The Alpha Emperor’s Resurrection

42: Robin

Scott felt like a dead weight over my shoulders as I followed Aurelia into the forest, ignoring the fact my chest was tight and my nerves were on edge.

She had asked me to trust her, and I did - I trusted that she wasn't going to do anything that would put the baby in danger, and that keeping us all safe and together as a family was all she truly cared about.

Aurelia was light on her feet - agile and stealthy despite the vintage dress she was still wearing - and I felt clumsy as the branches snapped beneath my feet.

"You can put him down now," she said rather suddenly and nodded to a spot on the ground beside a tree. "And I need you to shift to your wolf form."

"Baby..." I sighed as I put Scott down. He didn't move, or make a sound, and if I didn't know any better, I would have assumed he was dead already. "I know what you're going to suggest, but a wolf attack will raise just as many questions as showing up with him in this state, especially when he has internal bleeding."

"Robin, I am not asking you to kill him; he needs a wolf's blood to stand a chance now, and mine is not an option."

I closed my eyes for a moment, but I was only steadying my nerves.

It was probably stupid and naïve of me, but I didn't think it was possible for Aurelia to betray me and I took out my piercings and shoved them into my pocket before I shed my clothes and shifted to the wolf she had never seen before.

I wanted to apologize - she hadn't seen that part of me before and I felt like I was letting her down because I wasn't the big, powerful Alpha wolf she probably imagined when she thought of me as a wolf.

"It has been a long time since anybody tried this," she said, calmly. "I don't even know if we can do it properly... from what my father told me it doesn't always work; but if anyone can make a wolf that shouldn't exist, it's us."

She was talking to herself more than me, and I wasn't sure I really understood what she was trying to convince herself, because her words made it seem like she wanted me to transform Scott into a wolf.

I looked up at her; she was pacing and the only way I could comfort her at all was to nudge her hand with my nose.

She buried her hands in the fur at my neck and knelt in front of me, lowering herself to my level so she could look directly into my eyes.

"If this doesn't work, it isn't because of you. It isn't that you're too weak, or inferior. And I am only asking you to do this because I don't want our baby to grow up without you, but I can't see any other way to secure our future without throwing your sister under the bus."

I licked her hand. It was the only thing I could do to communicate with her without feeling ridiculous, and she smiled and rested her forehead against mine.

"If he survives, he'll be a wolf of your bloodline; your blood is what will make him a wolf, but whether it takes or not is down to his human side. I don't have enough time to explain everything now," she stood up again, pulling a knife I had no idea she was concealing from somewhere in the folds of her dress, "I need to cut you, ok?"

It wasn't exactly OK, but we had no other choice, and I trusted her.

She reached out to me, knife in hand, and I noticed that she was trembling. My chest tightened, and when I saw her falter I shifted back and took the knife from her, slashing it across my outer-thigh and waiting for the blood to start running before I changed forms again without saying a word.

My blood was still running, sticky in the thick fur at my haunches, and she nodded before kneeling beside Scott and trying to rouse him.

If he needed to play an active role in his transformation it was probably already too late.

"Robin, he needs your blood..."Aurelia muttered. I limped closer, feeling more awkward than anything else, so she could try to coax Scott to do whatever he needed to survive.

Aurelia was shaking badly, and I made a snap decision to try to help her, pressing the aching cut on my thigh up to Scott's lips and hoping that was what she intended.

The experience wasn't awe inspiring, and it didn't feel magical- it felt desperate, and drawn out, and painful.

When I stepped away, Scott was still unconscious, but his breathing seemed to have steadied, and my blood was dripping down his chin.

Aurelia pressed her fingers to his neck, and he groaned.

"You've done everything you can," she murmured. "The rest is up to him."

I shifted back, awkwardly pulling my old jeans back on as Aurelia waited anxiously for Scott to show any sign of improvement.

"Is that all it takes?" I asked as I approached her. "Blood?"

I sat down on the ground next to her.

"It's not as simple as that, but yes. My father explained that when a human is on the precipice between life and death, our blood can save them... sometimes it isn't enough, and sometimes it will drive them mad, but there is no way for us to know what will happen until it takes hold."

"How long will it take?"

"A few days," she shrugged. "He's stronger already - if he survives the night we can take him back to the Villa. We'll need to keep him restrained for a few days while your blood changes him. My father will be able to help, he knows the stages well enough to tell whether a transformation is going to be successful."

"What if it isn't?"

"He will be feral, and we will have to kill him - but that will have bought us enough time to make sure you aren't blamed for his death. That's all I care about, Robin; I'm not raising this child without you."

I wrapped my arm around her shoulder and pulled her closer to me, kissing her cheek as I looked down at Scott.

"What happens if it works?" I asked quietly.

"He will owe you his life, and have a lot to learn. My father has taught countless men how to live after changing them, he can help your friend. Perhaps he can do that with your sister - it's something that will require them to work together and exercise a degree of control so they can collaborate. This man shares your blood now, he's one of our pack."

"Our pack..." I murmured.

"It's what we are, isn't it?"

Aurelia moved away from me, and for a moment my eyes met hers before she shoved my shoulders hard to push me onto the ground and threw herself on to me, pinning me down as her hands moved to my face and she kissed me hard.

My thigh was still throbbing and the blood from the wound was soaking through my jeans, but the pain was nothing compared to the pleasure I felt from her touch and I moaned against her lips when she undid the fastening and moved them rather forcefully out of her way.

Aurelia growled, and I felt her teeth press against my collarbone for a moment before her lips met mine again, her kisses becoming more passionate. I could feel my heart racing with anticipation as I moved my hands off the ground and into her hair, relishing in the softness of it as I held her close.

"Are you going to f**k me, or is driving me insane a necessary part of this process?"

Aurelia sat up and smiled mischievously at my question, her eyes full of desire.

"Perhaps we should wait?" she asked, feigning innocence as if she wasn't already having a difficult time controlling her own desire. She moved slightly, trying to convince me she was going to get up and leave me.

"I don't think I can," I breathed as I pulled her down onto me again. "And I don't think you can, either."

"Because-"

"-because I love you."

Her eyes widened in surprise and I kissed her; I felt a heat rising within me, a warmth that filled my veins and coursed through my body as I tasted her.

It was far from the romantic, tender moment I had been imagining when I thought of how I would say those words to her for the first time, but it felt like the right time and she seemed happy.

Her lips parted slightly, and I expected her to tell me she felt the same, but when my c**k twitched impatiently against her thigh, reminding her that I was still waiting to satisfy her, she swore instead. She grabbed my shirt in both of her hands and clutched it tightly, sinking down onto me with her head tipped back and her eyes closed.

"Just f**k me," she said, her voice barely more than a whisper.

I smiled, and my hands moved to rest on her waist as I began to move beneath her; she was all I cared about and my focus was entirely on her, despite the sounds and smells of the forest around us.

Her carefully styled hair and the vintage dress she was wearing were at odds with the woman she was now we were alone in the forest together - she was wild, and free.

I slipped one of my hands around to her back and found the top of the metal zipper at the nape of her neck.

My instincts were making it difficult not to tear the dress off her, but she probably wouldn't have appreciated that when she had kept hold of the dress for so long that it was probably something that had sentimental value.

Tossing it onto the floor of the forest was my compromise.

I unhooked her bra and noticed her relax - wearing clothes was torture for her in the state she was in.

"Everything off."

I tried to sound commanding; she complied without a word, leaving me on the floor so she could remove the stockings and garter belt that had looked a lot hotter on her than she seemed to realize.

A satisfied moan escaped her as her skin was exposed to the night air, and I watched her with silent, reverent appreciation in a moment that felt both intimate and intense.

She stood over me, giving me the impression that I was looking up at an icon of womanhood - a goddess of the forest, representing all the women she had watched over from the day they were born until the day they died.

She had seen people live the life she ached for over and over again, and passed on the wisdom that came from her unique experience to help them, rather than becoming bitter and miserable.

My eyes wandered up her body, and I rested my hands on the back of her knees, pulling her down to straddle my chest.

"What?" she asked, blushing fiercely as I looked at her.

"It's your turn."

I grasped her thighs and moved her so I could taste her, enjoying her response to me when my tongue flicked over her c**t.

She tasted like an icon of womanhood, too. Something about her essense was different to any of the women I had been with before her - she carried power that didn't exist in our kind anymore and I could sense it.

She leaned back, resting on the palms of her hands, and panted breathlessly.

I hoped that my gesture was clear to her - I didn't want to remind her of all the years she had spent thinking this was impossible, but I needed her to know I wasn't blind to her former grief.

It was her turn to look for signs that she was having a future Alpha, or to wonder whether the baby she was carrying was a boy or a girl. I hadn't been thinking about that when I told her rather bluntly that I didn't care either way, and I felt a pang of regret for the fact I couldn't just pretend to have an opinion for her sake. I wanted her to savor all of the moments she thought she would never get to experience herself, and to show her that I was excited for our future.

I ran my hands up her body and grasped her waist, lifting her up with ease so I could reposition her again.

She gasped when I slipped inside of her, and I waited for her to adjust to me again before I sat up and wrapped my arms around her gently, because she was lost in the moment and I wanted to let her follow whatever instincts were driving her so wild.

She clawed at my top, and made a little frustrated noise when she failed to remove it from me.

"I think you might be right about this baby." I smiled and pulled my top off before I pressed my forehead to hers. "I don't think anybody has ever wanted me the way you have lately."

She whimpered and kissed me hungrily as she ground her hips against me; I wrapped my arms around her tightly, holding her close while I moved slowly.

I kissed her neck, sucking gently at the skin as she panted and moaned quietly against me. She let out a soft gasp and threw her head back in pleasure when I rested my hands on her lower back softly.

"I don't think you're going to be satisfied until we have an entire pack of little Alpha pups to raise together, are you, baby girl?" She squirmed slightly and I pressed my hand to her stomach, smiling. "I'm only teasing you. This one is-"

Aurelia shoved my shoulders hard, so I fell back against the floor of the forest, effectively silencing me. She didn't want to talk, and she didn't want me to be slow or gentle. She needed her release.

I rolled her onto her back and held her wrists above her head so she couldn't push me away. She moaned and bit her lip, trying to keep her cries of pleasure contained. I kissed her neck and shoulders, and she wrapped her legs around me.

My grip tightened on her wrists - she swore, and arched her back slightly so her breasts were pressed against me and her scent was overpowering. She was everything that I had needed without even knowing anything was missing from my life, and I couldn't get enough of her now she was mine.

Mine…

Aurelia was an actual Goddess as far as I was concerned, and I was arrogant enough to think of someone so f*****g perfect as mine.

"Oh God," she gasped, her voice barely audible as I buried my face between her shoulder and neck, my teeth lightly grazing her skin until she strained against me, urging me to be less gentle.

She sank her nails into my back the moment I released her wrists.

As she dragged her nails down my flesh, I was flooded by adrenaline; I growled against her neck and thrust harder against her, reaching between us to rub her c**t gently, finally releasing the tension she had been carrying all night.

Aurelia curled up against my side on the floor of the forest, and I pulled her close and kissed her forehead gently. The blood on my thigh was sticky and irritating now the pain had dulled, and I was worried what would happen if a human happened to find us both in such a wild state - naked and covered in blood and dirt, caught in an intimate embrace while Scott was unconscious beside us.

I had forgotten about Scott - Aurelia had been all I cared about and making sure she felt safe had been my priority. She managed to make me forget about Saga murdering my former bandmate, but that was still a reality and I was probably still completely f****d.

I glanced at him, and when Aurelia tried to look at him I clasped her to my chest and kissed her forehead.

"Don't worry about him now, baby girl. You need to rest."

"I need my bed," she mumbled, sleepily.

"I don't think it will make a difference if we load him back up into the car now. If he's too weak now, he'll be too weak a few hours from now. I would rather get you somewhere less open to rest."

"We can't disturb him now, Robin," she insisted despite her obvious exhaustion. "I've slept in worse places than this. I have survived wars, I can survive a night in a perfectly safe and peaceful forest with you to protect me."