Luca needed to go see Marcus, which left Alissa to explore the castle. She started on the ground floor. She found a library that was off the entrance hall, three bathrooms, a sitting room with mismatched sofas, armchairs and floor cushions. In the sitting room was a large cabinet, intrigued she opened it up. On the top two shelves were bottles of scotch, she counted ten different brands of scotch. She was sure Luca could tell her one tasted of cherries while another vanilla; they'd all be the same to her. On the next shelf were fancy bell shaped glasses. She moved further down the corridor, a thinner corridor snaked to her right while the main corridor continued straight ahead, she decided to go right. A door came up off the corridor, she opened it finding stairs leading into darkness, it gave her the creeps so she carried on. Another door came up which she pushed open, an infirmary very similar to theirs stood before her. Luca and Bridget stood around a bed. In the bed was obviousl
Alissa had settled herself between Luca's legs, lying on her back with a book in hand after one of their runs. The pair had finally managed to get their primal wolves under control while at McBayn castle. Letting their wolves run three times a day appeared to be tiring them out enough for their rational minds to be dominant again. Meaning they had time for other activities which Alissa was grateful for as she turned the page of the Anthropology book.Alissa shifted and placed her hand on Luca's thigh, feeling content as he absent mindedly reached down to fiddle with her hair. “WHAT IS THIS!” a bellow from behind them made them both flinch and leap from the sofa. Cain and Emily, their backs straight, stood shoulder to shoulder in the doorway of the sitting room. “Father, I was not expecting you,” Luca's eloquent voice was back, but a quiver had entered the measured words. Cain walked towards Luca and Alissa, leaving Emily at the door. “You should be working!” Cain growled, a slap echo
“I'll make some tea,” Alissa announced, heading to the kitchen. Jack followed, putting water on to boil. Alissa leaned her hands against the kitchen side, stretching her arms which shook slightly. “Why didn't they go straight to the council? That was their plan, holiday, council.” Alissa took a shuddering breath. “I think they wanted to check up on Luca. Cain's unhappy how much he's changed so quickly, but there's nothing he can do about it. Thankfully.” Jack rested his hand between Alissa's shoulder blades. “They'll leave soon,” he reassured before starting to gather mugs, milk and sugar. “It makes me feel like nothings changed, I know it has but...” she trailed off. Jack turned her around and enveloped her in his strong protective arms. She let him, she hadn't hugged her brother in weeks, she had been too caught up with Luca. She enjoyed the difference, a familial connection that the siblings shared. “Can you take the tea in? I just need another minute.” Alissa broke their embrac
The living room was silent. A discomfort and shock around everyone. Alissa couldn’t believe what had happened not ten minutes before. Cain had demonstrated a weakness in Luca… something that and Alpha wasn’t supposed to show. She’d always thought Luca disliked Cain but for it to be like that… in front of everyone? What had he done to Luca when they were alone, when he was a boy. Cain had an evil streak but she never in a million years thought that would extend to Luca. The seconds ticked by, Alissa remembered what had happened earlier in the day, so she focused on him and only him. she pushed in her mind, “Luca.” A hope he’d reply. He didn't.So she tried again, “Luca, can I come see you?” A few more moments of silence stretched in her head. The hope he’d open up dwindled until a broken voice returned with “OK.” Alissa stood, she grabbed a whisky bottle from the cupboard with two glasses and made her way to his study. She slowly opened the door. Luca had drawn the curtains and w
She inhaled, not wanting to say it but the look on his face, the dejection the pain. She could ease it… or make it worse. She didn’t know. “Luca...” she began feebly, bitting down on her lip until it bled. A tear silently glided down her cheek as she knew the pain and wrath that she was about to unleash. She began twisting her fingers, “Luca… you're not,” she whispered. Another tear slid down her cheek as he turned to face her questioningly. “Emily isn't your mother.” Alissa held her breath as Luca's expression turned from puzzlement, to shock. “How? Yes she is!” he cried in disbelief. Alissa shook her head slowly. “I'm sorry,” she said pitifully. Luca was still, a befuddlement on his face. “What do you mean?” “I…” she wasn’t quite sure how else to say it. “Emily, Emily isn’t your mother. I don’t know who is but… but it’s someone else. We think… we think human.”Luca descended on her and gripped her upper arms painfully. “You're lying, tell me you're lying!” he shouted as he shook
He watched with a sinking stomach as she bolted from the bed into the bathroom. Luca knew he deserved that, he had laid a hand on her which no mate should do. No Alpha should do. He felt terrible and knew he hadn't been forgiven. Luca slid from Alissa's bed, he was angry. Angry his parent's had lied, angry he had hurt Alissa, and some anger was towards her, she had kept a secret from him and now wasn't letting him apologise. He heard her voice in his mind, “Luca.” “Yes my dear?” But there was no response, he furrowed his brow and walked into the bathroom. Alissa was sat under the spray of the shower. Her knees drawn up to her chest, face buried in her knees. Her wet hair sticking to her arms and legs. Luca walked into the shower the water hitting him instantly. He slid between her and the cold glass making him jump as it touched his bare back. Luca wiggled his leg behind her heels and rested his other knee against her back. “I really am sorry.” Luca's pyjama pants began to stick t
Alissa opened her door, for the eighth day in a row something was left outside her bedroom door. She sighed picking up the bunch of lavender. She hadn't forgiven Luca, but he was making it awfully hard not to.The first three days Alissa had thrown the gifts of chocolates and flowers in the bin. The forth day was a grey suede box, inside a sapphire bracelet. She had stormed to his room and launched the box inside without looking if he was there. She suspected he had been. Apart from the gifts she wouldn't know if Luca was alive, she hadn't seen him or spoken to him. Part of that of course was her fault, but he could just knock on her door.Every night Alissa's wolf pined for its mate. She hated it, the worst part was she could feel Luca's wolf's pines and whines. She wasn't sure how, but it was as if without her knowledge they
“Sure you're ready?” Malachi widened his stance, the girl before him doing the same, her long chestnut hair flowed into her face the wind forcing her to brush it back. She nodded at him, a smile of confidence on her face. “You’re on.”They stepped side to side circling each other. He enjoyed watching her assess, her eyes darting to watch him. Her eyes slid to his bare chest, his biceps and he couldn’t help a smirk. He flexed, just a little watching a pink tinge on her cheeks. Sidestepping, he kicked out towards her chest, knowing the one to make the first move often lost. He'd lose for her. She blocked and smacked his foot upward using her body weight to add to the block. Malachi regained his footing and laughed, “Someone's got guts!” he declared as he moved his weight between his feet. Alissa jabbed towards his stomach which he easily blocked, he realised a little too late how much strength he’d put into the block and she shook out her arm. He gave her time to refocus, feigning a fe