The Alpha Twins’ Possessions (The Wolves From The Agreement)

Alpha's Dominium

The great Alpha King walks in Iberian mode, as if nothing could stop him, not even the imperial, monumental and heavy doors of his imposing Ice Castle, which were closed above the extensive staircases. For, these doors, in fact, like everything else, would never dare defy him and only open instantly to his presence.

The entire multitude of White Wolf Soldiers who guard the building conduct themselves with utmost propriety in the discharge of their duties, just like the firm way they salute their King, very synchronously, even meters away.

And the colossal doors open completely as the royal couple climbs the final steps.

Unlike to what Illaria was used to, none of the soldiers announce the King's entrance, but she easily assumes that it is because it is not necessary, due to his aura. This devouring power of him envelops her completely now, but Illaria soon realizes that if she doesn't move or fight it, it seems almost desirable, just as a safe, warm shelter.

So the girl seems purely surrendered and even very comfortable in the Wintry Alpha's royal arm. She no longer tries to resist or fight his overpowering presence. The 1.78 meter tall Solar Princess is too exhausted for that, or to do anything other than just let herself be guided, immersed by the overwhelming being that is this 2.3 meter tall Wolf King, into his lair.

And the first glance at the Great Hall of his Castle's Packhouse makes clear the illustrious, epic ice appearance of it, capable to stir any Princess’s imagination - especially one who has never been anywhere other than her own kingdom, like sweet Illaria. Even in her dejected state, she needs to blink a few times to take in the grandeur around her.

Everything is rendered in a neutral color palette dominated by cool grayish-blue tones, but is illuminated by several large chandeliers and ornate, old-fashioned floor lamps. The warm, bright light adds to the richness of the majestic atmosphere.

The marble floor reflects the lit lights in its circular patterns and swirling snowflake designs, which complement the grandeur of the space.

As a central point there is a huge Moon symbol carved in marble at the other end of the room. It is located in the middle of the entrance to two corridors that pass under the two main stairs on each side of the hall.

Everything there is lined with high ceilings, arched doorways and balustrades, which help to enhance the sense of openness and elegance.

Also, near the base of the stairs there are sets of soft armchairs and sofas upholstered in icy-blue velvet. These pieces are arranged in small intimate clusters, perfect for guests to sit and admire the grandeur of the place. Each seating area includes low carved glass tables topped with delicate crystal vases containing winter flowers and sprigs of evergreen. Soft white fur blankets and cushions are spread over the chairs and sofas.

And it is near the Moon symbol, at the entrance to the deeper parts of the Castle, where there are larger and more opulent seats, that Illaria's eyes fall. Especially when in a sudden and startled movement, a blend of beauties rise at once from the comfortable seats, some even from the fluffy white fur rugs on the floor, and line up gasping before the unexpected image of their Alpha King.

Other stunning girls in other clusters also immediately stand up, turning towards the entrance. Illaria looks up only to see many other groups bustling around the balconies, some running down the stairs, some hiding, but at the first glance they make in the Alpha's direction, their eyes instantly drop to the ground, just as everyone falls to their knees.

The hall is quickly filled with young girls on their knees, with the exception of one, besides Illaria in the King's arms, and that is Helena.

With her brunette curls and blue eyes lit up, Helena speeds up a few steps to the center of the room, but when her Glacial Alpha's aura becomes too dense, she withdraws with a bow of her head.

“My Alpha.” The Beta girl salutes, but then her eyes dart up, boldly, to him again. “Before I kneel, Alpha Zawyer, please let me know, how is he? Is he fine? Is anyone hurt?"

Although, right away, a sharp, high-pitched voice interrupts Helena's worried questions with a firmer tone:

“My Alpha King, please allow me to correct her.” A slender, elegant blonde She-Wolf rises from a large sofa and bows slightly toward Zawyer before walking in rhythmic, seductive, wolfish steps toward the center of the room. “Your Majesty, we know everyone is safe. We trust you. Come on, Beta Helena. You're always so impulsive. Don’t be indecorous and don’t you dare disrespect our Alpha King!”

“I’m not...” The brunette is going to retort, but Alpha Yarin squint her eyes with a markedly head turn towards her, causing Helena's mouth to close immediately.

“Sorry, Alphas…” Helena reluctantly apologizes, before looking – a little fearfully – at Alpha Zawyer's impenetrable expression. Unable to make any other affront in the face of such a powerful image, she decides to just kneel like the rest of the girls in the hall have already done, lowering her head to the ground.

“I won’t blame you, Helena. I understand your worries." The King's voice explodes loudly in the echoing hall, capturing everyone's attention due to its characteristic sound: powerfully cold and authoritarian. “But no one is hurt. We didn’t have any losses and your mate is fine.” He continues, and his tone becomes surprisingly calmer and more personal as he addresses only the Beta girl on the floor at his feet. “Austin is fine, Helena. You can be sure that I will always take care of him.” His firm assurance in an almost velvety tone sends shivers through Illaria.

“Th-thank you, my Alpha…” Helena murmurs to the ground, without lifting her head even an inch. Her voice trembles with gratitude and relief after hearing her King's unexpected and affectionate statement.

“You can get up now, Helena. In fact, all of you can.” Alpha Zawyer permits with his low, crackling tone as he continues to hold Illaria deeply close, in an intimacy that feels like he's been owning her for ages. With his left hand wrapped around her waist, his right hand places on the girl's shoulder, and he absentmindedly begins to caress the uncovered skin around her armpit. “As you heard, your mates and relatives are fine and will be here soon, but right now I wouldn’t want to know that you stayed around here worrying until they got back.” The Alpha's strong and unquestionable voice makes Illaria's skin to break out in goosebumps, and his firm and constant caress on her arm only makes it worse. “I hope you guys go to your rooms and get some rest. It's your Alpha’s command. I guarantee you that they will all be back here before a new day breaks.”

“Yes, my Alpha. Thank you!” Helena is the first to stand up and exclaim, she lift her eyer to the gigantic King with her face beaming with joy. Then her curious eyes begin to alternate rapidly between the imperious figure and the soft, pearly, delicate female on his arm, which Helena now allows herself to notice.

“Thank you, my Alpha King!” Many other similar expressions of gratitude echo throughout the hall at various points. “Thank you, thank you very much, our Alpha! Our beloved King!”

Illaria notices Helena's curious eyes on her, but what bothers her most is the way Alpha Yarin remains fixedly evaluating every corner of her since she approached the King.

“Alpha Zawyer, I'm sorry, but possibly that wouldn't be your... uh... wouldn't that be her?” Helena deliberates, a little afraid of making a mistake.

“Oh, it can’t be! Is she really your mate, my Alpha???” But Jasmine, another of the rare brunettes of the Wintry Wolves Pack, standing further back on one of the sofa sets, then screams loudly when she gets this crazy understanding from listening to her friend's deliberations.

An icy silence fell waiting for the Alpha's reaction, Helena with her hands over her open mouth and Jasmine nervous about what she said in anticipation of whether she should apologize or not.

But then everyone hears the Alpha King’s thick and audible "yes."

Certain and premeditated, Alpha Zawyer takes his time, letting the silent hall absorb his response.

Princess Alpha looks like a fragile pebble branch lost in an ocean of muscle, a mortal and ice-demonic one, and their contrasting images make them seem magically predestined. Something in need of each other but that would never come together on its own; and he continues:

“This girl here is my mate.”

"No. She's what?" Yarin looks dumbstruck as she blinks twice and stares at the titanic Alpha.

“His mate! It’s his mate, Alpha Yarin. She is our Luna! Our real Luna!” However, it is clearly Helena who has the pleasure of explaining it to her, anxiously and with little jumps of joy, looking at her friend Jasmine right behind her who seems to be in the same ecstasy.

“She can't be. She is a Warren Princess. Alpha Zawyer…” The beautiful Alpha Female starts to say in a clear mental break as if she was in a parallel reality where she needed to explain something like this to her own King, for he hadn’t been able to figure it out on his own. “That doesn’t make any sense, Alpha Zawyer, our Luna can’t be from the Warren Clan…” Alpha Yarin chuckles at the absurdity. “Isn’t it obvious?"

“What doesn’t make any sense, Alpha Yarin, is you right now trying to tell ME, your King, what I can or cannot do in MY OWN PACK!” A blast of crackling cold spreads around, instantly creating icy icicles throughout the hall. Everyone who was still standing there automatically falls back to the ground feeling the force coming out of the King through his thunderous and angry voice and seems to shake even the walls of the place. “Is that what you’re really trying to tell me, Yarin?” Alpha Zawyer continues, asking in his most angry and threatening tone.

Illaria's breathing becomes almost imperceptible as she instantly tightens up in his arms, feeling that frightening aura of his pulse in an enraged way, which alerts her entire being to run and hide.

Her knees become weak, but unable to move even a millimeter away from those iron arms, Illaria just places her small hands on his, which holds her firmly by the waist against his solid, gigantic body. And what begins as an impulse of self-defense quickly becomes an effort to calm him down as she clasps the King's stone hand and thoughtlessly begins to rub her thumbs up and down his skin in an attempt to soothe him a bit.

“Oh, of course not, Your Majesty… it’s just… a Princess Warren is not a trustworthy person, much less worthy of such a title in a Pack as prestigious and powerful as yours…”

“Enough.” He cuts her off with the cold, impatient precision of a cold blade.

Alpha Yarin lowers her head immediately.

Princess Illaria also startles again in his arms, lifting her hands from the King's and stopping her worried caresses immediately, feeling as tense now as if the command had been addressed to her.

Noticing that Princess Illaria has all her tiny little hairs standing on end, Alpha Zawyer makes himself to back off a little with his attitude, either that or everything would get even worse with his Wolf taking control and claiming dominance over everything by force, what he wouldn’t be able to stop.

Then, swallowing hard, he pushes his aura to lower levels, transforming the explosive chaos it threatened to become into the most controllable and concentrated mass of power he can wield, as well as he lays his right hand back down on the Princess’s shoulder.

Alpha Zawyer once again feels the bare, soft skin of this untouched girl beneath his fingers, feeling its addictive smoothness, like the most exquisite silk. The sensation of her delicacy gives him the control to constrict and modulate his voice even more.

Trying not to scare her further, the Alpha King lowers his bass tone a few more decibels, which only works to further tacitly dominate everyone around him:

“Yarin, I'm sure you'll make me believe that you're not really defying me here, publicly.” The Glacial King's voice crackles louder than the icy hall, surrounded by the menacing winds created by his aura now howling haunting songs with each new whiff around. "You will make me believe that I possibly misunderstood this, and it was not your intention to talk back to your King. Am I right, Alpha Female?" Zawyer presses in his frightening tone and the tortured and worried expression on Illaria's face matches Yarin's, but the little Alpha Princess knows perfectly well that she would have already fallen to the ground if she were the target of all this in the other woman's place.

In fact, the Princess knows that she would inevitably have fainted at this point, regardless of anything, even without having to face the King, if it weren't for his alphic hands on her, keeping her firmly on her feet. Or even for his thumb that keeps tracing casual, absent-minded lines around her armpit, which somehow evokes a strange, baseless feeling of comfort—and even safety—in her.

“Oh yes, definitely, my beloved King… I'm sorry, I've clearly lost control of myself, I would never defy Your Majesty. Never." Alpha Yarin trembles and blinks, falling back into reality, scared, realizing how far out of line she felt due to this shocking news.

Needing to correct herself quickly, she swallows hard and, against her best Alpha instincts, she bows to the ground on one knee and stays there.

“That's what I thought." Alpha Zawyer uses a supercilious tone looking at Alpha Yarin for a while longer before lifting his chin to proclaim to the rest of the ears still present around the hall. "Now, I declare that Princess Illaria Warren is my mate.” His powerful announcement thumps Illaria's heart strongly with every word. “And she will be the future Luna of this Pack, whether you like it or not. By the way, Helena, get up.” The King orders, his voice still sounding impatient and lordly. “I have something to ask of you.”

“Of course, my Alpha. Anything." The Beta girl says eagerly as she puts herself back on her feet.

“I need you to take care of the Warren Princess for me.”

“Oh, sure, my King.” She keeps nodding her head as she speaks. “It will be a pleasure to take care of my Luna!”

“Show her to her room and make sure she can rest until I’m back.” With a heavier exhalation, the Alpha King appears to do a painful activity as he moves his hands away from his new enchanted object. Illaria begins to hyperventilate as she feels his hands leaving her. “Stay with her, I will be back late, I still have matters to attend to.” He is drier than ever in this sentence and the Princess feels it even more strongly with his distancing, adding to the disquiet that seized her after the physical link break with the King. The sudden lack of his powerful warmth makes the Alpha girl turns thoughtlessly and recklessly toward him for the first time, and she glares at him.

Illaria's anxious heart beats out of rhythm as she realizes what she has done.

Their gaze meet and she shudders before his herculean and gigantic image.

He lifts the frightened girl's chin, not letting her wavering gaze leave his. The King's bestial eyes are butterscotch now, shining into hers as with his peremptory voice, harsh and demanding as always, he orders the Princess: "Stay with Helena, she will take care of you until I get back."

Illaria nods stiffly.

The Alpha runs his finger along the contour of the young Alpha Princess's delicate and soft face, which seems to trace abrasions on her already very flushed cheek. Realizing that Illaria is not breathing, Alpha Zawyer reluctantly takes a step back, removing his hand. Composed and authoritative as ever, he places himself once again in his leadership position, like the powerful military leader he is, before issuing one last order:

“All of you will rest now. You included, Yarin.”

“Yes, my King. Whatever you command.” The Alpha Female subdues to the King's order with her head still bowed to the ground.

Then, his steps impassive, Alpha Zawyer turns towards the door, passing his eyes just one last time over Illaria's 'Enchanted Princess figure’, before heading out of the Castle.