An Alpha's Commitment : an MMM Wolf-Shifter Romance (Leongatha Pack Tales, Book 2)

Epilogue

ISCA

Bathed in the light of the full moon, my silver grey coat is endowed with a brilliance broadcasting my existence to any watchful eyes for many kilometers. Once I would have cared, would have been fearful, afraid my luminous fur would attract the attention of those that would hurt me. As it had, in the past.

But not tonight. Tonight I start a new existence. Tonight I have an alpha who protects me, a pack that will protect me. I have finally found my place. I am the bonded mate of the Pack Alpha and his mate. I, too, am the Alpha Mate.

This joyous realization sweeps through me as I break from the pack and stand atop a rocky outcrop, overlooking the mountains and valleys of the forest spread out serenely before me. Behind me, along the barely discernible trail, huffing breaths signal the passage of wolves, as I pause from our pack run to relish this unfamiliar sensation of belonging. I lift my muzzle to the moon, and a joyful howl erupts from deep inside. For all that I suffered before, the Goddess has been generous, and I send my thanks in the only way I know how.

Soft footfalls pad over leaf litter and though the pack is elongated and spread out now, I don”t want to be left behind, so I bound into the fray again and run beside my packmates, shoulder to shoulder, chests expanding and contracting, puffs of warm breath forming tiny clouds in the cool of the night. We run together, we belong together. One pack, and on the nights of the full moon, one psyche.

Come, come!

I feel Irian”s call in my head.

Wait! I send back to him.

This is amazing. Any time I want to, I find him, or Talius, in my head. This mind-bond we share, which I knew nothing about until I met them, is a revelation.

I am never alone, unless I want to be.

A shiver runs through me. Zarbius. I don”t want to think about him now, but I can”t help the clenching of my chest when I think how devastating it would have been had we been bonded in this way. He could have found me... now I understand Talius” concerns when first I woke from my trauma.

You didn”t want him, it could never have happened.

Irian”s cheery thoughts reach me at the same time as Talius” reassurance washes over me. All of this through the bond!

Come, waiting for you.

Talius.

And when he calls me, I have to obey, though I do so willingly, joyfully.

Still, I”m mindful of Xeres” last words to me. The strength of the magically constructed mating bond is dependent on my compliance to the one rule.

I have to remain submissive to Talius.

Right now, I can”t see how that would ever be a problem.