She was watching like a ghost of past ancestors but it felt very normal as she watched Malachi in bed. It should have been strange, just watching the big Scot, he looked pretty peaceful sleeping. Was he dreaming? Was his mind blank?
A bang suddenly thundered through her mind… through the castle. The large man’s eyes flung open. He grunted as he peered out the arched window haloed with rough stone. The sun had not yet risen, he frowned in complete confusion. A question he didn’t utter but she knew the question was Who would be calling at his castle at this time of night?
“Help!” the desperate cry had him moving. She felt she was part of him… yet far enough away. An observer.
He bolted from bed without a second thought and ran down
Michael stared at the ceiling.Numb.He was completely and utterly numb.He hadn’t felt anything since being dragged back to the pack house. He barely even remembered the journey, or even getting here. One minute he was holding his beautiful Kimberly in his arms, the next Jack and Luca were dragging him through the corridor to his room. All he could see was her… his love… dead. Torn open. When he closed his eyes that’s all he saw. When the room was dark… that’s what he saw. When the curtains let in light. Yeah, her. Dead. The image was plastered on his eyelids no matter what he did.He knew he’d have to leave her soon. Knew their days were numbered but he’d always thought… Always hoped that maybe he could se
His arms were stretched above him, the room was dark until a haze of seven chairs glimmered in front of him but they were empty. A disembodied voice burnt his ears. “You are charged with murder of an Alpha. What say you?”“I didn’t,” he replied immediately. “I haven’t killed anyone,” his voice sounded odd to his ears, it was his voice. He looked around but it was like his gaze couldn’t move from the seven chairs.Movement allowed him to turn to see a figure that had his blood running cold. “You did, son.”“Da’?” he whispered, not really believing it. He looked pale, skeletal. Not the large, strong Alpha he’d been in his life.&ldqu
Michael stepped into the shower, the roar of the water filled his ears, the water cascading over his (let’s face it) filthy body. He inhaled, it actually felt good. He’d forgotten… or not cared before this moment. After the shower, he got dressed for the first time in two weeks. It was time to stop wallowing. Nothing got done from wallowing. He wasn’t sure if it was time for action but it was at least time to leave ‘his pit’ as Jack had called it at least a hundred times in the last week. Bacon and pork flooded his nose as he put his shoes on making his stomach growl loudly. Someone was cooking breakfast and maybe he needed some fuel in his body. Getting downstairs, he found Luca and Alissa in the kitchen, Luca cradling Peta and bouncing him around the kitchen. “Hey,” Luca greeted, “How you doin
He moaned, the chestnut haired woman writhing beneath him, chanting his name in pure bliss.“It should have been you,” she whispered sweetly, another cry of desire passing her beautiful lips. “Not him, you should have taken me. You should have told me to come to you.” Her words were musical. Beautiful. Everything he wanted to hear.“I know, lass,” he breathed, stroking her cheek. He wanted her just as she was, beneath him, taking everything he could give her. He could give her life, happiness, pleasure.“But you didn’t,” she stated softly, her beautiful green eyes turning to sorrow, to pain.“No…” He wanted that look on her face to disappear,
Luca crawled into bed, drawing Alissa towards him and sighing. It felt good to have her in his arms. Good for his body to hit the softness of a mattress. “Long day,” Alissa mumbled.“Yeah. Least Michael’s home for good now.”“True. Peta’s adorable.”“He is. We’ll have our own soon too.”“We will, will we?” She turned, quirking her eyebrow at him.“Only right. We’re mated. Pup comes next.”“Got it all worked out, eh Alpha?”“I mean… if you want. Tradition doesn’t override your wishes.”“Better. But… a little one of our own would be nice… just not yet. I want to enjoy you.” “Alright, gorgeous. So… a month?”She smacked his chest before they both burst into laughter. “Got some time tomorrow, what do you want to do?” He stroked his finger over her cheek. “Our place?”“Sounds good. Take some books.”“Perfect. Luca…?”“Yeah?”“I want to change my room into a nursery. For Peta.” “Good idea,” he whispered just before she drifted off to sleep. Alissa looked over the bannister as three me
Alissa groaned, her head feeling fluffy and odd. She worked her thick tongue around her mouth that felt dryer than an overcooked chicken. Rubbing her eyes as they felt heavy and glued together trying to unstick them. Nothing felt right.Cracking an eye open she could barely make out where she was. It was light, bright like sunlight but the room was dark walled.A figure moved making her sit up, regardless of how she felt.“Easy, lass.” A hand on her shoulder had her struggling away.“Get off!”“Lass, it’s me, it’s Malachi,” a deep, Scottish laced voice announcedShe stilled. “Malachi? What are you
Everything was dark. He squinted, trying to see for a candle flame to ignite. He blinked, surprised by the shine. He couldn’t make out much though. Moving towards the candle did nothing, it never got closer, it never illuminated anything else. Just a stone wall.The sound of a whip cracked down, he spun, ducking on instinct but no pain lashed across his back. A pain filled groan filled the room though. He wanted to call out but there was something telling him to be silent. He stepped towards where he was sure he’d heard the groan only for his foot to go off a ledge. He felt his stomach jolting with the feeling before he landed in an unfamiliar forest. He felt he was seeing everything through a green lens, it all looked so strange and… green. Like vibrant, luminous green, even the floor, the trunks of the trees. Bright green. Like limes.
Malachi rolled his shoulders as his footsteps echoed down opulent hallways. He knew where he was going even without the wolf leading him. He’d been here many times, sometimes a visit, sometimes being summoned. Today… well. It was different. He inhaled deeply before stepping into a room, seven chairs lined up on a platform. As a pup he strived to be sat on one of those chairs one day, now, he had no wish. “Alpha McBayn, it’s a pleasure,” the High Lykos greeted. Malachi’s stomach rolled. Sure, a pleasure. “I come bearing the news that your… request,” he spat the word, “has been carried out.” He lowered his gaze a little, not really wishing to look at the men before him. But he couldn’t for long… he had to act within expectations.Expectations he always hated. He wished he was back on his boat. Away from all these shitty politics. Rufas frowned, “Request? What do you mean?” he asked.“Alpha Luca Wuffaman along with his pack have been removed,” Malachi swallowed the bile swirling in