Full Circle

Scars from the past

A week Prior

Reyes POV

For most, life was a far cry from what it had always been. Gone were the days where wolves couldn’t coexist with humans without wanting to claw out their throats and draw blood, now are the days where marriages between them were the highlight of the media houses.

Seated in my vehicle, I tugged at my tie to loosen it so I could catch my breath. I looked and felt ridiculous in the suit I wore to my best friend’s wedding. He had just been married off to a human princess.”

She had wanted every groomsman, including the best man to look uniform in the too tight green suits she had handmade for all of us. I only gave in because it was her big day and I wasn’t going to spoil it seeing as my own wedding would be announced in a few weeks.

The reminder brought a grin to my lips. I couldn’t wait to marry my betrothed, whisk her away for the honeymoon of her life and ravish her. I couldn’t wait to have her pick ridiculous outfits for the color themed wedding. I couldn’t even wait to surprise her with my today, we had discussed my return would be tomorrow and I was a whole day early, I craved the excitement that graced her features whenever I pleased her and my return surely would please her.

“We have arrived sir,” Tony the hired chauffeur announced as he brought my vehicle to a halt just outside the terrace.

Robinson, my butler stood just outside the door and quickly pulled the door open for me to step out. Despite him having more than a few years on me, he remained diligent to his job and quick to his task. He was the only staff I trusted almost as much as I did my beta, having served my father and now myself.

“My lord,” Robinson called out falling into step behind me as I walked through the front doors. The interior of my home was pristine as always, cleaning and pleasing to the eyes and had the comforting smell of home.

“I’ve only arrived Robin, do you mean to bug me with the tasks I already know to do?” I joked as we walked through the house. I was in a haste to get to my room, take off the clothes and freshen up. I was more than ready to shrug off the coat of best-man and don the mantle of alpha.

“Yes sir, well no, unless you consider telling me when you would like for me to have a car ready for a visit to your betrothed a chore.” He replied.

He was right. I needed to see her. While I was away, it was all I could think of but the moment I got home, I remembered I wasn’t the man who had the luxury to abandon all of his duties no matter how badly I desired it.

“Have lunch ready for me immediately and I’d be down mid afternoon to go and see her.”

At my words, he stopped and turned away to go do my biddings.

*

I had gotten carried away by my tasks. Had Robinson not knocked on my door when he did to ask if the visit was still going to happen, I never would have lifted my nose from where it was buried deep inside a text from my fathers work I had visited.

I stood in front of the mirror in my bedroom and watched Robinson fuss over my looks and scent. He was more eager to please Eire than I was.

“Alpha, I must insist—surprising your betrothed by climbing through her window is beneath you. Walk through the front door like the alpha you are,” Robinson prattled on as he combed out my hair.

I didn’t pay him much attention, despite all of his advices, whatever I wanted to do was what would be done.

“There, now you’re set my lord. Her favorite flowers are in the car along with the neck chain you had them make for her. Shall I be expecting you tonight my lord?”

He paused and looked at me in the mirror. I couldn’t help but smile impishly. “Maybe.”

*

Darkness had already befallen the earth by the time I had pulled up in front of her home. This time around, I was too eager to wait for a hall servant to get the door for me.

Eira’s home always smelled like roses drenched in honey, the scent winding around my lungs like a memory I never wanted to forget. Before I could knock, the front door flew open and Aluma, her mother, emergeed throwing herself at me.

“Oh, dear! We weren’t expecting you until tomorrow!” she exclaimed, gripping me in a suffocating embrace. “When the maids said you’d arrived, I had to see for myself.”

I chuckled, stiff in her arms but polite. Detaching myself from her hold was near impossible until her husband, Basil, stepped out with a grin.

Basil stood at the door with a smile on his face before asking her to release me before I died and I erupted in a laughing fit. Aluma did as her husband requested hurrying off into the house to get busy while I walked over to my future father-in-law for a talk.

Basil had been one of the few men who served my father in his time and had been the only man to have a daughter and as a congratulatory message, my father had offered for my marriage to his daughter. She was no mate of mine but I was perfectly content with her, she had been raised to be a luna and knew what was expected of her and our chemistry in and out of bed was good enough for the both of us.

“I am here to see Eira,” I announced, running my hands over my clothes to straighten out the creases. Had Robinson been around to see my actions, he would have nodded in approval.

“That’s quite unfortunate. Eira is down with a cold and has requested that no one come disturb her while she sleeps.” Her mother responded, emerging from the kitchen with a tray of food I assumed had been quickly put together for me.

Disappointment settled in my gut, but I managed a smile. “Then I’ll head out soon. I appreciate you both for the welcome.”

“Sit, eat before you go.”

“How thoughtful of you to make a meal for me, you shouldn’t have done that knowing I’d be off soon if Eira isn’t fit to take visitors.”

“Then you must eat the meal to avoid a waste of my effort,” she insisted.

The food smelt good and I had no qualms about staying a little longer.

The dinner was over as quickly as it had began and I rose to my feet thanking Aluma.

“I shall be on my way now, I’d stop briefly at the patrol base to know current updates and go for a run. I’d be back tomorrow for Eira, sick or not.”

Aluma nodded in response and rose to see me off, walking me to the car which had been parked on the other end of the house.

“I can’t wait for Eira to begin her life with you. Hopefully she makes you as happy as I have made my husband.” She said softly.

With those parting words, she embraced me briefly before letting me go.

I gave a half-smile, waved, and slipped into the car instructing the driver that our next destination is the base.

As we drove off, the car turned a corner around the house—the side her room overlooked. My breath caught. Her windows were wide open.

Hadn’t they said she was down with a cold?

Something twisted in my gut.

“Stop the car.”

The vehicle hadn’t fully halted before I threw the door open and sprinted toward the towering tree beside her room. My climb was desperate, clawing through bark, tearing the cuff of my shirt on a branch. I barely felt it.

I launched myself through the open window, landing hard, one knee to the ground, hands splayed to steady my fall.

And I smelled it.

My heart stopped.

Eira’s scent mixed with that of another unmistakably male scent. The door to her bathroom was shut, but I could hear the sound of water rushing, probably to mask out the sound of whatever they were doing.

Rage filled my veins as I walk to the door and rip it off its hinges.

And there she was,

Nude as the day she had been born,

Bent over the tub,

Panting, was my betrothed bent over the bathtub and another man with his c**k buried to the hilt behind her, half clothed.

For one long second, the world shattered around me.

My heart froze, my legs forgot how to move. My mind screamed for me to look away, but I couldn’t. I had trusted her—planned a life with her—and she had given that trust away for a few stolen thrusts in a bathtub.

It took him a few more thrusts to register my scent and it was only when he had paused that she realized the source of his distraction.

“Oh goddess, Reyes,” she gasped in shock, pulling away from him and rushing towards me, arms outstretched, but I backed away like she was vermin. My jaw clenched so tightly it hurt.

Behind me, feet thundered on the stairs. Her parents burst into the room. Her mother gasped, already swaying to faint. Her father stood rigid, eyes darting between our torn faces and her exposed body.

I stared straight at Basil. My voice was like ice cracking across a frozen lake.

“We need to talk.”