Chapter 87 - Doubt

**Ambrogios pov**

I end the call and stand still for a minute. How life has changed in just a short while. I still hear Zandras voice in my head and I feel it in my body as well, that a melody in a voice can affect every cell in my body without even trying is amazing. I swallow hard and try to calm my self. In the mirror on the wall in front of me I see the bed behind me. Zara is till a sleep, her beautiful body spread out over the bed. After the night we had she probably will be out for a couple of hours more.
“Who is the lady master?” One of my children asked me at dinner last night. The rest of them waited patiently on my answer.
“Her name is Zara. I met her not too long ago and we have taken a liking to each other.” I say, hoping that will be enough.
“But she is not like us, and she is not human, she smells different.” Another one said. I know I have nothing to fear from those in front of me. They would never question my actions, yet the thought of their disapproval is terrifying.
“Zara is not human..she is a hybrid. Half wolf, half witch.” A flurry of whispers goes through the hall before they finally fall silent and I am once again the center of their attention.
“The world is changing and evolving and we must evolve with it. We can no longer fight in open fields, slaughter villages in thirst for fresh blood or terrorize those who want to sleep safe at night. If the truth be told, we have not been able to this for a long time. We live our lives, we drink from volunteers and we are no longer at war with the wolves. We have evolved so much, and that evolution saves lives. You all know how much I love you, nothing makes me happier than to have you by my side, alive.” More and more smiles and nods spread around the tables as my words sunk in.
“To our father, our master, the man who keeps us safe!” Fredrick stood up and raised a toast in my honor.
“Thank you, thank you all” I say when the glasses are back on the tables.
“As the times change, so does our allies and our enemies..Most of you know the story of Aayla and her wolf spirit Luna..the spirit who lives on in her descendants..you also know what their blood can do to us.” I look around the hall, people are nodding, some look scared, other look pissed at the thought of Luna.
“The young woman who lives with Luna today, her name is Hope, got captured. She is held prisoner by hunters..by the Sons of the Sun.” Another murmur of voices went through the room. Many of them remember the last time hunters captured one of Aayla’s descendants. When they drained her of blood to use against us. Those who were not there at the time are quickly updated by their tablemates.
“I will never force anyone to enter this battle. I have made it clear that we are no longer at war with the wolfs, but I will not expect you to side with them. However, I will do it. I have offered my help to save Hope. Partly because I had the honor of meeting her, she is a very impressive young woman, but also to burn the Sons of the Sun to the ground, so they can never be a threat to us again, and I will do it in memory of Duncan and Simon. I raise my glass in memory of our lost brothers and everyone in the room does the same.
Dinner returned to its pleasant mood and we all enjoyed the rest of the evening. There was a lot of storytelling, a couple of performances followed by laughter and applause.
When I got up to my quarters and went into my bedroom I was greeted by a captivating sight.
“It took you long enough.” She is half lying on her side in my bed in her tight red dress with a glass of red wine in her hand, her hair in long locks over her shoulder, looking like a sex goddess.
“Babe..what are you doing up? Come back to bed..” Zaras voice brings me back to the present.
“Sleep a little longer, I have a lot to do, there have been changes in plans. We have to speed everything up.” I walk over and bend down to kiss her.
“ I dont like you getting involved in this..it’s not your fight..let the wolves save her!” At first I’m surprised..it’s not like her to be so selfish. Isn’t Luna her Luna too? I don’t really know how it works for hybrids but shouldn’t she feel some kind of kinship?
“It is my fight, the blood they take from her can kill my children..” I frown
“Your followers you mean?”
“What?”
“Yeah, they are actually not your children, not really, they are your followers.” I look to see if there is any expressions on her face that I can read to figure out what she is talking about but her face is blank.
“No, they are not my children from a human perspective but I would never think of them as anything ells” I feel my irritation rise when I need to defend my family.
“Well, I don’t want them to call me Mother or mom..”
“Why would they do that?”
“They call you Father don’t they? and I am your mate, woman, your queen, so that would make me the Mother right?” I pull away from her to put some distance between us. I don’t know where all this is coming from but I don’t like it.
“They would never call you that, you didn’t sire them!” I hear the tone in my voice, it comes out hard and cold. She hears it to.
“I’m sorry..I’m just nervous..this is all still so new.” She leaves the bed and comes up to me. She press her naked body against me and puts her arms around my neck, taking my lips with hers. Immediately the taste of honey calms me down and all irritation drains away. My hands find her round firm buttocks and I press her harder against me so she can feel how I react to her. Her arms leave my neck and her nimble fingers have soon pulled down my fly and set my cock free. She start stroking me and her kisses gets more intense. I lift her up and she locks her legs around my waist and then slowly sinks down. I feel every inch of her warmth as she takes me in. I lift and lower her and each time she takes me deeper. I take us to my desk and lay her down on the table top. she moves her legs from my waist to my shoulders and I feel myself going deeper into her immediately. her breasts sway in time with my thrusts and I pick up the pace. When I close my eyes, it’s not Zara I see..it’s Zandra..not the Zandra from the cave that I’ve seen so many times, no, it’s the Zandra of today..Zandra from the mirror. I feel myself getting even harder if possible. Zara’s moans turn into Zandra’s voice in my head and I thrust harder and faster with a need to bury myself inside her.
“Bite me!..” Zaras voice brings me back.
“What?”
“I want you to bite me, drink my blood.” She moans
“No..” I slow my pace and feel my self getting soft. Normally I wouldn’t hesitate but she has never asked me to do this before..her strange behavior yesterday and this morning is getting to me. Her legs leave my shoulders and she lifts herself up and kisses me.
“I’m sorry, it was just a whim in the heat of the moment..please don’t stop.” she murmurs into my mouth. Her warm breath mixed with the taste of honey gets me back on track and I feel myself harden again. I take her breasts in my hands and push her down on the table, holding them as I fuck her. I feel her cramp around me as she comes and I expect to follow, but I don’t..I try for a while longer but it just wont happen and soon I feel my self give up. What the fuck is wrong with me? I pull out and tuck my self back in my pants. I help Zara of the table and hand her a robe.
“Is something wrong?” she asks
“No..I just have a lot on my mind..I need to go. You can stay here, I send someone to take you home”
“But what if I don’t want to go home? Maybe I want to stay..”
“Then you can.” I kiss her forehead and leave the room, silently wishing she wouldn’t be there when I got back.