Werewolf’s Heartsong

Chapter 81

Damien’s POV

Today had been eventful. This morning at breakfast I introduced my mate status with Alora. I’ve taken

on her surname and bonded into her Clan. I bonded with my Beta and his mate was now my Gamma.

Then I watched as they were bonded as Clan members to my mate. I had felt how deep these

connections were. I got to watch my mate as she transformed into Selena in front of me.

‘Goddess’ she was just as much a temptation in this form as she was in her human form. I had

hardened to the point of pain at the sight. Kissing her like that had been an all encompassing desire I

was helpless to ignore, even if I had wanted too. And I would have been a stupid wolf indeed not to

answer. My mate needed assurance of my attraction to her, Selena was conscious of the scars marking

her skin, but I would lick every inch of those marks, till she forgot everything but the pleasure I could

bring her.

Watching her fight with Victors Sprite form Nicholas had been something out of this world. Like

something you would find in an Anime or a Japanese cosplay or fantasy action movie. They didn’t just

fight with swords, they fought with magic too. Flame and lightning. Her flames were purple and

entrancing, laced with blue lightning. She had sent them to coat her swords, as did Nicolas. His flame

was black, his lightning red.

When their swords and power came together on that first strike, it caused a back blow of power that

had pushed us all back. The scattering of lightning across the ground sent us scrambling even farther

back. Master Brock was standing off to the side, smiling like a proud papa. I remember the day I had

been assigned to train with him. He had been a shell of a wolf, days away from killing himself with his

grief.

He had lost his new mate, and their first pup, at the same time in an awful tragedy. My father had

ordered him to train Xander and me, it had gradually brought this wolf back to life, he had a reason to

keep going. A duty he felt he was responsible for fulfilling. Darien and Matt would occasionally train

with him, but they’d had a different Trainer as their full time Master (2

When I was about to leave for University I had worried I wouldn’t see the Training Master when I got

back. Afraid that he would feel his Duty was done and he could finally let himself expire. It was the faint

smell of blood and the slightest of limps Alora had one day that gave me the inspiration. I had seen a

dying she pup in those eyes. And it had torn me to pieces, it was one of my reasons for refusing to go

off to the University at first.

I felt I would lose her for sure if I didn’t do something. So I had put the two people I had feared losing

while gone, together. Brining Alora to see Master Brock the day after graduation. My attraction to her Text © 2024 NôvelDrama.Org.

already having started by then. My attachment to her was soul deep, I hated the idea of being away

from her side, but I had a duty to fulfill for not only my Clan, but my Pack, and all the Packs. 3

I had wanted to make sure I was in a position that would allow me to take her away from the life that

was making her want to die, and protect her, provide her with a life she wanted to live instead. She was

so smart, extremely intelligent, and I hope our pups got every bit of her brains. I had been young,

and hadn’t had the power to do much, but what I could do, I did.

When Master Brock had looked at her, I knew what he had seen. An abused pup who wanted to give

up on life, so when I had asked him to train her, he had immediately agreed. Every time I came back to

visit those rare moments, I saw a new life and vitality to those two, they had needed each other. She

needed a father figure to make her stronger, to give her a fighting spirit, and he needed a reason to

keep living. Alora had provided him that reason.

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I had thought ‘Now I can continue to give him more reasons to keep living’. Besides, who better other

than Alora and me, was there to train our future pups. With that thought, I had walked to his side. “Don’t

think your job is done yet Old Man.” I’d said in a dry tone “I fully expect you to help train any pups Alora

and I have.”

He had looked emotional for a moment before he pulled himself together, saying “Who could ever

possibly more qualified to train any of Alora’s pup’s.” I had noticed he had deliberately said Alora’s

pups, leaving me out of it. I had to growl at him and he had just smiled. He liked to tease me, and I let

him, he felt like a beloved Uncle to me, he was best friends with Dad and Boris, so this made sense.

Then I had remembered something Dad had mentioned briefly this morning. “Hey, Old Man.” I say to

get his attention. “Dad said we’re supposed to get a Pack Transfer Today, a new Battle Historian and

Master Strategist Trainer.” I told him.

He had looked at me and frowned “Anyone we know?” he’d asked me.3

“No, but the wolf comes from one of the farthest of the Northern Packs, the Arctic Plaines Pack.” I’d told

him.

“Any idea why the wolf chose us?” he’d asked me.

“From what dad told me, the wolf is coming here because we had an employment opportunity, and

hasn’t found a mate among their Pack, and seems to be hoping, by relocating here, they’ll find one.” I’d

said. 2

“You got a name for the wolf?” he’d asked.

“Sam Bearhunter, I was told for their size, this wolf was very powerful.” I’d told him. (70

“So a small wolf huh? Most of our males here are large, the wolf may have some trouble.” he had said

to me.

Then we had gone back to paying attention to the fight. Till Master Brock called a halt to it. When

Selena walked over to me, my mate had transformed into a fourth form, and it had been sexy. It was all

of them melded together, my wolf howled in desire inside me and all I wanted to do was tear her cloths

off and mate with her. O

I wanted to mate with her in all her forms. Every part of her was beautiful, and all mine. The kiss I gave

her had set me to near bursting, my balls had drawn up and my cock had throbbed painfully, and had

leaked out of the tip. ‘Goddess’ I had wanted to ravish her right then. When I had asked her what to call

her fourth form, she said she called it a Kitsune.

Then when I asked for a name, she had asked me to name her, saying she’s always loved when I

called her Starlight. This form had all of my mate, all of my Starlight, so it was appropriate, and the joy it

gave her I felt through the bond. Grateful something so simple, could make her so happy. I wanted to

make her happy for as long as we both lived. I could live on her smiles alone.

Then her siblings had arrived with their cousin. She had a younger sister and five younger brothers.

And they had accepted her immediately, one of the boys vary upset over having been kept from

knowing her, and of her abuse. What was surprising and hilarious at the same time, was that her

Enforcers had found their mates in her sister and her sisters cousin. 5

It provided a hilarity to the moment, it also made me feel at ease. This meant that her sister and her

friend would be living with us at the Heartsong Mansion. I was beginning to feel moving into the

Mansion, would be the first thing we would do after her Fathers visit to the Pack was over. I wanted to

be settled before Alora’s first heat began. 2

For some reason, I was starting to feel a bit like the Goddess was collecting chess pieces for

something. The something I had yet to figure out, and maybe I wouldn’t yet. But I believed it would be

for something important. My mate has already gone through trials no child should every have to go

through. So what more could there be?

My contemplation had been broken when that stupid she wolf came storming in and screeching at

Beatrice. My anger started to rise. My rage building, feeding, becoming larger. I had decided to follow

my mates lead. She had been calm, she had wanted to see what happened, then my rage had

exploded into a killing frenzy when my brother spoke allowed of one of Sarah’s favorite hobbies.

Carving up my mate. 2

I had seen the scars on Selena. Selena was just one part of my Starlight, but a part that was still mine.

All parts of my Starlight belonged to me, and Sarah had hurt them. I wanted her dead. I wanted to rip

her heart out and crush it, in front of her screaming horrified face, but I wanted to make her suffer for a

long time first. Repay her for my mates wounds.

Then her sister had revealed just exactly who she was, and a future Council Witch to both of those

Councils, was only for the powerful, and she was. Her cold aristocratic baring replacing the bubbly

happy teen we saw just moments ago. Then Alora had reminded Sarah of her mothers vow made by

blood, bound by a fire spell. It was a horribly excruciating and ugly way to die.

Stepping forward, and allowing that stupid bitch feel just how much I wanted to kill her. Sarah having

pissed herself in fear, before turning and managing to get up, and take off running, screaming from the

training arena, had been a bit cathartic. I knew my face had a very wolfish grin on it, one that said if I

caught you, I would rip you to shreds.

“Run bitch run…but you’ll never escape my wrath.” Softly spoken it may have been, but that warning

was nothing less then a vow from me.