0 comments/ 6012 views/ 4 favorites The Last Memory Ch. 01 By: Librato It was a rather slow night for the Crimson Red, the local bar of the street. Heh, maybe if it kept going this way, the owner could close early and go home. "Hey, boss? Could we talk?" suddenly said a voice by his right side as it grew closer, this one coming from a tall, slightly dark skinned man with light hazel eyes, and long, black dreadlocks; Long enough that he could even wrap them around his neck like a scarf. "Sure, Dirk. What's up?" Replied back the owner as he wiped a mug with a piece of cloth, slightly moving his head to meet Dirk's eyes with a friendly smile. "I was thinking...Well, the girls and I..." "Yeah, yeah... Get out already. But I want you guys here on Monday, alright?" said he as he rolled his eyes, laughing and looking up at his employee. "Thanks boss! You're awesome!" Just a moment after Dirk disappeared through the door with a sign that said STAFF ONLY, he came back with a couple of girls, them being identical twins with fiery, red hair, and slightly pale skin. Bright blue eyes beamed at him with joy as they stepped closer. The girls said their goodbyes with a kiss on each cheek of their boss, and they were just about to leave along with Dirk, and the owner thought the same...until a last customer, or three, came in. A curvy female with dark, short and stylish hair with yellow highlights and a sexy black dress covering what it could of her hourglass shaped body, her generous, to not say obscene bosom being barely retained as the cleavage of the dress left little to the imagination, while the two tall, bulky men behind her with black suits followed close, seeming like they were her bodyguards. "Hey, you guys are lucky! I was just about to...close..." The owner mused, his excitement dying quickly when he realized who had entered the place, even letting the glass on his hands drop on the stool with a loud thud. "...Something wrong, boss?" Asked Dirk once the girls left the bar, noticing the way the voice of his superior changed. "Should I stay?" "No." Shortly replied back the man behind the stool with his bright, orange eyes fixed on the woman that took a seat right before him. "Have a nice weekend, Dirk." Just as soon as his employee left, one of the tall suited males stepped closer to the front door, flipping the sign on it and setting it on CLOSED. Not only that, but he even stood right there, guarding the entrance. "...What do you want?" Asked the owner of the bar with a cold tone after a long silence, not being able to retain his anger. "My, how rude!" chuckled the mature woman as she leant forward to rest an elbow on the bar stool, looking up and down the man before her, clearly devouring him with her eyes. Tall, muscular, slightly tanned and with dark hair, this one stylishly unkempt and keeping a wave over the left side of his head. Three piercings adorned his right pointy ear, while a three day stubble now accompanied his short goatee. He was dressed in a form fitting black tee accentuating his well defined shape, while the short sleeves showed off that pair of strong, vascular arms...Although his left arm was now covered under intricate tattoos; not the way she remembered it. A simple, slightly worn out blue denim covered his thick powerful legs, and his shoes...Well, she didn't care about what he was wearing, actually. She just cared about what was under those clothes. "Been a while, Kev." Whispered the woman with a husky tone as she shamelessly bit her lower lip, even batting her long eyelashes at him, trying to put on her best not-so-innocent face. "One century. Put some years in." Replied him shortly once again. "And my, do they look good on you, dear! You were just a young lad when I last saw you and...m-mm! You're so big and ripe now." "Oh, please. Don't -dear- me. Evelyn, if you don't want a drink, I will have to ask you and your gorillas to kindly fuck off." growled him, accentuating the last words intentionally. At this, the -gorilla- that was standing behind her got clearly annoyed as he uncrossed his arms and stepped forward. Kevak sensed that those guys were short tempered, and being honest, he wanted nothing more but to clean the floor with their faces. The woman quickly sensed this when she saw the tender cracking his knuckles, and placed her small hand on one of those huge arms that belonged to her bodyguard to stop him on his tracks. "It's fine, don't worry. He's just a little stressed." Said the woman with a calm tone, still without taking her eyes off him. There was something different. He could feel it, and he was uneasy...but somehow, he couldn't help but stare back into her eyes. "Stressed?" He asked in what was barely a murmur after a long silence, followed by a deep, threatening growl. That was it. "STRESSED!? Let me remind you something, -dear-, since it seems like what was your brain is all rotten now. YOU used me for twenty years. TWENTY. YEARS." Kevak yelled, slamming a fist on the stool and making a couple of glasses to get some air until they landed back. He even showed off those sharp canines of him, a sign that he was nearly losing his mind. "And then what did you do? Oh, nothing much! Nothing but lock me up for God knows how long! You really have some balls to show up here, and you expect me to be all calm and peach-" "Oh, don't be childish now. I want a...hmm...How about a Devereaux 108?" She hummed as she tapped her lower lip with her index finger, rudely cutting off his words and acting like she hadn't done so. Shit. He didn't know if she was doing it on purpose, but the way she was looking at him, and the brand she just mentioned brought unwanted memories to his head. Too many, to be fair...and that stirred more than just his anger. Several memories of twenty years filled with depraved, dirty and lustful sex ran free in his mind. Memories of being used like a mere toy to sate the never ending hunger of a single woman. Memories that, although they would have been pleasing for any other man, were nothing but a nightmare to him. Now, getting his hands to work, he quickly set a deep glass and took the expensive, almost extinct wine from a high shelve, pouring a full glass, knowing that she was a heavy drinker. God help him, he was at arm's reach of crushing her neck right then and there...but he couldn't. He shouldn't. Something in the back of his head told him that wasn't right. "Evelyn, please. What do you want?" he sighed tiredly, frustrated, and gently stroking his temples with a hand. It had been a while since he had one of his monumental headaches, and Evelyn was especially good at making them pop up at random. The woman smiled gladily when she saw the bluish liquid on the glass, now slowly taking it in hand to sip a generous gulp from it, savoring it for a while, just to swallow and then leave the glass, once again, on the stool. "Ahh...Whew! Strong and sweet, just as I remember it! ...Don't you? It has such an...unique taste." Yup, she was doing it on purpose. She wasn't just talking about the drink. No. She was also repeating the same words she had used after their first encounter. The bitch was playing her old mind games with him again! "Is it really so hard to guess, Kevy boy?" laughed her after a long moment of silence, knowing that he knew the answer, but didn't had the guts to say it. Better said...His pride didn't let him. "I want you, of course. I want all of you, with whipped cream and a cherry on top. Oh! And another glass, too! Pretty please?" Her demand came out as a gentle, seductive purr, and he quickly retreated his hand from the stool when she tried to reach for it; Not again. He wouldn't fall like that again. Kevak simply knew her too well; all of her moves, all of her tricks...along with every curve, and every nook of her body. Suddenly, he began to laugh heartily, even crying a little from it, thing that caught Evelyn off guard. "Ha ha! S-seriously?" He barely said as the guy tried to catch his breath, fighting hard to keep his eyes open. "Is it so hard to believe?" Calmly replied her, still looking at him. "I'm not talking to you." Kevak cut off with a cocky grin, looking behind her at the shocked face the bodyguard behind her had. "Seriously buddy? You haven't seen this side of her? I thought you guys where the toy of the season! This is... This..gh...T-the...f...fuck..." One moment Kevak felt he had the advantage....and now...now he knew he was fucked since the moment she stepped inside the bar. Technically speaking, he already knew the situation he was in...but he needed something to make his dying hope believe the obvious. Like this, for example. Now he felt like a statue. He just couldn't move! Why? She never made physical contact with him! "...Good. I was getting worried for a second. It took longer than the last time." sighed the woman with a mischievous glint in her eyes, standing up from the chair and then chug down the rest of her drink. "Sweetie, you can go home. And you too; Don't worry, I'll be fine." Explained Evelyn to the couple of men that followed her, watching how the intrigued guys left without question, and even pulled down the heavy steel gate over the front door when they were outside. Once they were alone, Evelyn gently scratched the back of her head as she walked around the stool, now standing right before the petrified, slightly shaking guy. "I've always been intrigued by your unique condition..." purred out the woman as she placed both of her hands on his hips, leaning forward to gently kiss his jaw line. "You can resist my will, but not for too long. No one, and I mean no one had ever done such thing if just for a while...Oh...and, to be fair...I don't need to touch you to control you anymore. Hope that cleared things up, honey." She chuckled now, leaning up until she finally met his lips, kissing the confused man like she had never done so...and slowly stop when there was no reply to it. Kevak was paralyzed. He could barely move, and his gentle shaking was because his mind was fighting hard to tell his muscles to obey....but to no avail. He was at her mercy, sadly, once again, just like two centuries ago. "Sometimes I feel silly when doing that. Say, sweetheart, how about if you carry me to the staff restroom? Perhaps...we can have some fun once again. I'm...starving." she whispered the last words at his ear, even gently nibbling on his earlobe until she felt those strong hands gripping her slender waist, and lift her from the floor with little to no effort, now wrapping an arm behind her knees and the other behind her upper back. When he turned around to walk away from the bar stool, he accidentally swatted a couple of bottles with her feet, making them to fall down to the floor and shatter in countless pieces at the impact, thing that made her chuckle. Kevak was burning from the inside. He wanted nothing but to rip her to shreds, even though his own code told him to not harm any woman, unless it was really necessary... and Evelyn was on the top of that list. Once he was right before the door that said "Staff only", Kevak kicked the door open since his hands were occupied, now walking inside and stand right in the middle of the room, hearing how the door closed itself with a soft slamming sound. "Okay...now, put me down...gently please." Evelyn laughed, remembering how other guys simply threw her to the ground. At this, he did as he was told, now watching, helpless, how she walked around him, just like a hunter did to its prey. Just like she did last time. "It's been so long, Kev...So long without eating you...but...I'll just have a sample for now..." The woman simply laid a hand against his toned chest; even gently clawing at it right at the time she casually but firmly pawed and squeezed the fat bulge between the man's legs with her free hand. She stopped for half a second in clear surprise, amazed at the sheer size of his manhood. It seemed like some other things and grown as well, and it made her grin toothily up at him, leaving the poor guy feeling nothing but fear when he saw lust and hunger all written over her face. Although he swore to never fall under her tricks, he was just a man...and men were weak. The heavy lump of meat replied eagerly against that warm hand, twitching and slowly growing to attention; thing she clearly wanted. "Thaaaat's it dear...get all nice and hard for me...I can't wait to taste you again..." She giggled as she wrapped her right arm around his neck, now leaning up to reach for his face...yet it was not for a kiss. Her deep blue eyes turned almost into a bright, pale hue, just as she opened her mouth and began to inhale deeply, causing a pale, red mist to come out of his mouth...but it never reached her lips. A fist came out of nowhere to hit Evelyn right across the face, hard enough to throw her to the ground...without getting up. She was knocked out! "...And you'll have to keep waiting. Fuckin' bitch." Growled a woman as she rubbed the knuckles of the hand she used to knock the other unconscious. She was clearly pissed off...and she was gorgeous. Her hair was black as the night, long enough to reach her hips. Her skin was of a light tone, and she had a modest curvy shape...yet what really called the attention was that pair of bright emerald eyes. She was dressed in a simple, pale red tee with a black biker leather jacket on top, while her legs were covered under stylish jeans. "Seriously dude? I thought you had learnt your lesson." she sighed with a disappointed, yet loving sigh, now smiling (thing she rarely did) and getting closer to the dizzy and now free man, the same that stumbled backwards and fell on a nearby couch. "You owe me. BIG time." "...She didn't touch me." Quickly replied back Kevak without making pauses between words, one hand going up to his mouth to wipe it. He was really excited to see her again after so long, but as much as he wanted to get on his feet and hug the crap out of his lover, he simply couldn't. "Really, because she was all over you." mocked the girl with a short laugh, grunting as she lifted (or dragged) the unconscious woman towards a couch that was at the far end of the restroom, just to throw her atop it, and then tie her hands and ankles with two handcuffs. "Laila, she didn't touch me. And no, I didn't do it willingly." He quickly explained as soon as she saw her frowning. "She...has gotten better. I think...I think she does some crazy shit with her eyes now. It's the only possible explanation." Kevak repeated, blinking a couple of times as soon as he noticed the restraints. "Wait...where did you...?" "It's our anniversary, remember? I wanted to surprise you since I knew you would forget it. Besides, as soon as I got into the parking lot, I scented a Moroi inside the building...and I know very well why a Moroi would be in our bar." sighed the woman again while rolling her eyes, using a piece of cloth that was at hand as a blindfold, now stepping closer until she threw herself by his side. "I know you don't like any restraint-related things...but I thought...I thought that maybe I could show you how fun they are if used properly..." Laila explained as she blushed, making her pale cheeks to turn into a cute, soft pink. This was certainly new, and just listening to her explaining her dirty little plans turned him way more than he should have. It was also rare to see her so...shy about something as sex. This was an opportunity he couldn't let go so easily, and he slowly began to travel soft kisses from her neck to her chin, finally meeting her lips to then turn and innocent peck into a heated, lewd make-out session. He didn't even need to prod her lips with his tongue. "I missed you." She breathed hotly against his lips; she was literally coaxing him to do so, even releasing a quiet, desperate moan when her lips parted after talking, and he happily complied. Both of her arms wrapped around his wide shoulders, keeping his head in place to not let him pull away, not even if he needed to breathe. It had been a whole year since they had seen each other...and even if there was an unconscious wanton bloodsucker a couple of feet away from them, she wanted nothing more but to be his once again. "..We shouldn't...I mean—right...here." Kevak tried to whisper between passionate kisses, both of his hands going down to grab and squeeze that pair of round, plump cheeks, just in time as she began to grind against the heavy lump that was his painful erection. "Shut up." Laila demanded with a needy, low growl, pulling herself away enough to look into his eyes. Her inner instinct wanted to mate with her companion, to rut like wild animals, to engrave his scent on her body once again, and not even he could tell her to stop. Kevak understood that predatory look immediately, and he quickly moved his hands away for her perfectly round ass to roughly yank up her pale red top, leaving her almost D's bouncing free. They were such easy, alluring targets to his mouth, and in no time he had his head against her chest, licking, slurping and sucking at the firm tits of his lover. The woman voiced her appreciation with gentle moans, grabbing fists of his hair and pulling him tighter to her chest, not even paying attention when he tried to pull away so he could breathe. Even so, she slightly jumped on the spot when he bit one of her sensitive, pink and hard nipples, this being the only way he could catch his breath. "S-sorry." She chuckled as she eased the grip on his head, yet still held him on place. The way his dexterous wet muscle swirled and lapped against those thick little nubs drove her crazy, and in no time she was trashing against his stiff erection, grinding her covered pussy against him. Kevak couldn't understand why she just didn't ask him to strip off...but that was just when his nose caught a certain scent. Laila's scent, to be more precise...and she was in a lust frenzy. Her wolf side had fully kicked in, and although she hadn't shifted there was nothing but primal lust and the desire to fuck in her mind. It took him too long to notice, and now he couldn't tell her to move so he could bury his cock balls deep in her aching twat. If he so dared to say a word, Laila would pretty much snap and bite him. Not goring, but it would leave marks...and he already had enough of those. For now, he had to settle with the gorgeous girl enjoying herself on his lap until she came. But she wouldn't have the last word yet. One hand snuck down to her taut, flat belly, rubbing its way down until it found the start of her jeans, skillfully undoing the hem of her belt along with the button and the zipper of it in no time, now firmly sinking his hand down under her panties until he found what he was looking for. Laila's warm, wet entrance. The girl froze on his lap, and just before she growled at him, his index and middle finger buried themselves knuckle deep inside her warm pussy, just as his thumb began to trace firm, but slow circles around her sensitive clit. The image of the strong, fierce woman atop him melted into a moaning, shaking mess as he worked her entrance at a steady pace, pumping his fingers in and out of her in rhythm with his gentle nipping at her rosy nipples. The continuous moans from the girl told him that she was enjoying it, and as the pitch increased, he knew her impending orgasm was getting closer, until with an erratic spasm of her body and a weak cry of joy, her inner muscles convulsed and squeezed his fingers several times as waves of pleasure wrecked her to the core. Just as Laila began to twitch and enjoy the last rubs against her swollen little button, she began to whimper when her man simply stopped moving his hand...and his entire body. She even felt his massive erection deflating and returning to its normal self. It was not normal, and she knew it. Even her animal side realized this, and she softly nuzzled his head to know what was going on. The Last Memory Ch. 01 Nothing. No reply. She was starting to get worried...until she looked down to his face. Kevak was staring back with a serious, worried look at the corner where Laila had left the unconscious woman, and the girl on his lap was forced to look to the side as soon as her interest and her rational self poked in. When she turned around, she felt the same hollow sensation Kevak felt in the pit of his stomach. Evelyn was not there. The Last Memory Ch. 02 ***Author's Note*** Hey there guys and gals, sorry for the long wait! Anyhow, here's the second chapter of the story! Please comment, rate and enjoy! Librato ***** Laila couldn't believe it. What did just happen? More importantly: How de fuck did Evelyn managed to sneak away without them noticing? Oh, right...She was pretty much on automatic-mode and forgot about the passed out woman; and what a way to kill her orgasm. Sighing tiredly, the girl relaxed on the lap of her lover for a second, gently inhaling his scent as she nuzzled the top of his head, while both of her hands gently stroked his wide shoulders. Even so, her eyes were still fixed on the empty spot where that slut was lying on minutes ago. Under other circumstances, Laila could have killed her right there, but...heck, it was not that easy to clean a room. "Son of a bitch." Her lips murmured as she sat upright, pouting and frowning slightly while pushing her loose red top down to cover her breasts again. She would be back. Laila knew it, and she had to be careful....but not for her. For him. She knew Evelyn had no intention of harming her...or not physically. She knew the pain would be greater if she messed with Kevak directly. "I'm sorry gorgeous..." She heard Kevak saying with a pained look on his face, even looking down to the floor like a guilty puppy. Oh, how she loved it when he made that face! She couldn't help but laugh slightly at the way he took the blame on himself, now gently squeezing both of his shoulders, forcing the intrigued man to look up in time to meet her lips in a short, loving kiss. "Not your fault, handsome. Don't worry." Chuckled her against his lips as she stood up, zipping and buckling her jeans again. "But you still owe me, remember? That can wait, though. We have to..." Laila made a pause, her gentle smile turning into a notorious, cold line. "...Ugh...It's going to be a long night." "We have to find her." "We have to get you over dad's. She will find you anyway, and that way we will have more chances of catching her with the Alpha around." "Whoa whoa whoa...The old man is in town?" Asked Kevak as he waved both of his hands in a sign that meant she had to slow it down a notch, getting up and patting his crotch in an attempt to shift his bulge to a more comfortable position. "Why didn't you tell me?" Laila rolled her eyes in response, giving him a bored stare while she pulled something out of the left pocket of her jacket; her phone. "Wasn't that obvious? Everyone is in town. If I'm here it means they are, too." She knew that Kevak was slow at times, but it was starting to get really annoying. Now then, she still missed those little things of him, and that brought another smile to her face. "Kev, you better leave a note or something for Dirk. We will be gone for a while." One hand was focused on dialing a number on her phone as she spoke, the other one lying on her hip. "Wait a sec, gorgeous. Even though I'm glad to see you, I...I can't." What? "What do you mean you c-" "And here I thought you were the smart one." Kevak dared to tease with a faint grin as he interrupted her, but as soon as he noticed that Laila was way too serious it quickly died and made him cough awkwardly. "Evelyn can control people without touching anymore, remember?" He had a point. "What do you think that will happen if she enters a house full of Lycans and what have you? It will be a riot. I'm not worried for the Lycans. I'm worried about the others." "...Alright, I get it. But we have to do something though. I can't just leave you alone until that bitch finds you again." "And I certainly wouldn't like it if you did." Replied quickly the tall man as he searched around a small desk, until he found what he was supposedly looking for. A pen and a piece of paper. It took him less than a minute to write a simple note for his employee, to then take a stapler that was at hand reach and use it as a paperweight on the upper left corner. "You should tell Cal." "Reading my mind, aren't you?" She teased while she already had the phone pressed against her ear, this one ringing, and ringing, and ringing, and fucking ringing, until a stuttering voice answered. ***** "Y-yeah?" The man answered as best as he could, finding it hard to do as he sat comfortably on his old brown leathered office chair, holding the phone with his free hand as the other one was busy holding a fist of bright, almost platinum blonde hair to keep the eager head bobbing on his lap. "You just... You just l-left an hour ago. W-what is it?" "Hey. I need your.........wait, seriously? Are you serious Caleb?" "W-what? What's the problem?" "I can't fucking believe you! You just couldn't wait did you?" "Hey, it's n-not like you went to the bar to talk about business! Way to ruin my moment, hypocrite!" Growled Caleb as the girl that was chocking on his dick swallowed hard, squeezing and trying to milk him of all he had. Gods, he was so close! "...Don't blame me, blame Evelyn. We're coming over; Kevak and I." Sighed the voice of his sister at the other side of the line with an annoyed tone as she hung up. Wait...Did Laila just mention Evelyn? Shit. That was enough to make his cock soften, and it pained him to listen to the pretty girl on her knees whimpering as she noticed it, both of her hands gently clawing at his thighs in complaint. The view of her cheeks sucked in as she slurped his fat manhood from the mere base and up to the tip could have turned him on again...but not now. She understood this, and Irina slowly freed the member she had got acquainted with many times in the past with a lewd pop, along with a last kiss to the swollen purple head. "Hon? What happened?" She inquired, nuzzling his softening shaft as her steely blue eyes looked up to meet his green emerald hues. "Sorry babe, family problems." Caleb sighed as he straightened up on the chair, now releasing her golden locks to tenderly cup her right cheek and plant a kiss on her forehead. Act followed, he stood up as he helped the woman do the same, zipping back his pants and now buttoning up the short sleeved black shirt over his bulky, toned torso, not even caring that a thin film of sweat coated his skin. Irina could have felt offended by his comment since she was, technically, family, just like everyone else in the pack. The difference was that she knew he was talking about his blood relatives, and that eased up her anger. "I understand. I'll be here if you need me, like I'll always be." The slender, but graciously shaped woman said with one of her gentle smiles. "And that's why I love you. I'll get back to you as soon as I can, baby girl." Sweetly said to his lover while he brushed a couple stray locks of raven black hair from his face with a hand, grooming his shoulder length mane back and then stepping out of the big office. If Evelyn was back, then it meant 'he' was back as well. Damn, it was bad. Really bad. Evelyn was not that much of a threat if she wasn't provoked, or if she didn't had one of her stupendously disastrous plans...but the real threat laid on her master. Now, he could be more than just a headache. Last time Caleb's family dealt with him there were too many casualties, more than history could allow them to remember...and it was not going to happen again. He had to inform the Alpha, his father, right away. One long staircase and a couple of turns in long corridors later, Caleb was finally in front of the massive oak doors that guarded the Hall of Memories, the room where the Council gathered with the current Alpha, just like now. Two men guarded the entrance, them being people he didn't recognize; perhaps part of the Council's guards. "Move." He ordered with a calm but authoritative tone, his emerald eyes switching from one man to the other. "The Council is speaking. No one sha-" "Move the FUCK away before I make you idiots move." Both guards flinched, but remained still on their places. "My Lord, please understand that we ca-" Caleb didn't speak this time. When his lips parted all that came out was a deep, loud and threatening roar that chilled the men to their bones...including the members of the Council at the other side of the door. This time the guards didn't think it twice. They moved out of the way, and even pulled both doors open as Caleb began to walk forward. Once inside and as the heavy oak doors slammed shut behind him, the dark haired man found himself in a vast room with polished dark marbled floors, while right at the front and against the wall where seven high chairs, the middle one being a little higher as it meant more authority over the rest. All three were exquisitely made in oak too, yet all of them had intricate carved signs and words that belonged to a dead tongue. "What is the meaning of this interruption, young Lord?" Asked calmly the head Counselor, her old but wise voice easing the tension of the others. Time had been gracious with her, and even though wrinkles showed off, the woman seemed to be even more beautiful than the younger ones of the pack. Pale hazel eyes beamed in her face, while her silvery colored hair was all tied together in a ponytail that laid lazily over the left side of her neck, and fell over her front. "My apologies, but this cannot wait. It is really important, Lady Amareth." Rushed Caleb as he held his hands at his back, looking down to the floor. He already knew he was in for a severe spanking session, and he had no intention of making it any worse. "It better be." Shortly replied a man with a severe tone that was standing before the elders with his arms crossed in the same position as he turned around to face him; his father. At the distance anyone could say they were brothers, but the difference was that he was certainly older. Perhaps around his forties...but truth was he was way older than that. His hair was black, just like Caleb's, but it was short and he had a well kept lock around his lips. The old man was easily taller than his son; and Caleb was indeed tall. Perhaps around 6'2". "Make it brief." He growled lowly, staring back and trying to find the eyes of his son with his own dark chocolate hues. "Father, Evelyn Ocano is back." Silence overtook the room for way longer than it should have, and Caleb was just thinking about leaving the place...but he just couldn't. He felt the cold gaze of his father digging in him as he kept his eyes glued to the floor. Thankfully, the elder woman coughed awkwardly, clearly trying to make the Alpha focus his attention on the Council once again. "...Well, it seems like we have a more important subject between our hands, My Lord." Said a bald man with a grayish short beard, gazing at both sides to inquire with his nearest partners as they nodded. "We cannot ignore this, and we must act immediately. The time has come, once again." "And what should the course of action be, old friend?" Asked Lady Amareth without looking at him, already knowing the answer. One she wasn't particularly happy with. "We must get rid of it, My Lord. With it out of the way, our enemies won't have the chance they so desire to obtain. The tragedy must not repeat itself." A chorus of whispers of approval and a few negative answers filled the place, but as soon as the Alpha turned around to face the elder that had spoken, everyone fell silent. "...'It'? How dare you call him an 'it', Armand?" Growled the Alpha as he barely contained his rage. They already had this conversation, and he knew that it would rise once again. "That 'it' as you called him is part of our family now. I made sure of it last time I checked, or don't you remember?" "Please forgive me, My Lord; and of course I remember. I was there. Even so..." "Then don't mention it again, or you will have to face me." Interrupted the leader of the pack as he began to walk in slow circles, clearly thinking heavily about the situation. "...Although, as much as I want to reject your comment, it could be the only option we have. It might be the best for all of us." Caleb couldn't believe it. His father was pondering about killing him? The one he had taken under his care and raised as their brother? "But... father, you can't do that! Killing him shouldn't be an option!" Caleb spoke out of instinct, the desire to defend his best friend suppressing the feeling of respect he had for the Alpha. As soon as he blurted out the last word, he knew he was in serious trouble. He even bit slightly hard on his tongue, but he didn't regret what he had just done. He knew that Kevak would have done the same for him. "Stay quiet, you." Calmly whispered Conrad as his eyes rose from the floor to meet the eyes of his son. He could have exploded right then and there, but he knew how his child felt. That was an order, one he had to obey...but not this time. Fuck the Council. Fuck the code...Heck, Fuck the Alpha! "...With all due respect, father," He began, daring to keep eye contact and even frown a little as his voice grew colder. "if the final decision is to kill Kevak, my brother -YOUR son- I won't let it happen. I will protect him as I would protect you or my sisters. The whole world can go to hell, but I won't let anyone -not even you- lay a finger on him." If he was in trouble moments ago, now he was almost sure he could get exiled from the pack. This was a severe insult to the Alpha, and knowing the temper of his father he simply knew this couldn't be left alone without its complementary punishment...But what followed left him perplexed. "You're dismissed, son." Simply said Conrad as he turned around to face the Council once again. Caleb could almost swear he saw a faint smile appearing on the cold, solid expression of his father...but he would never know. For the moment Caleb was happy to know that, perhaps, the small doubt that Armand had planted in the head of his father was pushed out again. Having nothing more to say, his feet led him out of the room, the guards keeping the door quickly opening it as soon as they heard him coming and free the way for him to walk through the corridor. Now he had to be careful. He had to know every step his father took, or thought to take. His father seemed to be convinced that he couldn't kill Kevak, yet it still made him feel uneasy. His instincts told him that something was not right; Something was still out of place. He hated that feeling, and he could do nothing about it. "Is everything alright?" He heard the sweet voice of his girl asking as soon as he stepped inside the office once again. "Yeah, I just...Economic reports, baby girl. Nothing important." Caleb mumbled out as he stepped closer, enough to wrap his arms around the young woman and gently kiss her forehead. "Hmm...Should I remind you how lame you are when lying?" Chuckled Irina as she sneakily wrapped her arms around him to grip and squeeze his ass, firmly digging her nails against the fabric of his pants. "H-hey! Easy there!" Caleb laughed as he jumped slightly on her grasp, clenching and thrusting his hips slightly against hers. "Alright, you caught me...but I wish I could tell you, my love. I honestly do." ***** Three hundred and seventy five years have passed since she had seen a pup reveal to its Alpha for the sake of a loved one, and it was somewhat funny how the story repeated itself, if just by a little. The Council kept discussing what should be the course of action for another hour with the Alpha, their first subject long forgotten since it was not as important as the return of one of their dreaded enemies. Once they reached a final verdict –one that didn't please both sides-, the seven members of the Council stood from their chairs, prepared to leave the room. The Head Counselor graciously stepped closer to the Alpha, the long, white dress making her look like she didn't touch the floor with her feet, and once she was by his side, one of her hands gently laid upon one of his shoulders. "Dia would be so proud of him. You know that, don't you Conrad?" "I know, and so am I...but he's not ready to be an Alpha." "Why? Because he resembles his father when he was younger? Rebellious, stubborn and loyal, no matter the situation?" She teased, gently squeezing his shoulder before releasing it, now walking away to abandon the room. "Don't go too hard on my grandson, please? He's just a pup." "I'll try." He barely got to say when the elder woman took the corner, yet he knew she could hear him. Once he was alone, Conrad released a deep, relieved sigh, one hand going up to unfasten the knot of his gray tie, along with the two buttons of the neck of his shirt. He had a lot to think about, and with so little time. Evelyn and the bastard of her master could attack at any minute, meaning that the final decision was his, and his alone. Checking his watch, Conrad noticed that he still had plenty of time for a last visit for the day. Heading directly out of the Hall of Memories and towards his private quarters, the head of the pack pushed open the only door at the end of the short corridor, just in time as the bathroom door opened, watching how a slender, feminine shape walked out covered in nothing but a towel, and a soft mist produced by the hot water. The woman was a little shy of 6', with modest breasts that were more than enough for handfuls, and a curvy but athletic shape followed down to her slender, long legs. She had bright, lively red hair, yet a silver white curl fell from her forehead, a hint of her age. Dark, grayish green eyes flashed back at him, and a warm, soft smile greeted the man when he closed the door. "You're back!" She said with a cheerful, pleased tone as soon as their eyes met, skipping closer to then stand on her toes and meet his lips with a deep, passion-filled kiss, showing him how much she had missed her mate. "You're a little earlier than I was told, Conrad." "Couple of weeks earlier, yes. I missed you too, Annelle." The Alpha replied with a soft grin, his big hands not being shy at all to travel down under the towel to make contact with the soft, warm flesh of her hips. "...And I must tell you beforehand...I'm leaving once again in two days." The mature redhead stood there, her happy expression quickly melting as it turned into a serious, almost sad one. "...Dammit." She sighed, dropping her stare to the floor as she shook her head. "Listen Ann, I'm really sorry. I truly am but--" "Shut up, Conrad." She interupted while walking away from him, stepping towards the bed and then simply fall sitting on the edge of it with a lazy turn. Annelle not only dared to interrupt him in mid-apology, but she was also staring back at him with a defying expression. "...Excuse me?" "You heard me. Do I need to repeat myself?" "Did you forget you're talking to the Alpha?" He murmured with a calm, gentle tone as he crossed his arms over his chest, amused by this sudden change in her behavior. "And did you forget you're talking to the Alpha Bitch, bitch?" The redhead fired back with a growing grin, crossing her legs and leaning back on the bed, resting her weight on her hands. "...You still got wrong the concept of authority. Very fucking wrong." Conrad barely said with a low growl of anger, unbuttoning the top of his suit as he took four slow steps, right until he was before her. He knew what she was doing now...and he was more than willing to follow her little game. One hand went down to gently caress her right cheek...and slowly hold the back of her head to firmly tug her forward, forcing her to press and rub her face against his crotch, the one that sported a huge growing bulge on it. "Looks like I have to teach it to you all over again." Annelle didn't reply with words. Instead, her hands softly laid on each thigh of her Alpha to gently caress them as she began to nuzzle the round, hardening tent before her eyes...just to then rake her nails, which turned into sharp claws, down to almost his knees, shredding the expensive trousers and leaving light cuts over his skin.