Werewolf’s Heartsong

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 Content held by NôvelDrama.Org.

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 rush into the restaurant and kneel down next to my dad. I open the lid on the coffee and waive it under

her nose, her nose starts twitching, “This

should bring her back.” I tell everyone. It’s not much longer, then I see a smile form on her face. “See, I

told you it would do the trick.” I turned to Serenity, gloating a little.

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

coffee, the snob has to have organic dark roast.” I tell her.

Alora stirs, my parents are relived and glad she’s awake and tell her so. Then she makes that

comment, that same one she uses to defend her 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, right into her eye before

enunciating one word. “Snob.” with a straight face. I hear a snort next to me.

My mate slaps both her hands over her face and brakes into a fit of giggles. It makes me smile. This

she wolf is so beautiful, I can’t wait till I have her all to myself. I had plans that involved us staying in

bed for a month. Damn she makes me so hard,

I felt like my dick was going to shatter any moment, my wolf wasn’t doing much better. He’s been

howling to claim his mate since this morning.

The touches and kisses we’ve been able to claim so far were not enough. And fighting only 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 my tip a bit.

Shit, that was the last thing 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 Alpha had me calming down enough I could sit

comfortably

during lunch.

I look up and my dad is staring 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. The thought of mom and dad getting it on helps take care of the rest of my erection. I start

thinking about the fight ahead.

We were to be in our half forms 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 to make it up in the ranks.

Alora hasn’t trained with the rest of the Alpha Class in her half form. 3

She had trained with our Pack’s top warriors in that form, only the Seniors Alpha Class Fighters 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 and his Beta by his father.

He became Training Master when his father had retired.

His entire line had passed the position from Father to son since the First Alpha. They would add new

techniques as they were discovered. They were always improving, saying “The world halts for no one.”

meaning we needed to adjust as the world continued to change. He had trained Damien before he had

left for the University. I knew he was sad to see one of his favorite students go.

But I watched how ecstatic he became at being told he would be Alora’s trainer, having already met

Alora by then. I knew his excitement was because of how closely she resembled the First Alpha. Then

when she had her blood test done, proving her a Heartsong, he beamed with pride like he knew it all

along, declaring “I knew it! She’s always been special.” in a boastful tone. She was my best friend, I’ve

always know she was special.

I’m glad my mate likes her, it means Alora has one more friend. Then I look at my mates brothers, three

more friends, she now has three more friends. Good. She deserves it. For years I’ve stayed by her

side, and for years I have watched her pain. So much pain. All those times I would smell fresh blood, all

those times she would walk, stand or sit funny. Yet I have never seen her break….until

today. But then, after all she’s been through, and that’s with just what she’s told me, and what I’ve

found out on my own, she was due for one.

I don‘t understand how Xena was able to do what she did for Alora, but I was grateful for it. When she

woke back up she was put back together, but changed. It was a good change, I could sense that much,

and now she was free from her parents and sister. We just had to go with her to collect her things after

our last match.

Thinking of the matches has me thinking of my mate. “I wonder what her half form looks like” Axel said.

Making me think about it too. She’d be covered in all that vibrant red fur. Her wolf was powerful, so I

had no doubt that power would make itself visible in her half form as well. Oh and the curves that form

would have. I growl softly thinking about it. Oops,

must not think such carnal thoughts in the middle of a restaurant sitting with your parents, I think to

myself.

“She‘ll be magnificent” I couldn’t help but reply to Axel. I’m glad I needed to focus on my match,

otherwise I’ll have blue balls the size of my head by the time I get home because of how much I desire

my mate. Maybe I can talk her into staying the night at the pack house I wonder. I have my own suite of

rooms away from my parents, and we’re both of age now. Shiti needed to get my head out of the

bedroom

Lucky for me the food had arrived, and that took my focus away from carnal pleasures to be had with a

mate. I look around at everyone, taking in their expressions, listening to their words and thinking. Then

I look back at Alora, I see a smile on

taking in their expressions, listening to their words and thinking. Then I look back at Alora, I see a smile

on her face. She’s happy now, that’s good. But she could be happier, she could be with a mate. I

wonder who the Goddess would bless to have Alora as his mate. “Who ever they are they better treat her as she deserves.” I say to myself.