Chapter 25
Feray
When I sleep, my wolf teaches me about wolven politics. She tells me that through the Luna line, knowledge is passed down generation to generation. Roman is of the old school of thought—females are meant to be seen and not heard. He already tried to dominate me once and failed.
"Diaval, I need you..." I extend my hand and take hold of his when he approaches.
"I sense a wicked plan, my eternal." He arches a brow with a twisted grin.
"I will not bow or break. I smell the scent of several elders from the pack in that house. They will try to get me to submit." I meet his eyes with fierce determination. "They will fail." My wolf bolsters my confidence, and for once, I don't feel like a frightened little girl anymore.
"There's the Luna I've been waiting to see." Diaval caresses my cheek and releases my hand. "You need to walk these last steps alone." I understand what he means. To lean on him and his ancient power will only make me look weak.
Kissing his cheek, I step away and walk toward the front steps of the alpha house.
The slate stairs leading to the grand log cabin are an impressive sight, each step resonating with the weight of history. As I ascend, the sheer magnitude of the building becomes apparent—the embodiment of generations of Alphas and Lunas who have governed our people.
The rich mahogany doors stand tall before me, bearing witness to the secrets and legacies of countless eons. I extend my hand and touch the cold brass handle, the chill a reminder of the protective embrace of the mountains.
Strangely, the cold doesn't bother me.
With a firm push, the doors swing open, revealing the heart of the alpha house.
The scent of pine, earth, and wolf fills my senses as I step into the expansive foyer.
My eyes instinctively shift, adapting to the dim lighting.
My mates follow closely behind as we traverse the halls toward the grand banquet hall.
The walls seem to echo with whispered conversations of those who came before.
All alpha houses look the same. The familiarity is both comforting and daunting. I lead the way down the hall, each step measured, anticipation palpable. Raising my hand, I bring our group to a halt about ten feet from the towering pine doors that separate us from the assembly.
The scent of aged wood and distant conversations seep through the gaps.
The doors, adorned with intricate carvings depicting the history of the Blackmore pack, stand as a symbolic barrier.
I exchange glances with my mates—a silent acknowledgment of the weight of this moment.
Khal's steady presence, Diaval's unwavering support, Easton's calm assurance, and Torben's quiet strength.
All crucial pillars in the foundation of our family.
As the doors creak open, the atmosphere shifts.
The room, with its polished wooden floors and ornate chandeliers, exudes timeless elegance.
Alpha Roman, seated at the head of a long, intricately carved table, gazes at us with a mix of curiosity and authority.
The elders, flanking him on either side, regard us with measured expressions.
I lead our group forward, navigating the space between the long tables. The eyes of the assembled elders, each carrying the weight of centuries, follow our every move.
"Alpha Roman," I greet, my tone respectful yet assertive. "We come seeking guidance. I seek the knowledge of my family and those that remain within this mountain pack." Alpha Roman acknowledges our presence with a nod, his gaze lingering on each member of our group.
"We have information that leads us here to your pack," I continue, choosing my words carefully. "We seek your counsel and the wisdom of the elders in locating my last surviving relatives." The room falls into heavy silence. Alpha Roman finally speaks, his voice carrying the weight of authority.
"Share your information, and we will consider its relevance to the pack.
But know this—the decisions we make today will be to protect our people first and foremost." With a nod, I signal to Khal, who steps forward with a map.
The flickering candlelight casts dancing shadows on the faces gathered as we unfurl my family tree on the long table.
"I know the Havardr family and the Torsten family. The rest of these names, I do not know," declares the elder and advisor to Alpha Roman. His gaze moves across the parchment, his furrowed brow revealing the weight of contemplation.
"I am Clem, advisor to Alpha Roman. I can take you to meet with the families tomorrow." Hope flickers in my chest. Finally. Answers within reach.
Roman, however, interrupts with a forceful gesture that echoes through the hall.
"I didn't give permission," he growls, directing his glare at Clem.
The sudden outburst draws my attention back to Roman, and I feel a subtle nudge within me—an instinctual response to assert dominance.
Before Roman can further assert his authority, I intervene, my voice cutting through the tension.
"Do not disrespect your elders, Alpha." I leave no room for argument.
Roman steps back, seemingly affected by a force beyond the physical. The familiar sensation of power coursing through me intensifies—a power that echoes the primal strength of my wolf.
My eyes glow with ethereal light as I fixate on Roman.
His knees buckle under the weight of the unseen force, and he clings to the edge of the table for support.
The room falls into uneasy silence as the alpha, momentarily subdued, grapples with the unexpected display.
The elders exchange knowing glances, recognizing the significance.
I did that. That was me.
"Feray, let him go." Torben's deep voice resonates through the hall, a grounding force that reaches me even in the midst of my newfound power.
I heed his words, gradually releasing the tenuous grip on the rage that surged within me.
The glow in my eyes recedes, and the air lightens as the oppressive force dissipates.
Roman straightens, his composure returning.
"Forgive me, Alpha Roman. The urgency of the situation overwhelmed my judgment," Clem apologizes.
Roman, though visibly unsettled, nods. "Tomorrow, then. Clem, you will accompany them." The decision is made, and the room exhales a collective breath.
As we prepare to leave, I exchange a glance with Torben. His steady presence grounds me. Something about this meeting—the way all the elders were present—sets me on edge. It would not benefit us to remain.
Khal gathers our papers and scrolls before we make our way out.
The moon hangs high in the night sky, casting a silvery glow over Blackmore. The weight of the alpha's authority still lingers, but so does the promise of a new day. Tomorrow we venture into the homes of families whose names hold secrets that may expose my past.
Back in the crisp night air, I turn to my mates, each one bearing witness to the shifting dynamics within the alpha house. The journey into the heart of Blackmore's history has only just begun. We are finally reaching into the very heart of my biggest question.
Who am I? And where am I from?
There's a burning deep inside me, and I know it's my heat. The tincture does its job, but the knowledge of it lingers. I won't lose my mind from the heat. I won't conceive a pup even if I wanted to.
Glancing over my shoulder, I look at each of my mates. What are the odds that any of them would play nicely together? "I see that look in your eye, little wolf..." Torben's nose is still twitching. He's caught my scent, and he won't leave me wanting.
"The nose never lies..."
A giggle escapes my lips until it turns to an oof when Khal throws me over his shoulder and starts running down the street with me dangling upside down. "Khal!" I laugh and scream at the same time as I jiggle.
I can see Torben and the mythics in hot pursuit.
The door opens, and I see the interior of the den.
Khal brings me into my room and tosses me onto my bed.
Bouncing several times, I continue to laugh as I watch him trying to strip out of his fancy clothes.
Interestingly enough, the second being to enter is Diaval, and he hisses, gaining Khal's attention.
Diaval closes the door behind him and uses his talons to shred the clothing from his body.
Every inch of him is on display, and I can't help but stare.
I lick my lips, watching him. I don't notice Khal sliding up next to me naked.
"Let your draconic mates take care of you tonight.
We may not be able to smell your need, but we are quite attentive.
" He smiles as he brushes my hair away from my shoulder.
Diaval turns my head in his direction and smirks.
"Your wolf is showing. She appears hungry. .. Khal, feed her."
Diaval commands, and Khal drops to his knees before me. His tongue shifts, becoming that of his basilisk. Gasping, I stare at his tongue as it snakes its way inside me. It slithers within me, hitting my g-spot, making my legs buckle from the sensation.
Diaval grips me from behind, his hand going to my throat, holding me just tight enough that I know who is in charge.
"Be a good mate and don't come until I say so," he whispers in my ear, his forked tongue teasing my earlobe.
I feel the command in his tone, and my wolf bows down and presents to him in my mind.
Khal's tongue snakes its way inside me, hitting every tiny sensitive spot.
His thumb rubs my clit, and I almost tip over the edge.
"Not yet..." Diaval whispers again. His grip on my throat tightens.
Khal withdraws his tongue and turns me to face Diaval. Without warning, he reaches down, grips the back of my thighs, and lifts me, spreading me wide.
Diaval steps forward and slips his length into me. Gasping, I arch my back, putting my hands on his shoulders. Diaval moves slowly, taking his time, dragging his length through my core.
Khal bites my shoulder as he grinds his length between my ass cheeks.
His pre-cum coats his length as he carefully tests my backdoor.
Each nudge gets him a little further in.
Diaval sees what he's trying to do and takes me from him to hold me still.
Khal slips in slowly, making me feel so very full.
"Move... please move... I'm so close." I whine into Diaval's shoulder, and they listen.
Diaval grips my thighs firmly as he picks up the pace, slamming his length deep within me.
Khal grips my hips, adjusting his angle to thrust in the minute Diaval pulls out.
Be it their draconic nature or a cultural thing with their people, they truly know how to work together.
Every inch of me feels alive. My flesh is sensitive to their touch. Nuzzling Diaval, I whine as I feel the first flutters of my impending orgasm. "Shhh, my eternal... a few more moments..." He pants out as he increases the strength of his thrusts.
Khal comes long before I'm allowed to. He grunts into my shoulder, gripping me tightly. I feel the pulsing of his cock in my ass and whine louder, trying to resist the urge to come.
Diaval's movements falter as Khal pulls out. He spins us quickly, slamming my back into the wall. His hand takes both of mine off of him and holds them above my head against the wall.
"Come for me, my eternal..."
His voice hits that hypnotic resonance. Every fiber in my body obeys him without question, and I come harder than the last time I was with him.
My wolf lends her tone to my voice as I cry out, tilting my head back.
One last thrust and Diaval buries himself deep within me.
His cock thickens and pulses in my core, his hot seed filling me.
A soft knock sounds at the door. I glance over Diaval's shoulder. Khal goes to the door and answers it. Torben is standing there. Slowly, Diaval releases my arms, and I wrap them around him, holding on tight.
"If you would allow it, I would like to bathe our mate before bed. It's been a long few days." Torben remains outside my room.
Diaval nuzzles me, and I feel him slip free. He lowers me to the ground, and I feel like a newborn fawn. My legs wobble beneath me, and a giggle escapes my lips. He walks me over to Torben, steadying me as he guides me into his arms.
"Sleep well, my eternal." Diaval kisses my temple before Torben scoops me up and carries me off.