SWNOVELS Werewolf’s Heartsong by Dizzyizzyn Chapter 22
Chapter 22
Darien’s POV
After our orders were taken we settle down to wait for our food and drinks. Then
Elder Silas had put that brief case on the table. Telling my father about the paper
work inside. Then my father turns to Alora. With every word Alora loses color.
We’re all looking in their direction because of the information given.
Because of the Will left by her grandfather, Alora is now the owner of the most
historic property of all the Northern Continental Wolves. As she is signing and
initialing in her new name I noticed something was wrong. She’s not saying
anything. The expression on her face is frozen, and she’s too pale.
Enter title…
After she signed it all, the only thing
she said was “I’m free.” I heard the shock in that voice, the hesitant belief. Then
she looks at me. Her eyes are glassy, she looks like she’s about to break. “I’m
finally free.” is the last sentence to pass her lips before she’s falling out of her
chair, Serenity lets out a startled scream as I jump out of my own chair to catch
Alora, my father on her other side.
My father sits on the floor to cradle her against his chest. My mom kneels down
next to him. “Oh the poor girl, how much has she gone through that freedom
makes her faint.” she asks tears in her voice. “I don’t know my dear, but she’ll be
protected now.” responded dad.
“How do we bring her back around?” asks Serenity. “We have the last of our
Tournament fights after the break.” she reminds me. Cr ap! The fights! Alora would
be so p issed if we
missed them. I think of something, I turn to my mate and I kissed her, forcing
myself to keep it light and not drown in a fire of need.
“I’ll be right back I need to run across the street real quick.” I tell her as I jump up
and run out of the restaurant. There is one thing I know will work, and it’s so
simple. Coffee, organic dark roast with cin na mon and nutmeg, lightened with a
vanilla flavored c oconut milk creamer and several scoops of sugar. I get to the
shop and buy the coffee.
I rush into the restaurant and kneel down next to my dad. I open the lid on the
coffee and waive it under her nose, her nose starts twitching, “This
should bring her back.” I tell everyone. It’s not much longer, then I see a smile
form on her face. “See, I told you it would do the trick.” I turned to Serenity,
gloating a little.
“How did you know that would work?” she asks. “Because she’s addicted to
coffee, but not just any coffee, the snob has to have organic dark roast.” I tell her.
Alora stirs, my parents are relived and glad she’s awake and tell her so. Then she
makes that comment, that same one she uses to defend her coffee preference.
“Well someone has to tell Darien, I’m not a coffee snob. I just have high standards
for good coffee.” I look down, right into her eye before enunciating one word.
“Snob.” with a straight face. I hear a snort next to me.
My mate slaps both her hands over her face and brakes into a fit of giggles. It
makes me smile. This she wolf is so beautiful, I can’t wait till I have her all to
myself. I had plans that involved us staying in bed for a month. D amn she makes
me so hard,
I felt like my d ick was going to shatter any moment, my wolf wasn’t doing much
better. He’s been howling to claim his mate since this morning.
The touches and kisses we’ve been able to claim so far were not enough. And
fighting only made me more eager to claim her, especially when she kicked a ss.
Goddess her a ss, so perfect and round with the right amount of bounce and sway
as she walked. I could feel myself dripping out of my tip a bit.
S hit, that was the last thing I need, a wet spot show casing exactly how needy for
my mate I am. Not that anyone couldn’t smell it, we are werewolves after all, a
heightened sense of smell was a given. Doing math equations and reciting the
duties of an Alpha had me calming down enough I could sit comfortably
during lunch.
I look up and my dad is staring at me with a smirk on his face. The old ba stard
knows exactly what I’m going through, then he looks at my mother and I look
away. I’ve heard them plenty of times through their bedroom wall to know they still
had a very active sex life. Not something I wanted to think about while eating. The
thought of mom and dad getting it on helps take care of the rest of my erection. I
start thinking about the fight ahead.
We were to be in our half forms this time around. This form was not easy to hold.
It took dedication and discipline to fight in this form. The half form was stronger
and built for battle. For the fighters who had mastered this form this portion of the
tournament would be there last chance to make it up in the ranks.
Alora hasn’t trained with the rest of the Alpha Class in her half form. 3
She had trained with our Pack’s top warriors in that form, only the Seniors Alpha
Class Fighters trained with the Pack Warrior’s normaly. This year dad had the
pack’s elite Training Master working with us. Master Brock Stonemaker was a big
powerful wolf. He was trained with dad and his Beta by his father. He became
Training Master when his father had retired.
His entire line had passed the position from Father to son since the First Alpha.
They would add new techniques as they were discovered. They were always
improving, saying “The world halts for no one.” meaning we needed to adjust as
the world continued to change. He had trained Damien before he had left for the
University. I knew he was sad to see one of his favorite students go.
But I watched how ecstatic he became at being told he would be Alora’s trainer,
having already met Alora by then. I knew his excitement was because of how
closely she resembled the First Alpha. Then when she had her blood test done,
proving her a Heartsong, he beamed with pride like he knew it all along, declaring
“I knew it! She’s always been special.” in a boastful tone. She was my best friend,
I’ve always know she was special.
I’m glad my mate likes her, it means Alora has one more friend. Then I look at my
mates brothers, three more friends, she now has three more friends. Good. She
deserves it. For years I’ve stayed by her side, and for years I have watched her
pain. So much pain. All those times I would smell fresh blood, all those times she
would walk, stand or sit funny. Yet I have never seen her br eak….un til
today. But then, after all she’s been through, and that’s with just what she’s told
me, and what I’ve found out on my own, she was due for one.
I don‘t understand how Xena was able to do what she did for Alora, but I was
grateful for it. When she woke back up she was put back together, but changed. It
was a good change, I could sense that much, and now she was free from her
parents and sister. We just had to go with her to collect her things after our last
match.
Thinking of the matches has me thinking of my mate. “I wonder what her half form
looks like” Axel said. Making me think about it too. She’d be covered in all that
vibrant red fur. Her wolf was powerful, so I had no doubt that power would make
itself visible in her half form as well. Oh and the curves that form would have. I
growl softly thinking about it. Oops,
must not think such carnal thoughts in the middle of a restaurant sitting with your
parents, I think to myself.
“She‘ll be magnificent” I couldn’t help but reply to Axel. I’m glad I needed to focus
on my match, otherwise I’ll have blue balls the size of my head by the time I get
home because of how much I desire my mate. Maybe I can talk her into staying
the night at the pack house I wonder. I have my own suite of rooms away from my
parents, and we’re both of age now. Sh iti needed to get my head out of the
bedroom
Lucky for me the food had arrived, and that took my focus away from carnal
pleasures to be had with a mate. I look around at everyone, taking in their
expressions, listening to their words and thinking. Then I look back at Alora, I see
a smile on
taking in their expressions, listening to their words and thinking. Then I look back
at Alora, I see a smile on her face. She’s happy now, that’s good. But she could
be happier, she could be with a mate. I wonder who the Goddess would bless to
have Alora as his mate. “Who ever they are they better treat her as she
deserves.” I say to myself.