Chapter 26
As I approach my apartment, I notice Alaric’s fresh scent trail leaving the front door. Instead of going home, I decide to follow that. I find myself walking up two flights of steps to the top floor and walking down a long corridor. Alaric’s scent trail enters the last door on my left, room seven-zero-eight.
Another scent, one I recognise as Dharia’s, surrounds the door, and I hesitate before I knock. Although the scent is older and beginning to stale, this is the reason I‘ve avoided his place and why I’ve wanted us to stay at my place. I can only imagine what smells I would notice if I were to enter.
Sighing, I put on my big girl pants and knocked. Alaric opens the door a few seconds later.
“Hi. Come in,” Alaric says, taking a step to the side for me. I nod and walk through the door.
The room is not what I expect. Firstly, it’s a corner room, and instead of having one balcony at the end of the rectangle room, I can see, from my position in the room, a wrap-around balcony starting from the living room and following the kitchen and dining area. Behind that, to my current left, is a wall, which I assume is where the bathroom is. In front of me, close to the front door, is a king-sized bed, neatly made, beyond which are the living quarters. This place is much nicer than my own.
“Nice,” I comment.
“Yeah. I um. I got hungry and wanted something in my freezer. Are you hungry?” Alaric asks, walking further into the room.
“No thanks,” I reply. Alaric sits down on the couch, but I remain standing. The room goes quiet, and I examine my shoes as if they’re the most fascinating things in the world.
“I should go,” I say.
“Please stay,” Alaric begs as I begin to turn around. My shoulders drop and I sigh. This place, with Dharia’s scent, makes me feel uncomfortable. Reluctantly I turn around and sit near Alaric on the other couch.
“This place smells like her,” I say, looking around. And there are scent trails everywhere.
“She was my friend,” Alaric says.
“Yeah but… her scent is everywhere. I can see it. It’s like she intentionally rubbed her body against the walls…”
“I should get the room cleansed,” Alaric comments.
“Yup. You should,” I nod because I feel uncomfortable.
“Evie…” Alaric says, making me glare at him. I’m not sure what’s changed, but I’m beginning to hate that he calls me by that name.
“I’m sorry I said what I did before… about you not having enough experience as a Delta. I’ve just come back and been swamped at the moment. When you left, it gave me some time to think, and yeah. I’m overwhelmed. I got some bad news today and… I don’t know what to think…”
“What news?” I ask.
“The Southern Rangers can’t come. They’ve been held up by the pack they’re at. But the case…”
“What case? And what are rangers?” I ask, cutting him off.
“Your case. When the Royal Council came to interview you, me and the pack, they recommended that the Southern Rangers come out and help lead some training as well as overhaul the command,” Alaric sighs. “The Rangers are like Elite Deltas. They’re chosen from the cream of the crop, so I guess that they’ll be other second-born alphas or betas.”
Alaric is also a second-born Beta, so knowing that other second-borns will be judging him and telling him how to do things must feel like a slant against his ability, and his pride.
“You’ve never heard of Rangers before?” Alaric asks. I shake my head.
“I’ve been without a pack for five years, remember?”
“The Rangers were created three years ago, for when the Royal Guard couldn’t help. There are two Ranger groups. The Southern Rangers and the Northern Rangers. But now that the Southern Rangers can’t come… well I’ve been told the Northern Rangers might be assigned instead… and I’m nervous. Because you’re right, Evie, our border patrol is lax. It didn’t improve after the territory war. I’ve tried. But I’ve been meeting obstacles with every change I’ve tried to implement!”
I watch as Alaric buries his face in his hands.
“You should… they should respect you. They know who your father is, right?”
“They know who my father is, yes. But I’m not him. I went to Alpha Training Academy too. I even did better than Dad. But do the older Deltas care? Nope. I’ve tried Evie! But I feel like the walls are closing in on me, and it’s frustrating! And I’m sorry I took it out on you when I should be protecting you! And that’s fucking frustrating too!”
I reach for his hand and squeeze it.
“I can help you, Alaric. If you let me,” I say. Alaric nods.
“Thank you. But how, what can we do?”
“Well… I’m thinking that the first thing these Rangers are going to do is go through your command with a fine-tooth comb. I think we need to be proactive. Start making changes to show them we’re trying. But first, we need to get you a decent-sized office, with a conference table, and a conference room.”
“But… how…”
“Leave it to me,” I say. I already have a plan in place, because it’s something I’ve been thinking about since I first noticed the size of his office, but I’ll need Alpha Jed’s approval first. I spend the next ten minutes telling Alaric my ideas, and by the end, he’s grinning.
“I didn’t know that. You’re brilliant!” Alaric says when I finish. That compliment makes me blush. I’ve been called brilliant by many wolves, by famous wolves regarding my music, but this compliment from my mate is ten times better.
“When would you like to start?” I ask.
“Tomorrow?” I nod at Alaric’s question. I wanted to visit Chloe because I’ve been a bad friend and haven’t visited her since I’ve come back from Sierra. But I could do that after.
“Alaric… there’s something else… that I wanted to talk to you about. Two things… uh.” I begin. I’m fucking nervous but I have to tell him either way. Alaric takes my hands and runs circles on the top with his thumbs. I make the effort, which is huge because of how I’m feeling, to look him in the eyes. But I can’t hold it.
“I’m scared,” I admit.
“Scared? Of what?” Alaric asks. This is it. The big reveal. I take a breath and look at him again.
“Of us. Of… Dharia. I know she’s coming back next week… and I’m scared,” I say, blinking the tears that brim in my eyes.
“Please don’t be scared. You don’t need to be scared. I’m here, I’m not going anywhere. I want you,” Alaric pleads.
“Will you choose her though? Over me? You said you wouldn’t choose between us, but you did. You chose her. I – I…” I stammer, tears falling down my face. I pull out of his hands and lean back into the couch. I can’t watch him include her in his life. I don’t want that.
“Evie… Evie! She was my friend. Was. At least, that’s what I thought. But she was feeding me love potions. For years. Me choosing her, was because of that. Because the potion was working. She had to make it stronger because it wasn’t working with you though… and when I realised what she had done… I got proof in the hospital- one of the nurses there is a witch…”
“Lisa,” I supply.
“Lisa,” Alaric acknowledges.
“You know?” he asks. I nod.
“Rhiannon told me. I spoke with her today,” I admit. Alaric looks thoughtful.
“I’m glad she spoke to you. I wanted to tell you, but I didn’t know how. The bottom line is, I don’t want her. I want you. I’m falling in love with you, Evie. Your light, your smile. Going to Sierra with you was the best thing we’ve done together, despite the circumstances… Getting to know you… Even if we weren’t fated, I’d still want you.”
“You’d choose me?” I ask. Because that’s my biggest fear. Alaric nods.
“I’ve fallen in love with you,” he says, pulling me close to the edge of the couch so that I’m positioned with him between my legs. I hadn’t even noticed he’d come closer to me.
“I’m, I’m in love with you too,” I admit, serving my heart to him on a silver platter.
“Good. Because, Evie Daniels, you’re mine. Only mine. And I’m yours,” Alaric says, leaning in for a kiss.
“That’s the other thing,” I say, pulling away before our lips make contact. Alaric gives me a questioning look.
“My name. It’s not Evie Daniels,” I admit, looking into his blue-browns.
“I um. When I left my pack, I did it because I knew I wouldn’t survive if I stayed. I think, no I’m sure, my first mate was killing me. Which is why I think you kissing Dharia caused so much damage…”
“Evie! I am so sorry! But it was the spell, I swear! I’d almost forgotten who you were. And when I saw you on the bathroom floor, I wasn’t sure, although I sort of knew you were mine, but I wasn’t…” Alaric says, cupping my face. I shake my head and move out of his hands.
“I know it was a spell, now. But that’s not what I’m talking about. Alaric- I left my pack because I knew I was going to die if I stayed. And when I came to the first town after leaving, I decided that going home would be a death sentence. So… so I changed my name,” I gasp, the truth finally out. Tears are streaming down my face and I’m bawling. Alaric wraps his arms around me, making me feel warm and safe as I try to stop myself from crying.
“Your name’s not that bad right, I mean, it’s not something like May Day, is it? Plenty O’Toole? Miss Goodthighs?”
“Wha- what?” I ask, looking at him.
“Mary Goodnight, Dr. Holly Goodhead?” Alaric smirks.
“What are you talking about?” I ask.
“Your name. It’s not as bad as a James Bond character, right?” he asks. I can’t help but laugh. I remember those types of movies from a century ago. The female characters all had strange names.
“No. Not like that. But really?” I ask. Alaric shrugs.
“Dad and I had a James Bond session when I was a teen. We watched all the movies back-to-back,” Alaric smiles. I shake my head.
“No. My name is nothing like that. It’s Georgianna Evangeline Athentree,” I admit. Alaric says nothing for a little while but then smiles.
“That’s a mouthful,” he says.
“It is,” I nod.
“So, not Pussy Galore, then?” he asks, making me laugh.
“No. Sorry.”
“Damn. Well, my full name is Alaric Jason Erstad. But I think you beat me in length. Hello Georgianna, nice to meet you, I’m Alaric,” he says, offering me his hand.
“Hi, Alaric,” I smile.
“It suits you better than Evie. But can I call you Georgie?”
I smile. I like the sound of my name coming from his lips.
“I’d like that,” I admit.
“Good,” he says, leaning over and kissing me. I kiss him back before stopping.
“Alaric, you know you could google me and find out everything about me,” I tell him. Alaric shakes his head before rubbing his hands up my legs.
“I only want to know what you tell me,” He says. I nod.
“I’m a, kind of, uh, music prodigy. I’ve um, performed for the Werewolf Royal family,” I admit.
“Really? How old were you when you did that?” Alaric asks.
“Six,” I admit. Alaric makes a surprised whistle.
“Wow. I’ve got myself a famous mate,” he says.
“I wouldn’t say that” I admit.
“I bet you are… Georgie?”
“Yeah?”
“I choose you. Every time, from this day onwards. You are mine, and I’m yours. You’re stuck with me,” Alaric says.
“I’m stuck with you?” I ask.
“Yup. Whether you like it or not.”
“I think I can deal with that,” I admit, pressing my lips towards his for another kiss.
Our mouths open and Alaric dips his tongue in straight away. The kiss changes from soft and sweet to more forceful and needy. Without thinking, I push my hips forward, sliding near the edge of the couch to rub my groin against his. Alaric responds by pumping his hips back and forth and I moan. My hands go to his hair and I whimper as his mouth leaves mine and begins attacking my neck in warm nips and kisses.
“Alaric,” I moan. I want this. I do.
“Alaric,” I say again. He pulls away and looks at me. Something in my eyes makes him grin, and suddenly I’m being lifted and carried towards the bed.
“Alaric,” I yelp, as he lifts me.
My back falls onto the soft mattress but I don’t let go of his hips with my legs. He rubs himself against my jeans and the thought of him wearing too many clothes makes me blush. I feel my vagina throb in anticipation and I want him.
“Not, not here,” I beg as Alaric begins to make a meal out of my neck.
“No here?” he asks. When I nod, he suddenly stands up leaving cool air to land on my body. But I’m not given much time to feel remorse because suddenly he lifts me as if I weigh nothing and hauls me over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold.
“Alaric!” I cry. He’s moving out the door of his room and I barely manage to make the door click shut as we walk away.
“Alaric. You’re embarrassing me!” I yell, hitting his back with my fists and kicking my legs. This results in a smack on my bottom.
“Hey!” I yell.
“What my baby wants, my baby gets,” Alaric replies.
“Let me down! Let me go!” I yell. Such a neanderthal. Alaric doesn’t respond, instead, he’s walking to the elevators and standing in front of them. Anyone could see us right now.
I go to hit him again when he begins walking into the elevator. Hmm. Nice arse. I like the way his glutes move as he walks. The elevator jerks to a stop and I make a noise as Alaric’s shoulder blade digs into my stomach.
“Hi,” Alaric says as the elevator opens. I cover my face in embarrassment, grateful that I can’t be seen.
He walks out of the elevator, his butt looking extra-gorgeous.
“Why have you stopped kicking?” Alaric asks as we take two steps into the hall.
“No reason!” I reply.
“No reason?” he asks.
“Yup. No reason,” I nod, although he can’t see me. Suddenly I’m being slid down his torso, every bump, and I mean every bump, being felt as I’m being righted on my feet.
“Hey. Your face is red,” Alaric remarks.
“Oh really?” I state, pulling my shirt down properly.
“Really,” he copies. I step backwards as he steps forward, my back meeting the wall behind me.
“I think I need to do something about that,” Alaric says, pressing his lips needily against my own. I moan as our kiss deepens. Alaric’s hands are all over me, and although I love the feel of his big hands against my body, we’re in public.
“Alaric,” I groan. He doesn’t respond.
“Alaric! Alaric, not here,” I tell him, as he sucks on my neck. I can’t help but moan.
“Why not? We’re all werewolves,” Alaric responds, his breath tickling my neck.
“No,” I say, pushing him off me.
“You’re no fun,” Alaric says, running his hands down the back of my thighs and attempting to pick me up. I help by jumping up around his waist and wrapping myself around him like a koala, burying my face in his neck.
Alaric carries me to my room, adjusting my weight with his hands as he presses the code for the door. I’m lying on my bed before I know it, his mouth against mine.
“Georgie, I want you so bad,” Alaric breathes huskily. He stops what he’s doing and looks into my eyes. I nod, making him smile. He kisses me quickly, then begins to take his shirt off before taking off my own.
Alaric kisses me again, shifting us so that I am now lying on my back on my bed. I allow my hands to glide up and down the bumps of his chest before going to the hem of his jeans. Quickly, I unzip him, his penis pushing hard against the material. I pull down on his pants, pushing them over his nice tight arse and as far down his legs as I can manage. Alaric stops, and I watch him kick his shoes and socks off before taking his pants off entirely.
His scent of arousal permeates the air and I feel my core heat up in need. Alaric leans down to kiss me but I push him back, the next step is something I’ve thought about doing since he licked me out in his forest house.
Alaric gives me a questioning look, which I ignore, shuffling my bottom closer to the edge of the bed so that I can closer to his hips. I lick my lips as I see his cock peek out from the hem of his boxer shorts. I’ve never seen a penis in real life before, and what I want to do, I’ve only read in books. The thought of having his cock in my mouth though makes me salivate.
I look up at him and smile before slowly pulling his boxers down past his hard length. His cock is big and ugly. It looks so alien-like, and I can see why they call the head helmet-shaped because it looks like a helmet. Pre-cum surfaces from his helmet head, and I slowly lick it off, taking in the unfamiliar salty taste. I look up at Alaric again before I bend down and take another lick of the slit at his head. I kiss the tip, before placing the whole thing in my mouth. His head fills my mouth and I feel my jaw stretch in unused pain just to take his head in. It’s when I finally grab his shaft with my free hand that Alaric makes a noise, and I inwardly smile. Slowly, I begin to flick my tongue against the tip of his cock head, pumping my hand up and down as I go. I apply more pressure to my hand as I continue to play with the tip of his head in my mouth.
I slurp his head out of my mouth and make open kisses down his shaft, exploring the hard veins of his cock with my tongue as I come back up. My hand is now on his balls as I explore.
“Baby,” Alaric moans. I smirk before going back to his cock head and sucking the top part into my mouth. I suck, then slide his cock out while I apply pressure with my mouth. I do these another three times, moving lower down his penis as I go. His cock hits my tonsils which makes me gag, but I like it too much to stop. I breathe through the gagging, taking more and more of him into my mouth.
My jaw hurts and my lips are stretched to their limits, but I want to make this good for him. I go back to playing with the sucking and sliding out while pumping my hand up and down his lower shaft because I don’t think I could take it all in at once.
“Fuck, baby,” Alaric moans. The more I suck, the more I wonder if I’m doing it right, because in all the books I’ve read, they come pretty quickly, and this is hard work!
“I want to finish inside you,” I hear Alaric say as I continue to suck on his cock. I let his cock pop out of my mouth.
“Was that okay?” I ask. Alaric looks at me with hooded eyelids.
“Yes, baby, but I want to come inside you. Can I come inside you?” he asks.
“Alaric, I’m a virgin,” I admit, my cheeks flushing with embarrassment.
“I know. We can stop if you want,” he says. I quickly shake my head.
“No. I want you inside me,” I say, making him grin.
“Thank goddess because if you’d have said no I would have had to have a shower!” Alaric exclaims, making me laugh.
“Take your pants off and shuffle back on the bed,” Alaric instructs. I do as he says, kicking my clothes to the floor.
I feel so vulnerable as Alaric saunters over me, naked. He kneels between my legs, placing one hand at a time next to my head.
“This might hurt, but you can say stop anytime, okay?” Alaric asks. I nod. Alaric doesn’t take his eyes off me as I feel his cock-head push into my entrance. I feel myself stretch around him, and I squeeze my eyes together through the pain.
“Look at me baby,” he says. I open my eyes. Alaric presses his lips against mine and I gasp as he pushes further inside me. Suddenly I feel completely full, and then he’s pulling out before pistoning back inside me again.
“You like that baby? You like my big cock inside you?” he asks.
“Tell me, do you like my big cock inside me?” he asks again.
“I like your big cock inside me,” I reply. Alaric grins kisses me and then quickens his pace.
“How about now?”
“Yes,” I cry out. I wrap my legs around his waist as Alaric continues to pound into me, my hands on his shoulders as his body rocks.
“You like it fast baby? Or slow, like this?” Alaric asks, slowing right down. I growl.
“Faster Alaric. Faster!” I beg. Alaric chuckles and quickens his pace again. I have to relax, I have to, but this sensation inside me is building up and I can’t. I just can’t. I can’t and…
“Oh my, fucking hell Alaric!” I scream. The tension got too much and I’ve exploded past a point of no return. I feel my body tense as I hold on to Alaric tightly, digging my claws into the skin of his shoulders. Alaric continues to pump into me until he then grunts, lowering himself on top of me.
Our bodies are wet with sweat, and our chests rise and fall as air tries hard to get into our lungs. I look up at Alaric, his eyes are closed, his mouth ajar and the strands of his hair wet.
“Fuck, babe. Georgie. That was fucking, the best… fuck…” Alaric says, opening his eyes.
“Are you okay?” he asks. I nod.
“You?” I ask.
“Yeah. Fuck. You were worth the wait,” Alaric says, pressing his lips against mine. I open my mouth for him and he dives right in with his tongue, this time more gentle and loving.
We kiss for a little bit before Alaric rests his forehead on mine.
“I love you, Miss Georgianna Athentree,” Alaric says.
“I love you too,” I reply. Alaric smiles and then pulls himself out of me, making me cry from the loss.
“Do you want to shower?” He asks, rolling next to me on the bed.
“No. Do you?”
“I just want to hold you,” Alaric says.
“Then hold me,” I reply, moving away from the wet patch. Alaric laughs when he notices what I’m doing.
“Come on, let’s get under the covers before we get cold,” he suggests. We lift the sheets on the right side of the bed and shimmy underneath them. Alaric pulls me into his chest and holds me close.
“I choose you,” I hear Alaric say as exhaustion from tonight’s activities lulls me into a deep sleep.
