Chapter Forty-Four

**Myra**

Well, that was completely unexpected.

When She offered to accompany Sloan to the rogue trials today, they never expected to uncover that their enemy wasn’t actually defeated; that Brian wasn’t the mastermind behind the rogue pandemic. But some unknown leader hiding in the shadows still posed a threat to them.

After the boy’s confession, Skye had immediately taken control of Myra’s body.

If it was the Alpha Witch from their past, she had become even more powerful to be able to kill and dispose of the boy’s body before they could question him any further. What had her worried was the need for blood. She doesn’t remember that particular detail from the last time.

But Alpha seemed to know.

Before she could grill him about it, Elder Reagan had suggested that they rush through the coronation process and name them Creature Royalty – The Lycan King and his Luna Queen. They honestly hadn’t had the opportunity to further discuss the implications of accepting such a role. Since the aftermath of the siege took up most of Sloan’s time with endless reports and the judgement of the guilty parties who had surrendered.

“Reagan, is that wise? What if this angers our enemy further and more lives are taken?” Susan Blackstone asked, and Skye nodded for Myra.

One would think that she was used to the speed at which everything in their relationship has been thus far.

An absolute rush.

A rushed first heat to which she found her mate. Unfortunately, she was almost killed by the rogues the first time.

A rushed Claiming ceremony, though completing the mating bond had been phenomenal.

A rushed second heat that produced a rush knotting, leading to a rushed proposal.

Furthermore, they were rushing through their wedding plans because she refused to be a ready-to-pop pregnant bride.

Now a rushed change in ranking and coronation celebrations.

“**Elder Reagan, while I understand the necessity to have the role filled, Myra and Sloan – and by extension, Skye and myself – haven’t fully discussed what that would look like,**” Alpha confessed.

Skye felt a wave of relief that washed over Myra. At least Alpha understood what a headcase Myra was and the need to find a middle ground before they accepted the role was given.

“The role of Alpha King has been vacant for quite some time. It’s rare to have a Lycanthrope standing before us. So, we should seize this opportunity and unify the various packs, clans and covens throughout the country.” Elder Reagan pushed on, and Alpha sighed loudly.

“**Alena?**” Alpha acknowledged the young Wiccan. As one, they all turned to the approaching guard as she returned to the room.

“*When did she leave the room?*” Skye linked with Alpha, suspicious of the female Wiccan’s movement. Other guards also entered the room, followed by Declan.

“**I linked with the guards to secure the other prisoners then I told Declan to accompany them.**” He answered her with a wink.

“No harm has befallen the other prisoners, sir.” Alena bowed her head to him.

Another council member made a weird noise in his throat before commenting, “That is strange… what made Mr Oliver different from the others?”

“Maybe his close connection with this Shadow individual?” Declan offered.

They all fell silent, each lost in their thoughts while a crew cleaned up the ashy remains of Otis Oliver off the Chamber marble floor. His death, though horrific, was untimely as they needed more information from him. Then it occurred to Skye they were grilling him about Shadow’s plans when he was suddenly killed. She tapped Alpha’s arm, and he looked down at her with his dark eyes.

“*They’re still alive because you were questioning him about Shadow.*” She pondered, gazing into his eyes. She arching an eyebrow at the name, letting him know that she was annoyed that he kept information from her. “*Maybe it’s a contingency plan to stop them from divulging vital information about her scheme.*”

This was the first time Skye had spoken aloud. The room seemed to still at the sound of her voice. She glanced about the room, and all the men, young and old, stopped and gazed at her in wonder, like if she had placed them in some type of trance. She slapped her hand over her mouth and blushed while Alpha wrapped his arm around her shoulders and growled a warning, breaking whatever spell her voice had placed upon them.

“*For everyone’s safety, I will link with you until I give back control to Myra.*” Skye giggled in a link to him. She saw his eyes change from pitch black to swirling stormy grey.

“**That’s for the best,**” Alpha warned again. She felt a small smile creep up on her face as his hand moved down her arm. It slid behind her upper arm to discreetly pinch the side of her breast. She yelped in surprise then blushed deeply in embarrassment. “**Elder Reagan, may my Luna and I have a moment to discuss the coronation process in private.**”

Skye’s head snapped up to Alpha’s, and they were pure white eyes indicating his arousal. She bit her lower lip to stop the knowing smirk from spreading across her face.

“*Discuss? Yeah right.*” She thought to herself.

The elderly gentleman nodded his head and motioned to the doors. “You can use one of the small meeting halls across the way.” He winked, already knowing how they planned to discuss their coronation.

Without another word, Alpha quickly ushered Skye out of the room. Instead of using the room located directly across from the main chamber, he led them down a series of hallways. Skye stumbled, trying to keep up with his hurried movements. Without stopping, he hoisted her over his shoulder and continued towards his destination.

“*You know… Myra still has one more check-up before she’s given the all-clear for any strenuous activity.*” She teased but quickly regretted it when his palm smacked on her butt, causing her to gasp out, echoing through the halls. He found the room he was looking for and entered it. From her upside-down position, she could barely make out anything. It seemed to be an office suite, but she wasn’t sure. Alpha swiftly locked the door and crossed the room before allowing Skye to slide slowly down to her feet.

She looked up into her aroused eyes and knew his self-control was only hair-thin. Teasing him wouldn’t be good for Myra’s nether regions, and Sloan wouldn’t be too happy with either of them.

“*I promise to be,*” She started, but her words were cut short when Alpha slammed his lips down on hers. The urgency and passion in his kiss chased away all reason and further ignited her desire for him. Her hands immediately wrapped around his shoulders as he grabbed onto the globes of her butt, grinding her into her hard erection. He stumbled them backwards, causing her to giggle, then she moaned deeply when her butt pressed into something solid.

“*We really shouldn’t,*” She moaned and giggled through their mind link. He kissed down her chin and her neck. The bristles of his five o’clock shadow tickled her oversensitive skin.

“**Do you seriously want me to stop?**” He teased, inching up the skirts of her dress and tore her underwear from her hips. Then effortlessly lifted her onto the solid structure which was pressing into her butt. She glanced to the side and saw it was a desktop.

“*No…*” She gasped as his lips and tongue trailed across her collar bone and continued down to the upper swells of her breast. Alpha groaned in frustration when his face brushed against the top of her dress, so he grabbed two handfuls of her dress and ripped the fabric; this caused her to smile. He leaned over and kissed and suckled her breasts that popped over the tops of her bra.

Their Wolfman was hungry for her female. He continued his descend, down her body, falling to his knees. He hoisted both her legs onto his shoulders, and his hot breath fanned across her wet sex.

“*Don’t stop.*” She moaned when his mouth closed over her pussy.

“Fuck recovery.” Myra teased from the back of her mind. “Have fun, babe.” She further encouraged, before putting up a block to provide them with some privacy.

***

Knock * Knock

Someone knocking on the door caused Myra to snuggle deeper into Sloan’s bare chest. His arm tightened around her, and their entangled legs rubbed against each other; the room smelt of sex, sweat and a hint of blood.

Sloan groaned under her, and she giggled at the frustrated, pained sound.

“If I could kill Alpha… I would.” His voice was laced with exhaustion and gravelly from their short post-coitus nap. He moved gently to slowly grip her chin and raise her head to gaze into her eyes. “Are you okay?” He asked, full of concern.

She smiled at this and wiggled suggestively on him, “More than okay.” She sighed contentedly when his member started hardening under her. Sloan groaned, and his head fell back onto the ground in annoyance. Myra took the opportunity to straddle his sweaty lower stomach and playful kiss his neck, tasting the mix of Sloan and the salt from his sweat. “You know, this scar on your face is starting to grow on me… it adds to your dark, dominant wolf persona.”

Sloan smirked, and his hand ran down her moist back and cupped her butt, grinding her creamy sex onto himself. “Ohh…” He teased, and she leaned down, her curls blanketing his face as she kissed him. She could feel his member hardening to life as she rubbed herself along its length.

Just as things started heating up, someone knocked again but harder this time. Sloan groaned into her mouth and untangled their limbs. He reached for his dress pants and pulled them on as he stood up. After tucking himself unsuccessful into his pants, he tossed his shirt into her face. She giggled and shrugged into the shirt since Alpha destroyed her dress in his mad rush to get to her naked skin.

As he walked over to the door, Myra bit her index finger gazing at the healing claw marks crisscrossing his back, and the beads of blood dotted some spots.

“Behave!” He called out to her over his shoulder.

He took a breath before opening the door, but he used his body as a shield to stop whoever was behind the door from seeing inside. She took the moment to glance about the room, flushing in embarrassment. They had destroyed yet another room. There were wood splinters, feathers from the throw pillows, claw marks on the walls and wooden floor. Her shredded dress and underwear were near the desk where her bra hung over the side.

“Jesus! The poor girl is still recovering.” Declan voiced from the door opened.

“I’m 100% recovered. Thanks for your concerns.” She called out to him then giggled when Sloan scratched the back of his head nervously.

“If you’re quite done… Elder Reagan would like an answer about the coronation.”

Before Sloan could answer him, she called out. “Hurry up and claim Megan, then you will deeply understand the mate bond.”

Sloan glanced back at her, and she smiled innocently, biting her lips to stop laughing.

“Ignore her… she’s on an Alpha high at the moment.” Sloan grumbled, “As to the coronation issue…”

“We’ll do it.” Myra quickly responded. “But I will need a new dress. Alpha kind of destroyed my other one.” She smiled brightened when she saw Sloan’s should drop when she cut him off again.

Sloan sighed heavily, “You heard the Luna…”

“Very well. I will see about getting Myra something to wear.”

“Myself as well, please.” Sloan requested, closing and locking the door. Several seconds later, he slowly turned to her. “You know, I should pepper your little butt for that.”

“But I do need something to wear.” She replied childishly, picking at a loose thread on the shirt where the buttons should be.

“I wasn’t talking about that… however, I’m just glad your sense of humour is still intact… as well as your malfunctioning brain to mouth filter.”

“You love me either way.”

He lowered himself to his knees, grasping her chin and pulled her up for a kiss. “I love that you are safe and sound… both of you.” He glanced down at her bump then back up to her eyes. “Are you sure about officially taking over as the Luna Queen?”

“With you by my side, it will be an adventure.” She said softly, reaching up and cupping his cheek.

“How the hell did I get so lucky?”