of the packhouse, welcoming the alpha of a second pack in as many days.
Two men climb out of an inconspicuous looking gray Nissan Altima, obviously picked for it’s forgetability. One is a rather tall hispanic man. He has long, shoulder-length, black, wavy hair and a small, neat goatee and moustache. His skin is a bronzed, honey color and he is leanly muscled. His coffee-colored eyes are set under thick eyebrows and they sparkle in the lights around the packhouse. He flashes us a wide smile when he gets out of the driver’s seat. This is presumably Alpha Gael.
The other man is a dark-skinned black man and he must be the alpha’s mate, Hakeem. Hakeem is about a head shorter than his alpha mate, but has broad, well-developed shoulders and chest muscles pressing against his white t-shirt. He has stubble lining his face, but it suits him. His eyes are so dark that they appear black in the evening light and he looks pensive in his assessment of us.
I step forward, extending my hand to both men in turn. “Alpha Gael. Alpha-Mate Hakeem. It is a pleasure to meet you both. I am Alpha Zak. Welcome to the Artemis Pack.”
Alpha Gael clasps my hand in his, his smile still wide and his eyes bright. “Please, call me Gael. Surely, we do not need to stand on formalities. We are friends, are we not?” Gael’s voice is low and welcoming, his speech heavily accentuated by a Spanish accent.
“Of course,” I say, smiling.
“And this is my wonderful mate and the top warrior of our pack, Hakeem.” Gael holds his hand out to Hakeem, tucking his mate in under his arm. Though Gael is outwardly jovial and smiling, his mate is much more reserved. Hakeem gives me a head nod and a tight, closed-lipped smile, his eyes never leaving my face.
“A pleasure to meet you, Hakeem. This is my luna, Charlie,” I motioned her forward on one side of me, “and our beta and my second mate, Brandon.” I also motion him forward, though he seems reluctant. He is still somewhat anxious about other’s response to our trio. But if anyone is going to understand, it will be Hakeem and Gael. They are searching for their own third member of their trio.
“Encantado (Pleased to meet you),” Gael says, bowing his head to Brandon and Charlie.
Both Charlie and Brandon incline their heads to Gael and Hakeem.
“Pleased to meet you all,” Hakeem says, his voice a rich baritone.
“Why don’t we head to the conference room? Our Oracle will be joining us with her apprentice. She is still recovering from the Goddess’s possession. It is easier for her to meet us on the first floor of the packhouse than climbing to the top floor to my office.”
“Of course,” Hakeem says, a small smile playing on his lips.
We lead them to the conference room, Hakeem and Gael holding hands while they walk through the halls.
Once in the conference room, omegas flit through the room giving us food and drinks. We are just settling in when Gael and Hakeem both straighten, their nostrils flaring.
Brows furrowed, Charlie asks, “Everything ok?”
“Compañera, (mate)” Gael whispers.
Brandon and I share a confused glance. “What?” I ask.
Just then, Lucille and Meredith walk through the door. Meredith’s face is flushed, her nostrils flared, her breathing fast.
“Mate,” Hakeem says.
“Mates,” Meredith confirms.
Ma-naaier! (Mother fucker!) My head is spinning as I come back to consciousness. The room is dark, but I can tell that I am alone. Mathias must have grown tired of beating the shit out of me. Mank genaaide bergbok! (Disfiguredly fucked mountain goat, Afrikaans curse) I will kill him! But first, I’ve got to get to my mates. I unleash the hold that I’ve had on my wolf. I would have instantly healed if I allowed her out, which is not something I want Mathias to see. I needed to get the fuck out of here and the only way to do that was to let him beat the shit out of me so that he thinks that I’m not a threat. Almost instantly, my bones start to knit together, my skin sewing back, a
Guau! (Wow!) That is all I can think when our mate steps into the conference room. She is beautiful. She is nearly as tall as Hakeem, her body slender, her movements graceful. Her beautiful hazel eyes are large in her face, her skin pale, and her cheeks have a light flush from smelling her mates. Her full lips have formed a perfect “o,” sparking thoughts of that mouth on me and my pants become quite tight. Her long chestnut colored hair falls down her back and perfectly frames her heart-shaped face. Her legs are encased in a pair of skinny jeans and one of her shoulders is bare from the loose fitting peasant top she wears. Her creamy, pale skin seems to glow in the light from the room. Hakeem and I both stand at the same time. Our movement seems to break our ciel
Within 15 minutes, I am completely healed. I shift, breaking free of my restraints, then quickly shift back. I’m naked, but I’m free and healed. Carefully and quietly, I move to the door. I stick my nose to the crack and inhale deeply, smelling for guards. There is one, but when I listen, I hear that his heartbeat is slow, telling me that he is asleep. Were I staying on as the Delta, I’d wake him up with a kick to the gut. How dare he sleep on duty! Idioot! (Idiot) But, this once, the overconfidence and arrogance of the men of the Blue Crescent Pack has helped me. I open the door and see the same pack member who used his elbow on the back of my head. I had no qualms in breaking his neck. I arranged his head so that
Something in Lucille’s words rings true. The same feeling that sent me to speak with Brandon two days ago is pushing me towards Gael and Hakeem. It’s telling me that, even though it is years too early, that I have found my mates. That I have to claim them and be claimed. I can feel their power radiating off of them and I know that our mating will only increase that. Biting my lip, I think about how badly I want to get our mating underway. I had completely forgotten Hakeem’s warning. Hakeem’s growl rumbles in his chest and he lunges at me. But Gael beats him, wrapping his hands in my hair and pulling my lips to his. He kisses me hungrily and Hakeem buries his face in my neck. “Um, guys?” Brandon clears his throat a few times to get our attention. When we finally look
I let Meredith move her small hands over my shaft until I can’t take it anymore. “Merry, lay on the bed,” I plead. She smirks at me, a bit of confidence in her sexual control over us. It’s sexy as hell. I pull Gael to me, kissing him before moving on to our mate. He moves behind me, sitting in the armchair that is stationed in the corner of the room. Meredith looks at him confused. “Aren’t you coming to bed?” I smile at her. “Our alpha is a bit of a voyeur. He likes to watch.” Her mouth forms a little “o” and it’s all I can do not to push my dick down her throat. The thought of her mouth wrapped around my dick makes it bob. Later.&nb
Devin “Well. That was unexpected,” Zak says dryly after we watched Meredith lead her new mates out of the room. Many in the room chuckled, but Xander and I just felt even more pain and despair. Someone else had their mate and we had lost ours. Yes, we know she is coming back, as early as five hours from now. Yes, we know that she will be ours from now on. But she isn’t here now. She is hurt. In pain. And we couldn’t change her mind and keep her here. “Well, I guess that’s it,” Zak says. “Lucille, would you like to stay in the packhouse tonight? You haven’t been alone for a while. It might be difficult to go back to being by yourself.” “Honestly, Zak? As lovely and wonderful as Meredith is and as much as
Su puta madre! (Mother fucker!) Meredith is going to be the death of me. When she took me into her mouth, it was obvious that she’d never done it before. But it was just as obvious that she was a fast learner. Even in the midst of her own first time having sex, she attended to my reactions to her movements. Meredith slowly laved mi rabo with her tongue, her pouty lips kissing up and down my shaft. I fisted my hands in her hair, but held myself back from shoving her all the way onto me. Mi princesa took my tip into her mouth, continuing to move her tongue around me.
Devin holds Lucille’s hand as we walk to her house, ensuring that she doesn’t fall. I carry food and clothing for Arya in a bag over my shoulder. Arya. She is all that Dev and I have thought about since she left. Her pain. The fear that was in her eyes. The pain from her rejection, though that is secondary to our worry for her. We’ve barely eaten, barely spoken, barely slept since she left. I check my phone for the time, seeing that it is 8:30. Three and a half hours. That is the earliest time that she could arrive. Dev and I have decided that we will wait at the southern border for her return. We walk through the forest with Lucille, none of us speaking, each lost in our own thoughts.