"Luna." The guard at the door said lightly, inclining his head as Sarise walked up the steps.
"Chuck isn't it?" She asked when he pushed the door open.
"Yes mam." He answered with a smile.
"Do you know where Jacob is?" She asked, stepping aside as Carmen walked in the door carrying her dozens of bags.
"I believe the Alpha is in his office." Chuck answered, looking at the bags she carried. "Do you need help with those?"
Sarise smiled, shaking her head.
"No, but thanks for the offer." She answered, angling the bags through the door and heading to the stairs towards Jacobs' office.
When she reached the door, she listened for a moment, making sure there were no voices before she pushed the door open, struggling with the bags she carried.
Jacob stood with his back to her in front of the desk and turned the instant she was in the room, walking across and grabbing some of the bags from her hand.
"Thank you." She said with a smile, pulling the others into the room as she shut it behind her.
"Good afternoon?" Jacob asked, raising his eyebrows as she dropped the bags on the coffee table.
"Carmen is such a horror." She answered. "I can see why you send her with Madam Hesson. My feet are killing me."
She kicked off her high heels as Jacob walked towards her, chuckling lightly as he pulled one of the bags open.
"So, what did you get?" He asked, grunting when she slapped his hand aside.
"Don't be nosey." She snapped, sorting them as she did.
He lowered himself onto the couch, watching as she sorted through the bags before she lowered herself onto the couch beside him.
"Those are yours." She stated, nodding at the bags and Jacob sat forward, looking at her lightly as he grabbed the first bag.
"I got your clothing size from Madam Hesson. I hope you don't mind."
"Not at all." Jacob answered, opening the bag to find ties of various colours.
"You need more colour in your life." She pointed out. "Honestly do you own any other coloured tie except for red?"
He smiled lightly, pulling the next one to him, noting it was filled with shirts of different colour and material.
Reaching for the next he noted a variety of simple waistcoats in various colours to match the suits he had.
He pulled one out, resting it against him and looked at her with questioning eyes.
"What?" She demanded.
"Waistcoats?" He asked.
Sarise shrugged, reaching across him and grabbing one of the shirts, pulling it through the waistcoat and holding it against him.
"If you wear it like this, arms rolled up..." She stated, rolling the sleeve a bit.
"I always wear my sleeves down." Jacob pointed out.
"Fine then wear it under your jacket like some crusty old professor." She grumped, huffing lightly. "But you'd look sexy as hell if you wore it the way."
Jacob looked at her, his eyes darkening as he did.
"Would I now?"
"All guys look sexy dressed like this." She added, tearing her eyes away and pretending to look at the other bags.
"I'm not sure I like the fact you're looking at what other men wear." He stated and she turned to look at him, seeing an amused smirk on his face.
"Did you get a bikini?
"Thought you didn't want me to?" She pointed out, falling back into the couch and folding her arms across her breasts as he chuckled.
"Never said I didn't want you to get one." He answered, leaning back on the couch. "I'm just not into the idea of other men seeing you in it." He looked over her.
"I see you took my advice and wore something under the shirt."
"I wasn't too keen on how the men here ogled me when I was walking around after breakfast." She answered and saw Jacob's eyes flash lavender at her words.
"Oh, calm down! It's not like any of them would do anything anyway." He looked at her.
"Is that so?" He asked and she snorted at him, taking the waistcoats and throwing them into the bag.
"Like any of them would honestly fuck with the Alpha." She pointed out, leaning back on the couch and instantly noted his arm across the back, her hair brushing the sleeve of his jacket.
"Braaka has attempted to fuck with the Royal Alpha." Jacob pointed out, reaching up to run his finger across her shoulder and Sarise looked at him, surprised that he swore.
"That's coz Braaka is a moron." She answered. "He's honestly several sandwiches short of a full picnic." Jacob chuckled lightly. "It's probably all the steroids he took. Built up his muscles but shrunk his brain and dick."
"You know what his dick looks like?" Jacob asked, a low growl coming from him.
"No." She laughed. "But I've heard from the girls he was with in the Zones." She shrugged, holding up her hand and wriggling her little finger at him. He chuckled lightly.
"Besides." She continued, dropping her hand onto her lap. "He isn't really my cup of tea. He's a slobbering idiot."
"Who's in love with the Queen." Jacob pointed out and Sarise snorted.
"He just wanted Amelia at home barefoot and pregnant while he stuck his dick into anything that was willing to open their legs for him." She replied. "And some not so willing." Jacob frowned at the comment.
"He raped women?" He asked.
"He's was a Regulatory Guard." She pointed out. "They're the law in The Zones. Who are you meant to complain to? The Regulators are just as bad." She shrugged. "They take what they want, when they want." Jacob growled lightly at the comment.
"Does Noah know of this?" He asked and Sarise laughed.
"You're kidding right." She answered, looking at him in a surprised way. "I guarantee Amelia has told him everything about The Zones and his corrupt Regulators." She shrugged. "Besides, Noah saw what Braaka had done to the women he held when we were rescued."
"You were there?" Jacob breathed, looking at her with wide eyes and Sarise nodded.
"It was my fault she was taken." Sarise answered, her shoulders slumping lightly as she looked at her hands in her lap. "I made her come back to Zone Nine to visit. If I hadn't Braaka..."
"It's not your fault." Jacob said lightly, his other hand coming up and taking her chin, lifting her gaze to his
"I nearly got her killed." She whispered. "I couldn't do anything to stop them."
"From what I gather the woman who was with Amelia took quite a beating." He said lightly.
Sarise chuckled lightly as he dropped his hand from her chin.
"He punched like a bitch." She answered.
"Did enough damage to put you in hospital for a few days from what I heard." He pointed out.
He remembered being told that the woman who had been taken with Amelia had been treated for a silver stab wound among other injuries after they had been located.
"I heard what he'd done to some of the women he held. Did he..." He began growling lightly at the thought of that man rutting on his mate.
"No." She answered, shaking her head "He threatened every time I insulted him. Told Amelia he was going to make her watch in order to break her." She shrugged.
"He wanted us broken before he did anything. Ideally he wanted Amelia broken so she'd take him as a mate."
"He should have been executed." Jacob said lightly as he ran his fingers across her shoulder again.
"Amelia didn't want Noah to kill him." She answered, shuddering at his touch. "She's a soft touch at heart."
Jacob smiled lightly, nodding.
"Yes, she's definitely smoothed Noah's rough edges." He answered, looking at her lightly as he ran his fingers along the curve of her neck.
Sarise leaned into him briefly, before shaking her head.
"I should put this stuff away." She whispered, standing and stepping from him, grabbing the bags off the floor. "Do you need me to take those up to your room?"
"No, I'll have Madam Hesson do it." He answered, leaning back on the couch and watching her with dark green eyes.
Sarise shrugged, walking towards the door and pulling it open before walking from the room.
She stormed down the corridor, frustration building up inside her.
Why didn't she just kiss him, she'd never been shy about doing that sort of thing before, yet Jacob put her off guard somehow.
Walking through the door she threw her bags across the room, noticing the door to one of the inbuilt cupboards was ajar.
She walked over, pushing it closed only to see it pop open again.
Growling she pushed it closed again, seeing it pop open once more. She slammed it closed.
"Dammit!" She growled as it sprang back open again, as if it was mocking her.
She went to kick it closed when hands pulled her back, light green eyes looking at her questioningly as he turned to the cupboard, examining it.
"It just needs the latch fixed." He stated, looking at her.
Why was he here, did he follow her?
"I don't think it's something to get so frustrated over." He added and Sarise ground her teeth, glaring at the cool calm man in front of her.
He tilted his head to the side, tapping his chin before he chuckled suddenly.
"Ah." He breathed and Sarise frowned at him.
"What?" She snapped.
"Emotional bond." He said lightly, glancing at the cupboard. "I forget about that aspect of the mate bond."
Sarise went to snap again when she realised what he was talking about.
They were mates, bonded in every aspect.
Due to the bond they passed their emotions onto each other.
This allowed them to connect on a deeper level and of course because he was an Alpha his emotions were more dominate than her own.
"I just had to be mated to an Alpha didn't I." She snapped in frustration, turning her back on him and going to walk away when she stopped, spinning and pointing at him.
"It's not me who's frustrated!" She snapped, walking forward to poke him in the chest. "It's you!"
He raised his eyebrows in question.
"Oh, don't play dumb with me Jacob." She growled. "I can feel your emotions after all."
He shook his head lightly, brushing past her as he walked to the door and she grabbed his arm, stopping him.
"Dammit Jacob why are you so frustrated? Have I..." She snapped at him and without warning she was against the wall, her legs wrapped around Jacobs' waist as he ground against her.
"I wonder what has me fustrated?" He answered, reaching down to run his nose up her neck, breathing in her scent, his hard length pressed against her.
"You're not wearing the perfume you brought with you." He added and Sarise shuddered.
"It's expensive." She breathed, pulling him closer to her, wanting to feel him against her. "I can't afford a new bottle."
"You're the mate of an Alpha now. I'm sure I could replace it if you wanted." He answered, pulling from her.
"You should wear it." He added, releasing her and walking to the door and from the room before she could answer.
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Jacob stormed from the room, growling in frustration that he'd let his need get the better of him.
Take your time, he heard himself say lightly; she deserves to be treated with respect, she is your mate after all.
He heard his wolf growling in his mind.
"𝘛𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳." It growled. "𝘔𝘢𝘳𝘬 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴!"
"𝘏𝘶𝘴𝘩." He snapped, running his hand through his hair as he walked down the corridor towards his rooms. "𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦, 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘴𝘰𝘮𝘦 𝘸𝘰𝘮𝘢𝘯 𝘵𝘰 𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩 𝘺𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘴𝘦𝘹𝘶𝘢𝘭 𝘵𝘦𝘮𝘱𝘦𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵."
He heard his wolf chuckle at the comment.
"𝘕𝘰𝘵 𝘫𝘶𝘴𝘵 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘦." It snapped and Jacob growled, walking into the room towards the bathroom.
A cold shower, he decided was exactly what he needed.
He stripped from his clothing, throwing it at the hamper in the room and looked at the reflection in the mirror, his eyes running over the tattoos that covered his arms and torso as he looked for a piece of bare skin.
Perhaps another tattoo was needed, needed to stave off the desire for now.
He growled lightly as he realised there wasn't no room left on his top half, gripping the edge of the vanity as he considered getting one on his legs in order to stave off the desire that burned through is body.
"𝘐𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘯'𝘵 𝘸𝘰𝘳𝘬 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘵𝘪𝘮𝘦. 𝘞𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸." His wolf growled. "𝘠𝘰𝘶 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘵𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳, 𝘮𝘢𝘬𝘦 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘰𝘶𝘳𝘴."
"𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘵𝘰𝘺." Jacob hissed, turning to the shower and gasping at the cold water that assaulted his skin.
He pressed his forehead to the wall, his forearms resting against the cool tile as he felt his wolf growling at the thought of having to wait to claim his mate.
Jacob felt the same frustration and it was obvious that feeling had filtered into Sarise through the bond.
"𝘈 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴." His wolf stated and Jacob opened his eyes, tilting his head in question.
"𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘪𝘭𝘭 𝘯𝘰𝘵 𝘧𝘦𝘦𝘭 𝘰𝘶𝘳 𝘦𝘮𝘰𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘴 𝘢𝘧𝘵𝘦𝘳 𝘢 𝘧𝘦𝘸 𝘥𝘢𝘺𝘴." His wolf added and Jacob grunted, going to speak when he felt a wave of pleasure run through him.
He gasped, throwing his head back as the feeling coursed through him, hearing his wolf growl.
"𝘖𝘶𝘳 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘪𝘴 𝘱𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘩𝘦𝘳𝘴𝘦𝘭𝘧." It growled. "𝘐𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭𝘥 𝘣𝘦 𝘶𝘴."
"𝘚𝘩𝘶𝘵 𝘶𝘱!" Jacob snapped, putting his head on the wall again and grabbing himself, running his hand up and down his length angrily as he thought about Sarise.
He groaned as he felt his orgasm building, feeling the waves of pleasure from Sarise washing over him as he grunted, finding his release.
He stood under the cool waters, feeling his body temperature drop as he felt a feeling of frustration filter from his mate.
She wasn't sated, she needed something more.
He growled again, fighting down the feelings to storm into her room and take her, clearing his mind the way he had been taught by the witches.
He felt his wolf scratching to come forth, demanding to be released in order to take his mate yet Jacob fought him back.
He had been told the anger and inability to fully control his wolf had come from anger of his mother leaving when he was thirteen, that she had opened up some underlying rage in him that had allowed his wolf more control over him than it should do.
When he had turned sixteen and shifted for the first time, that lack of control had become apparent.
He and his wolf had gone on a rampage, not just violently but also sexually.
They had gone past the borders, into the banished lands to sooth both sides of its temperament.
It had been Jacobs' father who had found him two days later, rutting on a female rogue covered in the blood of those he had killed.
It had been his father who had forced him to shift back into human form, fighting him and marking him, leaving three parallel marks on his left side where is razor sharp claws had cut through the soft flesh of Jacobs' side.
The pain and realisation that his father had injured him as enough to snap back Jacobs' control of his wolf and he had shifted back, horrified at what his father had done.
To this day he still bore the scars of the wound his father had inflicted upon him.
Once they were back at the pack his father had contacted Kimber, bringing the witch to the mansion in order to try at push his wolf back where it should be, yet they were told there was nothing that could be done and that he would have to learn how to not only control his raging wolf, but also how to fulfil not just its desires and his own.
The tattoos had been one way to do that.
His wolf was always too preoccupied with the aggravation that came from healing to worry about anything else and over the years he had covered his arms and torso with a myriad of colour.
The second had been battles or hunting.
Killing always dulled the raging desire of his wolf for blood.
The third had been a string of orgies with both sexes in order to sate the sexual appetite of both himself and his wolf.
Eventually he had found Estelle, a woman who had the energy needed to fulfil the sexual desires of both them, even if she could only do it every few days, yet she never truly satisfied him and even after their trusses he would still be itching to find true release.
Despite this he had moved Estelle into the mansion, calling upon her whenever the need took him, keeping his rampant sexual desire at bay as best he could.
Many thought he would make her his choice mate, heck he assumed that even Estelle had thought she would become his choice mate.
He hadn't seen or heard from her since he had her removed from the mansion after he found Sarise.
He didn't even give her an explanation as to why she was being thrust out into the streets.
He realised he should contact her, she was owed an explanation.
"𝘍𝘰𝘳𝘨𝘦𝘵 𝘌𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘦." His wolf growled. "𝘞𝘦 𝘩𝘢𝘷𝘦 𝘢 𝘮𝘢𝘵𝘦 𝘯𝘰𝘸."
Jacob growled, shutting off the shower and walked across the room, grabbing a towel and wrapping it around his waist as he walked into the bedroom.
"𝘚𝘩𝘦 𝘥𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘴 𝘵𝘰 𝘬𝘯𝘰𝘸 𝘸𝘩𝘺 𝘴𝘩𝘦 𝘸𝘢𝘴 𝘵𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘷𝘦." Jacob growled back at his wolf, running his hand through his hair. "𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘸𝘦 𝘯𝘦𝘦𝘥 𝘵𝘰 𝘩𝘶𝘯𝘵 𝘵𝘰𝘮𝘰𝘳𝘳𝘰𝘸."
His wolf growled back in agreement as Jacob flopped onto the bed, yelling in frustration into the plush duvet.