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arabwelYup. More of the story that is eating my brain. Hope you enjoy!
Kita had to wonder if there was something wrong with the Alpha.
It had been more than three moons since the cub had gotten her first heat. Since then, instead of doing what Kita had expected – taking her and turned her into his bitch – the Alpha had been almost avoiding her. In fact, after witnessing Anna’s first heat, the alpha had gotten senseless and wasted a lot of good meat when he slew that pack of wolves – and orphaned the three cubs that now trailed Kita everywhere he went.
Not that he minded that overmuch – they were good pups, strong and obedient. He remembered the alpha bitch of that particular pack with a certain fondness, having happened upon her a few times in the past. He would miss her.
But, there had to be something wrong with the Alpha. Because why would have he come back to the undead one, and to fight his pack rather than take what was his? Kita shook his head, feeling a tinge of frustration. Alpha still acted like a bear with a bee up its arse, after every single time the girl came to the woods, even if she had remained at home when in heat.
It was not as if the girl was unwilling to mate, either – the way she acted around the Alpha should have been a clear indication that she wanted to be his bitch. It was all over her, in her scent, in the way she moved... the age-old instinct of all females who were of age to find a mate. She probably had no idea what she was doing, though, since she hadn’t even known where cubs came from until he’d told her.
Kita snorted. It was none of his business.
He had prey to hunt.
**
It was shortly after Easter, after Anna’s father had returned from one of his many trips, that Viktor was invited to dine and spend an evening with the man.
The dinner invitation, he did not mind overmuch – Anna attended as well, and it was always a delight to spend time with her, as quiet and well behaved as she was when in her father’s presence.
No, it was being forced to play chess with such an amateur as Erik Ulfsson that Viktor did not like.
The chairs of Erik’s study were softer, the set more beautiful, and the wine better than when he spent the evening playing and talking with his bulltaur friend, but Viktor would have preferred it vastly.
For one, Erik never could remember how the knight moved, and Viktor did not dare to correct him.
It was after one such erroneous move that Erik finally spoke of the matter that had prompted him to invite Viktor over.
“I had the fortune of convincing Jakob Nótt that Anna is a suitable bride for his younger son,” Erik remarked, lifting a hand to rub his bearded chin. “Took me a while, but eventually he agreed.”
Viktor blinked. He could not have heard right. “Say again?” He blurted out.
Erik frowned. Leaning forward in his chair. “I said, I have betrothed Anna to Jakob Nótt’s younger son, Gustav.”
Sudden tread flooded over Viktor; he knew that this could not end well. “Is that wise?” he inquired. “She is, after all, quite young…”
His host snorted and waves his hand. “Old enough. If she doesn’t wed soon, she will let some village boy ruin her for good!”
Viktor bit his lip. “I don’t think that is very likely. She is a very pious girl and mindful of her Christian duties…”
”Bah!” Erik waves his hand before he took a deep drink form his goblet. “She’s a woman and they are all like that. Better get her wed before there’s a chance of that. You keep telling me she’s bright, but she ain’t that bright.”
The idea of Anna engaging in any sort of relations was absurd, and Viktor choked on hysterical laughter. Anna was already spoken for, had been ever since the Lord of the Woods had first marked her!
But he couldn’t tell that to her father.
” I want you to post bans next Sunday;” Erik was saying. “Should be all done by the time the boy and his family get here in three weeks’ time.”
”I cannot do that,” Viktor said quickly. “Not until they have at least met.”
Erik glared at him. “Why the hell not?”
Viktor drew himself up straight in his chair. “Because it would not be proper and legal otherwise. They both have to be present.”
”Can’t you make an exception?”
The priest shook his head. “I’m afraid not.”
”Well, damn,” Erik groused. “Looks like I have to entertain Nott and his family for a while longer than I expected.”
Viktor tilted his head. “Have you told Anna yet?”
Erik looked taken aback by his question. “No. Why should I have?”
The sheer lack of caring in the man’s voice made Viktor shudder. “For one, she is the one who will be wed. And she will be quite busy with wedding preparations. If the bans are posted after the groom and his family arrive, it still gives only six, seven weeks for preparations. I would think the Nótts would find insufficient preparations a slight.”
Erik snorted. “I have that taken care of.”
As the man launched into an elaborate explanation of how the wedding preparations would be minimized, Viktor sat deeper in his chair and tried to sort out his thoughts.
This was not good.
The lord of the Woods would not hold with this; not when he had claimed Anna as his so long ago. From what Ox had told him, it was quite clear that Lordi was battling against the urge to claim Anna, and for that, Viktor had been glad. Anna was such a sweet, young innocent and he had hoped to keep her from descending into the wickedness that surely would await her at the hands of Lordi just a little longer…
No, this would not end well. Viktor wanted to stand up, to tell Erik that he would refuse to post the bans, that Anna was already spoken for – but he knew what that would lead; there was no Lord of the Woods, not in the eyes of the law. There was only demons, and consorting with demons… was a death sentence.
The only thing he could be sure of was the wrath of the Lord of the Woods.
**
*ducks and hiudes'
If you kill me there wonöt be any more!
and why, yes, the name is not a coincidence.
Kita had to wonder if there was something wrong with the Alpha.
It had been more than three moons since the cub had gotten her first heat. Since then, instead of doing what Kita had expected – taking her and turned her into his bitch – the Alpha had been almost avoiding her. In fact, after witnessing Anna’s first heat, the alpha had gotten senseless and wasted a lot of good meat when he slew that pack of wolves – and orphaned the three cubs that now trailed Kita everywhere he went.
Not that he minded that overmuch – they were good pups, strong and obedient. He remembered the alpha bitch of that particular pack with a certain fondness, having happened upon her a few times in the past. He would miss her.
But, there had to be something wrong with the Alpha. Because why would have he come back to the undead one, and to fight his pack rather than take what was his? Kita shook his head, feeling a tinge of frustration. Alpha still acted like a bear with a bee up its arse, after every single time the girl came to the woods, even if she had remained at home when in heat.
It was not as if the girl was unwilling to mate, either – the way she acted around the Alpha should have been a clear indication that she wanted to be his bitch. It was all over her, in her scent, in the way she moved... the age-old instinct of all females who were of age to find a mate. She probably had no idea what she was doing, though, since she hadn’t even known where cubs came from until he’d told her.
Kita snorted. It was none of his business.
He had prey to hunt.
**
It was shortly after Easter, after Anna’s father had returned from one of his many trips, that Viktor was invited to dine and spend an evening with the man.
The dinner invitation, he did not mind overmuch – Anna attended as well, and it was always a delight to spend time with her, as quiet and well behaved as she was when in her father’s presence.
No, it was being forced to play chess with such an amateur as Erik Ulfsson that Viktor did not like.
The chairs of Erik’s study were softer, the set more beautiful, and the wine better than when he spent the evening playing and talking with his bulltaur friend, but Viktor would have preferred it vastly.
For one, Erik never could remember how the knight moved, and Viktor did not dare to correct him.
It was after one such erroneous move that Erik finally spoke of the matter that had prompted him to invite Viktor over.
“I had the fortune of convincing Jakob Nótt that Anna is a suitable bride for his younger son,” Erik remarked, lifting a hand to rub his bearded chin. “Took me a while, but eventually he agreed.”
Viktor blinked. He could not have heard right. “Say again?” He blurted out.
Erik frowned. Leaning forward in his chair. “I said, I have betrothed Anna to Jakob Nótt’s younger son, Gustav.”
Sudden tread flooded over Viktor; he knew that this could not end well. “Is that wise?” he inquired. “She is, after all, quite young…”
His host snorted and waves his hand. “Old enough. If she doesn’t wed soon, she will let some village boy ruin her for good!”
Viktor bit his lip. “I don’t think that is very likely. She is a very pious girl and mindful of her Christian duties…”
”Bah!” Erik waves his hand before he took a deep drink form his goblet. “She’s a woman and they are all like that. Better get her wed before there’s a chance of that. You keep telling me she’s bright, but she ain’t that bright.”
The idea of Anna engaging in any sort of relations was absurd, and Viktor choked on hysterical laughter. Anna was already spoken for, had been ever since the Lord of the Woods had first marked her!
But he couldn’t tell that to her father.
” I want you to post bans next Sunday;” Erik was saying. “Should be all done by the time the boy and his family get here in three weeks’ time.”
”I cannot do that,” Viktor said quickly. “Not until they have at least met.”
Erik glared at him. “Why the hell not?”
Viktor drew himself up straight in his chair. “Because it would not be proper and legal otherwise. They both have to be present.”
”Can’t you make an exception?”
The priest shook his head. “I’m afraid not.”
”Well, damn,” Erik groused. “Looks like I have to entertain Nott and his family for a while longer than I expected.”
Viktor tilted his head. “Have you told Anna yet?”
Erik looked taken aback by his question. “No. Why should I have?”
The sheer lack of caring in the man’s voice made Viktor shudder. “For one, she is the one who will be wed. And she will be quite busy with wedding preparations. If the bans are posted after the groom and his family arrive, it still gives only six, seven weeks for preparations. I would think the Nótts would find insufficient preparations a slight.”
Erik snorted. “I have that taken care of.”
As the man launched into an elaborate explanation of how the wedding preparations would be minimized, Viktor sat deeper in his chair and tried to sort out his thoughts.
This was not good.
The lord of the Woods would not hold with this; not when he had claimed Anna as his so long ago. From what Ox had told him, it was quite clear that Lordi was battling against the urge to claim Anna, and for that, Viktor had been glad. Anna was such a sweet, young innocent and he had hoped to keep her from descending into the wickedness that surely would await her at the hands of Lordi just a little longer…
No, this would not end well. Viktor wanted to stand up, to tell Erik that he would refuse to post the bans, that Anna was already spoken for – but he knew what that would lead; there was no Lord of the Woods, not in the eyes of the law. There was only demons, and consorting with demons… was a death sentence.
The only thing he could be sure of was the wrath of the Lord of the Woods.
**
*ducks and hiudes'
If you kill me there wonöt be any more!
and why, yes, the name is not a coincidence.
