Lycan's Affection

Conaan watched the three of them, humor dancing around his eyes. He didn't need to ask, he already knew what the weak alpha of the werewolves, Alexander gave up.

"Conaan, can we give up something else? These two..."

"Should I wait for you to give me the thing that is most useless to you, Alpha? If you really want peace between the lycans and the werewolves...I trust you will be able to give up one of them. Besides, I could kill all, including you."

Alexander bit down on his lip. They were at his mercy, and him choosing just one of them was a way to extend mercy and establish just how powerful the lycans have become. Eleanor tightened her grip on his hand. He looked down at her, her sea blue eyes that contrasted with her fiery red hair , the plump red lips that offered a taste he had never found anywhere else...

He swallowed hard as Matthew whimpered. His very own brother and beta. He couldn't leave him.

"What are you going to do if I leave Matthew behind?"

"Brother!"

Conaan smiled and gave a small shrug. "I will kill him."

Alpha Xander's eyes widened, his breath faltering. "And if I leave Eleanor behind?"

Conaan's eyes drifted to her. She is still like he remembered, just helpless in front of him now. He gave a click of his tongue. "I will kill her."

Eleanor swallowed as Xander's eyes darkened a little. He had made his choice, and she knew he wasn't choosing her. Conaan too knew it, and his smile widened, sending ripples of evil to his dark green orbs.