Rozelin and Damon stared into each other's eyes as they continued to seat him in the dining chair. Although they were in a rather accommodating position, she felt that the rosé was melting under her admiring gaze. It seems that a previous change of topic regarding Chiara's no longer-existing spouse extinguished the couple's power struggle and instead comforted each other.
"Damon," she whispered, constantly playing with her hair.
"Hmm?" She murmured, closing her eyes when she felt his hands on her neck. His own hands rested comfortably on her rounded butt.
"What happened to Chiara's wife?" He asked; The whisper was barely audible, but of course, he heard it and stopped. His heart was pounding, and he held his breath as fear over the thought of his newfound friend began to consume him.
Opening her eyes, she gazed into the endless shades of blue that were his eyes. Rozelin could see her once-comfortable face slowly masking, hardening with her silver orbs as the muscle in her jaw began to tickle.
"She's dead she."
Rozelin gasped, "How!?"
"On an attack" Damon looked away before somehow pulling her back to him and taking a deep breath, resting his head on her plump breasts.
"Why do bandits keep attacking? I thought they were lone wolves who stayed far from herd lands?"
Damon sighed and looked at him again, squeezing his cheeks harshly, answering, "I'm not sure. It's just that the attacks have gotten worse and worse over the last three years. Xander-Chiara's wife was one of those who would die that day."
"Three years huh?" she muttered as her thoughts began to return to some dark place.
"It was three years ago when Lydia came back…" Malia snarled, thinking in the same direction as Rozelin. However, he wasn't about to press charges, especially after only a week in the herd. Lydia's roots were there, and while Rozelin didn't like the girl, it could have been a strange coincidence. He would bury the idea for now.
Rozelin squeaked after feeling a slight pinch on her chest.
"No more looking away or talking about sad things. I thought you might want to take advantage of me," Damon said hoarsely, his lips rubbing against her skin where he spoke. She felt a low vibration go through her chest before chuckling her rosette and pushing it lightly.
"You, sir, are so bad," he scolded playfully, patting his chest.
He took her hand and bit it lightly, sending a small shockwave through his body.
"If my memory serves me right, you're the one breaking my rules around here."
"I was fine tonight," said Rozelin in a stifling voice, drawing small circles on her chest with her finger.
It gave him a disbelieving look as Damon sat back, but before he could reply, Rozelin continued.
"A little mention of the under-table fiasco darkened his eyes,"
"Then I guess I should finish what I started…" He muttered before demanding his lips with his own. She instantly bites her lip hard, causing gasping for breath, giving her the little entrance she needs to occupy her mouth with her tongue. Their tongues meet and explore each other's mouths, immersing themselves in sensory emotion and the throbbing, warming zone between their subregions.
They continued to kiss as Damon's hands went to his hair, he grabbed it hard and began to turn his head in one direction to deepen the kiss. He instantly reacted by grasping his own messy hair tighter and then moaned into his mouth. He could not help; it was taking her breath away and making her lose control, her body was now sensitive to him. She needed him. He needed to feel it and wanted so badly to come; Rozelin knew it wouldn't take long to dissolve under his touch.
Damon's hand slid down his leg and began to crawl back down to his thigh, massaging, grasping, and even grabbing his rounded bottom before returning to his belly. They were so engrossed in each other that when his hand reached her underwear, a voice startled them. Or like him. Damon just sighed and looked at the man whose voice had interrupted them.
That's when he looked around the rosé and saw the servants come out of the double doors with the leftover plates from the table. It was now completely spotless in the dining room.
"Do you need anything else, sir, ma'am?" How embarrassing!
Rozelin looked at the gray-haired, clean-shaven, wrinkled-faced man, her gentle brown eyes that creased when he met hers. She instantly blushed and hid her face in Damon's chest.
He was panting and almost dry as the maids swept Damon tossing him onto the chair, and a man in a black suit who looked like a butler stood there asking if they needed anything.
"How about a room?" Malia smiled.
"Oh, stop it." Rozelin chuckled in response and held her face in Damon's warm embrace, who only chuckled at her reaction.
"That's all, Charles. Thank you."
Rozelin heard the man's footsteps retreat, and the doors rang behind her.
track closed. Still ashamed of his embarrassing behavior, he lifted his head and asked, "How did I not meet your bird!? I didn't even know you had one!"
"He was taking a break. So it's been a bit of a mess lately." Damon shrugged indifferently, as if it was okay for an ordinary person to be a valet. Rozelin rolled her eyes; they were not normal.
He stood still then, and when he realized what Damo had said, he gave a strange look, "Irregular?"
"Garden door.." His voice sounded bored and angry.
"Was it just yesterday?" Rozelin looked at him in disbelief. How quickly did she expect the door to be fixed?
"Charles would have replaced him the same day," Damon grumbled.
Rozelin went to open her mouth but Damon stopped her, "Now… where were we?"
He nodded and muttered under his breath, "A servant.."
Her grip on her thighs and butt tightened again, and she realized she never took them off in the presence of the cleaning staff and butlers.
"Do I need to get rid of it?" he grumbled; The vibration rippled against his chest and against hers. She rolled her eyes at him and instead kissed him to distract him from his stupid, possessive behavior.
Their kiss deepened again, and this time Damon grabbed Rozel's underwear and cut them into two pieces, leaving them to fall to the floor. She gasped as she was lifted, and on the table behind her, her bare butt was on the wooden surface.
She gasped again as she felt Rozelin grasp the just underside of her hand, then slid her finger on her belly, pumping in and out at such a slow rate that she instantly took her breath away. He put his hands behind his back and dropped his head to emotion again.
"Too wet for me," he breathed.
He licked his lips and closed his eyes at the feel of his hand increasing his speed.
"Look at me," he snapped; she immediately opened her eyes and looked into her darkening eyes, "You're mine, Rozelin. It's just me. I want you to look at me while I finger-fucking you. It's me who makes you feel that way, no one else.. Got it?"
He nodded but "Yes" to confirm.
"Yes what?" she replied.
"Yes, Damon. I see."
"Good."
groaned; Better not play that game with him again. He wanted to explode at the speed he was already going. Without taking his eyes off her, she saw her other hand gently push down on her shoulder so she was reaching out, her elbows holding her lightly on the table, her legs dangling over the edge. After checking to see if his eyes were still on her, she said, "Good girl," and spread her legs even more.
Her head lowered as she slowed her finger inside him and she began kissing and pulling from one thigh to the core, traversing over the area, letting her hot breath wet her more and more tenderly and more and more with how close she was. Her face then pulled back, leaving kisses and bite marks on her other thigh.
Rozelin let out a shaky breath as her tongue met her clitoris as she kissed him back to her center. She realized how sensitive she felt from her tongue starting to lick the already moist area as her finger continued to pump it inside. Only this time, he twisted and twisted his finger occasionally, before suddenly removing it as he began to eat it whole. She had a hard time holding back her moans as she sucked, licked, and fucked her with her tongue.
When she felt her core tightening and almost to the point of orgasm, she pulled herself out and looked at him, "Who are you?" snarled she. He couldn't believe it...
"Your!" He almost screamed; She chuckled and grabbed him hard by the hip and pulled him close to him. His tongue slammed into him with a force that instantly made him grimace and groan from his harsh treatment; He exhaled, "Only yours, Ante."
His hand tangled in her hair as she undulated in waves of tingling and trembling; He continued to watch her eat it, and finally, after one last lick, he felt himself unraveling around him. She greedily drank her juices, her gaze locked on his.
DAMN IT. Why was he so nervous?
A weary groan escaped her lips as her hands leaned toward him at her sides, and she asked again, "Who are you?"
"Your. Only yours."
"Never forget this."
As soon as the man left her, she felt her legs still tremble as she laid her arched back and head on the table, completely exhausted from Damo's demonic ways.
❤
Rozelin felt like she was floating in the air and was immediately comforted by warm, muscular arms that held her tightly to her rock-hard chest. He didn't need to open his eyes to know whose arms he was in; He inhaled her scent deeply. Her cologne and woody scent mixed together, making her feel even more comfortable.
She was wearing her wedding dress, but her head was completely against his chest and her arms were on her stomach. Rozelin snuggled closer to him and felt her chest vibrate, a murmur of appreciation. He kissed her exposed chest and felt relief again as he felt his hand pull some of his hair from his face.
"I don't know what I love more, my little spit. Calm and relaxed, almost angel, or the demon you turn into when you're passionate and disobedient." Damon voice
He spoke with a smile. His steady heartbeat was something he could listen to and fall asleep happily at any moment. He felt his lips kiss his forehead as he fell asleep.
It wasn't even late, but all the pent-up frustration, shopping, and education took its toll. The next thing he knew, he was under the silky duvet, his head resting on the pillow. When Rozelin opened her eyes, she saw that the fireplace was on and the curtains were closed, but there was no one in the room or in the bathroom. He felt his heart tighten at the thought of being alone; Even though she was asleep, she wanted to wake up with him.
She sighed and sat up in bed, and as if her thoughts had been answered, Damon burst into the room, the door swinging open. He looked at her with a frightened look and immediately threw himself on the bed, grabbed her by the cheeks and placed a kiss on her lips.
"I just went to get it."
He stopped when he saw the surprise on his face. She looked at him suspiciously, her brows furrowed.
"You gave me advice."
"Did I?" He took a breath.
His eyes wandered between hers, and he replied in his deep, rich voice, "I think this bond is getting stronger and stronger. If you didn't want to tie me together, then..."
Rozelin instinctively swallowed her words and looked down with another scowl.
"Hey, what's wrong?" Damon lifted his chin with his fingers and, intently looking into her eyes, made his stomach do a little somersault.
He bit the inside of his mouth before speaking. "I'm just not sure about this bond," he whispered nervously, then continued as his hand dropped from his chin and his face hardened; her eyes sternly, "So.. I don't know, it's too much. This bond.. I had no idea a few weeks ago, now it's a huge event in my life. .."
"You… you're here now. I'm your wife…" Rozelin said hastily, pulling herself together and watching Damo's face soften once more.
"Rozelin," her deep voice rumbled slightly, reassuring her almost instantly as she continued to stare at the silver spinning orbs, "Nothing will be rushed between us."
She gave him a meaningful look and raised an eyebrow at the obvious thing happening at the dinner table.
"What I want to say is… I won't do anything you don't want me to do." His voice behind his words was strong. Rozelin's mind turned again with a few examples between the two; Although he mocked her and punished her, she never told him to stop. She didn't care what he did to her.
"Of course not. You're lost in your own orgasm paradise," Malia chirped.
"Well, that was just today. I was thinking about the other time,"
She realized then that she might be a little selfish in this strange relationship and maybe it's time to give him some pleasure. Rozelin wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him towards her. She kept her gaze on his, but she looked as if she was unraveling his plans; She had to restrain herself from rolling her eyes.
Of course, while the woman was starting something, this Greek god of a man with a demonic tongue who sent her to heaven in all her orgasmic glory certainly knew he had been with other women before her.
Rozelin brought her lips to hers and an almost instant spark ignited between the two. What came from a tender kiss turned into something even more as they began to hungrily eat the other. Damon was pressing on him as he moved on, and he collapsed onto the covers; His hands slid down his shirt and began to unbutton it. When he reached the last one, he stepped back and tossed the shirt aside.
Rozelin kept her from falling on him as she bit her lip on the man's sculpted body. A low growl came from her chest, and she looked into his eyes again, seeing that her eyes darkened with desire when she looked at him. Rozelin reached out and ran her fingers along the backs of her sharp abs before grabbing her by the hips. She lowered herself, tossed the quilt away from him, and watched in horror and excitement as her fingernail turned into a claw and tore the fabric of her dress.
Rozelin lay there in her black lingerie pushing her assets up and staring helplessly at her. His eyes flickered and shone, revealing strikingly luminous orbs. She immediately pressed her lips to his, clung to her hair, and kissed him as if she couldn't breathe, and she was his oxygen.
Her breasts were heaving and heaving, and she gasped when she finally ripped her lips from hers and kissed, pinched, and sucked on her skin, right after her chin to her neck and then to that tender spot on her collarbone. His heart pounded against his chest and brought him closer to that spot; She asked him to mark himself. The thought of finally claiming him clouded his mind, and they could officially become spouses and-
A growl broke through them, and Rozelin broke from her bright stupor to look at Damon. His face was wrinkled with pain, his mouth was open, and he could see that his canines were long and sharp. Rozelin looked at them, fell on the ninth cloud and turned her head to the side like a robot, she
He exposed his flesh even more for her. He could hear his heart beating in his chest, and his breathing slowed as he lowered his head to the point just below his collarbone.
Rozelin gasped when she felt a slight pain, but then she threw her head back and sat on the back of her legs as she stared at him with wide eyes, almost crying with anger. Damo's gleaming eyes dimmed and returned to their normal silver color; His chest was still heaving as he looked at her. She held out her hands to him, but she jumped back, "No, your rosé Pull it!" His thunderous voice made him drop his hands, and he blinked in confusion.
He hadn't realized until now that his own eyes were shining.
"What…" She paused as she stared at her torn dress; his eyes widened and he grabbed the sheets. It was pointless to cover it up; she had already seen their most private parts, but putting something between them made her feel a little better. He could almost laugh when they looked at each other at that moment, as if it was the day after a one-night stand they didn't expect to wake up from.
Damon stepped forward again, his strides long and slow as he evaluated him.
"Damn," he cursed, running a hand through his already messy hair.
Rozelin was breathing deeply as images of what had happened flew through her mind.
What kind of magic is this?
Rozelin already knew.
"It's a bond. You both want to be marked," she Malia said dryly.
"What about you?" Rozelin asked him, keeping her eyes on her husband, who was now climbing back onto the bed. But he too, looking deep in thought, sat down on his legs from a distance. He was talking to She, or possibly Darius, because he believed he had some kind of control at the time; Damon's eyes were shining, and so was his. Was this their wolf's job too?
Malia grumbled, "I want to be with him! It's really frustrating! You guys are partners and instead of doing the obvious and taking care of each other, you struggle for power and get stubborn."
Rozelin couldn't believe it, "So you were pulling the strings?"
"It's a little more complicated than that. The bond brings us together, and yes, right before we flagged you down, we were in control."
Rozelin watched Damo's eyes darken, but not with lust, but with anger.
Yes, he knows what it is.
"Rozelin, I didn't want to," her deep voice instantly warmed her body, and she knew, of course, that she didn't want things to go that way.
Too much in a hurry to make the vines and wolves official was fighting for them. She wondered if Damon was really okay with not flagging him.
"I know. It's okay-"
"It doesn't matter. I told you I won't do anything you don't want to, and I know you don't want to be flagged… no, anyway," Damon muttered his last words after expressing anger.
She crawled towards him and saw him nervous and stopped, and before extending her hand he leaned back and stroked her hand over the beard on his chin, whispering gently, "You stopped anyway."
Leaning into his touch, her eyes looked down at his neck and she sighed, "Barely."
She jumped out of bed, walked to the bathroom, then came back with a slightly damp cloth and gently wiped the part of her neck where she had pierced. His brows furrowed as the minor wounds did not heal.
"What is the problem?" He asked.
"Your neck hasn't healed. Small wounds like this would have healed immediately."
Rozelin gasped, "Wait a minute.. you flagged me?!"
He nodded, "No, it doesn't look like that and we know."
Roselin took a sigh of relief. It wasn't the end of the world for him to flag her, but even after learning more about bonding and a werewolf in general, she was still terrified. Everything was out of this world and he was still trying to grasp everything.
Malia snorted, "Still, she's not just anybody."
Rozelin did not answer him. It was just his thoughts, and he didn't mean anything by that. Of course, Damon wasn't just anyone. She sighed and pinched the top of her nose before opening her eyes to look at him again. His lust-filled eyes looked up and down at her, and he took a deep breath before a low growl escaped his lips.
"It's getting harder and harder to control these impulses." Hoarsely.
Rozelin was still in some shock; Did they just find out they were friends two days ago?! And he marked it as almost without his consent. At this point, she doesn't know if she'll feel good with him. If he ticked her, would he feel satisfied and whole? Or would she basically drink to him for putting a leash on him?
He wolfed it down and everything in him went against the idea that he would be angry with him. When she looked at him and saw how candid she was about the situation, she puffed up her chest with emotions she couldn't quite describe.
two days! It had been this long, and he was already putty in his hands.
This werewolf thing was really complicated stuff.
Rozelin crawled out of bed and lazily walked to the bathroom. He seemed to want to get even further away from Damon, ignoring the pull. He turned the sink faucet and splashed water on his face to calm his racing thoughts and heart.
When Rozelin looked in the mirror again, she saw that her eyes were shining again.
"Malia?" She searched for her wolf in her head.
"Not me. Maybe it's the bond?" Malia replied.
Rozelin shook her head from the tingling sensation she felt in her body and wiped her face with a towel. Looking back, she dropped the towel and she nearly burst out of her skin when she saw the reflection of Damo standing behind her in the mirror. He turned to face her and she stared at him intently, her eyes shining. He caressed her cheek, and his eyes returned to normal as a small electric current ran through the pair.
"Come on, we can rest or let Darius and Malia run," Damon said in his deep voice; His eyes flickered darkly at the mention of running. Both wolves looked enthusiastic and were at the forefront of their minds again.
Rozelin shifted to her feet; Although her body was tired, she could feel how restless Malia was. The wolf also kept quiet without interrupting his thought process, which meant he really wanted to go, especially if it meant running with his wives. She couldn't blame him; Not only had she not been spending time with Darius, she hadn't been a bit stressed apart from punching Lydia in the face.
Malia chuckled at that.
Damon continued to watch her patiently, playing with a lock of his hair; Her cologne and scent enveloped her gently, causing the decision-making process to take much longer than it should have. But how close their bodies were couldn't help it; The humming feeling of being next to you and the intoxicating way you're looking at him right now bit his lip-
"Rozelin, stop looking at me like that," he said hoarsely; she let go of her lip and she could see that she too was affected by their proximity and lip biting. Looking to the side, he wondered if it would always be like this or if it would be like a "honeymoon period."
Rozelin cleared her throat, "I'm tired, but I know Malia needs to be released. Especially after what almost happened.." She took a breath, daring to look into his eyes, and was fascinated not only by their color but also by her long, dark eyelashes. surrounding them.
He instantly escaped the hammer pull and turned to look in the mirror. He pulled his hand away from her hair and stood tall again, watching her as she spoke, "You can rest when Malia takes the reins."
Rozelin leaned forward, observing the two small white scars under her collarbone where Damo had accidentally started marking her. They did not come forward; they looked like two small scars from their glare. But if anyone was looking to see if it was marked then it would have been noticed.
"It is OK for me!" She smiled at him in the mirror, then tensed slightly after she wrapped her arms around her waist and brought her head near hers, just letting her beard and hair tickle her, then placing a long kiss on her neck just below her ear. She nearly closed her eyes and let it melt at his touch, but she stopped herself and touched his hands. Rozelin was still only wearing her underwear, which could easily have led them to do more than just a simple kiss on the neck.
Damon chuckled and freed her from her hand and looked in the mirror. Rozelin went back to her rooms and put on one of her shirts that fell past her butt and fell mid-thigh. She decided to take off her underwear and her undershirt with her back turned and dropped them on the floor. However, they were ruined when the rosé squirmed in them and didn't like to undress in the woods. She heard a groan behind her.
"Are you trying to kill me…" Damon spoke hoarsely after him and started walking towards him, the big bad wolf and its prey, little Red Riding Hood.
Although he didn't back away, he stood there and grinned at her.
He went to catch her, but Rozelin bent down and ran for the door as a chuckle spilled from her lips. Hearing her thundering footsteps behind him, he ran at full speed down the corridor; He felt the excitement of the chase. He glanced over his shoulder as he descended the stairs, and she could see that he was enjoying the chase as much as he did.
Oh my God…
After checking it again, he almost skipped a step. At one point he had taken off his jeans, now chasing her in just boxers.
"You know, you're going to drool over…" Malia grinned.
Rozelin turned her head forward again and chuckled again as she reached the last step of the stairs and instantly crashed into a brick wall. He winked and looked up; Damon grabbed her by the waist roughly. "I got you now." His voice was low and deadly.
Rozelin looked into his darkening eyes and said in the same low voice, "What are you planning to do with me, Ante?"
"Anything," he said with a low growl roaring in his chest; He put his nose to her neck, inhaling her scent as his hands caressed her bottom, "but" he sighed, releasing her, "we must let our wolves go."
Rozelin scowled but decided she was enjoying the chase too much to end the game;
"Do you mind if the shirt falls apart?" Said you've caught up to him
Yuna asked.
He grunted in response, which meant he didn't care. So when they arrived in the forest, he decided instead to make fun of her a little; He shrugged as he continued to run forward and grinned as his figure disappeared from the corner of his view.
"Rozelin" Malia groaned.
"OK sorry."
Before Rozelin could deliver the reins to Malia, she seemed to snatch it from her hand, and as she continued to run forward, she immediately tore it into a white wolf. Rozelin was glad that Malia took the lead. Malia was released and released her suppressed energy; After running for an hour, he finally slowed down for Darius, who continued to chase him in and around the forest.
This was something that rosé did not expect; They were faster than Alpha and slowed down to catch up.
She knew she would never let her escape for too long, and the mind connections that occasionally asked her to slow down confirmed that she was faster.
"You're so fast," His deep, majestic voice boomed in his mind-connection as she poked him.
Was Darius complimenting him? What's up?
Malia laughed at Rozel's answer, still listening to her thoughts. Instead of answering either of them, She rubbed at Darius with a low, appreciative growl and licked his nose.
Rozelin continued to watch Malia and Darius behind the scenes and wondered how they interacted. They chased each other, played and even rolled a little, each time Malia bowed to Darius. He also watched them talk lovingly to each other as if they had been together for years.
Wolves, it seems, were very compatible with each other, unlike their human counterparts. Rozelin liked to see her wolf happy, but unlike Malia, she couldn't just follow her basic animal needs and immediately accept mate bonding. Of course, she could feel the pull of that and this day made her feel lighter when she was with Damo and she even started to feel the need to be with him all the time.
It was a very strange feeling, something he had never felt in his past relationships. When they finished she, she wasn't upset at all and she thought there was something wrong with her. They never had that "spark", and within minutes of meeting Damon on the day of the getaway, those guys looked so small in comparison she; She immediately felt better next to Damo. Despite her misgivings about the pack, she felt safe around him and obviously had an intense attraction to him.
But she was brought up as a human being and was used to dating and getting to know the other person before she became attached to a man, a werewolf, for the rest of her life. This was a big deal. It was like a marriage contract. When he returned to his human self and took the reins again, perhaps he should propose a date where they could get to know each other without trying to tear each other's clothes off.
Rozelin was sleepy after watching her wolf roam free with her mate for several hours.
"Rozelin, you should sleep. You can go while we hunt. It will probably take a few more hours anyway." Malia said in a low voice, keeping her voice low because Rozelin was so tired.
"She-okay…" Rozelin replied with a yawn. He fell asleep at once with the sound of his claws hitting the ground below, and darkness permeated him.
❤
After the wee hours of the morning, rosélin flapped her lashes open and the sounds of birds singing and echoing in the forest as the wind blew through the trees. The rustling of leaves makes the wood come to life. When he lifted his head, he found himself lying on the bare, damp earth, covering his hands and parts of his body with blood.
Her heart raced when she saw a tree trunk strapped to her waist, and when she looked over her shoulder, she saw Damon staring down with her bare bottom. Feeling an irresistible need to bite that chipped ass, she bit her lip. But she didn't.
She was covered in blood and mud too. Rozelin sat down and looked around, frowning, feeling quite dazed and surprised. They had a deer carcass with them; This must be what Malia and Darius were hunting, she believed.
When Rozelin was about to talk to Malia, she noticed that her wolf was asleep and completely passed out. There was an almost calmness in his mind, as if he had never been there. But she could still feel his presence that made her smile to herself.
"Good morning," said a hoarse voice behind him. She turned her head to see Damo move and she wrapped her arms around his waist, pulling him back to the ground.
"Damon!" She squeaked after she turned him around so they lay there face to face.
Rozelin raised her arms to cover her upper body, although she's been pretty useless so far.
"Stop hiding yourself from me," she grumbled, "you have a great body." His arms tightened on her waist as she pulled him towards her. Their bodies were so close together that their legs were tangled together, their hands were on his chest.
Rozelin felt content in this position but then tensed up and looked into his dark silver eyes, "We.. last night.
what happened?"
Panic began to reign as Malia couldn't recall any memories of the previous night. The last thing he remembers was the wolf telling him to sleep, and they were going hunting.
His brows furrow as Damon's eyes harden, his chin quivering before answering, Rozel wink at him with a confused expression, "Yeah? I know. Sometimes I let him do that, do you?"
Damon nodded, "We hardly ever sleep with our Rozelin wolf outside. It's extremely dangerous for both of you."
Rozelin frowned at what she said, "Why is it dangerous? Didn't you do that?"
"No. I was awake most of the night, rest assured.. Malia didn't go completely wild. We could sleep and let our wolves go, but it was the first night you did it... she could have gone." She continued as her hand swept the side of her waist before pulling a lock of hair from her face.
"What are you saying?" Rozelin whispered as she searched for his gray eyes.
"Their wild sides can start to mingle with you, the human, and make you animal-like. Sometimes bandits become bandits because they let their wolves take control for too long. It's not the wolf's fault. It just happens. If you can't take the reins back and they go back to their instincts. The bandits we encounter are type 1." They were thugs. You can be like this if you're not careful. Have you read them?"
Rozelin nodded guiltily, but she could only get so much information from a book. However, he remembered something Chase had said to him when he was kidnapped; He wondered if he was referring to these "type 1 bandits."
"Type 1 bandits are red-eyed wolves. They're extremely ferocious and attack anyone, even humans. Their humanistic side is combined with their wolves. They always stay in wolf form. I'm not here. I've come across one in human form yet, but I can imagine it's not pretty," Damon explained. .
A recognition flashed in Rozelin's eyes; That was exactly what Chase had said until his father scolded him for forgetting the two types.
He thought about how things might improve, but at the same time he relaxed; Damon said you can sleep. Just doing it for the first time. So, he'd have to practice it with her if he'd let her.
"What's the other bandit type?" He asked as he began to draw little patterns on his tight chest with his finger.
"Type 2. These bandits aren't that dangerous. They're just werewolves with no pack or place. They can be quite weak or their conditions have left them without a pack. We're more tolerant of them. They pass our territory as long as they cross the area without causing trouble. ." His voice was cut off by a roar.
He looked up to see that his eyes were closed and his face was relaxed. He stopped his fingers on his chest, but took her hand, his eyes opened, and he began to move his hand again. Rozelin smiled and went back to her doodles. The tiny movement gave him a tingling sensation, and he guessed it had done the same for him.
"I'm sorry you had to stay up all night," whispered Rozelin; His eyes opened again and he smiled, almost taking his breath away from how devastatingly handsome he looked with that breathtaking, boyish smile.
"You don't have to thank me," He raised his hand and caressed her cheek as he looked into her eyes, "I can't let you be this cruel to me." She blinked, causing her to blush.
"Maybe we should go to bed?" he said, clearing his throat. she asked.
He watched his eyes sparkle with amusement before grinning, "I thought last night might be enough for you." He rolled over so he lay on top of her, his hands on the sides of his head. "Hmmm, you should have known you'd want more."
Rose's mouth fell open in shock.
"I was thinking of taking you to bed. You didn't sleep all night!" she cried, keeping her eyes on her face and trying very hard not to stare at her incredible body or what was lying hard on her stomach.
Damon burst into laughter, "I know, come on."
She started to stand up but Rozelin put her hands on her shoulders, "Well, don't you want to calm down before you go in."
Damon frowned at her, surprised at her statement. He looked up at the sky, then pointed to his lower region, "You're a little excited."
Her hearty laughter caused her eyes to turn to his face again in shock.
"I'm not harsh darling. I mean, one touch, but I know you don't want to do anything.." His deep voice became hoarse. Rozel's eyes were wide with shock at what she had just said; blinking, he quickly looked down and away, a tint of pink that warmed his cheeks.
It wasn't difficult! It was just… big.
He chuckled again at her reaction and jumped to his feet, taking her by the hands, "For bed."
The couple walked bare hand in hand through the woods in comfortable silence. Rozelin could not believe that she was walking comfortably without any clothes on. Surprisingly, she felt fine with it, even enjoying the cool breeze on her skin.
Also, there was no one in the area to worry about seeing her naked. Damon, patrol
He made sure that most wolves were not with them. The trees grew sparse as they approached the mansion, and Damon left Rozelin alone to return with the clothes she had taken from behind a tree.
She threw a shirt over him, sighed as she watched him pull it over his head, cover his sweet body, and put on a few shorts. They walked back, and he felt the rosé once again slip into Damo's hand, pulling him to his side, resting him there until they reached their room. They passed several werewolves who greeted and formally greeted them.
Rozelin was still used to hearing the terms 'Princess', 'Luna' and the occasional 'King' directed at Damon. In fact, he never thought of his title; she only knew him as the Alpha of the Silver Crescent pack. But if he inherited the herd, his father's title must have passed to him. But how?
A shudder of doubt came over her as she looked up at him. Still, the fingers on her waist comforted her. Shaking his head, he scolded himself for momentarily doubting his wife; it made him feel physically ill. This bond was magical; He wouldn't even let her express anything negative towards him.
Damon released his waist as they entered their room. Closing the door behind him, he immediately picked her up and pulled her onto the bed. Her legs were already tangled in the sheets.
"Hey," Rozelin chuckled with delight at his embrace.
He took a deep breath through his neck before stepping back and climbing under the covers. He did the same and saw her turn around and wrap her arms around him like a cocoon, pulling him back in so they were spooning. She shivered, hugging her warmth and comforting herself.
"Keep doing this, I can't control what happens next," Damo's deadly whisper tickled his ear.
She stopped Rozel's movements, then smiled at her "threat" and rested her head on the pillow they shared. The warmth of his body made him a little more comfortable in the plush bed. Despite resting his body, he was fully awake; After all, Malia slept all night while hunting. Guilt rose in his stomach once again; Damon didn't sleep after making sure Malia wasn't doing anything too animalistic or that rosé hadn't completely taken over her body.
She sighed and turned her face towards him. Her grip tightened and her eyes opened sleepily; He ran his hand over his beard-filled chin and asked what else he had in mind, "Damon.."
"Hmm.." He blinked more as his sleepy eyes swept over her face. After looking at her features and seeing the seriousness on her face, her eyes became alarmed and she said, "What's wrong love?" he asked.
Rozel's eyes lit up and her lips twitched at her words, "You're the Alpha King.." For some reason, her heart raced at her words.
"Yes, it's me," she replied; His eyes searched for himself as he waited for her to speak.
"How are you…" His eyes drifted away from her intense gaze to his hands on his chest.
He felt his chest rise and fall, almost crushing him as he pulled tight against her. He sighed on her lips before kissing her head, and raised his hand under his chin to lock his gaze.
"Your father and my father were best friends. Before I met your mother, he was the Alpha of another group - the "Moon Valley Pack", which merged with Silver Crescent when they met. Normally, your future Luna would join the Alpha. But your mother, her parents, your grandparents, they run them. He was a royal who resigned for
Rozelin looked at him intently as she absorbed more information about her family and past. She was fascinated and wanted to learn more about him; Their sexual chemistry and bonding was great, but that, right here, hugging and talking to each other, was just as amazing as their physical needs.
"The herds of which my father was a member of Alpha - Moon Valley and Blood Moon, lived close to each other. They were allies against the rising hordes against the Royals, or helped each other when needed. Silver Crescent and Blood Moon were always on good terms; both were of noble blood and allies" He sighed and ran a hand through his hair before continuing, "Your parents made a will when your father died. Normally the throne would have passed to you, but hunters walking around,"
Rozelin frowned, "You?"
Damon lowered his head and looked at her as if he were keeping a secret, but the look was quickly replaced by a kindly smile, "No. My father led both herds until I was eighteen, and then I took over the Silver Crescent Pack."
"Eighteen!? You've been leading this herd for a long time, wait. How old are you!?" Rozelin asked with her eyes wide open.
Damon chuckled at the "27 years old" question.
"You were too young to take on such responsibilities," Rozelin exclaimed, looking at him with admiration.
"If you were in the picture, you'd be in charge," he replied gently, "most alphas take on their roles between the ages of 18 and 22. Depends on the pack.
Rozelin's eyebrows rose at the shocking news, "So, they're fighting to the death?"
Damon shook his head.
"Did someone challenge you?" ' Rozelin asked as worry began to seep into her voice.
"Home I'm fine as you can see. No one can get me down," Damo's voice deepened at his words.
Wow, he was so sure of himself. But he is the Alpha King; why not him?
The couple continued to cuddle on the bed and soon Damon's breathing slowed and he fell asleep. Rozelin began to drift, too, until the door opened, surprising them both. Damon snarled at the intrusion and gawked at the Gamma werewolf standing in their room with Rozel's only arms crossed over her chest, shorts and a sports bra.
"You have education," he said calmly.
"Beta Kane is ahead today," Damon snapped before covering his head with a pillow.
"I was talking to future Luna…" Chiara's cold gaze shifted from the giant on the bed to her rosé, now sitting alert in the duvet.
Before she could say anything, Chiara went across the room, rummaging through her drawers and wardrobe, and threw a pair of shorts and a sports bra at Rozel's head until she found what she was looking for.
"You need to be able to protect yourself. From other werewolves, vampires, and hunters. Then get up! I'll wait outside," Chiara said before closing the door behind her.
Apparently his calm morning had to come to an end; Even if he could order Gama to leave him alone, she knew it was best to go. Chiara had a point, that if she was randomly attacked, her Delta would have to protect her, and even if it was her job, she didn't want it. He had to be proficient in combat; there was no way he could get back to the hunters again.
After she changed, she left Damon in bed, fast asleep, only to stir as she turned the doorknob.
"Thanks for taking care of me last night," she whispered before closing the door.
"Sure. I'll always protect you," Damon sleepily confused.
Rozelin smiled at his voice; Seeing Chiara's stern face, that smile instantly fell.
This will hurt...
The couple walked side-by-side across the grounds, making their way to a building at the far end, where part of the driveway led up from the mansion's entrance. The strength of the two she-wolves was evident as they walked past the pack members who were training and training. Those sitting next to each other would clasp their necks and if they were close enough they would hear them greeting themselves "Luna" or "Your Highness". Every time his eyes fell on Chiara, they instantly tensed and looked the other way.
"Why do I feel like you're going to stab someone if they look at you?" rozelin associated Gamma with the mind.
Chiara chuckled, "I would never stab someone for looking at me... I punched someone in the throat, and then another time poked someone else's eyes for staring too long."
As Gama grinned at her answer, Rozelin looked at him with false fear.
When I first met him, I thought he was surprisingly scary. Rozelin waited for the wolf to make an odd comment, but realized that she was still asleep. It was weird that no one was talking in his head now. It's really weird.
Chiara opened the door to the building and let her see a high-end gym. To the far left were the stairs leading to a gym, clearly visible through the high-ceilinged windows overlooking the hall. Across the hall was a boxing ring with sandbags, gloves, and gloves. There were also mats stacked on the sides that were ready when the weather didn't allow the herd to train outside.
Chiara nodded towards the boxing ring area. Rozelin walked ahead and saw that after passing several sandbags, she quickly turned around and blocked Chiara's attack. Her eyes widened at the sudden ambush, but she quickly recovered as Chiara's leg turned to kick her in the face. Rozelin bent down and rolled to the side.
Chiara studied him carefully, "Your reaction time is good. But you should always be aware of your surroundings. Even when you're with friends."
Gamma walked around and grabbed a pair of gloves, "Warm up with a jump rope, then let's get to work."
After reviewing the basics and learning more advanced moves, the duo started doing them, increasing the pace and tempo. Chiara would scream a combo like "4-2-2-3" and rosé would respond with moves like punches, kicks, and grapples. A few hours later, they were back in their boxing combos for Rozelin to get a cardio session from training.
The only sound in the hall was the swift pounding of fists against the gloves. Chiara flew over her head, avoiding the side of her rosé before kicking her in the ribs.
A growl escaped Chiara's lips, but she still stood there firmly, "Fine. Again!"
Rozelin repeated the new combination she learned from Gama and found that she was actually a fast learner. Instead of training the day before, the duo focused on Rozel's fighting skills. Gamma didn't mention running or doing any push-ups, which put her rosy at ease. He found fighting fun and being taught by a tough Gamma like Chiara was even more fun.
Two hours later, they drank without water from the double water bottles,
Sweat was shining from his forehead and hair. Chiara was an animal for rosélin and hardly gave her a break, but she didn't complain. It was Gama's job to harden it.
"You did a good job today. We'll do the same tomorrow. Review what you've learned, then go from there."
"I want you to be ready for anything. You can't just rely on your strength. Your speed is perfect even for a werewolf. Chiara continued on mind connection as her eyes wandered the hallway where a pair of men walked together towards the boxing ring.
Rozelin followed Chiara out of the hall and crossed the grounds and turned towards the mansion.
"You think I should keep my talents to myself?" Rozelin answered their minds.
Chiara nodded, "For now, maybe until we're officially Luna. All Alphas and Lunas are genetically stronger and faster than the average werewolf. But it seems like maybe because you're a Cross, you're amazing. Quick. But yeah, for now it's undesirable." You must keep it out of sight. Lydia may not be your only rival."
Rozelin nodded, her expression turning serious after Gama's words. Even though Lydia was the only one to lash out at her in front of the pack, she sensed that there were others who looked at her as if she were an unworthy stranger.
Not to mention that if he is challenged, it will be a fight to the death. And she loved to live.
❤
This was his routine for the next two weeks; Rozelin would train with Chiara from 7 am to 11 am and sometimes until noon. She also ate for food with the remaining pack members after her own sessions. The herd was so large that corpses were sitting in groups in the field on top of the corpses, and only a few were eating in the kitchen. Rozelin took the time to learn more about her pack members.
It took him some time and many wanted to meet him officially. His instincts told him the herd was 50/50 with him. Either they admired him or his idea, or they glared at him with calculating and snarling eyes, or they didn't hesitate to talk to him.
She knew Rozel needed to win them over, but until then she had to deal with her judgments. They weren't stupid enough to comment on him like Darren or Lydia; As a Luna, that would be challenging her position. But when Darren and Lydia chatted with him at the time, they also knew he was in no condition to fight.
Although the first training session with Chiara is still discussed in whispers. From what Rozel had heard, the haters were wary of her and could see how strong she was. Even without any training, Rozelin was a force to be reckoned with.
In the beginning, their whispers were the only thing that encouraged him about how "strong" he was and that the hunters had kidnapped him precisely because of his own bloodline. However, he still couldn't quite believe it. After the first week of her training, she began to believe in herself. Rozelin was developing rapidly, giving Chiara more and more hits; In the end, she was Gamma walking with more bruises than her rosé.
But Rozelin knew that a leader is not just about protecting the herd; It was also his decision. Their loyalty has not yet been given to him because they did not know his abilities as a leader.
The rest of his days consisted of going to the library and reading about being as much herd as possible, about their rituals and rites. Damon also took time out of his busy schedule to experience certain aspects of his powers with him. Including changing and sleeping while Malia takes control. This was only done for one hour at a time.
Every time Malia woke him up, he found some blood supply on him, and when he looked at Damon's wolf, the man was completely clean. This worried him, but Malia couldn't help herself and would hunt until Damon said otherwise. When they wouldn't let Malia take the reins while Rozelin slept, she would follow Damon and listen to his instructions.
"It's easy to run and fight in wolf form, but you also have to get used to your senses. Everything is already high, in wolf form - It can be overwhelming," he once said.
Rozelin found herself closing her eyes, taking slow, deep breaths, her heartbeat slowing, and listening to the forest come alive. From the sound of birds chirping in the trees to the children playing by the lake and their families scolding them for going too deep in the water. Rozelin sighed in satisfaction at the magnificent powers she now wielded.
Damo's seriousness made him want her even more as he taught Damon how to control some of her Alpha powers. One power in particular was to order another werewolf to do something with no other choice.
This was the first power he had initially had and had previously unwittingly wielded over Frank. Damon taught him in the library away from the other pack members, he wasn't the pack leader
He didn't linger in the pack hut unless he was careful or protected the territory. Frank agreed to be Rozelin's test subject for these times, making both Rozelin and Frank happy. Rozelin technically didn't have to see her bodyguard, Darren, and Frank was more than happy to stand out.
This also meant that Alex would come; The couple seemed somewhat inseparable to Damo's delight. But after making small silly comments that didn't guarantee her being attacked by the shapeshifter, annoying, but harsh and possessive Alpha, she only caused a few minor power struggles between Alpha and Luna.
"Take a deep breath and close your eyes," Damo's deep voice filled the room. He stood next to her while Frank was in front of her. Alex slumped on the sofa, watching the werewolves with interest.
With his eyes closed, he felt a surge of power deep within him, a sudden emotion growing bigger and bigger as the pit of his stomach hardened; He opened his eyes and immediately realized that they were glowing. Without saying a word, Frank bent his knee and showed his neck.
"Okay, now take a deep breath. You don't want to control him," Damo's words came as a whisper in his ears, a sense of power rushing through him, silencing the voices around him.
Breathing deeply, he relaxed his muscles and felt the tension in his abdominal muscles release. He leaned forward as Frank did before they looked at each other. Roselle's eyes returned to normal, and the powerful energy emanating from her subsided.
"It's getting there. Soon you won't have to do your breathing techniques. It will come naturally to you," Damon nodded.
Rozel's lips tightened into a grin, but she felt tired of "holding herself." Controlling someone came naturally to him and he didn't like it; He could see how easily some Alphas abused their power. He also realized that Damon never used his own strength, meaning that his orders were followed because of his natural leadership and influence over the pack.
By evening, Rozelin was exhausted and exhilarated. Being partnered with a dominant Alpha was like being bogged down in a car on a rollercoaster ride that seemed like it would never end.
Once, he didn't know how he had climbed until that moment, but eventually he threw dishes at him, which crashed into the wall behind him. His lone gaze immediately took him out of the kitchen, but soon he was caught hard and crashed into the hallway wall. The next thing she knew, her legs would wrap around her waist as they kissed passionately, biting each other with growls in their chests.
Waking up to the roar of the dishes, Beta Kane and Gamma Chiara ran down the hall and instantly turned around when they saw the two of them rubbing passionately against the wall.
Vineyard and Malia have also been a constant nag for rosélin. The traction was strong and caused him to be agitated by the smallest things. But every time she touched Damon, she melted and calmed down immediately. It lit a fire in her and at the same time cooled her after their fierce power struggles.
It was also getting harder to control Malia. Sometimes when she saw Damon, Malia would take the reins of her rosé, lead her to walk towards him, wrap her arms around his neck, and pull him down for a kiss. The wolf would also switch places when he was restless, which was quite often. Rozelini didn't realize how hard it would be to resist the urge to mate and be marked. But he had a lot in mind about what his future would be like.
His phone was also a constant reminder of his old life. She was blown away by messages from her phone friends when she announced that she had retrieved her phone from her social media accounts. She died a week after this she, but still received messages from them pleading to see her, she. Even calling her parents made her sit down and think about everything. This and the worries of herd life weighed heavily on her shoulders.
Rozelin could also see how hard it was for Damo to resist the need to mark her. Their fights always rocked her to the core and she always stormed off after fiery make-up sessions, then when she calmed down she came back and snuggled under the duvet under the beds.