The Wolf With The Silver Smile (The Silver Series)

by Samantha Bates

  "I am fine Ben, Morgan has finally told me her story and I don't know whether to kill or cry for her, I feel so angry."

  "Are either of you in danger? What can I do, shall I send Lucky?" Anything emotional ultimately resulted in Lucky being sent to help.

  "No we are fine; this is something I need to do with her."

  "Do you want to tell me about it?" Nicky knew Ben was trying to support him; he also knew that his family genuinely cared for Morgan and would want to take away the painful memories, and replace them with good ones. For the first time in a long time he understood how fortunate he truly was.

  "It's not my story to tell bro, but I may need a bloody good sparring session later."

  "Anytime, let me know if I can do anything." As Nicky looked at the top of Morgan's head, some more of the pieces fell together.

  "Little Pixie, I want you to lift your top."

  "Why?"

  "I think I understand why you keep yourself covered, I need to see what they did to you." Part of him wanted to hide her away, but to understand her life he needed to understand what she had been through.

  "I hate the scars Nicky, they make me feel small, and ashamed and victimized. The beatings were worse after the panic attacks started."

  He waited as she sat up; Nicky remained where he was as she lifted her top. He felt his eyes well up; her back was mottled with scars with not one inch free from them. God he could kill someone right now, taking a breath he reigned himself in, Morgan didn't need his anger and right now what she needed was more important than how angry he was. Leaning forward he kissed her back. "Nicky what are you doing?"

  "Our scars don't make us a victim they make us survivors, you shouldn't hide them, you should be proud that you have survived something horrific. I think you are beautiful with the scars." He kissed her back some more before letting her top drop; she turned around to face him with tears running down her face.

  "Don't cry little Pixie, I will keep you safe." He meant it with every bone in his body. For the first time ever he understood why his brother felt so protective of Lucky and the children.

  "I know that, I am crying because of you. How can you make me feel so, so cherished and special, I don't know how to deal with it."

  "Then don't try to deal, just let it be." He bent his head and kissed her tears, leading to an increase in confusion at her feelings for him, Morgan thought she would cry again although she didn't. Looking into his big blue eyes, she could see the pain in them it was pain for her suffering, he was so endearing that she moved forward and gently kissed him. As he kissed her back, it was so different to the last time that they kissed, this time they were gentle feathery kisses, it was Morgan who opened her mouth to touch him with her tongue, it was she who deepened the kiss this time.

  As she stroked his face he let her lead, when she gently and cautiously tugged lightly on his hair to bring him closer he followed her direction, she pulled him back down so that his body was on top of her. She didn't break the kiss, he did as he lifted himself slightly and moved her hair from her eyes.

  "My sweet little Pixie, I want you to come to me when you are ready not when you are in pain and unsure of what you want."

  Morgan felt her insecurities kick in. "I thought you wanted me?"

  "Pixie you have no idea." He kissed her lips. "Let me tell you how much I want you. No actually let me show you and tell you."

  He leaned close to her ear. "I have had an erection since the first day I met you." Taking her hand, he placed it over his erection.

  "This is what you do to me, every day, and every night." He was breathless, her hand were on his back.

  "Is that what that is?" Her eyes were wide with interest.

  He started laughing. "You are just too innocent, yes this is what you do to me, for the last five months, I have not had sex at all. I have a cold shower every morning and every night, and each time I end up thinking about you and what I want to do to you. I am in agony and I can't stop the fantasies, I think of you while I am using my hand when what I want is you. I never get past kissing those beautiful delectable breasts, before I come and it's all over."

  Morgan heard him sigh. "In my dream's it lasts longer, they last until we are finished and you are screaming my name, and then I wake up aching like I have never ached before. My balls feel like lead weights, I am even thinking of getting bigger trousers just so I can ease my suffering. I've probably scared you now."

  What she felt wasn’t fear. Morgan couldn't describe how she felt, the ache in her breasts, the wetness she felt down there and the butterflies, well they were on fire as she kissed him again.

  "Nicky, I don't really know what's happening to me, you are my best friend and I have never had one of those. You make my body feel hot with every look; your words make me feel as though I am the most important person in the world. Then I remember your reputation and I wonder if you are like this with every female. I don't want to be another woman in your life, I really don't."

  "It's okay Pixie, believe me when I say that I don't put anywhere near this amount of time into my conquests, I've never wanted to. I have also never been this patient, I don't know what is happening here but I do know you need friendship right now and that is fine with me, painful but fine."

  "Don't interrupt me Nicky, you do that a lot. I don't want to lose your friendship but when I look at you, when I am around you, you do things to me, my stomach has butterflies, my breasts ache, my nipples go hard, and sometimes I feel things in places that I am sure aren't right. I don't want to be a conquest to you, if that happened I would be devastated."

  He kissed her head with a sigh. "I don't know what I am doing here; I have always been a love em and leave em type. I don't know how to have a relationship and not hurt the other person. I only know that with you, I would rather cut out my own heart than hurt you."

  "So what do we do now because I kind of like kissing you."

  He laughed again; she loved that sound of his deep laughter. "Thank fuck for that, you may have to remind me that I am much more experienced than you if I get carried away. So how about we take things slowly, I will let you set the pace." Nicky just hoped and prayed it wouldn't be an extremely slow pace, he wasn't sure he could cope for long. His heart was in his mouth, while he waited for her answer.

  Morgan was stroking his chest; she had slid her hand under his t-shirt, reveling in the freedom to stroke his taut muscles, to feel the strong bulges of his pectorals.

  Nicky reveled in her touch as he felt her stroke his nipples and his tight skin. "I agree. In that case there is something I have wanted to see for a long time, but wasn't sure how to ask or if it would be inappropriate or if you would feel…"

  He stopped her with a kiss. "Don't ramble, just ask."

  "I want to see you as a wolf." Nicky smiled at the same time as his wolf howled in happiness. As he stood, Morgan just stared as his bones seemed to break apart and meld back together. Watching in awe, she saw as his body dropped into a crouch, he dropped his arms to the floor, he took on the shape of a wolf, he was huge. The transformation finished as the fur covered his entire body. There in front of her stood a wolf, her wolf.

  Her mouth dropped open, with her eyes wide. "I have been dreaming of you forever." Tears pooled at her eyes with the realization.

  Morgan was almost whispering she couldn't stop looking at him; it was the sandy haired wolf, the one that always came to her in her dreams. Even as a child it had been there protecting her in her sleep.

  She touched him, and then stroked him before looking into those familiar blue eyes, she had wanted to feel his fur under her hands for years. How on earth she had missed the similarities she didn’t know, she was crying again.

  When Nicky shifted back, he wrapped his arms around her. "I'm sorry Pixie, please don't be scared."

  As she gently pushed him away to look at him again, she spoke. "I wasn't scared Nicky, I know your wolf?"

  "What?" It was his turn to stop and stare, he sat bac
k on his heels looking at her as though she had grown a second head.

  "Ever since I was little, I have been dreaming of your wolf, he would run free with me, sleep with me and when I dreamt of him, he was my only friend. He has always been there with me. Does that make sense? Oh God I must be crazy, your wolf got me through the days, I always knew he would be waiting for me in my dreams. Does any of this make any sense?"

  He was truly confused. "Not a bit but, I know someone who might be able to explain it." Nicky went off to make a phone call, she was still sat in the hammock astounded, after all these years it was Nicky who was her wolf, her protector, her friend.

  Chapter 10

  An hour later Nicky let an older man in, he had already explained that Zacariah was their pack elder and was well over six hundred years old. He had been mated to Alice for over three hundred years, and they both taught the pups the stories of the Silver pack. Zacariah was also gifted with second sight, as well as being the oracle of knowledge. Morgan was surprised when he arrived; he didn't look more than sixty years old, although that made sense considering Nicky was two hundred and ten years old yet he only looked about twenty five years old.

  As Zacariah came through to the lounge room, she immediately felt as though he had looked straight into her soul. He wasn't overly large, more of average height and weight, his hair was light brown but peppered with grey, he looked sort of Indian but not, his eyes were a chocolate brown, almost black. As he looked at her, Morgan saw how intuitive this man was.

  "Such pain for such a kind soul, I can feel your suffering and your strength." He sat next to her on the sofa; unusually this didn’t make her uncomfortable.

  "I wish I was strong, you have no idea." Morgan could only hope that at some point in her life those words would truly describe her. Zacariah had sent Nicky to make him tea before deciding that he wanted a bottle of beer, so they were alone when he next spoke to her.

  "You are strong even though you don't feel it. It is time to draw on that strength and trust in your mate." He spoke in a quiet and warm tone, almost mystical yet remarkably soothing.

  "Mate, I don't have a mate." She had heard about wolf mates from Lucky and the other women, she knew that wolves could identify their mate after sex and since she didn't have sex, she was pretty certain that she had no mate.

  "I know your mate as do you. You have known him since he protected you through the night, he has been with you all of the way making sure you had the strength to survive and find him."

  "Do you mean Nicky?" Zacariah smiled a gentle and almost sympathetic smile. "Who else did you think I would be talking about?"

  She could hear Nicky coming up the stairs causing her to panic. "Oh God, don't tell him. I don't want him to think he has to mate with me if he doesn't want to, and you might be wrong. I want him to want me and not because someone tells him that we should mate." She knew she was rushing the words, trying to verbalize her thoughts before he reached them.

  "Breathe Morgan, I will say nothing but he already knows you are his, he has known that since he met you. If he didn’t know that, he would not be here with you not when his whole life has been about the partying. You need to let yourself trust and believe in him, let the pack be your family and protect you."

  As Nicky walked in with the beer, he passed one to her as well; she had developed a taste for beer. "Have you told him about your dreams Pixie?"

  Zacariah looked at Nicky and then Morgan, before he started laughing. "Pixie, I like it, the name suits you. Now tell me about these dreams."

  What struck Nicky was the look on her face, Morgan sat there looking dumbstruck. Nicky wasn't sure why, she didn't seem panicked just overwhelmed by something.

  "Zacariah what have you said to her, you better not have upset her?" He came to settle on one knee in front of her.

  "Little Pixie are you okay, tell me what's happened?"

  That pulled her out of her daze. "I'm fine I was just thinking about the bar."

  He didn't believe her although he let it drop as she turned to Zacariah. "Since I was little I have dreamt of wolves, well one wolf in particular. Today I asked Nicky to show me his wolf and it's the same wolf, he's been with me forever and Nicky thought you might know if it means anything." They both watched Zacariah sit back in thought.

  "Come sit down Nicky, if you had listened to your lessons you could have answered this yourself."

  Embarrassed at his lack of knowledge Nicky sat down.

  "Don't worry boy, I always knew you weren't listening. First of all you need to understand that when we die we don't die; we pass over to another place, waiting in this place until the right time to move on again. But when we move on again it is to rejoin this world and live a new life, with a new purpose. Reincarnation is what makes the world turn, for some people their love is so strong that reincarnation does not break the bond between them, throughout their lives their soul is waiting; until eventually they find each other again."

  Zacariah now had their full and undivided attention, pleased with this he continued. "Even though I have never seen it happen, the stories say that when that love is pure and one of them is born into a new life, their mate can find them in their dreams especially at times when they need their mate's strength."

  Nicky sat back. "So let me get this right, we were mates in a past life and because Morgan was born into a shit life my wolf found her through her dreams so that Morgan had the strength to survive." Now he looked shocked with his eyes wide and his mouth tight as he processed this.

  "I always knew you were clever Nicky." Zacariah smiled at him so Nicky carried on.

  "Does that mean we are mates in this life?"

  "Now that is a question that is not mine to answer; it is something you will have to work out together." Finishing his beer he stood. "Your father is here to drive me home, so unless you want him to see the marvelous job you have done here before tonight's meal, I must leave."

  As he got to the door he turned back to Morgan while taking a necklace from round his neck, a large claw hanging from a leather rope. Walking back to Morgan he gently kissed her forehead. "This is the claw of our first ancestors; I want you to wear it."

  "I can't take something like that, it must be treasured and…and cared for, preserved." Humbled, she looked to Nicky for guidance which wasn’t helpful he just shrugged; it was at times like this when she wasn't quite sure how to act.

  "Hush dear; it is to aid and strengthen the wearer, but the person who wears it knows when it needs to be passed on. I therefore know that it is now yours, and you in turn, you will know when it time for you to pass it along."

  Morgan could feel the kindness in Zacariah and she felt her tears welling up again. "Thank you, I don't know what's wrong with me, I keep crying."

  "You cry for what you have found and also because it is now safe for you to cry. It is time to let the pain and sadness out now, although be on your guard and be prepared to call forth the anger when the time is right." Nicky could see Morgan frown as she tried to refrain from asking further questions.

  After Zacariah left Morgan was extremely quiet though she wouldn't talk to him about it. However when his parents arrived she was ready, having prepared snacks and drinks. Nicky knew that she desperately wanted them to like it, she wanted their approval and it would take time for her to learn that she would always have that. Both of his parents truly cared for Morgan, she was worried about what they would think of the apartment when he knew they would love it and they did.

  Morgan knew that Ben was genuinely surprised at the enormity of the changes they had made. Although it was not this that surprised her but Nicky, who hit Ben and his dad when they said how proud they were of him, before thanking her for making their boy grow up. Morgan didn't honestly think it had anything to do with her, she knew Nicky was a good man at heart.

  Everyone wanted to know what the plans for the bar were; they refused to tell them only saying that the bar would close in three weeks while they did the refurbis
hment. They all stayed for several hours, apparently Theo and Connor were on babysitting duty so they didn't want to rush and let them off too early. The idea of two soldiers looking after twin girls, and triplets caused some amusement.

  For Morgan the evening was lovely, she was surrounded by people she truly cared for and who cared for her back; finally she felt accepted and loved. Throughout the afternoon she had thought of Nicky and what Zacariah had said. She had slowly come to understand that she was already in love with him, and wanted to take a chance on him maybe loving her back. Prompting her to make a decision that tonight she would do something to show him that she wanted him. Having the courage to do something so drastic was another thing; it would take some time to find that one thing she would need to execute her plan, courage.

  When everyone had left, she was still trying to work out what to do when Nicky came up behind her. He turned her around, bending gently to take her mouth. He just made her melt; her body purred as he pushed his erection against her stomach, now she finally knew what his erection was she felt bereft when he moved it.