Avenge

My Turn

Syline

His hand twisted through my hair. He tugs on to bring my head back. Releasing a moan.

"Yes, Aster. Take every last drop from me."

Lucas thrusted deeper and deeper. My legs shake to the nonstop pounding he gave me. I knew he was just using my body to destress his mind. But f**k. I am not complaining. I adore every used from him.

"Now tell me, Aster. Tell me or else."

The thriller heat building inside me was killer. He hit just the spot but refuse for me to climax. He needed his and I claim to wait. Damn him though. He knew my body all too good. I couldn't hold it.

"I love you, Lucas. It has always been you. Always." I declared with every truth to each word.

"Damn f*****g right." I hear a smug. And it excites me to have him this way.

After all these decades. Lucas was still my Lucas. It didn't matter if he was my brother-in-law, my best friend, or my Beta. He was simply my Lucas.

Lucas's pace rapid in overdrive. I couldn't lower my moans. The sound of his name escaping my lips gave me the edge. And looking up to see his figure thrusts so roughly, I broke then.

"Good. Very good." Lucas praise me for taking his c**k. It doesn't matter if I was tired or not. I gave him what he wanted. And he wanted some Lucas and Aster play time.

Pulling out even gentle still left me in pain. Dropping my body into the bed, Lucas's gentleman side cared for me.

He tucked me in. Wiped the sweat off my body and cooled me down. He ensures I hydrate and I steady my heartbeat before making any move.

"You will see things will get better. Your vision will work." His kisses down my shoulders added in.

"We must keep going. If we stop. They would have won." In other words. That f*****g b***h hybrid will win.

"We all trust in you. We gain so many more allies because of you. Only you can do this."

I turn my head, needing to see that truth in his eyes. Sensing that, he cupped my face. "It's you, Aster."

I felt so content from him. I just laid back and for him I gave into this old cuddle crap. I wasn't fond of it after so long but being with him. Feeling the way I do with him. Cuddling seems less displeasing.

Wrapping all around me. He started to fiddle with his phone. I ignore it. Wanting to just rest my eyes after his c**k drilled my insides.

"You think he's doing okay there? He's alive, right?" The strain in his voice told me who he spoke of.

I hum. "Of course. You train him for these times."

"Yeah. He can hold up. We'll get him soon, right?" Again with the straining.

"Oh, Cullen vowed to always seal his mouth. He would die with a fight."

"He shouldn't be there so long. It's been too long, Syline. I'm scared." His chest rattle against me.

Opening my eyes and facing him I said what he needed to hear. I couldn't hear him say such words. Lucas is never scared. Never. And this b***h did this.

"They may never tell us. But until we get confirmation, we pray to Moon Goddess." Seeing Lucas shred a few tears enrage every fiber inside my core.

My hand covered his tears. He felt the lost of his child again.

"He's a valuable asset. He learn from the best. He's there because he has his own plan. Cullen is so talented. Let's not think less of him. Soon we'll watch him walk into our home like nothing. He is your son, Lucas. Take that in." I squeeze him tight. Making him believe my every word.

In truth. I'd be completely shocked if they even kept him alive this long. Fun is fun but keeping someone like Cullen is an utter waste of space. He was good at one thing and he fail at the end of that.

In the name of Moon Goddess. End that clutter from us. May he rest with the regret he placed upon his soul. And may that peace give my Lucas the strength to move on beside me.

"Of course, baby. Let us pray."

Tilting his head, I looked over to see the clock. It had been some time since I spoken to her.

"Go headed without me, baby. I got one quick meeting to do next door." I stated as I slipped out of bed and hurry into some clothes.

Lucas didn't question me. "Be careful. She's still a witch."

Kissing my palm, I blow him a kiss. "Yes, Lucas."

Heading two doors down. Removing the extra room card. I slide it in and once the pad turn green I entered.

In sight was her. The room smelled just like the crap her people mess with. She heaves. Clenching to her chest from some kind of pain.

"Can I help you, Luna?"

I ignored her frustration. It was natural after her failure.

"Wow. What a toll the hybrid did. Don't tell me you're quitting?" I grinned.

It was merely a joke and she faked a grin as well. She knew all too damn well she doesn't have a home other than me.

"I'm fine. I just didn't expect that much of a push back. She's strong."

I scoffed as I take a seat on the bed. "I thought you said you'd planned for that part?" I questioned.

She takes a washcloth and cleanse her hand of something. "That was different. The werwolves did needed more to invade. But her. That's beyond natural. There was no way."

"Yet, you place your wall up? Shield the backfire?" She was always good at that. Hints why I took her in.

She nods with a grin. Waving a small bottle. "Always protective. No matter the hit."

I cheered with a bow to her. She thought ahead at least.

I stood up and make my way to her. Her eyes dim and it ask for something I didn't have. Overthinking, I throw a bone. To us both really.

"We'll rest. A Delta will take you back soon. I'm not done yet. I'll see you there when I have my one big fun. And then more will come."

We shared a smile.

As I move a step she held my arm to return my attention. "And my brother?" Her eyes pleaded weakly.

"We wait. He did his job." Hearing nothing in a few hours would mean one thing.

One less witch for me.

"Okay, Luna. I will rest as you requested." Removing her touch. She bows respectfully to me. I watch and wondered why was her room such a mess. I smelled other herbs too.

Heading back to my room. Lucas was at the same spot he was as I had left. Getting into the bed my mind knew better from the witch's words.

"Did everything go all right with her? She's not a puddle of magic is she?"

I shook my head. While sitting, it all may of not click yet. Though she was after something more.

Not moving a muscle I ask of one favor from Lucas. "Follow her, Lucas, she's up to something."

I felt her going off track. I still needed her. Can't have her dying in some solo mission her brain thinks is right.

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Travis

Trying to pay attention to everyone's rambling was not working. My f*****g head was f*****g killing me. Helping my wife was suppose to be stress free. And their constant mind-links doesn't help.

Along with her leech always around. Not having free time with my wife is more annoying than anything.

"Babe? Are you okay?"

"My head just seems odd. It was like that last night too."

Elizabeth rose her hand over my head. I felt a small burn. Flashes of bodies and blood filled my mind. Everything was just a replay of my dream. One I never had before. The only thing I recognized was the woods.

I snarl to the pain.

A few seconds in she removed her hand from my head and raked through my beard. "Time we take a walk outside the pack."

Malcolm jumped to his feet. Wagging his tail excitedly. She grabs something from her many drawers and then we were on our way out by the gates.

We wave through and walked and walked. The gates soon faded behind us.

Walking further and further out I got a weird sense of being here. It seemed familiar more than the usual.

We make a stop. Looking around we see nothing. "All right, head up alone. Where does the dreams start?"

I looked back and pointed up. She edge me to go. "No."

"Oh, you big dogs. You'll be fine. Go on." She tried to shove us but we denied.

"This isn't a game even if it is what you say. I'm not leaving your side. I'm staying right here." I mixed my feet in the dirt. Claiming my spot.

Elizabeth's adorable little self laughed at us. "Trust me and you two will get one big reward later on." My ears pointed up. Wanting that damn reward.

Before we can even accept. Malcolm growled.

"Someone is behind us."

Elizabeth scoffed like she already knew.

In his Ancestors grace he is f*****g annoying as s**t. Not even as a child he was this way.

"Really, fucker?" I pulled my wife closer to me. Gripping her hand.

"I'm taking watch, that's all." Lair. "Tell me this though. Why come here when you know the truth, mon Pétard? It's dangerous." No matter what, no feral reaction from me frighten this guy.

"You knew something?" She asked annoyed to him.

"Made a guess. I'm here to ensure he doesn't attack." His nasty slug finger pointed to me.

"Wrong. What you sense was the false take for her."

"Oh really. And this.." Holding me hostage to keep my wolf at bay.

"Still wrong. Watch." She wave her hand to reveal the witch had a hold of bodies. Witches, vampires, and wolves on the ground near dead.

"Ha she's a cleaver witch." The slug admired.

She turn back to me. Believing that rubbing my arm will help as if her cute eyes will make me leave her side. But I still denied.

"I took the spell off and used it to tug her along. I sense she would do more. A grudge. And now that her brother is dead, I'm guessing she does."

Trying to calm my disapproval. A woman's laugh echoed into our presences. Perry headed closer in and tried to grab Elizabeth. I shoved him back. Pulled her just behind me to shield herself from the witch.

"Oh, a party. I'm game." Her malicious tone.

Elizabeth step over me. Showing how this witch has no faze to her.

"I'll give it to you, girl. You're braver than your brother." My mate's eyes were deadly. And the witch saw it.

Everything flip then. Just the mention of him turn it all. "Well then. One life over another. Balance, Sister Liv?" She declared and Elizabeth had no respond to it.

"Not really." The witch frown. "This isn't gonna last too long. See your plan along with your first. Will end quick."

The witch laughed. She swirl her hand to signal she was gonna attack. Making me and the slug to move aside Elizabeth.

"You want my mate, huh? You want some part of him so badly." Elizabeth scoffed in the humor tone she gave her. "So be it."

Her words questioned it all. Not me. She had already explained to me on the walk here how things will go. And through it all. To just trust in her.

So, trust we shall give.

Meeting those green eyes that flicker to her harsh red one stated the start of it all. Malcolm and I prepared internally. Ready for it all.

Running her hand felt so good on my skin. Her touch was soothing over my mark. Gave me the need to relax my muscles easier. Without a second thought a deep stab hit my skin. I gulp to the amount of blood that seeped out and onto her palm.

The shock of everyone but mine was met. "You gonna weapon up now." She warn the witch.

Her palm roam over and held my torso. I knew then her voice called to me.

"Breathe in, my Alphas. Just breathe, okay." We nodded inside. Trusting her more than anyone in our life. Literally our life.

The worst burning ache radiating through my body hit. A swirl of magic bloom and it was just like she said. I felt every drain of my stamina leaving me. My connection to Malcom faded. Any magic source was being absorb to her.

Pulling off she straighten her arm. Starting her work. My every source of life and magic mix with the bonded blood of us had created a form of weapon that's called forbidden. At least that's what she told me. Something like this was meant for the strong ones and it normally backfires. She assure she'll be fine.

"Stop! You're gonna kill him!" The witch shouted.

"Be careful. It almost seems like you care he lives or dies." She chuckles at the witch as she continues.

Her magical weapon infuse with our love of the strongest magic alive. Just looking at it was scary. Even in my panting breath and blurry eyes I can see that.

"What on..no. That can't be." The witch screeched in fright.

"You tested me." Elizabeth took one small move to take a small wisp of the magic still lingers off and covered the bodies in a mist that resolved every magic source the witch had done. Acid filled my inside as the bodies connected to mine.

Through it all I kept breathing. I trusted. And with every pain I endure I pour out into our bond. Helping her end this faster. My Little Witch ate that feeling up. Just like she does with her thirst.

She was feral in that view. The witch knew she was unmatched. The bodies perish and I looked up to growl at the witch who still wanted to try. She waved her hands out. But her magic was blocked by the weapon my Little Witch made.

"My turn."

The witch was scared. Her mind spiral in what to do. Yet, Elizabeth was one step ahead of her.

Making a shadow from the weapon she use its magic to attack but before she can a wolf recuse her.

"Cowards." She whispered to herself.

In one quick movement, the weapon was gone like it was a false illusion. Feeling her take my body to release every ease. To bring me back to myself. She cupped her hand to allow me to sip the blood to help. And how f*****g delightful it tasted.

"You were right, Pétard. It was just about her brother." Perry said to her. She hardly moved her head to shrug at him

"Should we go after?" I thought. Even though I still haven't gain my full stamina back .

"Nah. She'd learned enough. For now."

Grabbing my wife my hand roam under her shirt. Clawing her skin she was pulled into my embrace. Her body jumped to my fast motion and just a small rub over my body she heated. A small gasp broke and my eyes lean deep to green forest hues. "You owe me." My tone was slow, and deep tender. She shiver in the best way to my words. I sense her mind went to the most dirtiest part. And f**k how I wanted to make those thoughts come real.

Fuck. I love this more than anything in life itself. Her crumbling underneath my touch. I pray after centuries she'll still reacts the same.

Elizabeth swallow down a hard lump, keeping a managed expression. "Now we cleanse, my Alpha."

"Yes. Clean the dog." Looking up, I sent an unpleased growl at him.

He was just jealous. She was mine. And she will never be his. It shows, his hate peeled away. Awaiting for us to stop.

Pressing into me I looked back at my witch whose eyes turn white. She puff once her linked closed.

"What now?" I asked frustrated.

"Cleanse." She hands me the bottle she grabbed earlier. "This won't feel good, so Perry will help you."

Right away I argue and Perry did too. Quickly in, she stopped our complains.

"Ssh, I must go. Gamma has been very anxious. We have a schedule to keep up. I'll see you later."

"Grr. I thought dealing with a pissy pregnant woman it would be you. Gamma is scary"

"I know." Her scented kiss did not make this help. "Oh, and since she had more bodies then I expected and her still pulling. The cleanse had to be done deeply. So you need to be naked and it's gonna feel like that acid feeling the whole time." She admitted.

I grabbed her arm. Daring my eyes to her. She kiss me once more. Only she will find my anger cute. Anyone else will be frighten and walk away.

I watch her leave and to my sight. So did Perry. "Stop looking. Do you have no respect, she's taken. You would think the ring will run you off."

"Pétard and I spoke of this many times. A ring is just jewelry." That is not an answer I wanted to hear.

"Keep pushing. You will be sent back to mommy and daddy in a bag." I claimed.

He waves me off. Same thing he did as a kid. "Whatever. Undress and cover your dick."

A cocky grin slips through from his discomfort. "The same c**k that your firework begs for every day." His eyes slit. "Just before this she even had it in her mouth."

Teasing Perry with the truth was the highlight of my day. And seeing how I revealed his little pet name, oh, so glorious.

Getting in his face to see how truly hurt he was even more amazing. Like what the hell he thought this was. That we were faking this.

Pissing him off was worth him pouring the acid feeling cleanse on me. I snarl at the pain as I try to not let it bother me.

But in every ache I let out, he chuckle out a smile. "I'm gonna enjoy this."

Honesty this was the top most painful bath I ever had. And for Perry being the one to do it made it worse.

After Perry was done. He gave me the other bottle, telling me to drink.

I panted at the sight. "Her mix. It will finalize it."

I snatch it, knowing it will also go down in pain. "Fine! Now leave."

"Hm. You're so very welcome, old pal."

I muttered a whatever and chug the bottle done. It was just the same as the cleanse. Just a hint of my whiskey though.

God damn witches.