The Last Female Alphas

DARK MAGIC 1

Ray POV:

I wake up to the blinding bright light and mumble. Warm and soft morning sunshine is pouring through the cottage window accompanied by the fresh scent of my favorite wildflowers. Birds are chirping and singing a beautiful melody outside our little cottage, which makes me smile. That’s when I noticed I was sleeping on top of Blaze. I remember everything we did last night. It makes me blush. My body is so relaxed, it feels like a mud puddle. I slowly got up drooling at his muscles. His tattoo, I finally got to see it. It's vivid and descriptive, telling a story. Drawn in black, gray, and white lines with shading. It covers the left side of his chest and left arm completely. A beautiful little girl was getting attacked when the gray wolf pounced on her attacker. The little girl is me. He has me tattooed on his chest near his heart. It melts my insides, he loves me, he truly loves me. The knowledge that he loves me makes me warm and fuzzy. I gently kissed his chest and got up. He put me in his jumper before he went to sleep. There is an unslept bed on the side of his bed. He was going to sleep there, but he slept with me in the end. I don’t care for the reason much; I loved it that he was with me.

I remember the nightmare I had last night; it made my blood run cold. In the dream, I saw events from my past when Nicholas hanged me and beat me up. I was panicking, but Blaze hugged me close even in his sleep, instantly calming me down. I take deep breaths and control my emotions. I won’t let those monsters ruin my mood or happiness anymore.

I get up and knot my hair in an upward bun, scouting his kitchen cupboards for breakfast ingredients. I got enough supplies to make an omelet, not a Blaze style omelet, just a normal one. I laugh at myself thinking about his gourmet creation. I started singing and dancing while bussing around the kitchen. It feels amazing to be free and cook for myself. I felt eyes on me not in a creepy way but more like in a gentle observing way. I understood Blaze was awake. I started to sway my hips a little harder, just to give him a show. I finally looked at him, letting him know I had cooked breakfast. Realizing I didn’t ask his permission for anything, this cottage feels like a home, my home. He mistakenly called me baby but stopped himself. I wish he did. I want to hear those terms of endearment from him.

I finally got enough guts to ask him to train me, and he agreed straight away without another word. I asked him about the mind link. He patiently explained everything to me in great detail. He even agrees to let us join, not asking or expecting anything in return. But he promises to always protect me. When he says our pack, it melts my inside. Nothing has ever felt mine, but here with all these strangers I finally feel at home. I gave him a bone-crushing hug, thanking him for everything. I am so overwhelmed with emotions that I start crying. I haven’t cried so freely before and certainly not for this reason. He calls me baby again, which makes me smile. After drying my eyes on his naked chest, I gave him a small smile. I led him to the breakfast table, not knowing what he would say. A small part of me is nervous that he won’t like it. Another part of me is terrified that he will shout at me that I wasted his food supply.

When he smiles looking at the table, it gives me hope that he is not mad at me. He moans loudly while eating the omelet. It gives me immense pleasure to look at him eating the food I made. We discussed our routine for the day and near future, smiling at each other.

When I am about to pick up the plate, he stops me. “Baby you cooked, let me do the dishes.” With that he kisses the back of my hand and gets busy cleaning the mess I made.

I nodded, going towards the bathroom to get ready for the day. I feel more excited and curious about our next adventure. I clean myself and go out with a towel, as I forgot to bring any clothes with me. Blaze is roaming around shirtless; I am so aroused looking at him. He says I am killing him, but I flirt back saying he is killing me. I kiss him gently but it escalates rather quickly. He is passionately kissing me with all of him holding me close. He nibbles my lips and roughly holds my hair, pulling me even closer. I am lost in the pleasure coursing through me. I don’t want this moment to end, but alas, all good things come to an end.

Oliver disturbs us with a loud knock and barges in without an invitation. Blaze growls so loudly at him that it rattles the cottage walls. He will bring this cottage down someday with all his growling. Oliver has a death wish. I will kill him after I die from not having Blaze’s lips on me.