DARKEST ( Supernatural Beginnings Series) Book Three

Pacts and Arrangements Part Three

“Seriously, why does dad have to be so showy?” Harold said with a happy yet slightly embarrassed look on his face when he glanced behind us. Connie pinched his shoulder, still following his lead in the dance.

“Honey, love makes you showy sometimes, and don’t you think those two should have gotten hitched a long time ago? She has been filling the Queen’s duties ever since her mom and her husband passed away. It’s no surprise they are fated for one another in their second chance. The whole pack can feel it. It isn’t easy being the King. You should know this more than anyone. Let’s bless his happiness tonight and that he finally made a move.” Connie said. Harold nodded in agreement.

It was clear how much he cared for his dad and Tamzin. It was rare that Wolfram showed his laid back side. This was because he was home in his territory and surrounded by his pack and family that he loved wholeheartedly. Regardless of whether the green machine’s in the mix , they will be handled soon enough along with the petty tricks they had set up tonight.

“Lexi, I feel a bit….” Mari whispered as the tempo changed to the music once more and an unknown pulse of energy began to flow through us and every other mate couple called forth my it’s trance in the dance.

“It’s the pull of the moon, don’t be afraid , I’ve got you.” I said. Pulling her closer. The music begins to slowly die down in time with the two moons' alignment. We could feel the pull of our wolves toward each other as we had in the first blood moon in the first world. This time it was much much stronger and foreign, something this time was different. This power didn’t feel like her curse but something much more ancient and formidable and powerful.

This celestial dance held immense significance for King Wolfram and his pack, as everyone gathered closer to the bonfire once the music came to a stop. As night descended, we looked into a dazzling sight before us.

The red blood moon, resembling a giant crimson gem in the sky, hung low on the horizon. Its surface seemed to pulse with an ethereal vitality, casting a fiery and intense energy across the land. It was a symbol of passion, power, and the primal instincts that coursed through the veins of the Red Claw werewolf pack.

Several howls could be heard in response to the blood moon as it moved. These wolves were closer in attention to the blood moon and therefore affected by the pull of it. Their howls were wild, loud, primal and free of the exact aura the red blood moon represented.

Opposite the red moon, the blue moon emerged, its appearance like that of a tranquil sapphire. Its serene glow bathed the world in a cool, otherworldly light, evoking a sense of wisdom and mysticism. The blue moon appeared as a beacon of calm in the midst of the red moon's passionate fervor, representing the balance and harmony that the pack sought.

More howls rang out in the night. These howls were calm, loud and peaceful, the exact aura the blue moon enacted in these wolves that connected the pull of its power. Mariana had been silent throughout, but it did not mean she was unaffected. I felt the astounding amount of energy flowing through her and some seeping into me.

“It’s time.” Aasim said in my mind, and I let him take control, knowing my wolf’s eyes and ALohi’s had appeared. Collective gasps rang out among the pack and esteemed guests. This wasn’t important to me, only that Mari could get through smoothly through what would follow next.

The two moons, separated by an expanse of indigo sky, began their cosmic alignment. Slowly, almost imperceptibly, they moved closer to each other, their celestial orbits converging with a sense of predestined purpose. As they drew nearer, the air around them seemed to crackle with an electrifying energy.

We found ourselves in the astral realm again, as we watched our wolves take charge of our bodies in order to complete the ritual that was commencing before them. As the red moon and the blue moon finally aligned, their combined light painted the world in a surreal hue—a vibrant shade of purple that bathed everything in its otherworldly glow. It was a moment of unparalleled power and magic, one that held the potential to bond destined mates in a way that transcended time and space.

“Are we supposed to just watch them now?” Mariana asked, her hand still in mine.

“No, look to your left.” I said, watching her expression as she gasped in wonder and soon excitement. Just like in our realm, this one also had two moons that were also aligned in tune with the third realm. The ritual was to be completed in their realm through us and in ours through our wolves.

In the presence of the purple moon, the destinies of the werewolves intertwined, and the bond between mates was strengthened to an unimaginable degree. It was as if the very cosmos itself had blessed our union, infusing us with a shared sense of purpose, strength, and unity. We felt the surge of energy coursing through their veins, an affirmation of our fates and a reminder of the enduring power of love and connection.

Mari’s breathing became ragged and hitched her scent wafting around me in an intoxicating aroma of addiction. “Lexi……” she breathed out. I reacted fast. Lifting her up into my arms I headed to our cabin in this realm, both of us thrown off for a moment once we entered the place.

The entire room had changed once again. Softly lit sconces bathed the room in a warm, amber glow, creating an ambiance of intimacy and tenderness. The centerpiece of the room was a large, canopied bed with flowing curtains in deep shades of crimson and sapphire.

The bed's frame was carved with intertwined wolf motifs, symbolizing the unity of the mated pair. At its center lay the Magic Mating Bed, a remarkable creation that pulsed with a soft, otherworldly glow. Its plush, velvet surface seemed to conform perfectly to the contours of those who rested upon it, ensuring restful nights filled with dreams of love and unity.

Our wolves were looking out for us at every angle as this room itself was a ward of protection during the alignment, as Aasim and I both sensed a witch could be involved in the distortion of the third world dystopian state.

Soft, enchanting music permeated the chamber, as if the very air itself carried a melodic tune. It was the Magic Blessing Mate Tune, a song whispered by ancient shamans during a private ceremony for each mated pair. The music's lilting, ethereal notes created an atmosphere of enchantment, evoking the sense that the universe itself celebrated this union.

Soon I felt the changes appear in my body too. I knew I couldn’t hold out any longer as Mari’s scent wafted around me again. I placed her gently on the bed, but it appeared that she wasn’t having any of the gentleness I was trying to give her tonight.

Sitting upon her knees in the bed, she looked as betwitching as a temptress as she ripped the dress apart with her bare hands. Her beautiful wolf’s eyes enticed me and pulled me forward toward her on the bed as our lips connected in a fiery kiss.

“Mari!” I growled, trying my best to contain myself. The two moons were pulling us, their combined energy pooling around us urging us through the love and passion that was already highly ignited with us.

The sound of buttons popping then flying across the room as my shirt was torn to shreds as Mari grabbed hold of me, unable to control the burning fire and energy coursing through her. My lips met hers again and the contact seemed to calm her fierce desire somewhat. The musical chanting seemed to rage at a quicker tempo. Spiking a strong sensation down my spine. A spark of power shot out from in between us. The room was warded against so it didn’t cause any conflict.

“f**k! I’m about to explode Lexi! Don’t be gentle right now, I need pure utter ferocity!” She growled at me, soon taking control as it seemed I wasn’t moving fast enough.

With my own seductively sinister grin, I took the lead right back, pinning her beautiful naked body underneath mine. Her eyes looked slightly surprised as I didn't give way to her taking control this time. She will be at my mercy tonight as I served her completely.

“As you wish, my Queen,” I said, once more leading the way with a deep and soulful kiss. Our moans and cries filled the night, completing the ritual of the two moons. Welcoming the new dawn that would soon befall the Red Claw kingdom.