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MATHIAS So here I was three weeks later going back to our prison cells, because of another fucking wolf! This time it was a rogue my men had captured after a small attack rogue wolves had attempted on the outskirts of my territory on a smaller Clan of bears. The last wolf was still fucking sitting there. He was so calm and collected and had an eerie confidence about him. I had decided if he didn’t give us answers he would be sentenced to be executed on the next full moon. Next week was the winter solstice and my Kingdom was holding a celebration, so I had opted for the following full moon. Why a full moon, because werewolves worshiped them so much. They pretty much planned their whole lives around full moons and it would be a kick in the teeth to the Delta wolf we were holding for his death to be held that day. I had been informed that the Delta Wolf had been taking his daily punishment well. I really didn’t like that cocky son of a bitch and, more so, I didn’t like that he refused
LAMIA “So you have no idea what your grandfather wants?” I asked Tawny. She had arrived yesterday shortly before Ria had come home also, and yesterday was a cluster of introductions and being reacquainted with familiar faces. The afternoon and evening had passed by so fast we didn’t get the chance to sit down and have a good chin wag. So after breakfast this morning, we took one of the jeeps out and headed out to the hot springs that were situated in the northern part of our territory, a hidden gem tucked away inside the mountains. We had packed a picnic basket with sandwiches and other snack food, but I also packed a couple of bottles of champagne and orange juice. So that’s what we were doing now, the three of us, Me, Tawny, and Ria, sitting buck naked in one of the pools, drinking mimosas and catching up. “I truly don’t, his Zeta told me he was seeking an audience with me, when I asked why he didn’t call himself, he gave me a half-cocked answer and said ‘the Chief said it was t
LAMIA “Kellen” I sobbed. He was here, he was really here. “Did you think I would leave you alone on one of your most important days?” His tone was light and airy and I could hear the smile behind the words. “I didn’t know, I didn’t think you could come,” I said while pulling away from him so I could look into his comforting ocean-blue eyes. Goddess, how I had missed seeing those blues, “I’m so happy you are here” I admitted, smiling up at him. “Beautiful, I will always be here for you. Now shall we go greet your guests, or do you want to high tail it out of here?” I knew Kellen was joking about getting out of here. Oh, but how I wished I could just escape. “I would love to ‘high tail it’ out of here, alas, I guess I should go mingle and play nice.” I couldn’t help smiling at him. His being here, made my night and with Kellen by my side, I was ready to tackle anything. “How long are you staying for?” I wanted to know how long I had him for, any amount of time was good with me. Th
LAMIA “Alpha Langley, you are, no doubt, a valuable leader in today’s society. Your growth as a pack, so fast, is commendable. And your innovation with technology throughout your cities is impressive…” I looked at the high councilman with boredom. The elder bear shifter, who was a tall burly man with a beer gut and graying hair, wasn’t stating anything I didn’t already know. There were four high council members, Mr. Peter Carling, who was speaking now. Evelyn Stallings, a cat shifter, looked to be in her early 70s but was still the picture of beauty with her slim figure, tanned skin, and dark hair tied into a perfect bun on top of her head. The third high councilor (and my favorite so far) was John Meir, a well-put-together wolf. He was slender and a little shorter than the average werewolf, but his pointed nose and thick-rimmed glasses gave him a kind look and his personality showed that kindness also. The fourth high council member, Mr. Abner Brooks was also a were-bear. He seemed
MATHIAS 3 Weeks after the winter solstice full moon I rolled off of Scarlet, picking her head up, which had been buried in the sheets, almost suffocating her when I had pounded into her, to make sure she hadn’t passed out. A she-bear I had entertained myself with in our younger days and had found her more than willing since I had come back to the Clan and taken up residence here again. I had promised myself to come back before the 2nd full moon, and I had. Sooner than I had thought and much to my surprise, the moment I had stepped back into the Clan territory, Arcas had started to become present little by little. He still wouldn’t let me fully shift, but just knowing he was there was comforting in an archaic sort of way. His irritation and animosity still simmering deep within, accosting my own indignation. I stood from the bed, bending to pick up some of Scarlet’s clothing and toss it to her. “Get up Scarlet, time to leave”. I huffed out when I saw her getting comfy on my bed. It
LAMIA It took me three weeks, almost a month, to track down my father’s last whereabouts. I knew he was still alive, otherwise, my mother would have felt it. Plus, Inanna said we would feel the break of a parental bond also. I was feeling at a loss, it had taken me three and a half days to just get here, for any normal wolf it would have taken at least an extra day. I rode as far as I could on the dirt bike, then, had to make it the rest of the way to Lonely City in Wolf form. Dredging through the snow-topped mountains and valleys, the further north we went the colder it got and deeper the snow became. Needless to say, I stayed in my wolf form the whole way and hunted along the way when we became hungry. Inanna loved the cold terrain and was in her complete element. I have to disagree. I would take the pool and sunshine any day of the week over the wet and raw powder. Finally, I was relieved when I saw the bright lights of the city, the scent of greed, lust, gluttony, and every oth
MATHIAS I kept catching a whiff of the warm brown sugar scent on my way to the dungeons, again. To deal with more fucking wolves. I would be happy if I never saw another fucking were-wolf again, for the rest of my life after tonight. The closer I got to the dungeons, the stronger the scent became, making my mouth water. Arcas was pacing in my head. I was glad for his presence, after being absent for so long, but his incessant pacing and growling were agitating the shit out of me. I was trying to remain somewhat calm and he wasn’t making it easy. Again, I was elated by his presence, but his anxious feeling was causing my irritation, making my nerves grate and I could feel the buildup of something explosive like I was going to combust at any moment. I unlocked the door to the dungeons, greeting the guards with a grunt. As soon as the door opened, I was blasted with the most intoxicating scent, that brown sugar I had been smelling before, a hundred times stronger, mixed with vanilla. M
MATHIAS Of course, I had no sleep last night. Instead, I found myself nursing a bottle of the finest rum I could find, then looking through our kitchen for a bag of brown sugar and vanilla extract, mixing them together, trying to recreate her scent. Not even close. When that didn’t work, I stood at the window looking in the direction of the dungeons. I was hoping to catch a look at her, just a small glimpse, but that was a stupid fucking thought. She – my mate, was locked up and bound in silver. Déjà vu of when I had Annalise locked up in there, except she was a bear shifter, not a sexy ass little wolf. I had to stop myself several times from going down there just to scent her, my beast wanting to be near her. I admit I did too. “Lamia.” Her name rolled off my tongue like the sweet nectar of the gods. A vision of her in our cells filled my mind. I paced back and forth in the hallway, her challenge was a rejection, and it was a blow to my ego. Truth was. It fucking hurt. I didn’t th