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

Alpha’s New Thing

"Show me an empty room" Alpha Zawyer says to a tall but slender Wolf, who approaches him once he's out of the courtroom.

"Yes, of course. Uh... did something happen, my Alpha?" Any other Pack member wouldn't have the nerve to ask or at least would never try to have a conversation like this with the Alpha King of the Blood Moon Pack and leave it without a severe rebuke, if he weren't Alpha Zawyer's personal Beta.

Beta Austin is almost as tall as his eight-foot Alpha, but much leaner, despite his large, defined muscles, he is thinner and less broad-shouldered.

He has long, pale Champaign hair; darker and shorter than his Alpha’s, but still long enough down to his jaw and now reasonably dirty, with streaks plastered to his youthful face.

This faded hair tone of his also set it apart from the Pack Warren's solar blonde color, like the braids flying amid the waves of the bright blonde hair of the little Alpha girl. Illaria approaches the entrance hall with strides, but soon it becomes more hesitant when she's off the courtroom’s central aisle, and she sees the two big men talking to each other in the Packhouse entrance hall, still a few feet away from her.

“A little break.” Alpha Zawyer just responds, on a grunt, and moves into a hallway that Beta Austin points at him. Soon after they both turn to see the approaching girl halt at the door archway between the halls' boundary.

Illaria keeps her strides going as well to where the Wolf pointed. She finds herself being followed by some guards and the Beta guy himself, as she enters the hallway behind the King.

Alpha Zawyer turns to a room, among the many others along the way and opens its door. He turns on the lights and sees a large, comfortable room full of couches, apparently still untouched by his men or the war.

Illaria stops at the door.

“Your time is running out, little princess” Alpha Zawyer warns in a low tone, surveying the place like a military man, not even bothering to look at her behind him.

With a deep breath she enters, leaving the other men behind and just slamming the door on them.

Illaria had actually done it…she couldn't believe she'd put herself in a situation like this. She asked to be alone in a closed room with the scariest Wolf she'd ever seen.

It was such a stupid idea, but she needed to try something!

The young Wolf princess looks at the size of his massive Alpha hands and knows that any move, even if not hostile, he makes against her with misguided strength could break all of her bones in a single attempt.

She knew that powerful Alphas were supposed to be like that, her brother could be very big and powerful too, but nothing compared to this, this Wolf took him and their entire family’s pack down in a single one day attack!

She shudders at the thought.

The girl starts panting so aware of her situation and Alpha Zawyer hears her ragged breathing, which makes him finally turn to her.

“What now? Did you give up? What was that all about, hum? Was it just a way to waste my time? Because if it is, that's enough of it, get out of the way and we can go back and get this over with.” The Alpha looks terribly angry, with a bit of disappointment and a lot of impatience.

“No, Alpha, it wasn't to waste Your Majesty's time! I-I just needed to try something... I can't see this happening to my mother, to my pack, please, just let them out of your revenge!”

Even from meters away from Illaria, he seems able to outshine her and the little Alpha girl has to look up to keep up with him.

“How old are you, Princess Alpha?” The scary Wolf asks, looking more intimidating as he crosses his arms.

“I will be 18 in ten days.” she says proudly, trying to make it more ostentatious with a chin lift.

"Oh really? I understand you're too young for that, young princess. But this is the world we live in, this is the system, these are the rules. I'm afraid I can't do much for you. You, unfortunately, were born into the wrong family and will have to suffer it to pay for their crimes. That's how it works here. BUT... I can leave you out of it, the problem is that it ends up being a lot worse for your mother, she's going to have to pay for both of you then, to set an example. And as for the members of your pack, without their Alpha releasing them from their allegiance, after his death, they will all need to die. As they will not be able to pledge allegiance to anyone else, their only fate will be become Rogues or worse, and be a bigger problem for the Wolf community. There's no way out, young princess, the only thing I can do for you is let you get away from here. I can arrange for you to sneak away. We can pretend that I killed you here and you run away. If that's what you want." His low, powerful tone fills the room, but the girl stands her ground, her body shaking a little as she forces herself to hold his gaze.

Once Illaria absorbs what he said, her expression turns to a frown with intense red cheeks. The feeling of being affronted injects fire into her, even in the presence of such a powerful Wolf.

“I would never run away and leave my Pack! Would you ever do that? Would any Alpha do that? So how can you suggest me to do it? Such a low act..." the young woman is outraged, but she is quickly interrupted by the cold controlled Alpha in front of her, who is displeased with her attitude and stops her before it pisses him off too much.

“You are young and you are a girl. What you will suffer if you stay won't even be pleasant to see, imagine what it will be like in your place. Are you a virgin, young princess? You strangely smell like that. Do you have any idea what it's like to have a man inside you? And what would it be with dozens of them rapping you mercilessly until there was nothing left of you?”

Illaria's shocked expression is drenched by tears streaming down her face as she can no longer contain her cries after the stern Alpha finishes his crude descriptions of her future.

“Leave the door. We're done here. I think we both know this is the only rational choice for you.”

As he steps forward, she can't help but back away as he's ordered, to get out of the way of this monstrously large Wolf. But then, as he walks past her and his hand goes to the doorknob, the Alpha girl cries behind him in one last attempt:

“Wait, Alpha. Please, let my mother out! I'll stay, you can do whatever you want with me. They can beat me, force me, rape me, kill me, I don't care what they do to me! Just please leave my mom out of this, she's been through a lot already. I beg you, Alpha!”

When Alpha Zawyer turns around, much to his surprise, he sees the defiant little Alpha girl thrown to her knees, her head bowed as she pleads looking in extreme despair.

He couldn't control a frown from appearing on his usual powerful, icy face. As white as death.

"What are you doing? An Alpha never kneels," he scolds her in an angry voice.

“To the hell with that!” The girl bristles at the scolding and lifts her face to yell at him some profanity, which makes her tone down quickly as soon as she realizes what she's done. "I'm begging you, Alpha." The blonde lowers her head again. “She is innocent. I swear."

Alpha Zawyer's expression looks scary, but she's no longer looking at him to face it.

His pale skin and hair, with bestial eyes and some bluish veins in his throat make him look like a snow demon or pure death, it looks like he could kill someone just by looking at them right now.

Though as controlled as a block of ice in a freezer, he steps closer to the girl and bends down, crouching in front of her.

It's the first time he's been this close to her, and the size of him around the girl makes her look like a snowball, writhing on the ground, she's not even a third of his size and being so close makes the difference that much more obvious and frightening.

She seems like an easily crushable thing now. Although, without hesitation, with his huge hand, the King lifts the Alpha Princess’ chin.

“So aren't you, princess? …Innocent?"

She shudders when he first speaks so close to her, his husky voice vibrating her entire body.

His eyes grip her.

“I-I think I am, but it looks like some innocent life will need to be lost for a guilty family, so let it be mine. Please." Illaria senses the danger as she glares at him, but she can't allow herself to think about it, so she just stares back at his intense yellow bestial eyes. At least as much as she can.

"Your family is much more your mother's responsibility than yours."

“You can't…you don't understand… it's just my father's fault. I'm not denying what my brother did, but... he's gone, and if you kill my father now, everyone will die too...” Illaria is drenched in tears that keep streaming down her cheeks without being able to control them.

“I told you, I wish I could help you, but I can't. And your 5 minutes are done.”

Coldly, Alpha Zawyer lets go of her chin and stands, towering her even more intimidatingly now, before turning to leave the room.

“So just take me!” She screams. “Take me as yours!”

"What?" The big Alpha growls with a sharp stop of his hand on the doorknob again.

“Yes, please have a baby with me! If you do, when the kid grows strong enough, he can claim our pack's loyalty to him and take it from my father. Then you will be able to kill my father without having to kill everyone else in the process…”

Silently as a razor sharp, the great white Wolf turns and glares at her mercilessly, as she lowers her head like a low-ranking Wolf would.

Was she talking to him about an heir?

He approaches her once more and crouches down in front of her again.

Alpha Zawyer brings her eyes to him, a finger lifting her chin once more, his exotic yellow eyes looking brighter and more fervent now than Illaria has ever seen them.

He can't help but think that this tiny Alpha female is very attractive, and even though she is very seemingly frail and shaky, the way this fierce little thing stares back at him, right into his eyes, like no one else ever has dared, is boiling an explosive inner desire in him.

"Do you have any idea what you're asking of me, Princess Warren?"

"Yes I have." Her body and her voice tremble, but she strains everything to force her voice to be steady and her eyes not to waver on his.

“So do you want to be mine?”

Shockwaves seem to pass through them as the words of authority hang in the air.

Illaria takes a deep breath.

"Yes, while I give you a child." This time she's more in control and more convincing, not without a great struggle to stay within his gaze and say those words without flinching. Her little shaken sigh at the end, though, betrays her real state.

“Do you think this is really worthy of me spending so many resources to keep this Pack in check for at least a decade, until I have a reliable Alpha?”

Illaria can't tell by looking at him any difference in his expression. She's not even close to knowing how much he is in need of an heir and being pressed about it; or how much that idea was burning him inside, but still she takes a risk.

“You will have an heir, Your Majesty, my family line is very important, we may have been unlucky with my father and brother, but we have a long history of honorable and ancient Alpha Wolves and even though my mother is a gamma she is also from a very good lineage…”

“I know who your family is.” He cuts her.

"You know…? Right…" Princess Illaria lets her words trail off as she feels the King’s deadly hand caress her neck gently.

The little girl can't help the thought that she would die in that instant from taking hold of her mind, she widens her eyes studying him in a rather desperate silence.

However, Alpha Zawyer, with his eyes of flames roaming that tiny body, is setting the girl on fire in places she couldn't expect, while feeling her waist with his other hand; and making sure not to over-tighten this little Wolf's corset, the Alpha pulls her close with an unexpected, fervent kiss.

Illaria is taken by surprise, her eyes rolling and her lids fluttering like two fleeing butterflies, as she feels the sudden freshness of a masculine taste in her mouth.

Those rosy lips of hers turn out to be surprisingly soft and endearing.

The Alpha Wolf roars mid-kiss with an urgent, demanding noise, Ashtam, the Glacial Wolf King, is screaming in his mind, “this wolf is mine, human. Make her know! You better claim her, Zawyer! Right now!” And he's at such ease with taking Zawyer's human control out of the situation, that his human has to shut him down like he's never done with his Wolf before, without even responding.

And then the Alpha lifts the girl off the ground, crushing her with a loud crash against the wooden palace door.

Zawyer doesn't let their mouths untie for a second. She's so tasty, she's freaking his nerves, and his mighty ancient Wolf out of his always impeccable control, like it was an easy thing to do.

The raw roar shakes entirely the girl's fragile body.

The feeling of needing to flee is inevitable; but Illaria, in fact, with incoherent instincts, only clings to the white Wolf's huge stone arms, approaching them like a shelter. Or looking for one as she tried to match such a devouring kiss.

“Can you really keep up with me, little Wolf?”

She was trying.

Illaria's lips are swollen as he stops and growls at her in his low, crackling voice. Illaria gasps.

Being kept separate from the world all her life, Illaria isn't sure if this is what a kiss is supposed to be because it's incredibly good, but it's also so intense that is scaring her on the same level.

“If you're going to be mine, until you give me a child, you're going to need a lot of dedication to do my will. I do not tolerate any kind of challenge, indiscipline or impertinence in my pack, if you do any I can kill you and your father immediately.”

She swallows, but doesn't take her scared eyes off him, not for a second.

“And once I have my son, you're out. I don't have a mate and I don't need one. I am not going to have one, I hope that's clear. But only after you give birth to my kid, then it won't tarnish his name. You will be charged with treason and sent back to your doomed family to wait for my son to take what is his, and when he does, the three of you will find yours destiny. That's what you're asking of me and I could offer you that. Is that what you really want, Wolf?”

In fact, what's scaring her almost as much as he is how her heart and body are pounding alarmingly right now.

“If it saves my mother from torture and my pack from extermination; so yes, that's what I want, Alpha.”

"Let's see if you're sure of that."

With another demanding kiss, which Alpha Zawyer doesn't have a chance to avoid initiating and doesn't seem to want to avoid either, he pulls her closer again.

The inflamed girl places her hands on his shoulders and neck, seeking support for her already weakened knees.

With his lips on hers, the Alpha grips her wrists against the wall, seeing from his side view something that makes his Wolf roar again, this time deeply menacing.

Alpha Zawyer separates his mouth from hers and looks down to meet her expectant blue eyes.

“Why do you have an engagement ring, Princess Warren?” His hand shakes her wrist with the silly ring. “Are you really a virgin Alpha?”

Suddenly, the thought of another man having her infuriates him.

“Yes, I am… it was my father who promised me to an Alpha family of the Pack, but he didn't even let us meet before we completed the ceremonies on my 18th birthday… I wasn't his mate, I would just be his chosen mate after that…"

Alpha Zawyer takes the ring off promptly and without giving it a single glance, he throws it away, instantly crushing and invading her soft lips back, with his greatest crave.

The Mighty Alpha was ready to rip all the dress off of the little blond creature who had dared to take him out of his perfected grip, when Illaria tries to push him away. She uses her gentlest and most delicate attitude, knowing how much she was at risk.

The Ice King lets himself be pushed and there is heat in his coldest expression as he glares at her.

“Your Majesty, you want your son to be a legitimate heir, don't you?" Illaria says more respectfully that she can, out of breath and with her trembling body held in those powerful hands of his.

He couldn't deny that she was surprising, she displayed such a captivating grace that the Alpha couldn't help but admit it. With a boldness far too great for such a small Wolf, with still a fine, seductive delicacy. Since from the first time he’d seen her walk her haughty expression into court, until the first time he'd heard her speak so confidently in his courtroom.

Alpha Zawyer stops. He takes a step back like it's an easy thing to do in a situation like this and his Wolf wasn't giving him the most outrageous threats inside his head if he dared stop now.

However, cold as a ice, he does so, shooting her death glares as he steps back, still covering her easily.

Illaria takes the opportunity to take a deep breath to ease her heavy breathing. And without taking her eyes off the danger, with her chin held high to glance up to him, she risks a few more requests she needed to make.

“Your Majesty. My Alpha.” She starts deliberately polite and gulping air, in order to control herself from the astonishing bewilderment that took over her core after the kiss. The princess was feeling the most lascivious and unprecedented emotions she has ever felt in her almost 18 years of life. "Can you promise me that you won't kill the Alpha families of my Pack either?"

Alpha Zawyer's arm is still braced against the wall behind her and he glares like a dagger at the cute little thing lying breathless beneath him.

"Why? Are you in love with your ex-fiancé?" The sound is low and dangerous.

The blonde notices this and tries her best to soothe him with her softest tone.

"No, I'm not…but there are some good Alpha families among them…please, my Alpha."

In fact, hearing her say that again seems to have some effect on him, as his yellow eyes glow with desire at her humble demeanor and he recoils even further.

“You can call me Alpha Zawyer. And the only thing I'm going to promise you is that they'll get a fair trial. Is that good enough?”

The girl nods her head shakily, not finding her voice anymore.

“So from now on, Princess Alpha, you have made yourself mine and are under my rules and regiment. For now, until I say our deal is over.”

She nods her head again.

"It's Illaria"

Alpha Zawyer looks at her uncomprehendingly.

"My name…"

With his gaze fixed on her, he nods coldly and curtly, before stepping to the side to open the door.

“But, wait, you have to promise me one more thing. I have one condition, my solely condition.”

The Alpha is so impatient now and annoyed at having to halt at the door for the third time that his icy expression looks murderous as it lands on her this time. Illaria cringes.

“You are not in the place to make conditions.”

But contrary to his harsh words, instead of just leaving the room, he hangs in the doorway, staring at her with his stony face and puffs out his chest even more, which might make someone less experienced think he's panting.

“I know, Alpha Zawyer. I still need it, please.” In Illaria's case, she's actually breathless as she says this. The girl is not trying to pretend she isn't, because even if she did, it would be virtually impossible to hide how gasping she was at this point. "Promise me you won't hurt the child I'm going to give you..."

The Alpha's eyes become even thinner and colder.

"I will treat the child as my own heir, that is all I will promise you." He is stern and with that the Alpha finally opens the door beside her and leaves.