Filed to story: Werewolfs Heartsong by Dizzy Izzy
She uses one of her magnificent claws to draw a line across my wrist, not cutting to the artery, just enough to draw a thin line of blood. With the same claw she opens a line on her own wrist. She brought both together “Then by your blood and mine I accept your oath of loyalty, you are now my Gamma, I claim you as Clan.” Her voice echoed.
The magic of the blood oath shot through me in a scattering of electricity, not exactly painful, but not comfortable either. I felt it snap in pace, my connection complete. She was my Alpha, and I her Gamma. She turns to Jaxon, and in the same manner picks up his hand. 2
She asked him the same question. “Do you swear by your blood?”
Jaxon’s answer was a firm “Yes” in his deep rumble.
Goddess I found it sexy, even within this serious moment. Then she accepts Jaxon’s oath the same way, with a cut to both of their wrists, she puts them together. I wasn’t comfortable seeing Jaxon bleed, it was an instinctive aversion to my mate being harmed.
“Then by your blood and mine I accept your oath of loyalty, you are now my Beta, I claim you as Clan.” Her voice echoed each word with a power felt deep within our chests.
Her voice a song, a spell you couldn’t ignore. I felt it when Jaxon connected to us, as Clan. He was not only my mate, he was my
Beta. I shivered a little, remembering how Beta to my Gamma he had been in the shower. Clearing my throat, struggling to get my mind away from that extremely arousing memory.
I look up as she turns around, the Twins are standing behind her. They look at her, just staring, a look of almost worship in their eyes. Then in unison they kneel down as Jaxon and I had done.
I get to watch this from my prospective now. They say the same oath as we had, only it was to serve her as her Enforcers. She asks that same question, it was important, the start of the spell creating the blood bond.
They give their oath, I feel each one as they connect and she claims them as Clan. The bond snaps in place. It’s so much deeper than that of other Clans. With her blood, and her voice invoking a spirit bond, she connected us all.
Claiming us as her Clan. I felt to serve this being, would be of the greatest honor. I could feel her power through our Clan bond now. She was so powerful. I look at my mate, he turns to me, our gaze connecting
I feel through our mate bond the same awe and gratitude of being granted the honor to serve this being. Mine and Jaxon’s bond was deeper than normal. We were bound as werewolves, but I was a Hybrid, and Vampires created a blood bond with their mates.
When I had marked him, then fed, I had established both bonds. He would forever be able to connect to me, it would have to take immense Black Magic to interrupt our connection. Not for long though, the bond always, inevitably breaks through.
I love him so much already, it was filling my chest, I felt like I was overflowing with it, spilling it out into our bond, so I could fill him with it. His eyes fill with his own emotion, then I feel it. His love for me, it wraps me up tight, holding me close, providing a comfort I didn’t know I needed till now. Thank the Goddess for giving me this wolf as my mate.
She moves to where she can look at us all while she talks to us. “I am Selena” she says, her voice still a mystical, lyrical echo. “I am Alora’s Sprite, and until yesterday, have been bound by Black Magic, keeping me from Alora.” she reveals to us. Shocking
Jaxon, my Father and me. “Truth is, neither Xena nor I were supposed to ever be able to connect with Alora.”
My wolf and Sprite howl and rage in protest, my heart drops to my knees in the terror of what that must have been like. I know what it is to have them both with me. ‘What must Selena have gone through, being kept from her human and wolf self.’ What would I have felt had that had happened to us, a visceral protest roars through us as I think of that question. Never! I will never allow it!
“It was Bettina who had the chains spelled around us, binding our power, preventing us from reaching our ascension as a Lunar
Princess.” No! Why! I’m so shocked at this information. “She had it done when we were born with the wrong coloring.” she tells us, such a horribly unacceptable reason, “Our Father is not Allister Frost Northmountain”
Well that was actually obvious, as Allister was a pure bred Werewolf. The sick pervert still deserved to be put down though. “We were the result of a one night affair, with a random Vampire Bettina met at a bar.” she pauses a moment, looking at Jaxon, and me, then my Father, “I do know who our real Father is, and you will all be meeting him soon.” my brow furrows in question at this, who could her Father be?
Her answer completely shocked me, to my core. I felt Jaxon’s shock shoot through him just as mine had done me. “Our Father is
Sabastian Night Dayblood,” that was the name of… “The King of all Vampires.” she finished. I could not have been more
stunned, than if I had been hit with a with Taser. My new Clan Alpha was not just a Lunar Princess. Oh, no, she was the daughter to the King of all Vampires.
Making her both a Lunar and a Vampire Princess. How powerful was this being?
/////**Author’s Note: I have to admit, I was teary eyed writting that last chapter, I had to stop a few times when the words would blure. I always wonderd before as a reader, reading those parts of the books that made me cry, did the Author cry a little writing them? Well this advid reader, of a vast and eclectic range of romance, (for decades now, geez that makes me feel old, and I’m only 30) and new Author, I will say that yes, yes I did cry a little.
Darian’s POV
I don’t know what made me do it. But when she got off the counter, I pulled out my phone, and started to record her transformation. Then everything else that followed, I was glad I did. I got the footage of her establishing her bond to her new
Beta, her Gamma, and her two Enforcers. It was a magical moment that bound them tighter, than what bound my own Clan, or any other Clan.
I knew who I was going to send this recording to. I knew the security camera in the kitchen caught all of it, but only from above.
Damien needed to see this angle too. The video and audio recording security camera was why Father usually had all these meeting in his office. Alora hadn’t wanted to go to the office though, I knew it was because she was comfortable where she had been perched on the counter.
It had allowed her the courage needed to tell us the horrific details of her life. This had worked out in our favor though, in a way.
That was because I was going to send Damien both video’s tonight. I was wondering how we would explain everything to him, now we didn’t. This would explain it to him for us. He would have to wait till he got home though, to ask the questions I knew he would have. (5)
I kept the recording going all the way through her explanation of who her father was. I nearly dropped the phone though as she explained why the Frosts and the Northmountains did what they had done, and how. Black Magic, they had blood bonded to