by Bella Colt
They were hallucinations, but they felt so real. “I saw you with another woman.... your real mate. You told her that you never really loved me, and I meant nothing to you,” I tell him quietly, tears unshed in my eyes.
He growls as he turns me around to face him completely. “Never would I say that! I told you the truth about you being my mate. I cannot live without you. Even if you hate me, you will always be mine, and I will always be yours!” His face is red with anger as he closes his eyes and takes a couple of deep breaths.
“Amara... marry me? Please. I know this isn’t the right time or way to ask, but I don’t know how else to prove that you are all I want. I had every intention of asking you this anyways,” he asks, with a half-smile.
I can hear the fear in his voice as it cracks.
“I want to Declan, but it was so real for me...” I answer, honestly.
I take a moment to think, but I sense his fear grow increasingly with every passing minute.
“I will do whatever you want, whatever’s necessary until you have no doubts! I just.... need you,” he pleads
I struggle with myself for a few moments.... needing to believe that what I felt before was because of the tonic. I find myself trying to justify what I saw with what I’m currently feeling.
I take a deep breath and nod my head.
Instantly his mouth is crushed to mine. He’s licking my lips fervently begging for entrance, so I open and feel his tongue slide against mine as I reciprocate his movements. He departs my mouth and starts kissing along my chin. I smile as I feel my heart swell with his love and elation. The feeling is foreign because my heart was so heavy for so long.
‘I will always be his as he is mine,’ I repeat to myself in my head. I start to cry again, hugging him as tight as I can around his neck.
“Why in the world are you crying now, Princess?” He asks as he buries his head in my hair.
I sniffle and tell him that for the first time in my life, these are happy tears. Declan moves his mouth over to my cheek and gently kisses my tears away. I sag in relief, comfortable against his hard chest and sigh. He slowly lowers me onto my back as his mouth moves over my neck and down to his mark. He starts licking the outline of the mark that he left on me last time. Shocks course through my body, causing me to arch my chest towards his, as I feel the heat begin to pool between my thighs. He slowly pulls off my shirt and underwear and lightly begins kissing me all over as I anxiously attempt to pull his clothes off.
This reminded me of the night when we had made love for the first time. Knowing this time there will be less pain, I’m getting excited. I’ve missed him so much. It is as if all I need is to feel him inside me and we will be connected on a level like no other. He slowly spreads my legs as he leans down and kisses me, soft at first, then progressively getting harder. A jolt hits me where his long fingers are sliding up and down against my aching core.
“You’re so wet,” he groans, as he slides a finger in, moving it back and forth, slowly, and then changing speeds as he enters a second finger into me. The fullness is exquisite
“Damn!” He growls and pulls out his fingers, grabbing his hard length as he positions himself at my entrance.
He stops himself briefly. “Is this okay?” He waits, holding himself up by one arm.
Is this okay I ask myself...I want him and this. The events of the last few weeks have been overwhelming, but my body is aching for this, his touch. I don’t just want this, I need it!
“Yes!” I answer as I pull his face to mine, so our lips meet and meld together.
He starts rubbing my sensitive nub with the head of his shaft, teasingly, before he enters me in a quick thrust. I gasp at the rough invasion as he starts moving slowly in and out until I can’t think and can’t control my voice as I make breathless sounds. Then his mouth is on mine swallowing my moans of pleasure. I start to wiggle and raise my hips back and forth meeting his thrusts, sometimes pulling myself back from his reach, keeping him from entering me as deep as he wants to. It makes him groan in sweet agony into my mouth.
I’m getting closer to release as he relinquishes me from our kiss and lightly starts biting onto his mark. The action reminds me, yet again, that I haven’t marked him back. I have to do something about that. I don’t know if this will work because I still have no urge to bite him, but I want our mating to be complete.
Mirroring Declan, I lean my head towards his neck and place a few playful licks there before I open my mouth and sink my blunt teeth into him. I bite him as hard as I can, breaking the skin. He groans before bringing his head back down and aggressively bights into the mark he left on me, bringing me immense pleasure. The taste of blood makes me release him quickly. He held on longer and then licked the blood from my wound, but I am happy with my attempt. His pace quickens, moving harder and faster above me, my breath exhaling with every hard thrust, and I feel him hit deeper than ever before. I feel his heart beating at a rapid rate against my chest, matching mine. I feel him hit that spot again and again mercilessly driving me over the edge. I scream his name as loud as my hoarse voice will allow as I shatter into a million pieces, feeling myself tighten and release around him. He stops lets out a groan, I feel jerky twitches followed by warmth flooding inside me as he reaches his own climax. After disentangling from each other, he rolls us over so that my back is against his chest as he slides his still hard cock back inside of me. He kisses my neck and starts moving so slow, tormenting me in the best way, before whispering, “I love you, fiancé.”
“I love you too!” I state truthfully, closing my eyes thankful for Declan being in my life.
Chapter 24: Declan
I marvel as I realize that it’s been two days since I asked Amara to marry me, and we haven’t left our room once. Amara’s attempt at marking me didn’t work, we’re not a hundred percent sure why but we believe her other half is blocking her Wolf until she shifts for the first time. I’m just ecstatic that she tried; it’s pushed away all my doubts. When she attempted to mark me, it hurt a lot but was weirdly erotic at the same time. She has been trying to mark me every time we make love since then. Though it hasn’t worked yet, I can’t say that I mind.
My mom has been nice enough to bring meals to our room, knowing we didn’t want to come down. I smile as I watch her chest rise and fall as she sleeps contently next to me. I can’t help but run my hands along her side, down to her stomach and start drawing circle patterns around her belly button. She lets out a soft moan as she stretches and yawns, making me chuckle.
“You are so beautiful,” I say in awe as I lean forward and place a quick kiss on her lips. “I have something for you!”
I am amused by the puzzled look on her face.
“You know you shouldn’t have, but what is it?”
“Well I didn’t get it exactly, and technically it’s not from me, but don’t worry about all that nonsense. I want you to get dressed and meet me in the study.”
“Your father’s study downstairs?” She asks, again looking lost.
“Our study actually... we’re the Alphas of the pack now,” I sigh, wishing I could tell her all of this later. I might as well get this out of the way now though.
“Amara when you were gone, I guess I technically challenged my dad, and he receded, which makes me the Alpha male. I didn’t know this when it happened. Honestly, I was just refusing to back down,” I explain.
“What?” She asks, still confused.
“We were lost without you, Wolf and I... and I kind of went ballistic. There are certain things about werewolves that are seriously old school. My father gave me an order, and I challenged it. He should have fought me and put me in my place. Then he’d still be reigning Alpha, but he figured it was time.”
“Oh, wow. Congratulations? I think,” Amara responds.
“That reminds me, do you know what happened to my grandmother Amelinda and Luther?” Amara asks, probably trying to change the subject.
“You know she’s related to
you then?” I ask her.
“Yea, she told me when we met in the cell,” she explains, still waiting for an answer.
“Well, they’re fine. She’s taking on the role of Queen until... we decide what to do with it,” I say hoping I’m not throwing too much at her at once.
“Ummm,” Is all she manages to say before I kiss her hard on the lips and swat her but to distract her. I tell her again, using a playful version of my alpha voice, to get dressed and meet me in the study. I grab a book off the edge of the dresser before I turn the inside lock and step out into the hall before closing the door, just in case anyone is around. I have no idea who is or isn’t here since I have been holed up with Amara in our room.
Smiling, I pass nobody on the stairs or in the hallway that leads to my study. I enter through the double doors, closing them behind me before I make my way to the desk. Setting the book down, I open it and sit in the enormous brown leather chair. I remove the letter from Amara’s mother and place it on the top of the desk. I will make no attempt to cover up that I read it; I just hope that she understands why.
‘Be honest with her’ Wolf demands.
‘I planned on it!’
I hear a knock on the door and inhale her scent deeply.
“Come in Amara,” I state before she opens the doors and steps inside, closing them behind her.
“Don’t ever knock on those doors again; this is your study as much as it is mine! You are always welcome here, and wherever I am,” I scold, looking her up and down, taking in her appearance.
The short amount of time as she was upstairs changing, was the first time away from each other since I got her back. I hate to admit it, but I’m what my friends would call whipped. I growl huskily as she strolls fluidly to my side of the desk and bends over revealing all her cleavage. She places a soft, quick peck under my ear and then backs away to sit in the chair across from me.
“You wanted to talk?” She says in an adopted business tone, smirking at me.
“Tease!” I growl back.
Chapter 25: Amara
“Tease, really? That’s not what you were saying last night!” I say raising an eyebrow. I am getting much better at this sexy bantering. I love driving him crazy, knowing that I am the source of his desire.
“I can show you a tease if that’s what you want?” I ask him with a pout and watch as his face falls at the thought.
“I was just kidding babe,” he says; his playful tone back in an instant.
Wolf took control on that one, I watch as his eyes stay yellow, until he’s sure that I’m happy. Which makes me laugh. Declan’s eyes change back to his sexy green, and he smiles at me as he looks down. He’s probably thanking his wolf mentally for stopping him from putting his foot in his mouth. They’ve been incorrigible the last two days, and I’ve loved every second of it.
“So, what are we here to talk about?” I ask, watching as Declan looks to an old piece of folded paper that’s sitting on his desk.
I look at him questioningly.
“This is a letter for you Amara... from your birth mother,” he says as he picks it up, taking a deep breath.
“Before I give this to you though, I need you to know something. I read it but only to help me find you and without it, I wouldn’t have been able to. So, I’m not sorry that I did, I just hope you understand why and know that I wouldn’t have if I felt like I had any other option,” he says as I look into his pleading eyes. I can tell that he feels guilty.
“I understand, in fact, I would’ve done the same thing,” I tell him honestly and extend my shaky hand for the letter.
“It’ll be alright, I promise,” he says before he stands up and walks out the doors.
I hear him locking them from the inside before shutting them. Leaving me to read my letter alone. I look at the paper, and my name AMARA is written in beautiful feminine handwriting with black ink. I turn the paper over and see a red blot of wax that has been broken.
~My dearest Amara,
I’m writing you this letter to explain some things to you because I don’t believe I will be around to tell you them in person when the time comes. For this, I am sincerely sorry. It breaks my heart that my baby girl is going to grow up without her parents, who love her very much. You are now just two weeks old, and already you’re the most beautiful baby I’ve ever seen. You have your Father Wolfrick’s blue eyes, and my fair skin and hair color. You are so incredibly unique Amara; you are the only one of your kind. I hope the first of many. You, my child, are a half werewolf and half elemental. You’re considered a half-breed, and I hope you are proud of your two heritages. Your father and I discussed this before you were born and decided to tell you everything that we know.
You will have elemental powers that you will need to be trained in before you will understand how to use them. Because of your two heritages, we have no idea how or when these powers will manifest. Also, we know that you should shift into a wolf for the first time on or around your eighteenth birthday, but again we don’t know how being half elemental and half were will impact your wolf traits. I’m sorry that but we’re giving you the best information we were able to find, which isn’t much.
Your father would’ve been so happy and proud to have met you. Unfortunately, he died protecting us from the rogue werewolves that his father, the king, had sent to kill me. King Dierk vehemently disapproved of us being together and realized that the only way his son would leave me, was by my death. I wish I could say that you have nothing to worry about and that we fixed this problem for you, but I’m sure that I will not live to see your first birthday. Because of this, I have sent you to live with my childhood best friend, Natalie.
She will be able to raise you safely until you’re eighteen and teach you in our ways. If we’ve been successful, then Natalie should have told you by now that you are an earth elemental. This is the hardest to master of the elements, so I hope you’ve practiced hard and have done as Natalie has taught you. If something has happened and you’re not trained by the time you receive this letter then, my family lives in Lithuania. My parents do not know about your existence, but a face to face meeting will be all that it will take. They won’t be able to deny it. Their names are Lina and Darius Didgalvis if you need to look them up.
We want you to be careful and tell no one of what you are. There are too many people like your Grandfather King Dierk, who can’t see past our differences in race to witness the love that can be shared and created between us. You are the perfect example and product of that love. It doesn’t matter that you belong to both Magics. King Dierk would have you believe that you are weak and a lesser being. This is NOT true! In fact, you are stronger and better than our two races alone because you should have the abilities of both. Please do not forget that! I need you to be careful and watch who you trust. There are others who will try to use and exploit you or your abilities for their own personal gain. It’s widely believed among ‘others’ that two different species can’t breed. As you are proof otherwise, that alone makes you a target.
Amara, I know you will do great in whatever you choose to do with your life, but I must tell you I believe you are meant for greatness! Your father’s people need a new ruler desperately. King Dierk rules by fear and punishment. His people are too afraid to stand up for themselves. I hope that one day you will help them... Your father believed it to be your birthright as their Princess. His dying wish was that his people would be saved. He wanted to be the one to save them, but it wasn’t to be.
No matter what you choose to do, the choice is yours and yours alone. Know that no matter what you decide, your father and I love you! We fought with our lives to make sure you would be able to make your own choices. We always support you in anything that you do. If you are ever stuck and feel ready to give up, remember us and know you have a great purpose. I wish I could tell you more, but my time is short. The most important thing I can tell you is that when you find your mate/soul mate, do not let him go. Love him like you have no to
morrow because in life there are no guarantees, and no one is promised time.
Enjoy life and smile. Even as an infant, you’re so beautiful when you smile. My sweet child, I pray that I did right by you and that you have a beautiful love-filled life. I love you so very much and wish so desperately that I could be the one to be there to protect you and do all the motherly things for you. I wish I could be there for your first word, first steps, and to be able to comfort you every time you’re hurt or scared. Know that I am always with you.
With every ounce of my love, -Mom ~Andromeda.~
Smiling, I wipe the tears from my cheek. I am relieved to know that my parents did want me. I have been told countless times by my many foster parents that I was just some crack whore’s dumpster baby. I didn’t know any better than to believe them. The tears well up in my eyes at the realization that I’m half-elemental, earth elemental, whatever that is. I guess I have more to learn about myself, and with training I might be able to use my abilities. I can’t believe that I was supposed to have been raised and taught by a friend of my mother’s, another elemental named Natalie. I wonder what happened to her. I am saddened by missing out on the life I could have had. I take a deep breath then read and re-read the letter from my mother multiple times. Each time absorbing the comfort and love evident her words.
“Declan?” I call out, and he enters through the doors a few moments later. I listen as the locks turn from the outside.
“Yes, love?” He says as he saunters in.
I get up to wrap myself in his warm and loving embrace.
“Thank you for giving this to me and for being honest about reading it. Do you think you can help me find out what happened to Natalie, from the letter? Also, can you tell me more about what happened to Amelinda and Luther? How did she live through the bond?” I ask him. Thinking about the only blood family, I have met in my entire life.
