The Alpha and the Kitten

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Denys

He had heard her, he was sure of it. He paced the hotel room, his mind on that musical lilt that he had heard. Her name truly fitted her, she was musical, and beautiful and to him she was perfect. Melody was sat on the bed, she was watching the floor.

He knelt in front of her, taking both her hands in his. They were tiny in comparison, but everything about her was.

“Mel… I swear it. I heard you.” She gave him a strange look. “Listen, we have this thing in our packs, we can sort of message each other, with our minds. I guess, since you and I marked each other, that we share the same bond. That I can hear you in my mind, and you can hear me in yours.”

Melody looked confused, almost scared of it.

“What is wrong Mel? Don’t you want me to be able to talk to you, in at least one way?”

Melody

That was a loaded question. Melody broke off eye contact. She wished that she could speak with him, she had wished it many many times. But what if he ever read what was on her mind… what if he found out all those things that she had done before she met him…

“Melody…”

She looked up at him, into his eyes. All she could see was concern there, concern for her. She frowned and reached out to stroke his cheek. She wanted it, didn’t she? She wanted to be able to answer him when he asked her a question. She wanted to be able to communicate with him. She wished for it.

“I swear Melody, My Melody, that I will never see or hear anything that you do not wish for me to. You control this, nobody else.”

Her eyes widened. She had control.

Denys

He kissed her hands and pushed himself up. She needed time. He grabbed his jacket and wandered off, heading towards the bar where he knew his grandfather would be. For years he had a cose relationship with the old man, in fact he had learned more from him then he had his own father. His grandmother too. Denys had never known his mother, she had died giving birth to him and when he was a young child his father had sent him to them as he couldn’t bear to see the child that killed his mate. Denys finally understood why his father would feel like that. Before Melody he had been harsh at any whisper of anyone doing that, but now he couldn’t imagine his life without her in it.

His grandfather called for another glass and filled it for him.

“I saw that you gave her your Grandmothers ring.” He said, watching Denys carefully. “You are serious about her.”

“More serious than Ive ever been before.” Denys answered, taking the seat and the offered glass. “Its like… All I see is her and she is all that matters.”

“Must be difficult with her not speaking.”

“She expresses how she feels. Ive grown quite good at reading her quirks.” He answered, taking a mouthful. “We did the ritual.”

Denys moved his shirt collar to show that mark he now bore. His grandfather raised an eyebrow.

“Who would have thought that my grandson, the future Lord of the Wolves would mate with a cat. It is a cruel twist of fate… Your grandmother would have been so proud of you.”

Denys chuckled. “I hope she would have been. I think of her often.”

Damon

He had lost respect. He paced his hall, watching as his servants gossiped. They didn’t even care that he was there. It was all her fault. Melody. He should have killed her years ago, but that tiny kernel of love that he once had for her stopped him. When she had escaped his respect in the clan was lost. He couldn’t even keep her, as broken as she was here. Even his mother had stopped listening to him. He had lost the one thing that she cared for. He held nothing but her life over her now, and she didn’t care about that.

He needed that little b***h back. His spy told him that she was actually cared for by the wolves. And that would never do. She was his to terrify, his to control. How dare she even think that she was allowed to enjoy herself. That she was allowed this freedom. He had to get her back. Once he had her in his clutches again then things would return to normal. His men would be pleased. They missed passing her around, they acted so superior to their wives. They wouldn’t show their dark sides, but they helped him break her. And they would do again. They could take all their darkest wishes out on her.

She would wish that she had never been born.