Werewolf’s Heartsong by Dizzy izzy

Chapter 118

Alora’s POV con’d

I never really thought about how my father new instantly that I had been tortured, thinking it was purely due to the amount of scars worn on Selena’s skin. When we had transformed into our Sprites during our training I hadn’t paid attention to the scars on his skin.2

I thought back to the battle now, and forced myself to pay attention to the scars this time. When I did, I couldn’t hold back my gasp of horror and the anguish that seemed to come with it. A tear escaped and trailed down my cheek.

My mate seeing this, gathered me onto his lap holding me close “What is it mate, what has you so upset?” he asked me in a worried tone.

I looked up into his eyes, tears on my lashes, my sorrow clear to see. (This novel will be daily updtaed at www.noveljar.com)”I know his scars, they are like mine.” I buried my face in his chest and cried silent sobs of grief, for my father, and for myself. My tormentors were mostly gone and dead, there was only one left. My fathers tormenter was his mother in law, and she was still alive. It made me angry.

Suddenly the tears dried as my anger began to rise, but it wasn’t just my anger and demand for justice I felt, it was Selena’s and Xena’s too. He was our father, and though we barley knew him…we understood him, and felt deeply for him already. How could we not, our connection was now just that much deeper with this new revelation. I needed to get back, I suddenly really wanted to hug my father, and my new mom. 2

My mate, sensing my emotions stood with me in his arms, he let my legs down gently till my feet touched the floor and I was able to stand on my own. He didn’t let me go though, he kept his arm wrapped around me, providing a much needed comfort. He was a wonderful caring male, he would never leave me in distress if it was in his power to help dispel it.

The others had silently watched our entire exchange, they wore varying expressions ranging from curiosity and worry to shared sorrow. They were all family and friends, more than I ever expected to have. This just meant there were more people I was now dedicated to protecting. I would need to study the things in here and remember the knowledge collected over my past lives. I would need to have us prepared to take on the Black Magic Coven.

once more. We started walking back to the training grounds, the crowd was large and loud. The atmosphere was light and lively, I tried not to let my sorrow keep me

more grateful now than ever before that she chose to love me, and adopt me as her daughter. She fought for what she believed in, and stood up for those she

what there relationship was like before my father. What had her home life been like? What was in her mothers past, that she was so afraid of

was a very powerful and extremely intelligent Witch. She had held a Council

it that has you thinking so hard my Starlight?” Damien asked me, his deep rumbly voice was gentle, and held his

how much I truly loved this male. I looked at his face, his eyes, his lips, studying him, taking in all his handsome and sexy features. “I was thinking about my new mom’s father, wondering how he was, I was also wondering what kind of relationship mom had with her mother before she met my father.” I tell him, my voice soft, I reach up and brush the one lock of black hair that fell against

out.” he advises. He gently grabs the hand I used to brush his hair back with, and brings it to his lips, placing a gentle kiss

as his pupils got bigger and his eyes started to glow. He breathed in deep, taking in my scent, the glow

to his lips and the hunger I started to feel became to much of a temptation, I had to kiss him.

bit, but it only got worse. My core was throbbing to every beat of my heart, it was getting wetter by the second. I moved one of my hands up and buried my fingers in his hair on the back of his head

hand up to the back of my head, digging his fingers into my hair and gripping it like I did his. (This novel will be daily updtaed at www.noveljar.com)The sensation sent a whip

going to burst into flames and die. Every nerve was on fire, every one of my cells cried out and my core throbbed empty, calling out to be filled by him. He pulled his mouth

him again but he held me in place, his

of his face. His body was almost trembling with need as he held back with effort. He leaned down and pressed his nose into my mark and took a deep breath in, then he let

pants a little “I don’t think we will

flames of arousal over every nerve in my body. “What’s happening?” I asked