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He takes me by my hips, pulling me against him. “Does he know that?” He asks me as if Ailduin isn’t standing right there.
“As the Guardian’s lead chronicler for over a century, I’m quite sure he understands how the Guardian spirit works. Right, Ailduin?”
“Angel is correct. My feelings for this Guardian line are driven by my history with
Jinelle and her wolf but I am well aware that the mate bond from that time died. with my mate. My feelings for your mate, Liam, are familial, not as a lover.”
Liam doesn’t take his eyes off me. “You and me, Liam.”
He finally relaxes and leans his forehead against mine. “You and me Angel.”
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If Angel touches the Fae King one more time, I may have to kill him. If he thinks he can take my mate from me, he’ll be in for the fight of his life. I have no intention of losing my mate to him or anyone.
After Angel calms me down, I feel better, but I still don’t want her alone with this guy. I may trust her, but I don’t trust him.
“Now that that’s settled,” Rik says, “how about we convene in one of our conference rooms.
We all move into the room and I pull Angel into my lap. She gives me an exasperated look, but when I don’t budge, she settles back against me with a heavy sigh.
“Everyone, this is my son, Aolis.” A young man maybe 9-10 years old nods his head. “He is here to begin learning how we chronicle the Guardian history, so that he may take it over when he’s older.”
I notice the kid made sure he sat next to Cara. Weird. These Fae men have a thing for our Guardians. I’m not taking any chances with my mate this weekend.
Ailduin turns his attention to Angel. “Alessia and Angel, I’d be interested to know where you have been for the last thirteen years. I got the impression from Cara that it is not a happy story.”
I wrap my arms around my mate as she begins to tell Ailduin her story, from the time that she got her wolf to the time when she ran into my pack lands.
Ailduin is deep in thought. “Have you heard of this before Ailduin?” Clint asks him.
He looks back at Angel, long enough to have another growl rumbling in my chest. Angel’s hand begins running up and down my arm, calming me.
“There was a Guardian, who died under suspect circumstances. It was after Jinelle, so I was not chronicling the history at the time, but because it was Bellona’s line, I was keeping track as best as I could. There was a Guardian death that was never clearly outlined. It was during a time of unrest with the vampires.”
He turns to Aolis. “Aolis, make a note to check the undocumented history of Gabriela. I believe I made note of the vampire unrest during that time.”
He turns back to Angel. “And they called you Custos Regni?”
“Yes. Cara said it means Guardian of the Realm.”
Ailduin is deep in thought again. “It does, which implies something bigger than just being a werewolf Guardian.”
After a moment he continues. “I noticed earlier that your Guardian aura is much stronger than it used to be. Did you by chance try to use it on this prince or any of the other vampires?”
Angel shakes her head, no. “I was only 16 when they took me and after that,
Alessia grew weaker and weaker until she was only with me when I was in dire need of healing.”
“Father, should I make a note to research the auras of the Guardians?” Aolis asks Ailduin. He looks at Angel again, deep in thought before turning to Clint.
“Can you push your aura out?” He asks him.
Clint does and I feel it, but it is nothing compared to Alessia’s.
“Interesting. And what about you Cara?”
Cara’s is much stronger than her father’s, not as strong as Alessia’s, but very powerful.
He looks at Angel thoughtfully again. My arms tighten around her. I’ve never considered myself to be a possessive, jealous man, but I’m really struggling with this Fae King. Of course, I’ve never had so much to lose before either. Everyone before Angel was replaceable. No one could replace her for me.
“I think your aura is strongest because your Guardian spirit has reincarnated more often than Clint’s.” He says.
“Why would that matter?” Anders speaks up, asking the question in my mind. “Each time the Guardian spirit has reincarnated, it has become more powerful. The spirit maintains memories and gifts, gaining others. The Bellona line has reincarnated four times more than the Aloysius line, therefore, something like an aura would be more powerful. Have you noticed any other changes?” He asks Angel.
“She can direct her aura.” I say.
Angel turns and looks at me, before turning back to Ailduin. “It’s true. Is that new? I have the ability to direct my aura around some while pushing it out onto others.”
Ailduin’s eyes go wide. “Show me.”
Angel shrugs. “I already did. When I pushed my aura on you earlier, I wrapped it around Liam so he wouldn’t feel it.”
I frown. “When did you push your aura on him?” I ask.
“When he was ready to fight you. I pushed it at him to get him to back down.” So that’s what I felt. It was a strange, warm sensation. I had thought it was coming from Ailduin, even though it didn’t feel threatening. It felt, safe. And apparently, it was.
I look up at Ailduin. “Is that why you backed down?”
He’s looking at Angel again. “I honestly don’t know. I know it forced me to refocus on her, but I don’t know if that’s because I felt the punch, and it was a punch, or if it was me being forced. We’ll have to test that this weekend.”
“What else?” He asks, looking at Angel again.
“I can taste deceit. Cara and Clint don’t have that ability.”
“You still have it.” He says quietly and his eyes go glassy.
I can feel Angel’s confusion through the bond. “Still have what?” She asks.
“Aolis, document this. I gave Jinelle the gift of being able to taste deceit. Her Alpha was lying to her and using their mate bond to manipulate her. I didn’t know that it would last for more than the one generation, but your wolf spirit has assimilated it into your being.” He chuckles softly. “You are so amazing.”
I feel myself getting tense again, before Angel’s hand starts it’s trek up and down my arm. The calming motion does not go unnoticed by Ailduin and he looks at me.