Leighton

52. A broken heart

Piper

I couldn’t find Jackson anywhere. I ran away from Peter, Leighton and the Princess before they could see my tears.

I decided to hide in his jet, thus making sure he couldn’t leave without me, but as the hours ticked by with no sign of life the reality dawned on me that no one really cared where I was.

The tears that had been silently wetting my cheeks now came in whacking great big sobs that I wouldn’t control. What was it about me that made me so unwanted?

I sniffed then blew my snotty nose, trying to pull myself together. Once again I wished I didn’t have any stupid powers. I could barely control them anyway and if it hadn’t been for the fact that everyone told me I would be able to when I met my mate I would have taken a chosen mate years ago and saved myself from all this heart break.

“You wouldn’t. You would have chosen Leighton and he wanted his mate.” My wolf pipped up. It was the first time I had heard from her today. She had been throughly wound up over seeing Peter. She was drawn to his wolf and didn’t care so much about how I was feeling. She wanted her mate. To be fair maybe his wolf wasn’t as much of an a****** as he was.

I couldn’t summon the energy to argue. Honestly I didn’t know what I would have chosen. I sniffed, holding back a laugh when I thought that Leighton was about to be rejected again and yet he had seen more love than I had in my life.

“What‘a so funny?” I heard a voice from outside. I quickly wiped my face as Ara poked her head inside.

I didn’t respond so she asked again.

“You don’t look particular happy so I ask again, what’s so funny?”

“Huh, my life.” I said bitterly.

“Pah, it’s not so bad trust me. I’m the pantomime villain here.” She winked. Was there something wrong with her? I didn’t really know her but I heard the stories and I remember what happened to Greer.

“So you don’t think you are evil?” I asked, genuinely interested.

She climbed inside the plane. “It’s nice in here, Jackson never took me in the jet, back in the day. I feel I missed out.” She pouted.

She ran her hand over the opulent leather and plonked herself down on a seat.

“My mother was evil. Like the true kind. I thought I wanted to be like her, then I met Jackson and I thought I could be good. Eventually I learned you aren’t good or evil. We all have both inside, sometimes we just make … bad choices.”

“So that’s what you did yeah? Make bad choices ?”

“Enough about me. Why are you hear crying about your mate instead of being out there doing… matey things?”

I didn’t want to discuss my relationship with her.

“Or are you too hung up on loverboy and that’s the real reason you are upset.”

“I’m not upset over Leighton. If Peter was your mate you would be upset right now too.” I snapped.

“You are right I would, at least you can excuse Leighton for choosing the Princess, she is his mate. But Peter, he is nothing more than a lackey and still… you have to play second fiddle to the Princess.”

“What really is his role ?” I asked, I honestly don’t know anything about the royal families, I should have used my time moping back home to find out but I was so angry he left me I didn’t care.

“Nothing important, even thought the total sounds grand. He makes sure he knows all the rules etc, to keep the King and Queen right. You know stop them breaking any silly traditions etc. They usually end up godwolfs? Would you call it to there pups, training them in all the necessary evils. They obviously need to be able to fight and lead the kingdom in the event of the kings and queen demise until their successor can be appointed.”

“So not something they would willing give up?” I asked. I didn’t know why my heart sank before I even got my answer because I thought I had already decided I didn’t want him for a mate.

She shrugged.

“Who would you choose ?” She asked instead of replying.

I didn’t quite understand so as I didn’t answer.

“Leighton or Peter?” She pressed.

“Ha, that’s a stupid question. Even if it was a choice.”

“Let’s say hypothetically it was. Let’s say there was a way to give you that choice. Who would it be.”

That was a question I had never wanted to answer. I would have happily had Leighton, but the mate bond, would it be the same with a chosen mate.

“Is the bond as strong with a chosen mate?”

“You wolves, and your bonds. Honestly, what about the bond of love ? Why does that never seem to register with you lot.” She seemed annoyed.

“We are just taught nothing compares, and so few challenge it I guess.”

“Ok fine, let’s assume it’s the same, which one would you choose?”

I didn’t know if I had the courage to say it, and while my wolf disagreed I would choose Leighton every time.

“It’s a silly question.” I told her instead.

“What if I told you there was a way we could both get what we want ?”

I didn’t think that she could know what I wanted but I couldn’t help but be interested.

“I know you are a witch but if you have the power to make someone fall in love why haven’t you done it already?”

“Oh only a dark witch can master that spell. Yes we have love potions, and there are ways to manipulate a bond. I was more thinking along the lines of removing some obstacles.”

I snapped up to look at her but her face was neutral, not giving anything away.

“I thought you were friends with Estelle, aren’t you helping them?”

“I am, but one must not lose sight of the bigger picture.” She relied cryptically, and I was lost.

When she saw that I clearly didn’t know what she was taking about she started explaining to me.

“You know of the prophecy that has them all in a tinkle ?”

I nodded.

“Well a few things don’t make sense. King Adalfudis had ample time to take Estelle, as his son’s mate. He took a big risk in waiting, allowing the King time to send her to Elite training, where she met her mate. When that happened he quickly orchestrated getting her to Abaddon castle. Do you follow ?”

I nodded.

“So that leads us to believe he was looking for something that he thought he needed Estelle to find.”

Again that made sense but she was looking at me like I should know what it was.

“Something like another gold wolf?” She fed me, smiling when she saw me make the connection.

“So he wanted Greet as well?”

Ara nodded. “I think he needs one to sacrifice to enable him to transfer the powers he wants but he wants one as HIS mate. Think about it, why would he risk his son unless the outcome was good for him too?”

“King Adalfudis wants Estelle ?” I said in disbelief . “He is old enough to be her father ?”

“Well, he wanted the mother and let’s face it Estelle is a much more attractive shewolf, not to mention far more powerful.”

I had seen photos of the Queen, she was certainly beautiful in those.

I was still grossed out over the age difference she was proposing.

“Wouldn’t it be easier to have fought the King for the Queen instead of waiting al this time for Estelle?”

“I guess he quickly realised how useless the Queen was…”

It was surprising to hear a bad word about the Queen, as everyone her seemed to love her and were deeply upset she was ill.

“Anyway, the bottom line is I think we can assume he thinks he can have it all. If he doesn’t know who the other gold wolf is he will soon.”

“Are you suggesting we help King Adalfudis and his dark witch?” I spoke my thoughts aloud in shock.

“Trust me. We don’t want to be helping her. I have had the pleasure of meeting her before on my travels. You thought my mother was bad, she is another level. No I suggest we consider preventing them getting what they want.”

“If you aren’t giving them to the King what are you proposing ?” I wasn’t entertaining her idea but curious as to how she planned to stop two pretty powerful wolves.

“I couldn’t kill Estelle, I’m too close to her really and I owe Greer my life so the only option is to remove their wolves. They are the problem anyway, so this would solve all our problems. Their powers would be ‘poof’ gone and without a wolf one can’t have a mate bond so …”

My wolf hearing has picked up footsteps and Peters scent caught in my nose.

She saw the change in my demeanour.

“Ah, he finally bothered to look for you. Think on it. You will know where to find me.”

I couldn’t respond to her as my body started to react to the enticing smell that was coming closer as she quickly exited.

“Piper, sweetheart are you in there?” I heard his voice call cautiously.

I didn’t reply to his stupid question as he could clearly smell me.

I heard him sigh and the sound of his feet climbing the steps and suddenly he was standing in front of me. I had barely looked at him when he returned with Leighton. Now I could see he looked a mess. His clothes were far from his previous immaculate self. His hair was ruffled and I hated that I found myself wishing to run my fingers through it.

My n*****s stiffened at the thought, and he must have been able to see as I heard him moan.

“Sweets, we need to talk.” His voice sounded rough, and the sound alone was enough to cause c*** to throb painfully.

I wasn’t willing to let him see how much I wanted him so I stayed silent, unwilling to risk my voice giving away.

“I’m sorry I left you, I should have taken you with me. I didn’t think but these days without you have been torture. It’s taken all my self control not to take you right now and make you mine.”

I shouldn’t care that he wanted me but my stupid heart leapt at his words. Careful Piper, don’t be fooled by pretty words he will only break your heart again.

“What makes you think I want to be yours?” I tried to taunt him but my voice coming out pathetically needy.

“I can smell you sweets. Your body wants me, even if you want to stubbornly deny it.”

“I might want you, but that doesn’t mean I want to be your mate.” I replied stubbornly, sucking in a breath as he moved closer.

“What do I need to do to fix it?” He said, his voice earnest. I wanted to believe he would do anything for us.

“Leave here with me. Come back to my pack ?”

I didn’t know where that came from, I wasn’t even sure I wanted to accept him, but maybe this would prove he wanted me.

“You mean give up, everything ?”

Wrong answer. I crossed my arms in front of my chest and glared at him. I was meant to be his everything.

“I mean of course m. I’ll …I’ll do it. If that’s what you want. If that what it takes to prove I want you.” He stepped closer again.

“You would ?” I said in surprise.

“I would.” He nodded, stepping closer again so he could almost touch me.” If that’s what you want ?”

I did, I thought. I wanted away from the princess and any responsibilities that might make me doubt him. As he scent washed over me all thoughts of Leighton vanished.

He could obviously see my inner turmoil as he pulled me into his arms, and the sparks zipped up my body.

“Oh, sweets.” He said before he placed his lips on mine. I didn’t resist as I lost myself in the euphoria of sparks. His hands pressing down my back until they reached my a** and he pressed my throbbing c*** toward him.

“Say it sweets? Say you want us.” He murmured in my ears as he broke our kiss to kiss my marking spot.

I didn’t want this to stop, and if he was willing to leave everything for me, he deserved a chance.

“Say it.” He pushed his hard c*** against my c*** and I moaned.

“I need to hear the it.” He nipped my marking spot this time and the throbbing became so intense I squirmed as I needed it to stop.

“I want you.” I managed to say and at those words his hands pushed my jeans down as he used his body to back me up until I hit the wall of the plane.

He lifted me up and lining up my entrance he slammed me down on his rock hard c*** that he had somehow managed to release from his trousers.

I screamed in pain but pushed down upon him as the throbbing didn’t relent until he stared to thrust into me, my nails digging into his shoulder through his t shirt as he covered my screams with his mouth. As I felt the throbbing start to peak as my release came near and I screamed as a sharp pain appeared at my neck as he roared and sunk his teeth into my marking spot, quickly a warmth spread through me, causing me to see stars as he rammed his c*** deep inside me and came.

I could feel blood running down the side of my neck as he panted against it. Without removing himself from me he licked my marking spot to seal it. The action instantly soothing the burn both there and between my legs from his brutal pace.

I felt stiffen inside me and whimpered in pain as he half removed his c**k before replacing it a little more gently this time. Very soon the familiar peak of my release was nearing, as he buried himself deep inside me, tilting me back against the wall so he could get even deeper, his lovemaking gentler this time.

“I’m going to come again.” He warned me as he pulled my up against him, turning his head giving me access to his neck.

Without stopping to think I buried my canines in his making spot, his orgasm tearing another one from my body as I was hit was hit with a worldwind of emotions. I gently licked and kissed his wound to seal it as I felt tears fall down my cheeks.

“There, there sweets. The pain will ease.” He coo’ed in my ear.

I was still pressed up against the wall, my legs wrapped around him, his c*** buried deep inside me.

He gently lifted me off, taking great care to place me tenderly on my feet.

I could feel remorse flooding my emotions and I pulled away.

“Piper, look at me. I’m sorry I took you this way, like, like a savage I got carried away by all that is you. But please don’t think I don’t want you… This.” He ran his finger over my still tender mark. “Is proof of that.”

As his words sunk it I could hear the sincerity behind them and I felt his relief as I pressed myself into his chest. Feeling safe in his embrace for a moment. After a moment he let me go and sorted his trousers. I quickly pulled mine back up.

“We should go, we need to clean up. I haven’t even debriefed with the Princess yet.”

“Do you have to do any of that anymore, if we are leaving anyway?” I asked. All I wanted to do was go bed and lie in his arms.

“We still have a job to do, as my mate you are expected to help or at least support me.”

“But if we are leaving what’s the point?”

There was a pause and I felt his guilt through the bond before it disappeared. He signed but smiled at me. Holding out his hand.

“I’m sure the debrief can wait until I’ve gotten my mate all tidyed up.”