I fell in and out of consciousness. Each time I came around I tried once again to open the door or to gain someone’s attention, only to be pulled back under by the burning need within me and the darkness dancing around my peripheral vision. I could no longer hear Nancy’s shuffling outside my door. Everything was silent.
That was until the pain in my gut kicked in once more, and the silence was broken by my garbled moans. I tried to push through the pain, but I could barely move past wrapping myself into the foetal position. Even when the door was pushed open and I was forced back by the door, I didn’t notice. It was like all of my other senses had been turned off, and pain was all I could feel.
“Rosalie.” A concerned voice echoes through my mind, but I couldn’t place who it was, or where it came from. I cried out as another wave hit me.
“Shit, Rosalie, I need you to get up for me sweetheart.” The voice came again. Could it be…? No, it couldn’t be Alexander, t
Those words were all he needed to hear. He swooped me up into his arms and before I knew what was happening, I found myself led flat out onto my back looking up at the heavy drapes of the bed with Alexander’s mouth on my heated skin. “The foreplay will not help you with the pain. There is only one thing to stop that.” He murmurs against my neck. “But it is up to you, my Rosa.” “Now, you are giving me a choice?” I question him irritably, ignoring the delighted thrill that his new name for me sent through my body. He pulls back and looks down at me, his face full of sorrow and knew in that instance that he was ashamed of what he had done to me. A pang of guilt washed over me, but I now was not the time to go over that. My body was already bubbling with heat from the loss of his touch. “It’s fine. Please just take the pain away Alex.” I place a gentle hand to his cheek, forcing his to look me in the eyes. He still looked hesitant. “I need you.” I
We fell asleep in each other’s arms soon after. Both completely naked and spent from the love making. But our reprieve didn’t last for long. My heat was not done with us yet. And when I woke up once again in a hot sweat, the first thing I sought out was Alexander’s form next to me. Much to my surprise, he was still there, holding me close to him. Unlike me, he was wide awake and casting his watchful gaze upon me. “It’s started again.” I whisper, feeling my cheeks heat at the embarrassment of the situation we found ourselves in. “I know.” Was all said as he shuffled down the bed and back under the covers. “You know?” “I can smell you little mate.” He all but growls, taking me by surprise as his lips come down and place a tender kiss on the mound of my breast. I suck in a moan at the electric shock that it spikes in my chest. “You can smell me?” I try to keep my thoughts straight as Alexander sucks in a pert nippl
My heat lasted for three more days before the constant hunger to be bedded started to abate, and we could leave each other’s company for longer than a few moments. We had barricaded ourselves into the bedroom for the majority of the time. Alexander adamant that he didn’t want to take any risks with any unmated wolves catching wind of my scent and having to defend my honour. The times that we did leave the confines of the bedchamber, were either to head downstairs to the living floor below and eat, or to head out onto the terrace above. Despite my reservations about Alexander having marked me, it had given us a chance to get to know each other better. Forcing us into each other’s company and embrace. I discovered that there was so much more to Alexander than just the moody, solitary Alpha King, who angers easily. And there were even moments that I witnessed the fun-loving carefree Alex that Lucille had told me so much about. As the days went on, my ang
“Rosalie…” Alex warns in a husky voice. Lust evident in his eyes. “Now is not the time to be playing around with me.” “I’m not playing with you Alex. I’m being serious….” I look him dead in the eyes. My hand lifting and cupping my heavy breast underneath my thick dressing gown. “I want you to take me right here under the stars.” He sucks in a deep breath as he watches my hand give my breast a gentle squeeze. I could see the thickness of his own arousal spasming in his trousers and it screams to be released. “No Rosalie.” He denies once more, his desire obvious as his blue eyes darken in wanting. “Please Alex.” I whisper, looking up at him through my lashes, a slight pout on my face. He shifts uncomfortably on the spot. “You want me to take you here, right now? Where my men can sit and watch me fuck you?” He looks at me incredulously, a small tick in his cheek as he tries to keep his temper under control. “Alex, its dark,
Alexander Being hauled up with Rosalie had its perks, that was for sure. But ultimately, I knew that it had to come to an end. I had a Kingdom to run, and a battle to prepare for. And whilst I was laying claim to my mate, my beta had been dealing with the impending arrival of my uncle. It had cast a dark shadow over Castle Black. Everywhere I walk, people fell silent. Their solemn expressions watching me, waiting for me to give the order that the battle had arrived. We knew it wasn’t going to be for months yet, yet still none of us could shake the feeling that it could happen at any minute. As soon as Rosalie was able to function long enough without feeling the burning desire to strip where she stood and insist of me taking her on the spot, no matter who was watching, I returned to join the war council. And so far, I hadn’t missed much. It would seem that even my top war generals were unable to come up with a battleplan that would de
Alexander Estelle flounces into the war council chambers with her head held high and a bounce in her step. A complete change from the last time I saw her where she was barely able to stand from having done a locator spell. From what Arthur had told me, she had kept to her own quarters, not really coming out unless explicitly asked for. What had got her in such a good mood was beyond me. I had expected to find a frail woman who could barely stand. “Your Majesty.” She bows with an arrogant grace. “How may I serve you.” “You are aware that my uncle had declared war on the castle?” I ask her. “I am, your majesty.” “Then you will also know that currently we are at the disadvantage. William has troops in numbers that are far greater than ours. If we do not get reinforcements in, then we are all as good as dead.” “And how does that affect me sire?” “I need you to find a way to contact our packs.”
Rosalie Alex had been gone since well before sun rise. It would seem that he had returned to his previous work schedule with relative ease. I couldn’t really complain, he had good reason to be up at the crack of dawn. I knew that. But I couldn’t help but feel a little bit sad that I would no longer be waking up tucked away in his arms. I missed his warmth and his scent enveloping me as the sun poured in through the window. The way he kissed my temple and bid me good morning. How he would make love to me slowly and passionately before we started the day. Instead, all I was left with was the lingering notes of woodsmoke that permeated our rooms, an empty bed and a fire to keep at bay the chill at best. It was depressing to say the least, but I was determined to not wallow. Maddison and Alice were back to their usual morning wake up calls, helping me to get dressed for the day and ban
v My solitude was short lived. With Alexander now being back amongst his council, my ladies soon got word that we had unbarricaded ourselves from our rooms, and before I knew it, our living area was once again a hive of women all eager to gossip. An outsider looking in would have had no idea that there was an army sitting on the borders of our lands. If the talk of battle had affected them at all they did a good job of hiding it. The talk of the castle was mostly, well, me. How I was finally mated and that a coronation would soon follow. As much as I tried to deny the rumour, it would seem that I would not be listened too. Two faces that I did find noticeably absent were those of Lucille and Estelle, neither of which had yet to grace us with their presence. On Estelle’s part it came as no great pity. But Lucille, I missed my friend dearly, and I itched to be able to reach out and talk to her. To apologise to her. But despite how many times I knocked on