Whose mate?
633 Words
The silence in the forest was heavier than before. Raven didn't want to see if the heir could stand, she just ran. She had to know where to go, her cave felt like a crime scene, and she couldn't get the scent of the heir of her nose. Her own fear was overlapping. She tried to tell herself it meant nothing while skinning the deer she had previously killed. It's probably the shock of seeing another wolf here. But she knew it was a lie, her hands trembled, she had felt something so intense, something she had only heard about.
The Mate Bond.
She tried to drive away the thoughts: An exile has no mate, not to say an outcast being the mate for an Alpha heir.
She began clearing the opening around her cave after a few hours trying to erase the evidence of his presence. But she couldn't erase the memory of what she felt and his eyes. Golden and they saw through her.
Lucian storm limped for nearly an hour before collapsing in agony. Every step was torture and his side was a source of pain but that wasn't what was on his mind. I was thinking about her. Raven Cross. Banished for defiance. For speaking a truth that his own Father's Council condemned.
He’d thought she’d be feral and broken by the wild. But instead he saw silver eyes sharper than the moonlight, and the ferocity that matches even his. And that feeling in his gut. It's all clicked in his soul.
Impossible.
He was to be the Alpha. His meat would be an alliance or a political strategy, a Luna like Selene Blackwood, who's ambition was as polished as her smile and not a wild defiant outcast who kept running to the shadows.
He finally started clearing his mind when he heard a rustle of leaves, he tried standing but he was still too weak and then the familiar scent came, night blooming Jasmine and cold ambition.
Selene stepped into the dim lights still in wolf form, she walked gracefully before shifting and letting her dark hair fall over her shoulders. She looked at his wound and made a face of concern.
Lucian, I came as soon as I sensed your distress, she said sounding smooth but rehearsed.
I handled it already, he said trying to stand up again. Clearly, but I hear your handling involved assistance.
What did you hear.
A half mauled rogue whispered the story of the mysterious female wolf who came to your rescue. She's an outcast, do you know anything about that, Lucian stared at her and said, the rocks are dealt with. That's all that matters, isn't it? An exile trying to interfere in stormcrest affairs, that's a real complication especially one with the history of defying Alphas. She's a risk.
She reached out touch his wound but stopped. Your father will be concerned to hear a traitor's daughter was hovering so close, influencing his heir.
That was a veiled threat and he got the message. Lucian suddenly felt a sudden fierce protectiveness roar to life inside him.
The intensity was shocking even to him.
She saved my life. That's the only influence that matters.
My my, are we being so protective of a stranger. I should really pay her a visit to extend my gratitude.
Stay away from her Selene. He said as his golden eyes shone.
As you wish, future Alpha. Your father is waiting for you at home, please hurry on.
Meanwhile at her cave, Raven had just stilled her trembling hands when the air changed, it carried a new scent, one of night blooming Jasmine, has silver eyes hardened, and she realized that she didn't just save a life tonight, she made her o
wn life a target.
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