Queen of the Wolves ️

Chapter 15 | Heat Had Begun

"Fire lived within his kiss,

he had a way of melting every part of me."

-Christy Ann Martine

The after party was in full swing. The food table was overflowing with mouthwatering delicacies and drinks were being served.

Both alcoholic and not. Besides, alcohol doesn't affect a werewolf's brain as much as it does to a human.

Silver poison does. It was an alcoholic drink that made werewolves high.

Pups and children were at their own arena, with people to watch over them.

Many people stop by and talk to me, congratulating me.

Rick excused himself to meet the elders.

I see Mia in an off-shoulder, short, white frock as I walk around sipping my champagne.

She waves at me and comes over. "Luna," she bows.

I smile at her and placed my arms on her shoulders raising her up.

She gives me a cheery smile and said, "I'm sorry I never got a chance to formally introduce myself to you amidst all this drama. By the way, I'm Mia. Mia Allard."

"Yeah, I got to know. Oh, and I'm Blythe Archer," I reply back with a wink.

She grins back at me, "Of course, I knew that.

" We chit chat as Kay joins us with a very grumpy Kendra beside her.

Kay was in a flowing white crop top, a floral skater skirt and sandals while Kendra was in a silver sequined tight top, white ripped jeans and silver stilettos.

It was customary to wear white or silver to a pack's acceptation ceremonies.

With her arm looped through Chris', Adele joins us, her curves prominent in a plain white body con dress, as Mia leaves to find her friends. "Hey, people! Enjoying the party," Chris asks grinning, not completely wasted, but still high.

"Totally rocking it," Kay screams over the music that had begun to blast through the speakers while I just smile back. Kendra rolls her eyes, mumbling whatever and turns to leave. What's bothering her? I really need to know.

"Hey baby, didn't see you there," Chris says as he grabs Kendra's wrist. She turns back, shooting daggers at him, "Leave me alone, Chris. Let. Me. Go." She hisses. Letting go of Adele, who kept smiling at the two, he put his arms around Kendra's waist. My eyes probably widen at his reaction.

"Aww... No baby not like that, come on give me a little kiss," he says pouting cutely.

I frown in confusion as both Kay and Adele grin.

What was happening? Was he trying to woo her?

"Let me go, Chris-" before she finish her sentence, he presses his lips on hers.

If my eyes widened at this, they widened even more at Kendra's reaction, who tugs him closer and deepens the kiss as a slight blush creeps onto her face.

As I blatantly stare at them, pulling me out of my trance, and chuckling at my reaction, both Kay and Adele, pull me to the dance floor.

Kay screams into my ear, "Isn't love grand?

" Settling in a spot on the dance floor, I shake my head to get rid of confusions as I look over shoulder at the now cuddling couple.

Chuckling once again, Kay pulls me closer and yells in my ears, over the music, "They're mates! "

Stunned by the revelation, I find it hard to believe. They were polar opposites. At least according to me.

'What about Rick and you then?' My wolf comments. Well said, Mojo. Well said.

The other two had started to move to the rhythm of the music, I too found myself swaying my hips to the music.

"Blythe!!" I wince at the sudden yell and looked around to see others unaffected by the sound.

Frowning once again as I hear my name being called, I face palm myself realizing that it was Rick calling through the mind link.

I reply positively and he asks me where I was. "Dance floor," I reply back.

The music changed to "Electric" by Alina Baraz.

Something had changed. Something about the air. The temperature seemed to have notched up. The air around me was hotter and thicker. Beads of sweat form on my forehead. They cascade down the curve of my throat and down my cleavage.

All I wanted to do was tear my clothes off.

Was it the song? Or the temperature in nature? I felt two strong hands wrap around my waist. Closing my eyes...Hmm.. It felt amazing. But I wanted more. Turning in his hands, I found myself looking into the hazel eyes of a complete stranger.

Running my fingers up his arms and biceps, my eyes landed on his lips.

My eyesight was blurry as my mind was clouded with desire.

The alcohol in my system was boosting my adrenaline.

lSomething was nudging at the back of my head.

My wolf was trying to tell me something.

She was fighting for control. He was leaning in. And so was I.

It was then my mind registered that I had touched and almost kissed an unknown man. It's not Rick. Pushing him away with all my might, I rub my clammy palms together. Growling at me, the hazel eyed stranger comes back to me, grabbing my chin up.

Before I knew it, Mr. Hazel Eyes was thrown across the room. I was pushed behind another guy who smelt heavenly. Pine, fig-tree and lemon.

This nice smelling guy turned to face me, wrapping his arm around my left wrist and pulls me to his chest. Rick. My own plain, green eyes clashed with his pacific blue ones. And I knew I was home.

His palms rest, on either sides of my cheeks, his touch a euphoria to my agony.

His blue eyes swirling into dark black as they linger hungrily at my lips.

My cheeks heat up at his gaze. I slip my hands around his torso pressing my face to his chest. The heart beneath the linen button down was beating frantically.

My heart swells at the thought of it racing for me.

Somewhere out elsewhere, a wolf howled. And it had officially begun. The Full Moon.

Heat had begun.

Pulling back suddenly, he grabs my shoulders. Averting my gaze to his, I see him shaking his head in denial. My cheeks heat up once again. But this time in embarrassment. My own mate didn't want me.

Holding my palm, he interlaces his fingers through mine. They fit perfectly. Pulling me with him, he strides ahead, growling at all the unmated males, looking hungrily in my way. They looked down in fear. The mated ones did not remain unaffected either.

Stopping near the pack house entrance, still in direct view of the party, he lets go of my hand. And leaves me. I had lost him amidst the crowd.

I see Jake on a barstool, dropping his glass to shatter on the floor. As I was about to make my way towards him, his wolf's black eyes turn to me. No shit, Sherlock. Sauntering towards me, he gazes up and down at me hungrily. I take a precautionary step backward.

His eyes were changing colours. When they were blue, he stopped but as they turned black, he started walking towards me. As he was about grab my wrist, a strong fist connects with his jaw and blood spattered out of his mouth. I was met with Chris' very familiar face.

"Where the fuck is Rick?" He growls at me as Jake retreats back, shifting into a tan wolf in the process, and speeds off. I shake my head pathetically unknowing. He motions me to follow him and leads me out of the party, into the woods, mind linking someone.

"I can't take it anymore! Shoot! You're scent is so strong... I need to leave before I do something I'll regret for the rest of my life," he keeps mumbling, fighting for control with his wolf.

As we walk in to a clearing, Rick walks out of the trees more calm and collected. In a fraction of a second, Chris vanishes, and Rick stands before me. I open my mouth to yell at him for leaving me alone. A strong wave of heat hits me as a thousand needles prick my abdomen.

I fall forward helplessly as he catches me by my waist. My urge to scream at him vanishes as I struggle to form words. He sets me on my feet but his arms don't leave my waist. Nor do I want them to.

"Can you walk?" He asks his voice all hoarse and raspy. I almost nod at him when another heat wave hits my side. He visibly winces at my pain. Sweeping me up in bridal style, he cradles me in his arms as I rest my head in the crook of his neck, breathing in his scent.

Tears form in my eyes and I whimper in pain as another wave wrecks me apart. "It hurts..." I cry into his shirt, as he rubs circles in my shoulders with his thumbs. "I know, baby," he whispers, "I'm right here for you."

In record timing, we enter the palace and a really magnificent room. My mind's too weak to process this, so remind me to comment on the room's beauty later.

He walks me into a luxury bathroom as the next wave hits me.

His hold on me tightens on me as we stop under a massive shower.

Water cascades upon us, soaking our clothes and ourselves.

He sets me down, but doesn't let go. We hold each other closely.

My cheek right above chest. His arms around my waist.

Another agonizing wave of heat hits me, as my eyesight blurs.

"Amour, you know I can try make this better...." He trails.

I weakly raise my eyes to his pacific ones. "Let me help you, please.." He pleads.

Lowering my gaze, I look beyond his shoulder and take a deep breath. Looking up again, I press my lips chastely on his side jaw.

He tenses, in shock or surprise, I dunno.

But he relaxes back again and looking into my eyes, I nod at him. He presses his soft lips on mine. It momentarily cools down my body. I tiptoe reaching my hands around his neck, trying to pull him closer. He hoists my body, so that I wrap my legs around his torso as his tongue enters my mouth.

Tugging at his hair, I pull him closer. If it's even possible. One of his hands move to my head, holding me in place, as he pushes me against the wall. His fingers protect my skull from cracking as he shoves back.

This guy knew how to kiss.. His kiss melted me like iron on hot furnace and his touch became a drug I'll never get enough of.

Fisting my hair, he yanks it to a side, angling me for direct access to my neck. His lips move from mine to my jawline and neck, smothering wet, feather like kisses on the way. He sucks the point at which, his mark will be and I almost moan in ecstasy.

When he groans back, a husky, hoarse, sound vibrates at the back of his neck as his lips claim mine again, hungrily, his tongue rubbing against mine.

"Do it.." I murmur through kisses. His lips freeze on mine.

I tug on his hair roots, pulling him back to look at me in the eye. "Do it, Rick. Mark me. Prove that you'll treat me as your equal forever. Prove that I'm yours. I've waited long enough," I say in the hope that I do not sound too desperate.

His dark eyes dissolve into the azure sky as he searches my eyes. For what? Inspiration, assurance, I dunno. "You sure?" He asks slowly. I nod back confidently.

Molten tar swirls in the deep Mediterranean as his wolf channels control.

He crashes his lips onto mine, turning the water off, in the process. Carrying me out to the bedroom, he hungrily ravages my lips and jaw. Dropping me onto the bed, he hovers over me, his body frame covering mine. His lips never leave my side neck, as his canines elongate grazing my tender skin.

They plunge in, pain spreads from there to my whole system. It subsides as pleasure overtakes my mind and body. An inexplicable emotion awakens in me as I feel both our life cords get entwined and tied by the fates.

One of us may not die, when the other does but, it will surely leave not mendable damage behind. His tongue laps, over my wound cleaning the blood as it seals close. As his attention moves to my lips once again, as he assaults them mercilessly. And a part of me loves it.

But I have more important things to concentrate on. I wanted to mark him.

My wolf fights for control within me as I pull him back to look at me.

"Can I mark you?" I ask him through the mind link. His face changes. But not as I expected.

I thought he would refuse and deny but he breaks into a grin before answering back, "I'm not stopping you angel."

I pull him down on my lips as we flip over. He lies on his back and I straddle him. I rip his shirt off, and buttons splatter on the floor and the shirt ends up in some corner. Lowering myself, I grow hotter as my lips move down his jaw.

My press my lips to the base of his neck as I handover the reins to my wolf, who emerges quickly. She takes over control, my canines elongate and plunges into the tanned skin. Satisfied with her work, she cleans off the blood with her tongue.

I gain back control to place my lips on his but soon feel my eyelids droop as exhaustion over takes me and I slump down on his rugged physique.

And the last thing I remember was me being lowered down on the mattress with a chaste, gentle kiss on my forehead.

Waking up from slumber, I rub my eyes lazily. Pushing myself further into the plush pillows, I become aware of my surroundings. Where the hell was I? The magnificent interior of a very extravagant and spacious luxury room welcomes me. The room's was black and gold themed.

Sitting up, I notice that I'm in a blue coloured long t-shirt. A men's t-shirt, to be specific. What the hell? What happened?

It bears the scent of Rick and last night's events come crashing down upon me. As I move my hand to the base of my neck where Rick's mark lies, I hear a door open.

Rick saunters out of the bathroom, which I had assumed to be, in a towel.

Nothing but a towel. A white towel that hung low on his hips.

Droplets of water, embedded on his hair and well defined chest signal that he is right out of a shower.

Running a hand through his dark brown, wet hair he runs his eyes all over me. My mouth goes dry.

Whipping my eyes back to his unwillingly, I see fixated smirk on his too handsome face. He caught me gawking. My cheeks heat up. Still smirking, he flexes he abdomen and asks, "Good sleep?"

Idiot. My idiot. Knows me. But not too well. Let's see what I can do?

I push the comforter away and swinging my legs to the soft carpet, I rise up to my feet. Popping my neck, I stretch my arms above, hoping that the t-shirt rises up a bit and nod at him, "Yeah, good sleep."

His eyes darken, as they roam down my lips, chest, abdomen and legs, slowly. Hungrily. I hear a low growl and before I know it I was pinned to the wall. His lips attacking mine.

I smile a bit at his reaction and kiss him back. But sensing his hands tugging the t-shirt I pull back defiantly.

Confused at my denial he too pulls back, fighting with his wolf. I shake my head, "It's not the right time, Rick." "Yeah, maybe," he too nods back.

I look down casually and blush profusely. His towel had fallen down. I avert my gaze and concentrate elsewhere. The crystals dangling from the chandelier seem to be more interesting.

He picks the towel and clads in it, smirking at me.

"Why am I in a men's t-shirt?" I ask him, rolling my eyes.

"Well, your dress' front was splattered with blood and it was a party dress, did you want to sleep in it? So I changed you into one of my t-shirts."

"You changed me?"

"Um yeah, but I tried my best to do it with my eyes elsewhere," he scratches the back of his neck, grinning nervously.

"So, you get nightmares?" He asks as I blow dry my hair. Why?

"Used to. Why? I don't get them when I'm with you," I reply thinking where the hell he was going with this.

"No, yesterday, I heard you thrashing in sleep.

But after I came and laid beside you, you stopped," he states.

I nod at him smugly. "What were they about?

" He plops down on the couch as I run a brush through my long locks.

"The same," I say as he raises his eyebrows questioningly.

"The fire. Fire at my home. And voices in my head.

What if my mom hadn't rescued me?" I shake my head at the thought.

"But she did. You should let it go," he says thoughtfully.

Shaking my head, "That's fine but, sometimes I get this nightmare of some unknown guy stabbing me in the stomach.

" His hands fists the bed sheets as he lets out a low growl.

Knowing I have to divert him I continue, "Sometimes it is Ron stabbing me from behind or me killing Ron.

" A shiver runs through me as I finish the sentence and I drop the water bottle I was holding.

His hands were around me at the exact moment. Surrounding me, soothing me, securing me. I lean into him further as he presses his lips on my forehead. We stay like that for some time. Minutes? Hours? I don't know.

"You'd never do it, you know," he says. I look in his eyes confusedly.

They were a bright hue of blue tingling with a warm sensation.

"Kill your brother. You're too good Blythe.

Yes, you do kill. But you know how to kill, who to kill.

Your wolf and you are both completely just. The one standing opposite you will never be misjudged.

I've myself seen your judgment. If you even catch a flicker of hope for the future of the person, you'll never decide the worst. Angel, you can be a person's worst nightmare, yes. But also, someone's divine daydream."

His words wash over me as a strong wave of support and requiem. My heartbeat echoes his as I stretch on my toes hugging his neck. "You won't get them anymore," he murmurs into my hair.

"Hmm?" "Nightmares."

"How are you so sure?" I ask him. "You said you'd never get them when I'm with you." "Yeah," I raise my eyes to meet his. "I'll never leave you. I promise," he says smiling genuinely, his azure eyes twinkling.

I smile back at him, looking into his eyes. Both of our eyes, twinkling.

Donning a simple white t-shirt and denim shorts, I slip into some flats. The clothes had been brought from the room I occupied.

Putting my blow dried hair into place, it falls naturally below my shoulders.

I walk out of Rick's room into a huge hallway. "The third room to the left," I chant to myself, just as he had told me. I walk in the room, to see him on his phone, sat at the head of the table. He points to a chair on his right.

But as I walk closer he gets up, takes back a chair for me and waits. As I slip in, he rests his hands on my shoulders for a nanosecond and retreats. All the while he had been on a call. Royals...

He sits himself straight on his chair continuing on the phone and motions me to help myself.

I pile some chocolate-chip pancakes on my plate and pour myself a glass of orange juice. Glancing at his plate, I pour some juice for him also. He nods a thanks at me.

Halfway through my pancakes, he finishes his call and turns to me with an exasperated sigh. He seemed frustrated at something. Clutching my wrist all of a sudden, he startles me. As I look back at him, he visibly relaxes through physical contact. Relaxed, he turns to his food as I do to mine.

"Any plans for today?" He asks breaking the comfortable silence of the room.

Shrugging nonchalantly I reply, "Nothing that I can think of. I had thought of visiting the city nearby. But let's see... Why do you need me for anything?" "I have a couple of meetings and some paperwork to be attended to. Why do you need to visit the nearby city?" He asks curiously.

"I have a meeting to attend to," I reply with a shrug.

Rolling my eyes at his cocked eyebrow, I decide to fill him in.

"I have a finalization meeting with some clients.

Their project is ready for execution. I need to wrap it up with some signatures.

" His eyes seemed to have widened more. "I'm a civil landscape architect.

My clients got a land here for a project.

I need to finalize the plans," I say chuckling.

"Oh."

"What?" I raise my eyebrows at him and his reaction. He shakes his head, "Nope, nothing. I thought we could let our wolves out sometime. Maybe today evening?" "Yeah, sure. I'll probably be back by lunch."

He nods understandingly, wiping his hands on a napkin. "Can I get a car over here?" He turns to me, "What?"

"No, to get to my meeting. Can I get a rental car or something? I need a ride to that place," I elaborate. "A rental car?" He asks with a smirk.

What? I nod confusedly. His smirk turns to devilish grin as he replies, "Angel, you, the Luna of this pack, the Queen of the Wolves, is asking for a rental car? Come on, angel. You can do better than that."

Hi guys,

Hope y'all like it..

Pic of Blythe's dress.... (how I imagined it)

They had marked each other, yay! Btw, I'm not sure about their make out session over there. I'm not comfortable writing those stuff, right away but, that had to be there.