Epilogue 1
Three Years Later
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Drums of the Horde by Filip Lackovic
Wrote the first half of this chapter with this song on repeat for those of you who like music
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Damon's P.O.V
The heavy fall of sticks on drums has my heart slamming against my chest hard, not from fear, never from fear, only anticipation.
I'd waited a long time for this day to come.
Bringing myself to my feet, I breathe in deep before I jump over the ancient stone walls and land in the dry dirt of the open arena.
Cheers erupt from all around the moment I'm exposed to the scorching sunlight and the crowd's greedy eyes.
Their screams rattle my bones like the drums' vibrations, making the earth below my feet feel alive in a strange way that I welcomed, heart and soul.
My lips curl upwards as I straighten to my full height and look around the packed arena, taking in all the barely contained people who had come from all ends of the supernatural world to watch.
Never in my life had I seen this place so full.
There were creatures of all kinds stacked upon one another; warlocks, pixies, incubi, vampires and more, all on their feet and stomping in unison to match the beat of the drum.
Some screamed demands for the final match to start while others placed their bets on who would win.
The answer was obvious to me.
An annoying roar sounds behind me, forcing me to drag my gaze from the spectators and settle them on my opponent who raged on the other side of the ring.
Rouffe Grey.
I watch blankly as the alpha riles up his pack members, pacing back and forth in front of them while he beat his fist against his open chest like a silly ape.
Rouffe Grey was all muscle and power. With a height I'd guess was over 200 centimetres, the fucker was built like a bear, not a damn alpha, but that was okay.
I liked making the big ones fall.
As if feeling my eyes on him, Grey turns my way with a way-too confident smirk that he'd be losing shortly.
When our eyes meet, his eyes glow and he bares his teeth at me, snarling in what was probably meant to be a threat.
I fight back a yawn, that would be disrespectful and image was everything here.
Isn't it cute when they do that? - Theo growls as he paces, both amused and enraged by the blatant disrespect - He actually thinks he's going to win this.
Almost everyone did. From what I could pick up from the crowd, all bets were pointing towards Grey winning, not me.
It was a little funny.
"Hey,"
I turn my gaze away from the delusional corpse and look up at my mate.
Will grins down at me from the overhang, his clear blue eyes carrying so much excitement that it made our bond flare between us.
I take a moment to look at my mate and struggle to keep my pleasured groan down.
Years in a werewolf pack gave Will muscles that had changed him from my little human to one sexy as fuck human.
He'd taken his training with me seriously and it showed. It showed everywhere.
It was probably why so many people were staring at him.
With his pretty face and toned body, my man was fucking gorgeous. But it wasn't just Will's beauty that had people ogling him, he was the only human in the arena right now and he was my mate, after all these years, they were curious.
But Will didn't cower under their planted gazes, he barely seemed to notice them at all.
After all, Will could take care of himself if he needed to, I'd ensured that. Plus, he had the strongest warriors of the pack at his back, and they'd all listen to their luna without a second thought.
He knew he was fine.
"You've got this in the bag," he says as he leans on his muscled forearms, "this fight is yours to win."
"That goes without saying," I reply and he snorts.
Glancing at Mekhi, I jerk my head in question, "What're things looking like?"
"I'd say roughly eighty per cent are betting on him," he grunts as he settles his brown eyes on me while his everpresent gum bounces between his teeth, "they're doubting you."
"Fucking idiots," Amelia mumbles beside him and I chuckle.
"Can't blame them," I say with a shrug but by her scowl, I could tell she didn't agree.
I couldn't really blame people for doubting me when it had been more than three years since anyone outside of my pack had seen me fight.
Three years wasn't much time in the supernatural world, but it was enough for people to wonder if I was still the bloodthirsty wolf that would happily disembowel any opponent I faced.
Add to that the fact that our pack had fallen in rank over the years, it only made sense that they had their doubts.
A lot of things had changed over the years, and even more since I became alpha of my pack.
In the two years it had taken for me to earn my place as alpha, we'd fallen from the number one pack in the world to the third, and then to the eighth while Will and I started implementing changes throughout the pack.
When we got control, we started fixing all the broken parts to our pack first and we took our time doing it.
Our pack was great, but there were many serpents and even more holes in it that needed to be filed. So we'd spent our first year in charge changing lots of rules and throwing out outdated laws and practices that were only really hanging on by a thread.
So while the rest of the world worried about what they looked like on the outside, we focused on burning out all the things that were festering on the inside of our pack.
As a result, I never answered the challenges that came. I didn't have the time for it, and it wasn't a priority for me.
My only priority was taking care of my pack.
Some packs got pissy about that and tried to bring the fight to us. They thought they could take over what remained of the pack that people sometimes called 'the Fallen' now.
Those packs rarely ever returned home and their alphas never saw the light of day again, but that kind of thing didn't count officially, so we still dropped in the ranks.
Honestly, I didn't care as much as I thought I would or probably should've, rank just didn't seem as important as getting the pack where it needed to be was.
It just wasn't, and though it had taken some time, a lot of time, it had all been worth it.
Our pack had no holes now.
There were no cracks born of mistrust or feeble foundations of doubt, we were solid all around.
Every wolf and every witch knew that they were protected by us, treasured by us, and just as Will and I knew they'd all lay down their lives for us, they knew we'd do the same for them.
We were a pack, in every sense of the word.
It was only three months ago that we'd started working our way back up again, officially, by challenging the packs above us and letting the pack warriors make us proud.
They wiped the floor with their opponents, pack by pack, carving through them all and never once was I forced to take my place in the arena. With the way our warriors decimated everyone they stepped into the ring with, I'd been free to sit back and watch the show.
Today was different, but that was my own doing.
I'd told them to go easy, to be strong but lose a few fights so that I could face Grey myself.
Rouffe Grey had never done a thing to me, not personally at least. He was currently the alpha to the number one pack in the world, but that wasn't the reason why he'd die today.
No, it was because of how the fucker got that spot.
Rouffe Grey was the alpha who'd fought Dad four years ago and given him that injury he'd never completely recovered from, and for that, he would die painfully today.
For years, I'd watched dad wince when he turned too quickly or pat his leg with annoyance because it began to ache where his scar was, and every time he did, I'd thought of Grey and all the things I'd do to make him pay.
Now it was finally time to enact them all and there wasn't a thing in all the realms that could stop me from making him suffer.
"Save that rage for the fight," Mekhi recommends as he looks over the crowd that was practically foaming at the mouth, "give them the show they want and remind them who you are."
"Aw, what a kind beta," I mock and he flips me off.
"He's right though," Amelia chimes in, "people think you've gotten soft since you and Will mated," Will chuckles at that, "they don't think you're as strong as you used to be. Prove them wrong."
I pat my chest and Will makes a show of wiping fake tears away, "Correction, such kind betas."
That gets us flipped off by the both of them.
Amelia and I had come a long way over the years. We'd fixed our friendship, forgiven and moved on, and while we were very close to what we used to be, our friendship just wasn't quite the same.
I forgave, but I couldn't forget that as my future beta, she'd been afraid of me.
No matter how much I tried to ignore it or deny it, I couldn't ignore the reality, especially when it came time for my coronation.
I loved Amelia like a sister but I couldn't have her as my beta.
I needed unconditional trust and loyalty in my right hand, someone who I knew wouldn't hesitate to do my bidding but in equal measure, wasn't afraid to challenge me when needed.
I needed someone who knew me, knew my heart and intentions and would see my goals through, always.
I needed Mekhi.
Mekhi had proven himself to be the perfect beta for me since the moment we'd met. He was loyal, strong and true and when I fucked up, he let me know without fear. Warlock or not, our connection was stronger than any I'd had with another wolf outside of my family.
Mekhi was my beta.
Not many people were surprised by my demand, they knew how close we were and expected it. In fact, many of the witches had been over the moon to have some representation a bit higher up in the pack.
'About fucking time', were the words Aunty Kat had used.
Meanwhile, some of the pack elders, being the waste of space they were, had fought very hard against having a warlock in such a high position in the pack. They'd called it 'flagrant' and 'absurd', if I was remembering correctly.
Don't forget embarrassing - Theo inputs - one person had called it embarrassing.
Flagrant, absurd and embarrassing.
Will had been swift in transferring those particular elders to other packs along with all the wolves that had ever taunted Levi over the years behind our parents back. We'd gotten the bastards who'd threatened Dad over the years too, but Pops had killed them before we could get them out.
I wasn't too mad about that, anyone who tried to hurt Dad was a piece of shit.
But the rest, we'd gotten out the right way. There was no farewell, no second chances, just the gates of the pack shutting on them forever.
With a few elder seats suddenly vacant, we'd had to find people to fill them, and who better than the witches and warlocks who everyone trusted to be true elders in the pack. And so, at the coronation, Mekhi had become my beta, and Amelia, Will's.
Will needed a wolf to show him the ropes, and with how close he and Uncle Emitt were, it wasn't long before he grew to love Amelia as well. Two birds, one stone and all of that.
So yeah, a whole lot of shit had changed these last few years.
As the drums come to a taunting stop, signalling that the match should start soon, I refocus my attention on my mate.
"I need you to do one thing for me,"
"Anything," he says quickly, his readily aimed trust in me makes my heart squeeze.
"Close your eyes when I tell you to," it was more of a request than a demand, and one I knew Will wouldn't like but I still had to try. "I don't want you to see it all."
Damon - Theo groans in that longsuffering way as if I ached him daily - Will loves us, all of us. How long do we have to be together for you to see that?
Maybe a bit longer.
Will had seen me do a lot of things over the years, a lot of gruesome, horrible things that should've made him run, but he'd never seen what I was going to do to Grey.
I didn't want to scare him.
"Damon," Will chides in a tone eerily similar to Theo's, "We're two halves of the same fucked up soul, we are mated for a reason."
"I mean, that's true bu-"
"But nothing," Will cuts in with a small smile, "We've been together for four years babe, when are you going to stop worrying that you'll scare me off."
Our bond warms and my insides squirm uncomfortably with joy.
"Maybe on our fifth year," I tease which makes Will laugh loudly, "I love you."
"I love you too," Will promises, "now go make me proud."
I let those words resonate as I release the tightly held control I had over my rage and turn around to face Rouffe Grey.
It'd been far too long.
I didn't get to let my rage out often, not unabashed like I was about to, but when I did, oh Goddess when I did, I savoured every second of it.
When our eyes lock, I pray to Goddess that Grey sees that in my eyes. That this would be the end for him and that there would be no escape, no surrender, no way out by in a fucking body bag.
I think he did see it.
He must've understood that this was about to be a massacre, his massacre, because when I shifted into the white wolf that had every werewolf in the arena cowering, he swallowed.
I grin, revealing a row of sharp canines meant just for him.
This would be fun
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"And then?" Josey prompts, literally sitting on the edge of her seat with greedy excitement.
"And then when he tried to climb out of the arena, I ripped his other legs off," I say trying not to sound too happy but my grin was making that hard, "dragged him back by his tail and took them all, one by one."
I take a sip of my beer with a content sigh. Sometimes you just needed to let off some steam.
Amen - Theo whispers as he rolls over with a satisfied purr.
Josey flops back in the old armchair with a frustrated groan, her arms falling limp beside her, "I wish I was there!"
"You only got one more month left," I reply with an obnoxiously gentle tone that does the job to make her right eye twitch slightly.
Josey glances at Dad, making sure his back is facing us before she starts cursing me through our link while she does the same in every imaginable way with her hands.
I sip my beer and watch her explosion of anger for the hundredth time.
Ever since I'd officially banned the minors in our pack from going to the arena, Josey had started a mission to learn how to say fuck you, in every language.
I could now say fuck you in Chinese Sign Language because of Josey.
Her anger had only gotten worse when I kept firm on her not coming to this match in particular, especially since she and Hagen would be eighteen next month.
But I didn't care if she would never thank me for it, it was for the best.
"Josey, stop cursing your brother," Dad calls from over his shoulder making Josey gape at him while I snicker.
Somehow, dad always knew what was going, even when he wasn't looking at us, or when we were using our links.
Josey throws her hands up in exasperation before she stands up to tower over me with a scowl.
Josey's growth spurt had hit her like a fucking truck. So much that she was almost as tall as me, she'd long past Levi and Hagen, and had honed her body to match a hereditary pack warrior's.
She was working hard, day and night, to make herself the perfect candidate for the academy, and while she was still years off, she wasn't giving up.
I knew she'd get there one day, we all did.
"I'm heading out," she declares as she looks at dad who gives her a nod, "I need to enjoy the pack celebrations before I get banned from that too."
I flip her off.
"Damon," Dad scowls making Josey grin as she sticks her tongue out at me.
When the little witch finally leaves the room, I stand to my feet and head over to where dad was watching Elijah doze on his playmat.
The little guy was on his back and breathing softly, his little fingers clutching onto the tiny carrot stuffie Peter had made for him when he was born.
It was still a serious mindfuck to think that I was someone's uncle.
When Levi and Jayson broke the news that Levi was pregnant last year, I think everyone had been shocked silent, even Pops who never knew when to shut his mouth.
I don't know why, it was just shocking to think that Levi, my big brother, would be a father. It was just a weird moment that made me realised how old we were all getting.
I mean, Will and I were alphas of our pack now, Peter was in university, Hagen was talking about moving out of state next month, Josey was going for the academy, Pops was actually a grandpa, and Levi had a fucking kid.
Elijah. A little guy who was quiet and sweet, with chubby cheeks and a fucking adorable smile. As a baby, he had the worst habit of vomiting at random moments, but we didn't talk about that.
But Elijah was a cute little guy. The little guy was only one but we still had a good time whenever I babysat him, he was always quiet while I read to him and had the best time cuddling Blaze who loved him to death.
Elijah's black hair and tan skin marked him clearly Levi's and Jayson's, there was no doubt about it, especially with those olive-green eyes that still made Levi tear up sometimes.
"I'm sorry I missed your fight," Dad says as he looks to me, his eyes mournful, "I promised Jayson I'd watch Elijah while he took a nap, but then hours went by and he wasn't waking up."
I shake my head before he can even finish, "Trust me, it's fine, and I can literally hear him snoring from here."
That was not an exaggeration. Before I'd even opened the front door, I could hear Jayson's loud snores coming from Levi's old room and it hadn't quieted over the last hour I'd been here.
"I can promise you that I made it hurt," I whisper and he chuckles as he glances at me.
"I told you, you didn't have to do anything for me," Dad reminds me even as his smile keeps growing, "but thank you, Damon."
I nod before I look down at Elijah again, "Do you need a nap? I can watch over him for a while."
Dad shakes his head adamantly as he gives me a little shove, "I'm happy here, you should be out there having fun. I know Will and your father are probably looking for you."
I wince a little at that.
When we'd gotten back and announced our victory, a party had immediately taken off and the old man had made a fatal attempt to drown my liver with alcohol in less than ten minutes.
I'd barely gotten out with my life.
"You brought this pack but up to number one and it's stronger than it's ever been, you deserve to have some fun." Dad chides as he gives me a little shove, "stop hiding out here and go get drunk with your friends."
"Who are you and what happened to the man who never let me stay out past elven?" I question as I listen to his nudges and get to my feet.
"Oh shut up," Dad grumbles as he slaps my legs and pushes me again.
"You just want alone time with Elijah,"
"And?" Dad questions with a grin, "I am entitled to enjoy my life as a grandfather, so stop interfering and go before I have to call Will."
"Okay, okay," I say continue with my hands up, "no need to bring out the big guns you psychopath, I'm going. Are we still on for tomorrow though?"
Dad's face brightens, his blue eyes glowing brightly as he nods his head, "We're watching one on the colour spectrum and I've got lots of tea."
"Sounds good," I say, because it did.
Every time Dad and I hung out, it was even better than before.
It wasn't always documentaries, sometimes we went for runs or did trivia together, but whatever we did, it was perfect.
A couple of months after I turned nineteen, we'd talked, about everything. How I felt after Peter had been born, why I'd stopped hanging out with him and why I'd dyed my hair in the first place.
It had taken some time to get to the place where I could, but once I could, it hadn't been all that easy, for either of us.
There was a lot that I had to say, but there was also a lot dad had to say, things that cut deep but I had to hear. It was tough, but once we'd just laid it all out there, it was easier to pick up the pieces again.
A little while after that, dad and I started reading books again, just the two of us, and whenever I needed advice or just to talk, I knew he'd always be there with a pot of tea.
Peter even joined in sometimes when he was home so I guess it was more of a family book club, but it was nice.
"Stop stalling and go, you workaholic," Dad groans with folded arms, "if you're not hungover tomorrow, I'm not letting you in this house."
"Yes, Sir," I say with a salute.
I joked about dad's change with him, but he'd actually changed a lot.
Ever since Will and I took over and Dad and Pops retired, they'd become so relaxed.
Somehow, the strict man who used to enforce rules like no other turned into the man who refilled my beer glass when we were out together, demanding I had more and then even more. But I guess that's what happened when you had nothing left to do in life but enjoy life, and love your mate and family.
It was nice to see my parents enjoying the peace they deserved.
"I love you," I call as I back away and Dad's eyes soften as he blows me a kiss.
I snort but still catch it anyway, stuffing it in my pocket as I walk away.
Outside the house, I find Sassy waiting for me on the front step with a less than impressed scowl.
As always, I flip her off and she growls at me, but when I reach the bottom of the stairs, she comes straight over and I rub the top of her head as we walk together.
It was a silent peace that we'd achieved after years of fighting, I didn't call her a bitch and she didn't try to bite my hand off.
Walking towards the pounding music of the pack, I try to pick up on the scent of Wild Honeysuckle so I can find my mate, but all I could find was the scent of ocean spray that was getting stronger by the second.
I look up and barely stifle my groan as I watch Hagen running towards me, red-faced and very very angry.
"Fuck, Goddess please," I beg as I stop in my place.
I didn't know what this was about but by the raw anger in Hagen's gaze, I had an idea and for once, I didn't want to be right.
If I was right that meant I would not be getting drunk with my mate, or sniffing Mekhi's special herbs with my friends, I'd be dealing with a little shit called Nikola.
Hagen skids to a stop in front of me, panting so hard his chest looked like it was a second from exploding but he was determined to get his words out, even if it was just a wheeze of 'He!'.
I sigh, I was right then.
When I look down at Sassy, she looks up at me with amusement in her eyes.
Fucking bit... bastard.
"I'm going to fucking kill him, Damon!" Hagen shouts, eyes glowing, "I am going to murder him!"
I nod placatingly, not bothering to say a word as Hagen starts his rant while I reach out for Nikola through the pack link.
Meet me in my office.
He replies instantly - I'm already here.
Little shit.
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"It had to be done," Nikola says simply to conclude his side of things.
Nikola was fucking lucky Hagen wasn't here right now or those words would set him off all over again.
I keep writing, giving Nikola a moment to digest his words and actions in the hopes that he would see their flaws. But I knew the kid well enough to know that he wouldn't.
"And you see nothing wrong with that?" I ask as I look up from my notes.
"No," Nikola replies, his face flat as always.
"Right," I say nodding a little to myself as I set my pen down and relax into my seat.
We stare at one another in silence from across my desk while music thumps loudly outside.
"You see nothing wrong with balding Hagen's girlfriend," I say very slowly, hoping he'd hear the insanity in the words if I did.
"Hagen likes her hair, so I removed it from the equation."
I close my eyes, rubbing the bridge of my nose as I try to think of the best way to deal with this one.
I used to think that Nikola was just a fucked up little hybrid who had a massive crush on my little brother. Since I became his mentor, I learned that Nikola was a very fucked up little hybrid who would destroy the universe for the gluttonous pig I called brother.
But I'd also learned that Nikola was a very complex kid who liked structure.
He was a little control freak who had every aspect of his life under wraps, especially his magic, the only thing that refused to fit into his little bubble was Hagen.
As far as Hagen was concerned, until he turned eighteen and found out for himself, they weren't mates or anything else, so he lived his life as he pleased and did shit that would drive any mate insane, like getting a girlfriend.
I mean, it was his right to date who he pleased, even if they did turn out to be mates next month, Hagen could still choose to reject Nikola. He didn't have to stay bonded to anyone if he didn't want to.
But I hoped to Goddess he wouldn't, if he did, I was sure Nikola would make this balding shit look like a test run for all of us.
Looking back at the hybrid, I gather my patience so I handled this the right way.
Nikola responded well to people who spoke to him calmly and didn't try to belittle his intelligence, so I did that.
"Do you remember when we talked about patience?" The kid nods, "about how if you're patient with Hagen, and give him space, it would make him less... volatile around you."
"I did what you said. I gave him space," Nik argues readily like a lawyer ready to win any case, "I tried to be patient and in that time, he got a girlfriend." His grey eyes harden in accusation.
He's got a point - Theo comments while nodding his head seriously - he has got a point.
"Okay," I allow, "but if you left his girlfriend alone, they would've broken up with time a-"
"You don't know that," Nikola buts in.
"I do, that relationship wasn't going anywhere," I say with a snort as I recall all the things I'd heard about Taryn.
Not Hagen's finest hour.
"If you'd left it alone, they would've broken up and Hagen would very clearly know all the things he doesn't want in someone," I continue with open palms, "and in a couple of years, when he's with you, he'd see that you don't have those traits."
It was easier to get through to Nikola when you reference Hagen being his mate as a sure thing.
"He would've responded better to you because his experience in the past would've shown that you are more compatible with him."
The kid stays quiet, looking down at the table with tightly clenched brows before he lifts his grey eyes to mine.
"That's only a theory."
"Sure, but now we don't know if that would've happened because you took things into your hands, again," he scowls at me but I ignore it, "and all Hagen knows is that he doesn't want you and the things you do."
Nikola's jaw clenches and his fingers tighten around the arms of his chair, but he doesn't argue.
"We can talk more about trying to look at the end goal on Thursday, for now, let's deal with you," I say as I rub at the back of my neck, "you can't just remove someone's hair, Nikola."
"I can," he argues, "I did."
Nikola liked to get political with grammar when he was in trouble.
"Okay, you physically can as you have proven, but you should not do it," I say with faltering patience.
"So you wouldn't do the same if William was dating someone else?"
"That is beside the point," I say a little too quickly.
We both knew I'd do a whole lot worse if Will even looked at someone else that way, but I was not the one who was being counselled here.
Nik smiles a little, in that secret way he did sometimes when it was just us and he knew nobody was judging him.
"The point is that it's wrong and you shouldn't do that to people," I lean forward, losing the serious mentor shit for a second, "Nik," he looks up at me, "I know you get mad and it's hard not to react, but you really can't do that to people."
Nikola slumps in his chair, his shoulder dropping as he looks at his feet with a deep frown.
"Did you try what we worked on to calm yourself?"
"Yes," he mumbles, "I did the breathing thing, and I thought of how controlling myself could make Hagen happy in the future and it helped."
"Good, what else?"
"I made myself look away from the mirrors, and I didn't watch him for days," he confesses which had me smiling.
When Nik first told me about that spell, I'd been well and truly speechless.
"That's very good, I'm proud of you," Nikola looks up, hesitantly but I keep my smile up for him to see, "I really am."
"Thanks," he mutters quietly.
"So what went wrong today?"
"We ran into each other," he says with that scowl returning in full, "and she was there, and she was touching him, holding him. I could smell her on him and-"
Nik stops himself short when the building starts shaking.
He takes a deep breath, holds it and lets it out, "I reacted."
Of course, he did.
I hold in my sigh as I sink back into my seat and stare at the little shit with sad eyes.
I honestly didn't know if I was cut out for this mentor shit. I wasn't good with brain stuff like Will, and Nikola was still a bit distant with me, but I was trying and so was he.
The only reason I tried in the first place was because I knew that Nikola was a good kid deep down. Very, very deep down, he was a cool kid who kept to himself and minded his business, those were traits I liked.
He was just having some trouble trying to figure it all out, and if I could help him do that even a little bit, then this would be worth it.
"You're angry," he says, peering at me cautiously. I shake my head, "disappointed?"
"Not even a little," I admit, "you did everything we spoke about and you tried your best, I don't blame you for reacting in a situation you weren't prepared for."
Nikola blinks at me, his shock obvious even when he tried to hide it, "Really?"
"Really," I confirm with a smirk, "if you tell this to anyone, I'll deny it, but I'm proud of you for only balding her."
Nikola laughs, actually laughs, and seeming as shocked as I was by the sound, he quickly packs it back inside of himself.
I'd get him to be more open, eventually.
"I need you to undo the spell though," I say seriously and Nikola rolls his eyes, pointedly staying quiet, "Nikola."
"She looks better bald,"
"Nikola," I scold, letting a growl ride in my tone.
"Fine, but not for a few more hours,"
"Okay," That was probably the best I'd get with the kid. "Do you want to talk again tomorrow?" I ask as I look back to my planner, "we can go for a run if you need it."
Nikola shakes his head as he stands and heads for the door, "I'll be fine until Thursday."
I nod, closing my book and standing with him. The kid knew I'd make the time for him if he needed it, so if he said he would be fine, I trusted that.
Before we can reach the door, it swings open to reveal my mate who stopped short at the sight of Nikola before his face broke into a wide grin.
"Nikola," Will beams and as always, Nik tries his best to hide his smile and fails miserably.
"Hi William," he greets pleasantly as Will comes towards us.
Will's grin falters a little as he studies Nikola was knowing eyes, "Did something happen?"
"No," Nikola promises just as I answer, "yes."
When Nikola looks over his shoulder to glare at me, I just smile at him and prop myself against the edge of my desk to watch the show.
"Have you already talked about it with Damon?" Will asks as he stops in front of the little shit who turned back to look at him with a smile. The kid nods and Will relaxes, "let me know if you need me too."
"Okay,"
Will raises his hand, hesitating for a moment before he pats Nikola's shoulder and squeezes it getnly.
Will was working on touching people again, it wasn't easy and it definitely wasn't something he could just get over, but it was something he could manage when it was with people he trusted wholeheartedly.
So far, the people he could touch beyond me and Nikola, were Dad, Mekhi, Amelia and Levi, but he was slowly getting there and we were all so proud of him.
Glancing at me once more, Nikola loses his normal scowl and lets me see him for a split second, "Thank you, Damon, for everything."
The little shit disappears before I can reply, leaving me shocked and equally pissed. I knew he really hated soppy shit but that didn't mean he could just leave after pulling a move like that.
"Look at you, being a great mentor," Will comments as he comes towards me, closing the space between us as quickly as he can before he steps between my legs and settles himself there.
"I know, it's almost like I'm cut out for this shit," I joke while I let my hands fall to his hips. "Were you looking for me?"
"Yeah, Aiden brought out shots and I didn't think I could last much longer after two."
I chuckle, still as happy as I'd ever been to know that Will felt so comfortable with our family. It had once been a hope that he would, but now it was a reality I adored.
"I was stopped on the way, but I'm finally free now so I'm more than happy to get out there and make up for lost time," I say which makes Will grins as he tries to pull us away, "but first..."
And I'm out - Theo says before speedily fading away.
"What if we celebrated in here... just the two of us," I whisper as I slowly slide my hands lower.
Will's eyes grow heavy with lust that makes his intoxicating scent spike as he runs his hands over my shoulder, purposefully grazing the tattooed mark there.
I shiver under his touch, the magic embedded there through making my body thrum with sensations that had my eyes rolling.
When I'd told Will I wanted my next tattoo to be his mark, he'd all but mounted me for two days straight and then a week more when I actually got it and he got to see it daily. He loved to caress it, lick it and bite it just to watch the way I'd come undone whenever he did.
I do that now and Will grins with pleasure but has mercy on me as he slips his hands under my shirt instead, and runs them up my chest.
"Is that what you want?" he asks, his warm touch making my cock grow against his.
I take hold of his ass, not bothering to be gentle as I press him against me so our cocks could grind together and he moans beautifully for me. Leaning in, I capture Will's neck, sucking and biting at him with my teeth while he rutted against me recklessly, driving my need up ten notches.
"What I want," I growl against his neck, "is to fuck you on this table."
Will shudders against me, his moans making my mouth water as I trail further down to mouth his mark. The second my tongue traces it, Will shudders again, his entire body trembling with pleasure as his cock jerks against mine.
"Yes, Alpha,"
The first time Will called me alpha in bed, I'd blacked out and come out the other side to find Will's legs spread wide with his hole gaping and full of my cum that poured out of him in the lewdest display of ownership.
Will, being the pervert he was, took to calling me alpha all the time after that, and the effect it had on me never simmered.
Just like then, my brain fizzles out as my most primal urges take over instead, bringing forth my talons and canines as the need to mate blares loudly in my head.
A heavy growl escapes me as I turn us around and pin Will down to the table. Will moans, arching for me like a hungry omega which makes my cock twitch against its confines.
With one hand on his hip, I yank Will's pants down and fall to my knees.
The second his bare ass is free, I spread my mate open as wide as I can and bury my face there.
"Oh fuck," Will moans long and strained as I lap at his hole, worshipping it.
I eat my mate out like a starving animal, licking and mouthing him, sucking on his taint and working his rim over, slathering my tongue over him again and again while he moaned above me.
It wasn't just the taste of him that I loved when I did this, it was the way he shook for me, begged for more and screamed my fucking name.
"Fuck yes," Will sings, pushing his ass back for more as I spread him even wider and let my eyes roll into my skull. "Yes, Damon! Y-Yes!"
Dropping one hand, I take hold of Will's cock and stroke him in tandem with my tongue as I worked it inside of him.
In and out, in and out,
Up and down, up and down.
I keep stretching him for my cock while I milk his straining cock.
"Ah! D-Damon!" Will cries out, trying to pull away, but I keep him in place so I can feast on all of him.
I fucking loved driving him mad.
"So fucking good," I groan against his hole, pulling back to look at his entrance that was drenched with my saliva.
There were red lines on either side of his hole where my canines had been and it made me smile with pleasure while I kept stroking my mate with a tight fist.
I tighten the hold I had on Will's ass, keeping him from thrusting his hips for more.
I loved letting Will do what he wanted with me, loved giving him as much pleasure as I could, but sometimes, times like now... I just wanted to fuck him.
Standing up, it takes effort for me to retract my talons, but the moment I do, I lean over and press my fingers to Will's lips.
He opens immediately, taking the digits into his mouth and sucking on them greedily while I rubbed my cock head against his taint and hole.
"Fuck," I groan while I drive the fingers deeper, loving the way Will moaned around them like it was my fucking cock.
When they're wet enough, I pull them free causing Will to release a disappointed whimper that had my balls swelling. That whimper dies out though when I rub the wet fingers against his greedy hole.
I lean forward, covering his body with mine and drawing close just as Will turns his head towards me and pulls me down for a kiss.
I groan into it and press a finger inside him, swallowing his satisfied groan before I try to do the same with his tongue.
Will's lips move against mine possessively, laying claim to my lips and tongue while I work him open with my fingers. I let him suck my tongue, revelling in the feel of it and the feel of his tight hole clenching around my finger.
With how much we fucked, Will didn't need much prep but I'd never risk hurting him, never.
"Please," Will begs against my lips when I rub two fingers against his hole, "please, s-stop teasing me!"
I chuckle against him before I work the fingers in, spreading them inside of him the way he liked it and revelling in the way he surrendered to the intrusion.
Will takes the fingers with ease and it's not long before I'm working a third into him with some lube. By the time I'm thrusting the fingers in and out of him, he's writhing against the table, begging me to fuck him through short breaths.
When I'm sure he's ready, I slip my fingers out of him before I lather my cock with lube, making sure to be generous with it. I take hold of his hips with my hands, keeping him right where I wanted him while I rub my cock against his hole.
Will arches against me, offering me his ass as he looked at me over his shoulder, the perfect picture of seduction and lust that had my cock leaking.
"Fuck me," he whispers, his eyes glowing with want and mischief, "I need my alpha to fuck me."
I bury my cock inside with one swift thrust.
Will bucks but I keep him down, growling against his throat in warning as I settle my cock inside him. Will stiffens before he lets himself relax, stretching his neck out in a gesture of surrender that had my brain struggling to work properly.
He sucks in a breath and that's all he gets before I start fucking him.
I give him exactly what he asked for as I work my cock in and out of his tight hole, filling him with deep unrelenting thrusts that had him whimpering beneath me.
"Uhg! Nuh! Y-Yes," Will whines as he melts against the table, "yes alpha."
I growl, trying to shake away the haze that was overcoming me but there was no way I could.
Tightening my hold on his hips, I raise a leg to the table and fuck my luna deeper, my lust a hungry creature only Will could feed.
Will arches for more, screaming for me to claim him while he clawed desperately at my desk, adding new scratches to the ones he'd already put there.
As my mind begins to blur at the edges, I lean over to lick the sweat clean from Will's neck, groaning at the taste and smell of him as I pound into him.
"Mine," the words comes out as a distorted growl and Will trembles against me as he tries to spread his legs wider.
"Yours," he whimpers and I could tell by the hitch in his breathing that he was getting closer too.
My ears were pounding, blood racing, balls tightening as I fucked Will, desperate to fill him with my cum.
"Mine," I pass my canines over his mark, letting them brush it in the way I knew made Will's toes curl.
"My ah-alpha," he moans as we rush towards the edge.
"My luna," I whisper before sinking my teeth in just as Will reaches back to squeeze my mark.
Will cums. His entire body going rigid as he explodes beneath me, his hole tightening around my cock as I go falling into a world of bliss that has me pumping my cum into him.
I manage three more thrusts before I still and settle my cock inside, buried in so deep we were almost one.
"Alpha," Will slurs as he takes it all, jerking against me a little as my canines keep him in place.
Pleasure rakes through me as Will touches my mark, his mark, forcing my orgasm to drag on with his as we shuddered against one another in a loop that seemed to never end.
He was still cumming too, his orgasm stretching on the longer I bit him and I soaked in his addictive arousal, loving the way he reacted to me.
When I finally pull my canines out, Will whimpers at the loss and lets his hand fall to the table as he squeezes around me as if to make sure I didn't pull out. I wouldn't just yet, the hazy primal part of my brain too strong for me to even think of not being inside of my mate.
But I do kiss and lick his mark clean, stroking Will's hips comfortingly while he both panted hard, trying to recover from that amazing fuck.
"How..." Will wheezes a little, "how am I... supposed to walk after that?"
I laugh, the sound coming out gravelly as I nuzzle his cheek and slide my fingers between his, "Good question, sadly, I do not have the answer to that."
Will chuckles, leaning into my nose and most as we lay together, "How on earth that cock feels better every time, I will never know."
"Will," I groan, burying my face against his skin to hide the heat flooding there.
"It's the truth," Will replies innocently as he shifts a little, "and a compliment."
I roll my eyes but still kiss his shoulderblade before I sit up and slowly pull out, the second my cock is free, cum dribbles out of Will, pouring out of him in a vulgar display that had my cock hardening again in my hand.
"You animal," Will teases from over his shoulder.
I slap his ass, hard, and grin when he squeaks a little in surprise. I steal a kiss from his lips, "You're the one who likes bringing it out."
Will doesn't deny it, he only hums slightly as he stands up, "Let's get a shower before we go out there like I originally planned."
"You came here knowing exactly what would happen," I argue as he turns to face me, "you know how I am after a fight."
"I don't know what you're talking about," Will says as he pulls his pants up "I just wanted to get my mate and next thing I know, I'm getting mauled against a table."
"Mauled?" I repeat, slightly offended.
"Yes, mauled!" Will snaps as he tries to fix his clothes.
"Uh huh," I mumble as I do the same, "you're completely innocent, I'm the monster here."
"Once you know," Will says with a nod before he heads for the door, his legs deceptively sturdy.
When he opens the door, he glances at me, smiling beautifully as his face lights up and he crooks his index finger.
As always, I go running.
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I LOVE THEM SO MUCH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
Thoughts????
So much has happened!!! So much to discuss!!!
Damon is alpha! Mekhi and Amelia are Betas, Peter is in university, Levi has a kid! Will is fucking touching people!!!!! AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH No I'm screaming again.
I really hope you guys enjoyed this extra because I put my whole entire foot into it so I really hope you liked it.
Please please please, comment and share throughs, I love hearing from you all.
I'm not sure when I'll do the next Epilogue, since I'll be focusing on Master updates and Patreon Extras this week and next week, but it will come eventually.
AH, I'm still screaming lmfao.
Until next time,
Byeeeeeeeeeee Humanssssssssssss
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