Chapter 94
Chapter 94
Regan POV
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Xander was the first to understand what I was implying, the color draining out of his face. “You think she intends to go back to the witches and offer my child as some sort of sacrifice for another spell or favor from them?” his tone was icy.
“Maybe,” I said doubtfully, “but why? She chose to have your child for a reason. She wanted your bloodline and a direct way to challenge the Alpha title. If she sacrificed the child, she wouldn’t have that option” I pointed–out, feeling as though I was missing something but not sure what that could be.
His expression cleared. “You’re right. She has to have every intention of giving birth to my child then, but how is she going to survive? There are rogues and danger in the forest and she’s not the greatest warrior” he added scornfully.
But there were several choices that Isabelle could take. I thought about what I would do if I was in her position and then I chose my words carefully. “If she was able to pass the child off as another Alpha’s, would they not take her in, grant her sanctuary, and offer protection in exchange for the heir they think is theirs?”
It was one option. Deceitful and cunning, which was right up Isabelle’s alley.
“She’s only a little bit along” Xander’s father agreed readily “but she would have to persuade an Alpha to sleep with her in order for that to work” he added narrowing his eyes “and most Alphas will wait for their mates unless they are stupid, or she has something to exchange besides that” he shifted on his feet, looking uncomfortable.
“Unless the Alpha is infertile and mateless?” my thoughts were moving rapidly to another solution, another way for Isabelle to scam her way into a pack and be accepted. “Then the heir would be accepted, and Heather Ramona could become Luna of another pack couldn’t she?” I asked.
After all, they would never settle for being simple pack members. They liked the luxurious lifestyle now that they had a taste of it. I doubted they would give it up. Isabelle liked the power of being in charge as well. She wouldn’t bow down to a Luna when she believed she deserved to be one or at least related to one.
“Who’s going to take those bitches in?” Xavier’s voice was incredulous. “All of this is speculation. They’ve gone underground. They aren’t that conniving” he burst out. “You’re giving them too much credit” he added sourly.
“Really? Because they were quite intelligent in seeking out the witches” I snapped, folding my hands across my chest and glowering at him.
“Because of Beta Johnathon,” my mate argued back, refusing to be cowed, “otherwise they would never have thought about
it.”
My father had been instrumental in their plans, I thought with a wince, but that didn’t mean that my suggestions were
wrong.
But Alpha Jackson was thoughtful. “Regan has made a good point. However, our first step is to search surrounding packs for Isabelle and Heather Ramona. I’ve put the request in for the elders, so much more can’t be done right now. If they continue to travel, we can continue to put out notices, but for now, why don’t you go and get some rest?” he suggested kindly, ducking his head. “We also have a funeral to arrange” he mumbled, his voice forlorn.
A funeral. For Malcolm who had been lost to us. I was lost for words, stumbling slightly as Xavier put his arm around me and began to help me up toward our room. I felt the urge to weep, the loss of a friend was almost too much to bear. We walked into the room and I felt Xander’s arm gently smooth my hair away.
“I’m sorry” he whispered, kissing my temples, my forehead, and my cheeks “I’m so sorry Regan.”
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My arms went around his neck and he pushed me down. Suddenly it was almost as though we became desperate. He began to pull my clothing off, his eyes scanning over my body. I felt my body become heated. In the background, Xavier was already pulling his clothes off, but Xander didn’t look as though he was in a rush. He gave a low growl and began to trail kisses down my body, down my navel, paying particular attention to my inner thighs as I caught my breath.
“You’re the only one for me. The only one I want to bear my children” Xander growled again, prying my legs apart as my head arched back, his tongue lightly beginning to circle my clit, my heart pounding wildly in my chest.
He brought me to the heights of pleasure, my body writhing beneath him, my cries growing shriller as he suckled and licked my clit without mercy until I was almost sobbing. It was too much. It was as though he was trying to expel all thoughts of Isabelle out of his mind. He was like a man possessed. I came, my body tensing, my back arching as I screamed, my orgasm so powerful that I almost blacked out from the pleasure.
I reached for him, but he stepped back, beginning to peel his clothes off. Xavier moved in, his lips pressing against the nape of my neck. I panted, my hands going to his lower back, my nails digging in as he kept moving, his lips gently closing around my nipple and then sucking before letting go. My body was so heated that I felt as though I might spontaneously combust. I let out a moan, my eyes beseeching. My mates had this look about them, as though they needed this distraction desperately. It had been so long since we had been intimate. So long since we had spent this amount of quality time together without worrying about the pack, Isabelle, or Heather. I entwined my fingers in Xavier’s hair as he caressed my stomach and then kissed my belly button. My juices were dripping freely onto the bed now and I was soaking wet. My pussy was throbbing with the urge to have him and Xander inside of me. I couldn’t hold out any longer. I wanted him or Xander inside of me. I wriggled, pleading with my eyes.
“Please” I whispered, my voice hitching, my hands roaming over his back.
He moved. Suddenly I found myself kneeling over him, his hands guiding me onto his cock, my body obediently sliding down, my head flinging back at the feeling of his massive shaft filling me, my body quivering until he was fully inside of me, my knees resting either side of his body, my hands lightly touching his chest. I felt a breath near my ear.
“You don’t think that you’re going to get away with just one of us taking you now, are you?” Xander’s voice.
I swallowed hard. The notion of both of them taking me was exciting. It wouldn’t be the first time they had done it and I was used to them now. I felt Xavier’s hands grip me, my body falling forward onto his chest. I felt Xander moving behind me and I gulped. Suddenly I felt his finger penetrate my back entrance, cautiously stretching me, my breath a hiss as I felt the unfamiliar intrusion and I forced myself to relax.
“Relax” Xander murmured.
More stretching. I whimpered. The pain had disappeared and now I was eager to feel him moving inside of me as well. I rocked back and felt him give a strangled groan. I felt him position himself and then he began to push, slowly, the head of his cock slowly bottoming inside of me. I arched my back, even as Xavier’s hands gently began to caress my sides. My body hummed. More, I wanted more. Xander pushed in further. I mewled. He pushed in all the way and I was in heaven. I could see both twins silently communicating with one another, their eyes on each other. Before I could move or before I could so much as make another sound, they began to move, one sliding out while the other pushed in, my body bouncing and grinding beneath them. They were ruthless. I came, repeatedly, my screams growing louder. This made them more determined to prolong their own releases. I sobbed, my nails digging into the sides of Xavier’s body as he smirked beneath me. I couldn’t take much more. They were killing me. It felt as though I hadn’t stopped cumming for the last few minutes. I cried out and then both boys gave a ferocious growl, stilling inside of me as they spilled their seeds, causing me to collapse onto Xavier’s chest, panting and whimpering.
“Good girl” they whispered in unison, and I closed my eyes, unable to keep them open any longer, my body aching and exhausted but a wide smile on my face.
They were still mine
Chapter 95
Chapter 95
The flickering of the flames, the moonlight in the sky, the look of devastation on the pack members‘ faces, and the grim expression on my father’s face as he stood there, facing the pack would remain with me forever. It wasn’t the first time we had lost a pack member but the circumstances were what made so memorable. Not to mention the fact that it was a good friend of ours.
voice is grave “Malcol
“We are here today to witness the loss of a pack member as he is taken by the moon goddess into the afterlife” my father’s
was a brave young inan whose skills as a warrior set him apart and whose intelligence only made him an invaluable asset to our pack. He was taken from us much too soon and I can only express my regret that his life was not taken in battle, nor was it taken defending the pack but taken by me as I was under the influence of a herb that made me susceptible to suggestions and dangerous, given to me by Isabelle and Heather Ramona. No amount of words I can say will ever make up for what I have done.”
Silence. Malcolm’s parents are openly sobbing and making no attempt to hide it. While they claim not to blame my father, they can’t help but feel some resentment for the loss of their son which is understandable. By now the pack is aware of what occurred and is sympathetic towards their Alpha while also feeling tragic for Malcolm and his family. My father bows his head, a look of despair crossing his face. “I don’t ask for forgiveness but merely that you say your last goodbyes to a man who will be sorely missed and who gave everything he had to prove his loyalty to the men he thought mattered the most, Xavier and Xander Dominjon, the Alphas he wished to serve.”
something The pack turned and looked at the both of us. I cleared my throat knowing that it was expected that we each say in his memory. “Malcolm was a loyal friend, brave to the end, and deserving of being our Beta,” my voice choked slightly. “His death is solely placed on those who have caused it. Isabelle and Heather Ramona will be found” I glanced around the pack, taking in the miserable expressions, wincing as the sobbing grew louder from Malcolm’s parents, “and we will seek justice for him. I am sorry for your loss, but know that he was courageous and someone to be proud of” I told them softly as they nodded, tears trailing down their cheeks.
Malcolm had been a son they could be proud of. He was also a single child and there would now be nobody to carry on the family line, causing further anguish for his parents. I gritted my teeth, feeling anger rising inside of me and the urge to lash out, but knowing that it was highly inappropriate at this moment to do so.
Regan is silently sobbing, her hand to her mouth. Xander clears his throat, looking as though he’s on the verge of losing his self–control. “I admired Malcolm for being such a good friend, for having the courage to stand up for what he believed in, and for remaining loyal, not just to us, but to our father the Alpha. He will be sorely missed, and I hope that the moon goddess grants him a next life, worthy of such a great man” he blurted out, his voice cracking at the end.
We were all struggling to maintain our composure. As it was Regan’s touch was doing a lot to keep us calm and grounded. Otherwise, who knew what we would have done or acted?
“May the moon goddess watch over you and guide you into a peaceful afterlife” Regan whispers, her voice shaking from raw emotion.
“Thank you for your kind words” Malcolm’s mother manages to say, before weeping profusely and burying her head in her husband’s shoulders.
Kind words could never make up for what they were going through. My father continued to look ashamed, his guilt overwhelming. No amount of protesting this wasn’t his fault was getting through to him. He continued to blame himself. As though he’d had some choice in the matter.
“Please, those that would like to, step up to the pyre and bid farewell to Malcolm for the last time” my father’s voice is loud, his eyes glancing around the pack, a look of expectancy on his face.
This is a ritual, a tradition and I know that everybody here will want to bid goodbye to Malcolm
His parents are the first to go up. As the flames continue to burst, I see his mother throw a rose into the pyre and say something, followed by her husband. One by one, pack members proceed to do the same. My father stands steadfast, his expression stoic. Malcolm was well loved by the pack and it’s evident by those who attended, those who didn’t the elderly or children. I feel my heart give a pang. This was difficult, harder than I had imagined. Malcolm had been a friend since high school. I bit the inside of my lip to prevent myself from crying, determined not to show weakness in front of the pack. gently putting an arm around Regan, whose face was awash with tears.
Xander is beside her, his expression pained. The pack members begin to slowly disperse back to their homes. Soon only Malcolm’s parents, my father, Xander, Regan, and I remain. The fire continues to burn. We stand, blindly watching We won’t leave until the fire burns itself out and until there is nothing left but ashes. Until no sign of Malcolm remains. It’s a long night. We hold hands with our mate, while Regan continues to sob, Malcolm’s mother sinking to her knees at one point, unable to bear looking at her son as he burned in front of her. She should have been spared this, I thought blankly, no mother should have to see such a sight and I closed my eyes, unable to look anymore, my own vision becoming blurry as I continued to fight back tears.
My father’s face grows wretched. Eventually, Malcolm’s parents can’t take anymore and stumble towards their homes, their eyes streaming with tears. My father could do the same, but he refuses, gripping both hands together, forcing himself to remain. I put a hand on Regan’s shoulder.
“This should never have happened” Regan’s voice breaks “Malcolm didn’t deserve this.”
I pulled her into me, embracing her tight. “I know but we will find Isabelle and Heather and make them pay for this,” I told her gently.
They weren’t going to get away with what they had done.
“It’s not enough” she whispered, sniffling. “Malcolm always thought he would die against a rogue agack or defending you guys. They,” She looked up at me and there was anger in her eyes, “they caused this. It’s not fair” she sobbed.
“I know” I whispered, feeling a lump in my throat “I know, and I can’t make it better Regan. I can’t bring him back.” God knew I wanted to. I had begged the moon goddess over and over again to bring Malcolm back; to admit she had made a mistake, to negotiate with her. I had even offered to sacrifice myself in order to have him return but the moon goddess had never answered. I had a feeling if Regan found out the depths I had gone to, she would be angry, but I couldn’t stop feeling guilty.
“The fire is beginning to burn out” my father’s voice is quiet, interrupting us.
We look at the fire and sure enough, it’s beginning to slow down, the flames a lot less high than they were before. I swallow hard. There is nothing but ashes now. Malcolm’s spirit has left his body and is in the hands of the moon goddess.
“May you find peace Malcolm” I wished out loud.
“May you be our friend again in the next afterlife” Xander chokes out.
“May we give you the justice you deserve” Regan spits out, her voice dripping with venom.
My father bows his head. “I hope one day you can forgive me for what I did. May the moon goddess bless you and know that I will always take care of your family” he said.
No more was said. My father signaled for us to go. I glanced at Regan and nodded subtly at Xander. She was beyond exhausted and so pale I feared she might break if we touched her wrong. I began to guide her back to the packhouse, feeling numb inside. As yet, there had been no sightings of Isabelle and Heather, but it was only a matter of time, I thought, until we
got our hands on them and when we did….no amount of begging was going to persuade me to grant them mercy. Malcolm’s death was on their hands and I would make sure they knew that.
