Werewolf’s Heartsong by Dizzyizzyn Full Story Read Online for Free

Chapter 59

Victor’s POV

The more I heard of Alora’s story, the more I admired her, the fact that she had

survived all of that. Her life had been a nightmare, the pain she suffered deep.

She became stronger, and was now free. To have suffered such as a pup, and to

have to suffer molestation and an attempted rape from the man she thought was

her father. Then she got to the explanation of her Sprite. Our Sprites, even for

Hybrids, carry those scars instead.

She got up off the counter, and stood before us. Then she closed her eyes and

said “Selena.”

Enter title…

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The tattoos I didn’t even notice till now, turning to physical jewelry, a crown

appearing across her forehead. Her hair, unbound itself from the double braids

they had been in, the ties disappearing somewhere. It became a living moving

shadow with thousands of tiny stars sparkling from it. Her body grew tall, to six

foot four, she got a little leaner, almost as if she was stretched. Her curves stayed

though, she had breasts large, round and perky, her bottom firm and round.

Her skin darkened to a dark chocolate, that’s when they appeared. All those silver

marks, they were everywhere, everywhere but her face, she even had scars on

her neck. Some were obviously from a knife, others burns, and most from a whip.

“So many.” I can’t help but gasp out my horror at the pain she’s so clearly

suffered. The silver of her scars are flat to her skin, like silver paint, the darker the

paint, the deeper the scar. My gasp had been echoed by the others in the room.

She’s beautiful, even with all those scars. But those scars…the wounds they were

from. My mind barley able to process the horrors she had gone through with each

wound rendered, her torment so evident. Her power and strength radiated out

from her, I was in the Presence of more that just a Lunar Princess. 3

This was my Clan Alpha. I go down to one knee in front of this powerful being, “I

Victor Heartsong Bloodmoon swear to you my oath of loyalty, and beg

acceptance as your Ga mma.” I say.

Jaxon kneels down next to me “I Jaxon Stone Mountainmover, swear to you my

oath of loyalty, and beg acceptance as your Beta.” He says.

She kneels down in front of us, we raise our eyes to her glowing Violet ones, the

silver rim gleaming. She grabs my right hand in hers, I can’t help but think her

hands are beautiful as well, long strong fingers. Her nails long and pointy, with

slightly rounded tips. No, those were not nails, those are claws, they’re black,

strong and sharp. –

While holding my hand, wrist up, she asks. “Do you swear by your blood?” In an

echoing, mystic, and somehow lyrical voice. I nod my head, knowing this would

mean I would be connected by more, than just the Clan Bond.

“Yes.” I say in a firm tone.

She uses one of her magnificent claws to draw a line across my wrist, not cutting

to the artery, just enough to draw a thin line of blood. With the same claw she

opens a line on her own wrist. She brought both together “Then by your blood and

mine I accept your oath of loyalty, you are now my Ga mma, I claim you as Clan.”

Her voice echoed.

The magic of the blood oath shot through me in a sc attering of electricity, not

exactly painful, but not comfortable either. I felt it snap in pace, my connection

complete. She was my Alpha, and I her Ga mma. She turns to Jaxon, and in the

same manner picks up his hand. 2

She asked him the same question. “Do you swear by your blood?”

Jaxon’s answer was a firm “Yes” in his deep rumble.

Goddess I found it s exy, even within this serious moment. Then she accepts

Jaxon’s oath the same way, with a cut to both of their wrists, she puts them

together. I wasn’t comfortable seeing Jaxon bleed, it was an instinctive aversion

to my mate being harmed.

“Then by your blood and mine I accept your oath of loyalty, you are now my Beta,

I claim you as Clan.” Her voice echoed each word with a power felt deep within

our chests.

Her voice a song, a spell you couldn’t ignore. I felt it when Jaxon connected to us,

as Clan. He was not only my mate, he was my Beta. I shivered a little,

remembering how Beta to my Ga mma he had been in the shower. Clearing my

throat, struggling to get my mind away from that extremely arousing memory.

I look up as she turns around, the Twins are standing behind her. They look at

her, just staring, a look of almost worship in their eyes. Then in unison they kneel

down as Jaxon and I had done.

I get to watch this from my prospective now. They say the same oath as we had,

only it was to serve her as her Enforcers. She asks that same question, it was

important, the start of the spell creating the blood bond.

They give their oath, I feel each one as they connect and she claims them as

Clan. The bond snaps in place. It’s so much deeper than that of other Clans. With

her blood, and her voice invoking a spirit bond, she connected us all.

Claiming us as her Clan. I felt to serve this being, would be of the greatest honor.

I could feel her power through our Clan bond now. She was so powerful. I look at

my mate, he turns to me, our gaze connecting

I feel through our mate bond the same awe and gratitude of being granted the

honor to serve this being. Mine and Jaxon’s bond was deeper than normal. We

were bound as werewolves, but I was a Hybrid, and Vampires created a blood

bond with their mates.

When I had marked him, then fed, I had established both bonds. He would forever

be able to connect to me, it would have to take immense Black Magic to interrupt

our connection. Not for long though, the bond always, inevitably breaks through.

I love him so much already, it was filling my chest, I felt like I was overflowing with

it, spilling it out

into our bond, so I could fill him with it. His eyes fill with his own emotion, then I

feel it. His love for me, it wraps me up tight, holding me close, providing a comfort

I didn’t know I needed till now. Thank the Goddess for giving me this wolf as my

mate.

She moves to where she can look at us all while she talks to us. “I am Selena”

she says, her voice still a mystical, lyrical echo. “I am Alora’s Sprite, and until

yesterday, have been bound by Black Magic, keeping me from Alora.” she reveals

to us. Shocking Jaxon, my Father and me. “Truth is, neither Xena nor I were

supposed to ever be able to connect with Alora.”

My wolf and Sprite howl and rage in protest, my heart drops to my knees in the

terror of what that must have been like. I know what it is to have them both with

me. ‘What must Selena have gone through, being kept from her human and wolf

self.’ What would I have felt had that had happened to us, a visceral protest roars

through us as I think of that question. Never! I will never allow it!

“It was Bettina who had the chains spelled around us, binding our power,

preventing us from reaching our ascension as a Lunar Princess.” No! Why! I’m so

shocked at this information. “She had it done when we were born with the wrong

coloring.” she tells us, such a horribly unacceptable reason, “Our Father is not

Allister Frost Northmountain”

Well that was actually obvious, as Allister was a pure bred Werewolf. The sick

per vert still deserved to be put down though. “We were the result of a one night

affair, with a random Vampire Bettina met at a bar.” she pauses a moment,

looking at Jaxon, and me, then my Father, “I do know who our real Father is, and

you will all be meeting him soon.” my brow furrows in question at this, who could

her Father be?

Her answer completely shocked me, to my core. I felt Jaxon’s shock shoot

through him just as mine had done me. “Our Father is Sabastian Night Dayblood,”

that was the name of… “The King of all Vampires.” she finished. I could not have

been more stunned, than if I had been hit with a with Taser. My new Clan Alpha

was not just a Lunar Princess. Oh, no, she was the daughter to the King of all

Vampires.

Making her both a Lunar and a Vampire Princess. How powerful was this being?

/////**Author’s Note: I have to admit, I was teary eyed writting that last chapter, I

had to stop a few times when the words would blure. I always wonderd before as

a reader, reading those parts of the books that made me cry, did the Author cry a

little writing them? Well this advid reader, of a vast and eclectic range of romance,

(for decades now, geez that makes me feel old, and I’m only 30) and new Author,

I will say that yes, yes I did cry a little.