Desire

Forrest laughed out hysterically, his intense eyes turning back to Deveron as his nails, not entirely, elongated into the older woman’s neck. Blood slithered down on his skin, the witch’s hands dashing to pull his fingers off her as she struggled for breath.

 

             In his eyes was a glint of warning to anyone who tried to oppose him, daring them to come at him. However, Deveron also saw that a couple of defiant words were the best way to deal with the raging Wolf than fits.

 

            She choked out her speech, “No matter the loyalty façade you… you tried to put on, I… I always knew… you had been only awaiting the Alpha’s death so you could take his place. However, now, he has requested for another… to be named and you flare.”

 

            “Shut the damn up! I cannot stand by and watch a bastard take my place as the Alpha. What do you think of me, a coward?”

                       

            “Obviously not, I see you as an ignorant sucker!”

 

            “Stop exchanging words with him, mother,” Phyllis spat and charged forward. Forrest let go of Deveron to turn his attention to the girl, but that could have been the mistake he had made because before he was able to reach the latter, Deveron’s free hand waved across his face, sending a toxic powder that got into his nostrils and stuck to his veins.

 

             She was too fast that Forrest barely realized and before he did, he was already sinking to his feet, unable to move.

 

            Phyllis abruptly paused in her track, her brows puckering as she looked between Forrest and the older witch. “Mother…?” she queried calmly, quite surprised.

 

            Deveron turned away with a cough, slowly making her way to sit on a bench. One hand held onto her bleeding neck and the other covered her mouth as her coughing intensified. “Do not worry, he should remain this way for some time,” She said between, still trying to find her poise.

 

            Phyllis made her way to the counter and poured out a glass of water, then strode back to Deveron to serve her. The latter grabbed the glass and guzzled down its content, later voicing out a ‘thank you’ that Phyllis barely heard.

 

            Deveron caught her breath after. She turned to look at Forrest who was still on his knees – stiff. She eyed him.

 

            “What did you do to him, Mother?” Phyllis asked after realizing the dark hairs on Forrest’s body were raking through his whole skin, even his face, and his countenance creased to that of pain. He shot his head heavenward and let out an ear-piercing howl that made Phyllis take a few steps away from him. He darted a glare to the latter, the dark shade around his eyes intensifying.

 

            “Trust me; the pain is not that bad.” Phyllis’ eyes sped to Deveron at her unruffled words. The pain that caused a Beta to shriek was not bad, how was that? It was not even as if he exaggerated the whole thing.

 

             “He should endure it for… maybe after he must have learnt to be a faithful Beta to the new Alpha,” Deveron justified her action, quite ignoring her daughter, who still found the whole thing unnecessary. “Lead him into my dungeon, Phyllis, and when asked, your reply should be that he went on a death-bed mission sent by the deceased Alpha.”

 

            Forrest’s loud grunt almost swallowed her last words. His glare remained on Phyllis; obviously, he could not turn to Deveron even when his speech, which came through gritted teeth, was for the witch. “Karma is a bitch, Deveron.”

 

            “Says someone who cannot see the future,” Deveron retorted as Phyllis pulled the immobile Forrest to his feet and tugged him to the inner part of the Lab. She placed her hand on the ordinary wall and amazingly, a door appeared. Then she yanked the Beta through the door, locking him up in what could seem like an unseen dungeon.

 

            Deveron heaved a relaxing sigh as her hand began the work of healing her still bleeding neck. She watched the two disappear from her sight, her head tilting with satisfaction as a smirk crossed her lips.

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                        ELSPETH’S POV

            The night came rather too soon and I was technically alone. The dark sky lit up with several forms of sparkling stars, yet the moon did better. I found myself narrowing my eyes at the flowers, of which its silhouette lay on the lush ground, before reaching to light the fat-oiled piece of wood beside me.

 

            I used it to peek at my Master. The latter was slumped against the tree, fast asleep and drunk to the edge. I drew the light from his face when he stretched, his eyes fluttering open, not fully open.

 

             He slowly sat up as his fingers shredded into his hair, tousling the silver mare to the point that some strands fell over his face.

 

             To my surprise, he got up on his feet without a trace of drunkenness and left me with the thought that he was sober, not until he staggered and reeled towards the field. I sprang to my feet and tried to stop him, but he persisted.

 

            My palm unintentionally slithered on the now tan skin of my Master as I tried to stop him from tottering forward. However, his eyes remained on the moon, his hands stalking to the air and his fingers trying to grasp the faraway white orb.

 

             He was too eager to reach the field, as he was to catch the moon. I did not know what enthralled him there, nor did I want to find out. I snaked my hands around his waist, still trying all I could to hold my Master back.

 

            He groaned, looking over his shoulder at me. I paused and watched him turn around to face me before he staggered backward. I was then propelled to tighten my hands around his torso, causing a bodily friction that sparked an unexplainable feeling that surged through my body and caused my limbs to shiver.

 

             My master smiled lopsidedly when I looked up at him, my head just reaching halfway up his massive chest. His hands slowly reached down for my face, his palms lay hot against my flushed cheeks and tempted me to bow my head shyly. I savored the feeling as he breathed in slowly, then he stooped, allowing his forehead to bump softly against mine. His warm thumbs caressed my cheeks passionately.

 

            “I smell your arousal,” He breathed out, the dominance of his nature visible in his suddenly gruff voice. I inhaled the tangy smell of wine, obviously coming from his drunken breath. His right hand left my cheek and wrapped around my waist, pulling me even closer to him.

 

             I felt a strong burning sensation envelop me, and the pit of my stomach was not left out of the butterflies that danced in it. The feeling of being this close to my Mate was heavenly. I could even hear the calm beating of his pulse against his chest, and somehow, I heard some fragments of his thoughts.

 

            Although they were messed up, I could still figure out the thought to mate; to become one flesh and blood with me, the passion to make me his.

 

            My master grinded our foreheads together before he sensationally leaned forward, his lips grazing mine. I felt his hot breath underneath my nose as he inclined his face for a better position.

 

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