A simple truth?
We'll never have today again.
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To feel a bounded soul is all he ever wanted.
His chest shook on the inside as his heart pounded against it's overlying barriers, or the cages rocked as they shielded against nothing but a reckoning force. Maybe instead of a heart, it protected an emptiness that approached a forgotten importance.
His eyes switched between it's poised void that resembled seldom load of fear, or it could have been the radiating abundance he'd been holding back to relish and explore.
He wondered could joy ever be the true villain that would riot; created chaos if he explored it too much, or accepting responsibilities and not being able to live was the simple reprimanded twin.
Few curses and grumbles escaped his tight lip that fought back the beast's fleeting, sharp indentures, that wanted to stake a victim. It was a constant battle between the two opponents, the right to shed skin. How so desperately he wanted to melt into his fur side but debated against it. For heaven-sake,
For Her, he reminded.
Or even for... him. The great awakening, or the god everyone turned to when they tucked tale. For crying out loud, Hector was never afraid to fight. He'd lay down his life for any cause, any purpose. That is if, given more reason.
Now he finally had a one.
He's known Bane for years and never seen him act like this. So disastrous. Ticking like a time bomb ready for the explosion. Lately, Hector had grown to hate this, that is, until he shared same emotion as his wolf brethren. Yes, he'd fallen apart in close radius of his mate. He'd caught himself in the submissive position, when he gazed into those brown eyes that promised him everything he'd ever needed.
And it madden him and drove him crazy, Hector was a man of many things however he didn't need anything. He over centralized training and being the stronger male under his alpha. To him, he'd received everything he ever wanted; respectfully. So what was the use of this, woman?
What was the use of her strutting into his life to claim it as hers, little did she know she had his heart in between her teeth and his prejudice in her palms. Such power a slender shewolf had and she doesn't even know it... Or does she?
Before Hector could snap back into reality, he'd been tossing everything off of his night stand onto the floor starting with his lamp that was now broken into pieces.
Shards of glass from picture frames shattering on impact once connecting to the floor. He doesn't plan on stopping, he doesn't stop until he hears a soft voice.
He ignores it the first time until finally he feels a soft palm pressing against his shoulder blade coaxing him at the sensation, that began to spiral with a new found adrenaline. A new found toxin that smelt of her kiss and her consuming- mouth watering body scent, he didn't know what took control of him.
Electricity raced over his skin to lull him at the mere contact of a presence. It made him turn slightly enough to see her pleading for him to stop his assault but he couldn't. He was reaching a breaking point that left splinters in his comfort place.
Where he laid his head he couldn't find peace, and although his alpha wasn't entirely to blame, ultimately everything he'd worked hard for was fragmented and he couldn't do anything about it. He couldn't stop the withering feeling that built up in his chest, as it took the shape of her face.
"Hector. Baby please stop this madness." Mavis whines pressing her body against his. She grabbed his hand palming it with her stomach. Hoping he'd gain some sense. Some hope. "Please." She pleaded louder.
"No! You don't get to tell me that! I am the ultimatum,"Hector roars aloud making Mavis cower back in fear. He was scarying the poor girl who was shaking like a leaf during a cool autumn breeze. She's never seen him act this way before, but she knew his quarrel with the alpha. "I don't think he knows what he's doing!"
She knows the problems Vera was oblivious to.
She knew the animosity her mate was having with Alexander, how he dwells on it when night falls wishing he had the power the lycan had. Any real reassure she could project onto him was futile because he still felt little of himself. Maybe he didn't know his own strength.
Mavis held an objective toward the war ready enemy packs that made BeckonStone its target. How she was a target. Simply because she was the prince's long awaited mate.
"I can't get threw to him Mavis. Everyday we're getting closer to the date and he doesn't even give a shit!" Mavis gets a good grip on Hector pulling him but he stands rigid. "Hey! Listen to me, we can do this. I promise you. We'll survive." Mavis's response is confident but deep within she even questioned herself. She gave in to the invasive cloud that hovered above the two, drawing the spell of pain.
"It's like he doesn't understand almost. He won't make amens like I told him. All he does is attempt to negotiate!"
Mavis takes his vulnerable moment to pull him onto the bed where he'd laid but rarely slept most nights. All he did was train like crazy. Work himself to the edge, until all he could remember was pain. She feared for her mate's health. She felt what he felt. Hector was unraveling at her feet and she was fumbling with the pieces.
A tear slides from Mavis's eye as she felt Hector shake in her arms quietly. "Does he kno- Does he know what they want?" Hector chuckles darkly staring into nothing. "Of course he knows what they want, do you know what they want?" Spewing sarcasm, the sound of Mavis slapping her hand across her mouth causes Hector to turn around and face her.
He wipes the tears from her face, "it's her isn't it? It's her and they won't bargain." Hector only nods as Mavis begins to cry louder. "It's her." He confirms. "And her he will not by any means bargain for. She's his. This we all know." Hector sits beside his mate, feeling defeated. His voice broke in between words betraying how truly hurt he felt.
Mavis crumbles into his arms now. It is his turn to comfort her. "No there's gotta be something we can do, something I can do." Mavis refuses to see the truth and Hector would never allow for her to put herself in harms way let alone a burning cross fire.
"No Mavis. You know we can't afford to intervene." Hector chuckles darkly with the humor measuring up to his expression, "Real men die where they feet lie."
Mavis's hands turn into fist at the bland hatred she felt for the royal family, Hector told her everything from start to finish, she wondered deeply how the hell had Vera not known? "Besides, it's inevitable." Mavis shuts her eyes tight in realization with Hector attempting to kiss her cries away.
He crawls over his mate straddling her with kisses trailing over her lips down to her jaw. His warm hands made camp on top of her heated chest fondling her breasts. Once his lips left her jawline he makes heated yet sloppy kisses on her neck where it began to burn from his tongue.
Her bite mark begged to be touched feverishly where his indenture aches, properly wanting to fill and to know the feel of something once caved into. His canines itching at the sight as if they had a mind of their own. Instantly, Hector purrs hearing Mavis moan which is pleasing to the wolf's ears.
She recalls the moment they first met as Alexander ordered for her to be locked up and then a beta came rushing in.
He'd fought five guards to get to her. If it wasn't for Hector she would've been executed. Imagine if he arrived more than five minutes late, and she would've been dead.
But now they were fate tied. Mavis thought she hated him when he had taken her during the cold marrow of the night. Nature had rustled her up inside and before she knew it she was giving in. Giving to him.
Caught up in the heat Hector without another second spared, latches his mouth onto the bite; marking the skin around it. Growling possessively on instinct did he thrust threw his clothing in between Mavis's legs wanting to get closer than they ever were before.
She circles his back muscles beneath her fingertips as her nails dug deep into his flesh. Creating wounds that leaked and pondered with love, and how Hector howls out in discomfort mixed with pleasure.
He tosses the shirt she wore to the side abruptly with her bra following behind it. He comes up for air to admire the sight. He couldn't help but to lick his lips, greedily, as the images of his piece pounding into her fragile body, invaded his head.
Wet tears still stained Mavis's cheek but Hector didn't mind it. He looks at her as if just now seeing her buds for the first time. He takes one into his hand gently squeezing it while managing to take his mate by surprise. For the first time he does something he hadn't did in a while. He smirks.
Mavis's eyes begin to blaze with something unfathomable when Hector's wet tongue overlaps threw the valley on her chest. He sucks on each breasts with ease biting at them like he did her neck. Red bubbling heat began to taint them both. "What are you going to do?" Mavis asks eyeing him from behind her lashes innocently. "The neighboring pack are a room over." She reminds Hector worriedly.
"Trust me I've got you, just don't make a sound. Okay?" Hector begins his passage furthering down Mavis's stomach stopping at his destination between her thighs. Slowly yet tantalizing, that seemed to speed the rhythmic beat of Mavis's heart.
He licks his lips admiringly. In this moment Mavis could see his wolf peeking out from within Hector's skin. There was no stopping him now. His eyes glistened his wolves blood eye color. They were similar to Alexander's wine color but darker.
After pushing apart her folds he stares liked herself been starved his whole life; into his mate's tunnel, his manhood wanting to be buried inside. After getting an eye full he waits for Mavis's response threw her jagged breathing. "Okay."
She sighs feeling a wet sensation pushing threw her entrance. "Okay."
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10.2
Abruptly waking up from her slumber she raises in a cold sweat. Fisting the bed sheets beneath her palms, raising so fast she could've sworn she'd given herself whiplash.
Her forehead soaked as if someone had previously thrown freezing cold water on her face during the heat of night. Her legs were intertwined with linen and blankets, confusion couldn't come close to describing what she was feeling right now.
Vera squinted her eyes as everything was indeed blurry due to the provocative moon light beaming from the window. Not only had it caressed her being but awoken her senses to how late it was, and how fast time had gone. Then it made her realize her surroundings, and with a shudder, she were indeed back residing In her mate's sleeping chambers.
Her heart beat stopped for only a millisecond as sudden heat captivated her along with a gaze, filled with wine and an intensity she would bargain to own and soon claim.
In an instant it's him whose standing over her with an unbutton shirt that secured chest hairs above bicep and tan muscles. Which in Vera's eyes, she lingers her sight upon them and just about everywhere else until his voice broke her soft inspection.
Here stood a man that was a walking masterpiece, a luminary mirror.. broken in all the most perfect places the same as a raven haired girl with milky skin tainted— flushed out pink.
He sighs until it became converted into a groan and then an indefinite growl. The alpha didn't know what to say but his anger was felt and so overbearing with entirety that it made the girl melt and succumb flat against the bed sheets. Effortlessly, he seized the blankets from covering her body to reveal her violent shakes and bare chest, wherefore naked in enthused glory.
Vera went to ask her mate of the overzealous and pregudice behind his brutish assault but her words became muffled along with her mind that ran blank as fast as Alexander had his hand cupping between her legs.
He poked around her moistening silky lips that grew more soaked as he teased at her clit where he began to enter his index finger, but with fever, he held himself back. Vera wheezed before clamping her own hand over her mouth out of astonishment, she couldn't believe this punishment she were receiving, and why it ached her to a rather fleece climax.
"I smelled it," Bane spat out. "Your arousal, your desire for him. That mere boy, that beta." He seethed even more, while utter disgust was overcame the features on his face until the point he felt even more repulsed with Vera. How had she allowed herself in a close proximity with another, it riled his bones, and tightened his mortal nature beneath his skin.
As if her attraction to another overall made his stomach over turn with absolute bile, in which he sucked back in to gather himself. In this moment —he didn't want anything more than to wring Vera's neck and to steal all surviving animation from within her, and for that boy, well... Alexander would easily give him a swift yet painful death... resurrect him, only to end him again so that he'd died twice.
Alexander had climbed onto the bed where he entrapped his mate with his long muscular legs, one hand cupping her sex while the other was wrapped firmly around her throat. His hand was rubbing against her folds daring to enter her expanse, so wet, so soft she was.
So eager to be taken care of, how much of a bad girl she was only made Alexander stiffen as he only adjusted his weight above her, but he'd never indulge in sexual pleasure with something so vile. With someone who could never truly be his own, "Alexander we were only sparing," Vera tried exhaling but with each deep inhale taken, was the fumes pooling from her mate's body.
"That's all you can give me is an excuse," His eyes probed into her soul as his finger began to dig her out. Instantly her hand tied around his wrist in attempt to push him away, but he was too strong. With his head falling in between the crevices of her neck, in a whisper, "That's all you are,Vera. An excuse. You can't help but to disobey me."
"No." She whimpered, Vera lightly imbedded her head in the crook of his neck which made him even angrier at her gentleness, "No, I'd never disobey you." She began to murmur sweet nothings into his ear and he'd be a fool not to give in, not to submit to his luna who seemed to be lulling him.
Liar, he thought.
Her words meant nothing to him and he hated her in that moment. He hated how her black hair pooled around her neck similar to midnight. He hated how her necklace adorned her skin that would glow even in darkness. He hate how fitting her body was, as he molded into it and rocked his hips against her core as if without justice, was made to be shaped inside of his very animation.
Her lips skimmed his ear and he fought back a vibration of pleasure and instead he barked lowly and bared his indentures. Filling his heart with so much cogency, Vera felt to be defeated.
"I can't do this." Alexander snarled, words seeming to move threw Vera easily and she paled at the face.
He stood up abruptly and snatched his fingers from fondling his mate's fold and slowly, with Vera's piercing black eyes, gawked at his fingers. "Bane-" she tried to cry but her eyes widened seeing him tug his fingers in his mouth, slowly closing his eyes.
She looks around as a distant memory flashed revealing the first time she saw him in person.
How obsessed she were over him all her childhood just to be mated with him entirely.
She wishes she had gotten over him sooner that way she wouldn't be reminiscing so hard over him being nothing like she'd imagined. Wanting a smooth soft hearted kind of mate just to receive nothing like such at all. It was it's own blasphemy.
But who would've known Alexander would be the opposite. So demanding and careless of her feelings. So ill inside for her fixing. She could do that. She could fix him.
"I don't think I'll ever learn to be with you,"
"I must separate myself away you, but you aren't to leave. Ever." The lycan leaves with his retreating foot steps clamping hard against every place he laid his foot on.
And there she was, alone again, legs spread apart, feeling bare for anyone to stumble across and see, but Vera was lost for words, she couldn't see or think nor hear clearly.
It was a battle between heart and mind and before logic could stake her heart into it's interval —she strides into the battlefield betraying them both. She begins to stomp her way into his study where his scent picked up the most.
She finds herself standing outside the door. Her heart thumped just hearing voices coming from behind it but she stayed rooted into the cold tiles underneath her feet. Her toenails digging into the floor boards as her breathing became stalled and lagged.
She sighs as her heart fluttered at the thought of seeing Alexander. She missed him dearly. All she wanted to do was love him. However he refused to reciprocate those feelings. Now all was left was pushing open these doors to come face to face with him.
The three way party between logic, her heart and mind was rushed as they returned to the battle field for the choice making. Logic had successfully won carrying — not only her heart in its hands but also her mind on a platter surrounded by veggies and other delicious foods.
The irony of love being the ingredient.
She turns to leave when before she could take a step back she is flying into a fall just outside the door of Alexander's office only this time the door was wide open.
Occupied by a towering figure she didn't recognize.
A rippling roar sings being fused with a raw nasty howl as she's pulled into unfamiliar arms. Where was her mate? And why was this strange man in his study?
She hears another growl being rounded upward in his chest as she's picked up and pulled closer. The aroma of wet wood and steamed heavy metal enters her nose. The smell of foreign territory. A rogue tinted with something else that made Vera... greedy.
"Mine." The stranger growls into the trembling Vera's ear.
At Lost for words, she tries to search for the right syllables to respond when suddenly she's falling back onto the floor tiles, with a wince escaping her lips, in not only a cold rejection but her fragile body being slammed.
" STEP AWAY FROM HER. THAT ONE IS MINE. Not yours." She sighs recognizing the voice to have belonged to a particular wine eyed color man. Her bloody and lucid mate, "Mine brother! Can't you see, she belongs to my only beast!" The guy Alexander had discarded across the room, shouted with almost a plead in his voice.
Vera crawls into the corner until her black collided with cement. She brings her knees up until they hit her chest where she sought stability and to gain some form of tranquility. Alexander throws the first punch that connected sharply with the stranger's face. If it wasn't for his scent she wouldn't have told the difference between the two, prolonging brothers who resembled enemies.
Alexander naturally reeked of blood and death, and he wore it like a perfume.
With gore sliding down his busted lips and eye swelling by the moment, The stranger punches Alexander square flat on the jaw making him stagger back. "Adonis we're here on good terms to negotiate." Vera hears her mate yell but grimaced once the unfamiliarity sends a flying hit once again to her mate's face.
The man, Adonis, chuckles darkly eyeing the weak girl who looked frightened out of her skin. "On the contrary, brother." He spat sharply again. "She's ours."
"And now that I've gotten a sight of her. No bargain. The negotiation is off, Alexander."
Adonis reels his fist back planting it flatly into kin's chest, catching him momentarily off guard. "Look at you. Your not stronger than me. Surrender her to my forces or reap the repercussions." He plants another blow to the head which Alexander takes with ease before he could collect on his feet.
"Never. I'll rip your bones from your body and grind them into sand," Alexander promises, reaching behind his pants leg to shone something that steals the light. He reveals the dagger as Adonis's eyes widen in pure horror. "Either you leave here alone alive or I'll draw this dagger directly into you heart." Alexander promises.
Vera's heart aches for the stranger as he stares longingly into her soul. Any moment now she would collapse but she held on to see him go. She didn't want him to go. She recognizes Adonis in more ways than one but her mind focused on Alexander and Alexander only.
Adonis howls in utter sorrow while on the verge of shifting. He imagined biting his brother's throat out but pushed it back in his mind. Not here. Not now.
"Fine. But this won't be the last time you see of me Brother. I hope you know that." Bare in Vera's eyes Adonis sheds of his clothing in naked glory before shifting into his midnight black wolf. Then he was gone just like the lightning that shook the castle.
Vera doesn't bother to speak nor look up at her mate above her as he stares wordlessly at her. She didn't know what was going on. Confusion couldn't compare to nothing she was feeling.
She feels his lycan arms wrap securely and tightly over her fuzzy bode still without a word being said. She wonders where they were going but sighed seeing him carry her upstairs.
"You shouldn't have left the room." He says.
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