Filed to story: Werewolfs Heartsong by Dizzy Izzy
Being away kept me from acting on my attraction before the mate bond was formed between us.” I tell him.
“When we first started this conversation you said ‘it was bad enough’…what is it that is worse than what you have just told me?”
He asks.
“Her nightmares, whenever she’s trapped in one I’m with her now. They’re memories of what’s happened to her, and every time I have to just watch it play out, not able to do a damn thing to change what was happening to her.” The growl was back in my
voice, and my fury starts to mount again. “That bitch fucking tortured her! Over and over, I will never let that go, I yearn for the day I can have the bitch’s throat under my fangs so I can rip it out.”
“Ah well then, I would say your fury is justified.” He says. “I hope we catch her soon, she owes much for the pain my daughter has been put through.” He says, in a soft cold and deadly tone. Looking up at my father in law, I see the fury of a King crossed, his eyes were glowing red in the dark. It was then that I noticed the cracks in the stone of the balcony’s wall under his hand.
“I see I’m not the only one with control.” I say.
“For now, but I can’t promise to keep it if I ever see Alora’s last tormenter.” He says, a faint
Alora’s POV
My mates sudden killing fury woke me up, startling me out of a deep sleep. Sitting up quickly I look around and can’t see Damien anywhere in the room. Panicked I get up and run to the door, I throw it open and stop abruptly, coming face to face with my new mom. “Mom, I have to go find Damien, somethings wrong.” I say to her quickly. O
“Not like that your not, you’ll give your father a heart attack.” She tells me, while pointing at me.
I look down with a frown and let out a horrified squeak, turning around I grab Damien’s shirt from the floor and a pair of panties out of my open suitcase. As I slipped on the shirt after the panties, the tie in my hair snaps, my braids fall down my back, some coming over my shoulders.
I didn’t care, the hair dresser, after finding out what happened to the last ones, changed how she did them. Instead of braiding them along my skull into a high tail, she made the braids like hundreds of extra thick strands of hair, making them easy to style in multiple ways, and increasing their durability.
Damien’s shirt was long enough it went to my knees. My mother follows me and I rush into the living room, I stopped suddenly holding onto my mother’s arm to stop her with me, when I heard the familiar voice over a phone speaker. She was shrieking, and drunkenly from the sound of it. I could see Damien through the open doors of the balcony, his form tense and the phone to his ear.
Damien suddenly snarls and the building rumbles, then he’s growling words into the phone. Hearing his words to Sarah I felt a sense of vindication, and pride. His fury was strong, he truly hated Sarah. I saw another pair of eyes in the Darkness outside, they were glowing red. After spotting his eyes I was able to see the rest of the males form, and it made me realize that my father was outside with Damien.
I look at my mother, she has a worried frown on her face, staring straight ahead at the two males outside. They were talking now, and we could hear every word. My mother looks down at me, concern and caring in her gaze. The arm I was holding gets wrapped around my shoulders and she pulls me to her in a hug.
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“Oh baby girl, I’m so sorry you had to go through this, but I’m glad we have you now.” she whispered the words to me.
The warmth of her hug reached inside and wrapped around my heart, providing a comfort only given when someone who truly cares for you, holds you close to their own heart. I felt my mates gaze, and I look out onto the balcony, Zane is in the crimson glow of his eyes. He holds out his hand, lifting up my head I meet my mom’s golden gaze.
“Go, he needs you just as much as you need him.” she says softly, love in her every word.
Smiling I nod, she lets me go and I turn and go to my mate, he pulls me into his arms. Wrapping me up tightly one hand cradling the back of my head while his other arm is a band across my waist, he buries his face in my neck. I wrap my arms around his shoulders, burying one hand in his hair, holding him just as tightly to me. We stayed like that for a long moment giving each other the comfort of our touch, of our love.
After awhile, I feel his emotions calm, felt him relax. Turning my head I kiss his temple “That’s better.” I say, lightly teasing him.
He lets out a soft chuckle. “My darling Starlight, your the brightest light in my life, you shine brighter than the Moon, the Sun and the Stars.” he kissed my neck, after having completely melted my heart with his words.?
“This male’ I thought, I’m glad he was in my life. I don’t think I would have accepted another as my mate. Not when he’s been the only male in my heart since that same moment he told my father of earlier.
“I would have never accept any other male than you as my mate.” I tell him.
Giving him the words he needed to hear, the ones that would release the guilt. The guilt I knew he felt at the thought of challenging anyone, who could have made a claim on me other than himself. Guilt not at the harm of the other male, but at the harm he thought he would have caused me.
I felt them reach him, felt it in the tightening of his arms, in his emotions through our bond. “Thank you mate…I needed to hear those words.” he says hoarsely.
Kissing his temple again, I feel his return kiss on my mark. “I love you, come back to bed.” I say to him.
He nods against my neck, then using the arm around my waist he lifts me up, and I wrap my legs around his waist. My mom and dad had already left for their bedroom, having left us alone for an intimate moment of their own.
Damien carried me back to our room, kicking the door closed behind him. He gently lays me down in the middle of the large soft bed. The moon light coming from the window shined down on me, and put Damien in the dark, his eyes glowing from the shadows. We gaze at each other for a long moment in silence.
A need started to build inside of me, one I voiced. “Make love to me.”
The glow of his eyes became brighter at my words. He knelt at the bottom of the bed. I lifted myself up on my elbows so I could continue to meet his gaze. He grabbed my left leg by my calf, his hand warm on my skin, sending a static of pleasure through my every nerve to my core. He lifts my leg up, and still meeting my gaze he lays a gentle kiss to my ankle.
“As you wish….mate” he says in a voice rough with arousal. It sent shivers of anticipation down my spine. O
He ran his hand up my leg as he kissed his way up, each soft touch of his lips sending more pleasure through me. My core was hot and I became wetter the closer he got to it. His other hand was now on my right leg, he lifted up and pulled my panties off me. Before he asked I lifted up and took his shirt off.