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Fiora (POV)

I woke up from the most blissful sleep, only to be greeted by the mesmerizing sight of the most captivating man on this planet lying beside me. The morning light caressed his shirtless form, highlighting every perfect detail. But as reality settled in, so did the discomfort— every inch of my body ached, from my back to my waist and down to my legs. It felt as though I had carried a ton of weight, and to make matters worse, I wasn't wearing anything under the sheets.

Note to self: Never again will I ask him for that kind of activity. I summoned all my strength, though every muscle protested, and slowly got up, clutching the sheets around me as I made my way to the washroom.

When I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror, I nearly gasped. I looked like a ghost—no, scratch that, ghosts probably look better than I did. My hair was a tangled mess, resembling a ball of yarn, and my body was covered in red bite marks. The nape of my neck was a striking blue and black where he had restrained himself from marking me—thankfully, he didn't. But the rest of the marks... Ugh.

"Zackary Theo Crystal, you beast," I muttered under my breath, trying to contain my disbelief.

Zack appeared with a grin plastered on his face. "You called us?" His voice was filled with amusement, and I noticed both he and Theo were still sharing control of the body, though their voices had separated. My immediate reaction was to pull the sheet tighter around me and scream, "Get out!"

Theo, with his honey-smooth voice and those irresistible puppy eyes, pleaded, "Don't cover yourself."

"Can I have some privacy?" I demanded, but before I could blink, their blended voice echoed, "No."

"You beast! You've covered me in marks and still have the audacity to say you were gentle? And now, you're breaching my privacy too?" I shot back, my voice dripping with mock anger and sarcasm.

Zack quickly grew defensive. "I was gentle! Plus, I didn't mark you. Theo and I took turns, giving you plenty of time to rest. We didn't even morph our bodies to... well, you know... fill you from both ends. And besides—"

"Stop... please, just stop... I get it, you were gentle," I interrupted, my face flushing as red as cranberries. Before I could protest further, he gently scooped me into his arms. Panic surged through me as I blurted, "Woah! Woah! Woah! I'm exhausted down to my bones. You're on your own this time—I can't help you!"

"Let me prepare a bath for you. I noticed you struggled to walk," he said with a smug smile, casually pushing a button that I assumed was for the water heater.

"Laugh all you want, but this is the first and last time we're doing this, activity" I said firmly, trying to maintain some semblance of control.

"Activity? That's called making love, my queen," Zack responded, his voice laced with a husky tone. The moment those words left his mouth, my breath caught in my throat. I stared at him, shocked and horrified.

"What's wrong?" Zack asked, his voice a deep rumble that only made matters worse. And could we all just ignore Zack's bare chest, gleaming right in front of me? Because it was definitely stirring up some sensations down south, and my body was not up for another round. I had to keep myself in check.

"Nothing, it's just... the sweetness is a bit much for me to swallow," I replied without thinking, trying to maintain some composure.

He smirked, clearly enjoying himself. "Your body's signals and the words leaving your mouth don't match, you know that, right?" His teasing tone only made him ten times hotter, and I couldn't help but think, Oh! I want to bite him, if only my body allowed.

"You can, even if your body doesn't allow it," he replied smoothly, and my jaw practically hit the floor. "You can hear me?" I asked, wide-eyed.

He nodded, that infuriating smirk still plastered on his face.

Covering half of my face with the sheets, I hesitantly asked, "Since when?"

"Since I tasted you," he said, and I swear that smirk deepened. "So... the entire night," I blushed furiously and buried my face in the pillow, my mind swirling with the mixture of emotions and lingering sensations from the night before. Zack's soft laughter filled the room, sending a thrill down my spine that I couldn't ignore, even as my body ached from our earlier activities.

He leaned closer, his breath hot against my ear, and whispered, "There's no need to hide, you know. Every part of you drives me wild."

I peeked out from the pillow, my heart pounding as his words sent a rush of heat through me. "You're impossible," I mumbled, though the smile tugging at my lips betrayed me.

Zack's eyes darkened, a primal hunger flickering in them. "Oh, I'm very possible, my queen. And you know it."

Before I could muster a response, he captured my lips in a kiss so deep, so consuming, that it stole the breath from my lungs. His hands roamed my body, reigniting the fire that had burned through me last night. My skin tingled where his fingers brushed, leaving a trail of heat that made me crave more.

He pulled back just enough to speak, his voice low and commanding. "I'm not done with you yet."

I shivered, my exhaustion warring with the desire his touch sparked within me. "Zack... Theo... I'm serious. I don't think I can—"

He silenced me with another kiss, his tongue teasing mine, coaxing me back into the haze of need that clouded my thoughts. "You don't have to do anything," he whispered against my lips, his breath warm and tantalizing. "Just let me take care of you."

My body responded before my mind could catch up, arching into his touch, silently pleading for more. He knew exactly what he was doing, how to drive me to the brink of madness with the slightest touch, the faintest whisper of his breath against my skin.

His lips left mine, trailing down my neck, sucking gently at the sensitive spots that made me gasp. Every kiss was a deliberate act, a slow burn that set my nerves aflame. His hands slid under the sheets, finding their way to the curves of my hips, pulling me closer, positioning me just how he wanted.

"I can feel your heart racing," he murmured, his voice a blend of Zack and Theo, sending a thrill of anticipation through me. "I can feel how much you want this."

"I... I do," I admitted, my voice breathy, barely a whisper.

He smiled, his gaze holding mine as his hand traced the outline of my body, lingering at the places he knew drove me wild. "Good. Because I'm not stopping until you're screaming my name."

His words were a promise, one that sent a delicious shiver through me. He shifted, his body pressing against mine, the heat of his skin burning through the thin barrier of the sheets. Every inch of him radiated power and desire, a potent combination that left me utterly at his mercy.

He began to move against me, his touch firm but teasing, a slow rhythm that built the tension between us to unbearable levels. My breath hitched, my body responding to him with a desperation that surprised me. I was helpless against the wave of pleasure he unleashed with every deliberate motion, every carefully placed kiss.

"Zack... please..." I whimpered, my voice breaking as the tension inside me reached a fever pitch.

His smirk was wicked, his eyes gleaming with satisfaction as he continued his slow, torturous assault on my senses. "Not yet," he whispered, his voice a dark promise that made my heart skip a beat. "I want to see you undone for me. Completely."

His words spiralled me, the anticipation building to an almost painful intensity. I clutched at him, my nails digging into his skin as he pushed me closer and closer to the edge. My body trembled, desperate for release, but he held me back, keeping me teetering on the brink, driving me insane with the need for more.

Finally, when I thought I couldn't take it anymore, he shifted, his mouth finding mine in a bruising kiss as his hands worked their magic, sending me crashing over the edge. My world shattered around me, waves of pleasure washing over me in an overwhelming torrent. I cried out his name, my voice breaking as the intense sensations consumed me entirely.

He held me through it, his hands gentle as they soothed the tremors that wracked my body. As I slowly came down from the high, he kissed me softly, his lips lingering on mine as if to savour the moment. "You were amazing," he whispered against my lips, his voice full of reverence and awe.

I smiled weakly, my body utterly spent but completely satisfied. "You're too much," I managed to say, my voice barely above a whisper.

He chuckled, pulling me closer, wrapping us both in the sheets as he cradled me against his chest. "And you love every second of it," he murmured, his voice laced with affection and possessiveness.

I snuggled into him, my exhaustion finally catching up with me. "Maybe I do," I whispered, a contented smile playing on my lips as I drifted off to sleep in his arms, feeling safe, cherished, and completely fulfilled.

I slept through the entire afternoon, waking up to a gnawing hunger that twisted my stomach. The moment I opened my eyes, a wave of panic hit me—Samragyi had asked me to work on the weapon. "Oh no, I completely forgot!" I mumbled, trying to push myself up from the bed, but my body screamed in protest, every muscle aching as if I'd been through a battle. I glanced down at myself, realizing I was dressed in an oversized shirt and trousers that smelled faintly of night blossoms.

Frustrated and too sore to move, I reached out through the Mind Link, desperately calling Samragyi's name, but all I got was silence. A cold shiver ran down my spine. "Why isn't she answering?" My heart raced as my phone rang from somewhere downstairs.

I tried reaching Zack, but he too was unresponsive. Fear started to creep in, tightening around my chest. "What's going on?" I whispered, anxiety gnawing at me. With no other option, I used my power to lift myself off the bed, floating toward the door. The effort left me feeling drained, but I needed to know who was calling. I floated downstairs and grabbed my phone—Miss Ziwa's name flashed on the screen.

I answered, "Hello?"

On the other end, Samragyi's voice came through, laced with concern. "You know I can't respond to your Chittasandhi. Where are you? Are you in trouble? Where's Zack?"

Relief washed over me at the sound of her voice. "Sorry, I forgot you can't answer that link. I'm with Zack, and I'm safe," I reassured her, though my own fear hadn't fully subsided.

She sighed, the tension easing just a bit. "Good. I was worried, and so was your father. He's been asking about you since last night, but Zack wouldn't tell us where you both went." Her voice softened, carrying that motherly warmth I always found comforting.

I frowned, curiosity piqued. "Huh, really? What did he say?"

"He just told us you're safe, that he's with you, and that you're too exhausted to talk, so there's no need to worry," Samragyi explained. There was a pause, a heavy silence between us before she added, "But I think he's deliberately keeping you away from us."

A flicker of doubt crossed my mind. "Yeah, I've been wondering the same. But... why would he do that" I mused aloud, the unease in my chest growing. "Samragyi, would it be alright if I postponed our work on the weapon?"

Her response was understanding, yet firm. "Of course, take your time, but do try to be swift."

Something in her calm tone made me uneasy. " How did you agree so fast, Aren't you worried about the kills anymore?" I asked, suspicion creeping into my voice.

She calmly replied "I was never concerned about the people who were killed—they were rapists, scum who deserved their fate. We've been bound by ridiculous, non-impactful laws for too long. It's almost refreshing to see someone taking out the trash. But what concerns me is the male part of Ebon. The more they kill, the more powerful they become. He died with an intense desire to rule, I know the moment he gains enough power he'll come for our blood that's why we need to destroy him before he becomes unstoppable."

I realized then how immense the burden of leadership truly was for Samragyi. She had to balance justice with mercy, wielding power with fairness that demanded respect rather than instilling fear.

"I'm sorry, Samragyi, for being so reckless," I confessed, my voice barely above a whisper.

Her response was gentle, yet carried a note of sternness. "Agreed. What you did was reckless, but sometimes, making mistakes is the only way to find the right path." Her voice was soothing, a balm to my troubled mind. I couldn't help but admire her wisdom and the way she allowed room for error, understanding that it's part of growth

"After all this, we'll need a long vacation!" I said, my voice bubbling with excitement, the thought of escape from all this chaos bringing a rare smile to my face.

Samragyi chuckled on the other end, matching my enthusiasm. "Indeed, we will. A well-deserved one." Her words were filled with warmth, but as I stifled a yawn, my exhaustion betrayed me.

She noticed immediately. "Rest now, Fiora. You sound exhausted," she said softly, her motherly tone making me feel cared for, even from miles away.

"Mmm... you're right. I'll rest," I murmured, my eyelids already feeling heavy. "See you soon, Samragyi. Have a wonderful day."

"You too, dear. Rest well," she replied gently before we ended the call.

I was still feeling drained, so I decided to take a page from the book of self-respecting women facing trouble: I reached out to the one person who could help.

"Old man, Old man!" I called out through our mind link, my voice a mix of exasperation and hope.

His response was immediate, tinged with both irritation and a touch of paternal concern. "That's Father to you, young lady! WHERE ARE YOU? How dare you mind-block me!"

I couldn't help but laugh. "I do have a father, you know. It's just a bit awkward calling you that."

I could almost hear his sigh of resignation through the link. He gave a slight agreeing sound, and there was a trace of hurt in his voice. I hurried to smooth things over. "Instead, can I call you Baba or Old Man—whichever suits your fancy?" I added in a playful, babyish tone, even though I couldn't see his expression, his voice hinted at a happy smile. "What do you prefer?"

He pondered for a moment before replying with a tone of mock seriousness. "Hmmm... After much deliberation, I think I'll go with Old Man when I need something and Baba when I'm not taking 'no' for an answer."

I grinned, feeling like a fool but enjoying the banter. "So, every time you see me, you're expecting something from me, huh?"

He chuckled, clearly enjoying the playful exchange. "Seems like it's going to be that way, doesn't it?"

"I didn't realize my old man was such a sharp observer. Impressive!" I said with a grin, still savouring the unexpected compliment.

He made a sound of agreement, his tone casual. "So, what can I help you with?"

I took a breath, shifting my demeanour to seriousness. "Baba, how do mind blocks work?"

His eyebrows knitted together in thought. "Didn't I explain this to you before?" His tone mirrored mine, reflecting my concern.

"Even if you did, I don't remember it clearly," I admitted, feeling a bit embarrassed.

He nodded thoughtfully. "When you're intensely focused on the external world, your mind tends to block out other distractions to maintain better concentration." He paused as if weighing his words. "However, your parents and mate are always exceptions to this rule. I would have suggested seeing the pack doctor, but since you're not an Ixcheline, you shouldn't be able to communicate this way without your mate's mark. It might be related to your magical abilities. Perhaps you should consult with Samragyi—she might have more insight." He offered his advice with a note of helplessness.

I nodded, recalling our previous conversation. "I did speak with her. She mentioned that I use Chittasandhi as a power, but since it's a rare form of magic, she isn't entirely sure of its full potential."

There was a brief silence as he absorbed this. I took the opportunity to share my thoughts. "I think it might be connected to your blood, Baba. I heal much faster than a normal magic holder, though not as quickly as a werewolf..."

"Ixcheline," my old man corrected gently.

"Yes, yes, Ixcheline," I replied, slightly flustered. I hesitated, unsure of how to broach my next topic. "Also..." I trailed off, debating whether it was appropriate to discuss it with him.

He must have sensed my hesitation. "Fiora, I can't read minds. You'll need to speak up if you want me to understand."

I sighed heavily, frustration evident in my voice. "I want to bite into Zack's neck—not in a playful way, but like really sink my teeth into his neck." I waited, anticipation mingling with unease, for his response.

After a few tense moments, he finally spoke, his tone serious. "There's a possibility that your Ixcheline blood is clashing with your Etherean blood. It has happened before—though the outcomes were grim. In the past, infants with such a mix couldn't endure the conflicting energies within them. They lived up to eighteen years, but when they went through shapeshift, the pain was so intense they died on the spot. Only one survived a bit longer, but she ultimately succumbed to the internal battle between her energies and ended her own life."

His words were sobering, and I felt a chill. "I'm not trying to scare you, child. But you've outlived the typical transformational period and have a remarkable command over your magic. I still believe this situation is tied to your magical abilities."

I nodded, trying to process the gravity of the situation. "Does that give you any insight?" I asked, hoping for some clarity.

He sighed, a heavy, resigned sound escaping his lips, almost like a drawn-out 'no'. 

"So, when are you coming back?" His voice held a note of anticipation while changing the topic.

"I could come back right away," I replied, "but I have a hunch that Zack doesn't want me to return just yet."

I connected with Baba through the mind link. "I figured that out," he responded.

"What do you think could be the reason?" I asked, my curiosity piqued.

"It's not my place to answer that," he said with a heavy sigh. "You'll need to ask him directly."

As his words lingered, I heard the door creak open. A sense of urgency swept over me. "Thank you, Baba. I'll talk to you soon," I said quickly, ending the link. With a happy stride, I headed towards Zack, hiding whatever I learned.

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Word count:- 3100

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Date:- 09/09/2024