The Prophecy

|| Chapter Sixteen ||

“I know what that weapon is.”

Silence descended in the conference room and 100 pairs of eyes turned to face Alpha Ricci.

“It is a dark magic ritual. The younger the pups the more potent. The ritual can be used to bless, well, curse weapons and when the weapon is used, it will cause injuries just like that. Even a small cut can be lethal. As far as I know, it kills your wolf and then your human form.”

Silence. Nobody reacted, they just stared at him. Some of the Alphas had their mouths hanging open.

“Alpha Ricci, thank you.” Alexanders smooth voice broke everyone out of their trance.

“Let’s break for lunch gentlemen. There is a spread ready in the veranda, we will reconvene in 90 minutes. Alpha Ricci, if you will join me in my office.”

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Alexander had wrapped an arm tightly around Bea’s waist as they headed towards his office as if her knees could buckle at any moment. Part of her wanted to snap at him and tell him that she was more than capable of walking, but the damned mate pull was purring like a well-oiled machine, sending pleasurable tingles where their skin touched.

They were followed closely by Matthias, Jasper, and Alpha Ricci and once they arrived at his office, Bea was deposited on the couch and told, silently, to stay put. Alexander leaned against the front of his desk and waited for Alpha Ricci to begin.

Once the door shut behind them, Ricci ran his hand over his face and sighed wearily. “This weapon, this weapon is a spell. A curse, if you will. Once cast, it will imbue a chosen weapon or tool with dark powers that will target one’s wolf and then your physical body.”

“And how do you know this?” Matty eyed the alpha suspiciously.

“This is a tale we tell the children in our pack. If they misbehave, a hag will cast a curse on them to kill their wolf and open up these green wounds on their skin.”

“You’re telling us this is just a children’s fairy tale? Come on, Ricci, don’t waste our time,” Jasper scoffed. He moved towards the door, intent on opening it to gesture Ricci out the door.

“It’s not just a tale,” Ricci shot Jasper a look. “The Elders of Occhio del Lupo stand guard over an ancient volume. In it, there are descriptions and illustrations of stories, curses, and eye-witness recounts of them in action. I have read them.”

“And how do we know it’s not one of your Elders casting these spells and curses, Ricci,” asked Matthias.

This time, it was Alexander who responded – “Because wolves can’t cast spells or curses. Only vampires and witches can.”

Ricci nodded as he surveyed the others when his eyes landed on the old leather volume on the edge of Alexander’s desk. Eyes wide, he approached it and stretched his fingers out towards it gingerly.

“The volume, it is alike.”

Alexander picked up the volume holding the prophecy and handed it to Ricci.

“Yes, yes, they are part of a set,” Ricci muttered to himself.

“Would the book have instructions to reverse the curse?”

Ricci nodded, “allow me to consult with my elders. I will be in touch with what I find.”

“Please do, Alpha Ricci, you are currently our only lead.”

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The men left the office, leaving Alexander and Beatrice a moment to themselves. Alexander wasted no time in lifting her off the couch and onto the desk, capturing her lips in a searing kiss. Bea gasped in surprise but melted into him, letting him run his tongue against hers. She nipped at him playfully and he finally released her.

“Hi.” She smiled at him.

“Why are you out of bed, Bea?”

“Wow, it’s nice to see you too.” She pushed herself off and made to leave when he caught her wrist and tugged her back towards him.

“That’s not what I meant, and you know it. You were injured and exhausted.”

“But I’m fine now! I feel great actually. Thanks to your wolf.”

“What do you – oh. Right.”

Bea grinned at him and kissed him playfully on the nose. “Thank you for saving me, Alexander.”

“Thank you for saving me, Beatrice.”

“I guess your grandmother was right, huh?”

“Hmm?”

“That we can’t be without each other? Clearly, we needed each other to stay alive. Us, together, the cursed weapons.”

“Don’t tell her she was right we’ll never hear the end of it.” He held her tightly and breathed in her scent, absolutely relishing having her safe and alive in his arms. He pulled her to the edge of the desk and slid in between her knees, capturing her lips in another kiss. He smiled as he felt her move her lips with his and wound her hands around his neck to pull him in closer.

They held each other in the comfortable silence for a moment but she heard him sigh and sag against her. He pulled back slightly and held her chin so he could look into her eyes.

“Beatrice, you win." 

She baulked at him and her eyes went round. “What?”

“You win. These past few weeks you’ve settled in so well. It feels like you’ve been here forever. I cannot even imagine going forward without you. You had a rough start but you’ve faced every challenge head-on and bested each and every one of them.

Every time you touched me it felt like flames shooting through my body. Every time I look at you, I feel myself smile like an i***t. Every meal you make me warms more than just my stomach. Your fiery nature, your strength and determination, it’s irresistible. Then I see Lachlan touch you and the rage that I felt, the absolute confirmation that there can be no other. My wolf just kept yelling at me to get it over with and mark and mate you and I was afraid if I was close to you that he would take control and hurt you.

Then last night, you ran through a literal gauntlet, sacrificing yourself for me. And all I’ve done is push you away and drooled over you like a piece of meat. I don’t deserve you.

You, Beatrice Rhodes, only needed 21 days to show me that I cannot be without you. If you will allow me some time to adjust, please, I accept you wholly as my mate, body and soul. ”

Bea found herself unable to speak. Tears rimmed her eyes as she watched Alexander’s walls slowly begin to crumble before her. His gaze was soft but he looked deep into her eyes, unwavering. For the first time, she saw each and every emotion in his statement. Still speechless, she pulled him close and captured his lips in hers, pouring her response into her kiss. She let her tears flow freely, peppering their sweet kiss with hints of salt. All the loss, and maybe more to come, but she knew that at the very end, they’ll have each other.

She drew circles on his upper back, and he responded by sliding his hands from her waist down to her bum, drawing her body towards him. Her soft moan allowed him entry into her mouth, and he explored and tasted her.

They broke apart for air and his hand was in her hair in an instant, tilting her head back. He placed open-mouthed kisses along her jaw and down her neck. When he came to her mark, he latched his mouth onto it and swirled his tongue on the raised ridges. Fireworks seemed to explode simultaneously in Beas body, and she let out a loud moan. She arched her back and pushed her chest into his. Her eyes fluttered to a close as she gripped his shoulders tightly, not trusting her body to keep her upright.

Bea’s fingers trailed down his shoulders and towards his collar, fully intending to return the tortu – favour but unable to dislodge him from her neck, she just ran a finger on his skin and stroked his mark lightly, eliciting a groan from deep in Alexander’s chest.

In response, he nipped down on her mark (earning himself a yelp) and he slid his free hand gently up her thighs towards her wet, throbbing core. He stroked her thigh gently as he lowered her back and laid her on his desk.

She panted softly and looked up at him with dark expectant eyes. Alexander smirked and stripped his suit jacket off, rolled up his sleeves, and loosened the buttons of his shirt. She raised herself up onto her elbows in shock when he lowered himself onto his knees and began trailing open-mouthed kisses up on her thigh from her knees. Her breath hitched when he approached the apex, but she growled lowly when he skipped it and continued trailing kisses down the other side, back towards her knee.

“Alexander we can’t – “

He nipped her thigh at her protest “Hush, let me, please.” He looked up at her, almost pleading. Her eyes widened and she nodded nervously.

Grinning, he slid his hands up into her skirt and pulled her panties down, letting them drop on the ground. He continued kissing up and down her thighs, listening intently as her pants turned ragged. Satisfied that she was sufficiently wound up, he ran a tongue up the slit of her core.

Bea felt her heart stop as a gasp escaped her throat. Waves of pleasure flowed over her and seemed to pick her body up with them as Alexander’s tongue swiftly delved between her delicate folds. He tasted and teased like he would a kiss and smiled as moan after moan is pulled from her body.

His hands continued to stroke her thighs lightly and very gently he pushed her legs up, so her feet were placed on the desk with her knees up. He began to trace a finger gently from her butt cheek up the bottom of her thigh. Up and down, up and down, closer and close to his face. Following a quick flick of her c**t with his tongue, he slid a finger into her hot, wet, core.

Her hands found him, and she gripped his hair tightly and she shrieked at the sudden intrusion but when he began to curl his finger lightly her hands relaxed.

All she could do was moan and tangle her fingers in his hair. She couldn’t form any words or coherent thoughts; her mind was a complete jumble. But she could feel. She could feel his gentle fingers, the fan of his warm breath on her core, his smooth tongue, the gentle thrusting of his finger. She could feel as her walls clenched as the waves of pleasure firmly took hold of her body and brought her higher and higher, taking her further away from shore.

Her body began to shake, and tremble and her head lolled back as her back arched. Her walls clenched hard on Alexander’s finger and she moaned urgently. She struggled to breathe but each time her breath seemed to catch on her throat. The pressure in her pelvis increased and wound tight, so tight she wasn’t sure how long she could hold on.

Her pelvis bucked, pushing Alexander’s face impossibly closer into her. Her fingers gripped hard as the wave threatened to crash. One final flick of his tongue and a twitch of his finger and the wave came rushing to shore flooding everything in its way. She unleashed a scream and her walls spasmed as the orgasm rocked her body.

The choppy waves began to subside, and she released Alexander's hair, collapsing breathlessly onto his desk. Alexander reclaimed his finger and returned to kissing her thighs again before standing back up to his feet.

“Wow…”

Alexander wiped his face with the back of his hand and walked around to sit at his desk. He stroked her face lovingly and smiled as she attempted to keep her eyes open. There was a goofy smile plastered on her face and her lips twitched gently as she panted.

A quick kiss snapped her back to consciousness and very gingerly, she attempted to sit up but Alexander gripped her waist and slid her off the desk and into his lap.

“How are you feeling Mrs Knight?”

“Mmm…” she hummed and curled further into his chest, resting her face on the crook of his neck.

He chucked “what’s wrong darling, never c*m so hard before?”

The arms around her tightened and he pulled her closer to plant a kiss on her temple. “Well, I was going to let you rest briefly then bend you over this desk, but I can wait.”

She nodded weakly, beginning to feel the pull of slumber. “Ok Alpha,” she mumbled sleepily.

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The weekend passed in a blur and finally, the Alphas wrapped up. After their brief tryst, she had been deposited on the couch in her office. She and Jasper had then spent the rest of the weekend looking through more old books and scouring the internet for the aforementioned ritual or curse.

This morning Alexander had carried her from their bedroom all the way back to the couch despite her struggles and shrieks that she was capable of walking. He had ignored her, kissed her on the forehead and told her that in no uncertain terms was she to leave the offices and the drawing-room.

Bea and Jasper had found nothing. Thankfully, Alpha Ricci had promised to speak to his Elders the moment he arrived back to his pack.

“Oi Lu, I just remembered.”

“Hmm…”

“I watched you fight the other night. Impressive for a little wolf,” He grinned at her as she looked up at him.

She stuck her tongue out at him, “why is everyone so surprised that I’m not made of glass. I was meant to lead the warriors, remember, I’ve trained for this shit.”

“Yeah, wolf warriors. Not Lycan Warriors.”

Bea rolled her eyes at him and went back to her book on vampires.

Stupid Lycans think they’re better than us.

“Now that I’ve seen you in action though, you can come join warrior training again.”

Instantly her face lit up and she flashed him a megawatt smile. “Really?? When!”

“Tomorrow, if you’re up for it?”

“Sounds great!”

The office door burst open and Matthias walked in and promptly slumped down on the ground next to the couch. He leant his head back into Bea’s feet and let out a loud sigh. “It’s done, they’re gone, I hate this.”

“Aww diddums.” Bea sat up and squeezed Matty’s shoulder.

The office door opened again, and an equally weary-looking Alexander slipped in. He reached for Bea and tugged her off the couch before settling in her spot and pulling her into his lap.

“All done?” she whispered, snuggling into his chest.

“Finally.”