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MASON The stars in Cambiador were as bright as in MacTire. The humid heat from the day turned into a haze of clouds as the air cooled down once the sun cast its last ray over the horizon. I was running patrol tonight with a few new recruits close to the Northern border. All was quiet, the air and jungle still. Not a sound to be heard. It was peaceful, too peaceful. The quietness that surrounded me gave way for my mind to wander. I had been thinking a lot about Cambiador’s laws and the idea that the werecat people don’t rely on or wait for a fated mate. I was a rogue, so the chance of me ever being gifted with a fated was slim. My train of thought, and not for the first time, led me to think of taking a chosen. A wife - a contracted wife. Tawny was mated and happy. Goddess honest truth, I was happy for her. And Crimson. Every day I watched the way they would steal glances at each other, hidden touches when they thought no one was looking. They were keeping their mating a secret for
CRIMSON The massive migraine was passing. The healer was able to give me something to calm my mind and help me to block all the invading voices. The medicine had knocked me out and I wasn’t aware of how long I had been sleeping. Finally, my head felt clear and quiet. The sudden influx of thoughts from the kingdom's people was too much. It all came at once. Their prayers, their pleas, their silent promises to themselves. This was beyond just simple mind-linking. “Crimson!” Gillian bursts into Tawny’s room. Chest heaving, face flushed eyes blown open wide with pure fear. I stand from the bed quickly, almost too quickly. It's only then I hear the commotion of what sounds like a fight. “What’s going on Gillian?” I demand with a harsh voice, accompanied by a growl. “Maydor and Lightfoot, they brought their troops… They have Tawny! Tristan went-“ I don’t let Gillian finish. Instead, I hurl myself through the window shattering the glass and shifting midair. Landing on four paws. I dash
TAWNY “Come on, open your eyes.” I try to encourage Mason, gently squeezing his hand. The healers have removed as much Nightshade from his bloodstream as they could. Drained his blood then gave him more. Mason should have healed by now, but the dirty fighters had used silver-coated blades dipped in the venomous poison. They had stabbed Mason so deeply and multiple times that his body was having a hard time stitching itself back together. An indication that his feline was not present to help heal him. Not a good sign at all. It was a wonder he was alive at all. It made my blood boil to know they got the best of not Mason and other warriors, but also myself. It never crossed my mind that they would use underhanded tactics as they did. Lightfoot should never have got the drop on me like that. I felt guilty because if it wasn’t for me, Mason would have never been blindsided the way he was. He was coming to me when he was hit from the side by a shifted cat. I don’t remember what happe
TAWNY It had been several days since the coup. Arik and his men left the following day, more than half the prisoners were released after being questioned and the council was set to put the treacherous Lords on trial for their crimes against the kingdom and the crown. Mason, thank the gods that be, made a full recovery. The effects of the Nightshade had lasted a few days, but thankful he opened his eyes and smiled at me. Then made fun of me when I cried tears of relief. When questioned about Lord Maydor’s death, I’m ashamed to say Crimson covered it up. Stating that Maydor died due to his injuries caused on the battlefield. I was even more shocked to find out Gillian was not his biological daughter, but his niece. The daughter of his brother, who died, and Maydor took her mother as his wife - thinking she was going to have a son. Tomislav and Gillian had been getting closer, building a friendship and bond over their loathing of Maydor. Tomislav even offered to take the fall for Gill
CRIMSON I’m insatiable and I can’t get enough of my Kitten. After the glorious blow job, I haul Tawny to her feet and make quick work of shredding her clothes from her. Like a manic beast, my claws tear through her top, pants, and undergarments until she stands before me, beautifully naked. I take a moment to admire my mate. Her beauty, her creamy dark skin, her tear-shaped breasts. I let my hands skate over her smooth flawless skin until I can’t stand it anymore and the need to drive into her perfect pussy overwhelms me. I grab her, maybe a little too harshly in my desperation, and haul her up. Her legs wrap around me and my cock juts against her opening. I slam her against the closest wall, holding her up with one arm braced under her round ass, sliding my hand over her throat with the other. “I want you so badly Kolby,” She pants. I love it when she uses my name in the bedroom. Her hand snakes between us, grabbing my cock and brushing it up against her clit and through her juice
CRIMSON I don’t go back and curl up with my mate. Instead, I open the old leather folder again. Taking my time to study and read each parchment. Concentrating on the ones we didn’t get to observe. I flit through the pages that describe the seven gates to the gods until I find the ones that hold the information I was desperate to know. A few nights ago when Tawny and I were lost in passion, her nails dug into my skin and a bead of my blood fell onto the face of the blue stone she wears around her neck. Papa Armand's ring. Something changed inside me, and I don’t just mean being able to mind-link. The stone’s magic gave way and allowed me to open a part of my mind that was shut off. Enabling me to tap into a higher percentage of my brain capacity. The words don’t tell me much, just that the stone allows the bearer to be the truest version of themselves. I’m disappointed that there is nothing else. I’m disappointed that even though I know what I am, I still have no idea what I’m cap
TAWNY I’m powerless as I watch Crimson retreat from my room and shut the door meekly behind him. As soon as the sound of the door latching to close fills the thick silent air, I collapse to the floor. A sob wracks through me. Believing that he actually left. I scramble to my feet a few moments later and rush out the door hoping, praying, that he comes to his senses and I find him waiting. That he has changed his mind and he really isn't leaving. That he really didn’t lie to me. That he didn’t withhold information. We were meant to be a team. He said he loved me - Made me promises. And now he’s broken them along with my heart. I rush down the stairs to the main foyer, flinging the front door open only to see the back of his car disappear down the gravel driveway. “Crimson!” I shout. But I know he doesn’t hear me. I try to establish a mind-link with him but I’m met with a wall. The anger and hurt sear through me, my head pounds, and my feline, Juniper yowls with grief. “You lied,” I
CRIMSON A WEEK LATER I pull up to a large Mansion, the location Abner Brooks gave me to meet at. He had been staying in the Kodiak Kingdom from what I understood, filling in the gaps that King Mathias left when he moved to Riocht with Queen Lamia. Neglecting his duties to the high council. When Alpha Xander made Finnegan Artos his Beta after losing his leg, Abner left, coming back to his home in the far northern part of the bear kingdom. As I open my car door a blast of iciness hits me. I shiver at the stark contrast to Cambiadors muggy heat. O sooner do I make it up the short steps, bag in hand, containing the leather folder we found hidden in the wall of Papa Armand's room. Our room I mentally correct myself. Hoping there would still be an us when I returned home. I had left Tawny, heartbroken with a half-assed and shit explanation. I know she is hurting. It hurt me just as much to walk away from her, knowing I hadn't told her about this, knowing I couldn’t even disclose who or