Werewolf’s Heartsong by Dizzy izzy

Chapter 22

Chapter 22

Darien’s POV

After our orders were taken we settle down to wait for our food and drinks. Then Elder Silas had put that brief case on the table. Telling my father about the paper work inside. Then my father turns to Alora. With every word Alora loses color. We’re all looking in their direction because of the information given.

Because of the Will left by her grandfather, Alora is now the owner of the most historic property of all the Northern Continental Wolves. As she is signing and initialing in her new name I noticed something was wrong. She’s not saying anything. The expression on her face is frozen, and she’s too pale.

After she signed it all, the only thing

she said was “I’m free.” I heard the shock in that voice, the hesitant belief. Then she looks at me. Her eyes are glassy, she looks like she’s about to break. “I’m finally free.” is the last sentence to pass her lips before she’s falling out of her chair, Serenity lets out a startled scream as I jump out of my own chair to catch Alora, my father on her other side.

My father sits on the floor to cradle her against his chest. My mom kneels down next to him. “Oh the poor girl, how much has she gone through that freedom makes her faint.” she asks tears in her voice. “I don’t know my dear, but she’ll be protected now.” responded dad.

“How do we bring her back around?” asks Serenity. “We have the last of our Tournament fights after the break.” she reminds me. Crap! The fights! Alora would be so pissed if we

missed them. I think of something, I turn to my mate and I kissed her, forcing myself to keep it light and not drown in a fire of need.

“I’ll be right back I need to run across the street real quick.” I tell her as I jump up and run out of the restaurant. There is one thing I know will work, and it’s so simple. Coffee, organic dark roast with cinnamon and nutmeg, lightened with a vanilla flavored coconut milk creamer and several scoops of sugar. I get to the shop and buy the coffee.

I open the lid on the coffee and waive it under her nose, her

longer, then I see a smile form on her face. “See, I

 

you know that would work?” she asks. “Because she’s addicted to coffee, but not just

coffee preference. “Well someone has to tell Darien, I’m not a coffee snob. I just have high standards for good coffee.” I look down,

her hands over her face and brakes into a fit of giggles. It makes me smile. This she wolf is so beautiful, I

 

like my dick was going to shatter any moment, my wolf wasn’t doing

made me more eager to claim her, especially when she kicked ass. Goddess her ass, so perfect and round with the right amount of bounce and sway as she walked. I could feel myself dripping out of

I need, a wet spot show casing exactly how needy for my mate I am. Not that anyone couldn’t smell it, we are werewolves after all, a heightened sense of smell was a given. Doing math equations and reciting the duties of an

during lunch.

at me with a smirk on his face. The old bastard knows exactly what I’m going through, then he looks at my mother and I look away. I’ve heard them plenty of times through their bedroom wall to know they still had a very active sex life. Not something I wanted to think about while eating.

this time around. This form was not easy to hold. It took dedication and discipline to fight in this form. The half form was stronger and built for battle. For the fighters who had mastered this form this portion of the tournament would be there last chance

the Alpha Class in her half

trained with the Pack Warrior’s normaly. This year dad had the pack’s elite Training Master working with us. Master Brock Stonemaker was a big powerful wolf. He was trained with dad

were always improving, saying “The world halts for no one.” meaning we needed to adjust as the world continued to change.

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