Love of Rose

Chapter 9

Still, in the library, Merlon and Mortiferus have agreed that they need to be careful and slow with her. Mort still purring over finding their mate he promised to be calm and wait as long as his mate doesn´t know of shifters and the real magic of this world. Content to have found her and helping her without her knowing. For him, it was an evening divided between the happiness of just getting to know her and the restraint of his want and need to touch and feel her. Getting to know her was capturing for him she showed her bright mind and a broad knowledge during their various topics of their conversation. It felt to him that they could talk about anything and everything and he already felt drawn to her. But her sadness and the fast-growing signs of her growing fatigue have brought the evening to an early end for him. After she closed the door behind her he used one of his protective spells and walked fast to his car. He was certain that she was watched over by the staff of the clinic and would soon be sleeping so that he could go for just a few hours, it was a calculable risk he reassured himself. He was edgy, torn between the wish not to leave his mate after finding her and getting her what she needed. After talking to her he had some ideas, what he needed to get from his hoard and was eager to get it for her.

Starting the engine of his Sportscar he told his phone to dial the number of his Beta, he needed to speak with his guys again checking that everything went smoothly without him, but he was confident that his second in command had everything in control. To be honest, it was more of a habit to call form his car and get an update on recent events, he has done that for quite some time now. Thinking of it almost a millennium. Yes, he was the alpha but not in a classic wolfpack manner, he was Alpha of alphas, he was centuries old, deadly strong and that even without his abilities. He was the head and leader of the deadliest squat of the world. They where many whispers about “the horde” and some stories had grown over the years to scary stories. Those to be told to small children and warn them: “if you are not good, he horde will come and get you”. The horde was his anchor, shifter especially old ones tend to get tired of the world and feel a detachment to the world and their beings, an anchor helps to ground the old ones and helps to adjust to the changes and developments in the world. He was very grateful for the members of the horde, they have kept him sane and quite busy all through those centuries. They have become more of a family to him than his actual family. After only one and a half rings of hi phone, he got connected to his beta. “Hey Lo! Please tell me that you are done with that red-headed witch of a woman!” he greeted Merlon. A wry smile on his lips he answered: “Good day to you to Artie, on short yes that is definitely not your busyness, but never the less she is history. I know you never liked her or any other for that matter. Some day you would have to tell me why. But now skip to my update and prepare for a longer leave of absence for me.” silence for about thirty seconds, then Art answered with only one simple word “Why?”. Mortiferus got angry… holding his feelings of possessiveness, Mort and his car at high speed in control was straining so Merlon only answered with a hissed “Later! Update now!”. Knowing Merlon and Mort to the T Art started answering Merlons request without any hesitation within the second. After discussing two missions and some horde internal matters they agreed to talk the next day and discharged. Merlon and Mort grated with their teeth thinking how to keep her a little longer only to them, guarding the knowledge of having found her jealously. The rest of the car drive he used thinking about ways to throw of Art and the others and keeping them busy, only to have her for himself for as long as possible.