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Authors: Viola Rivard
Claimed by the Alphas: Part Five
Claimed by the Alphas
PART
FIVE
Copyright ©2014 by Viola Rivard
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Numerous packs called the Cordilleras their home, and I often had nightmares of enemy wolves raiding the den. In my dreams they would kill Rein, slaughter the pack, and then they would come for me. Far from the structure and security of humanity, those with power did as they pleased, and those without it did what they must.
Rein was not the largest of the alphas I had seen, nor did he have the most fearsome reputation, yet I grew to trust in him, as his pack did. He was shrewd, and knew that his true strength
lay not only in being capable of acting, but also knowing which actions to take.
Marie du Luponte, 1931
An excerpt from
Wolves of the Cordilleras
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the absence of a suitable rope, Sable was forced to improvise in hanging the body. She lifted the disfigured carcass, impaling it on a low-hanging branch. One of the arms, which had been hanging on by bits of stringy tissue, fell off and landed in the red and white snow.
Caim imagined that it had been a very unpleasant death for the cat.
Though it had been less than an hour since he’d ripped its innards out, he had very little recollection of the fight. According to Lotus, he had tried to beg for his life while he still had a throat.
She stood beside him now,
frowning and tapping her foot impatiently. When she caught him staring at her, Lotus’s frown deepened.
“I am starting to think that you and your human are perfect for one another.”
“And why is that?” he asked, knowing that she was gearing up for a tirade.
“
Because you both behave impulsively and without thought as to how your actions will affect others. I shudder to think of what would happen if Asch did not return and the future of our pack rested in the care of two ignorant fools.”
While he was used to Lotus criticizing him, he found his agitation stirring at her disparaging his mate. He knew that it was more or less justified, but
it irritated him nonetheless.
“My tolerance is thin,” he told her, narrowing his eyes. “Make your point or be silent.”
She matched his glare. “Killing him was stupid. This,” she hissed, pointing at carcass, “is insane. I recognize his scent. Do you really think it is wise to string up their leader’s brother?”
“He trespassed in my territory,” Caim said, raising his chin. “Now, he will serve as a warning to others who would think to do the same.”
“This has nothing to do with trespassing. They have been hunting on the outskirts of the valley for months and we have made no move to retaliate.”
He cocked his head. “And now we have.”
“No,” she said, throwing her hands up. “What you have done is dismember one of their males, and for what? Sniffing your mate? Is it so hard to imagine that he was simply curious about the unattended human female wandering around the forest at night, and did not plan to assault her?”
“She carried my scent,” he said, his expression hardening. “He knew what he was doing.”
Caim, however, did not. It was unlikely that the werecat had sought to kill his human, as it would serve no purpose except to incite the wolf pack. Perhaps he had thought to ransom her, or more likely he had been beguiled by the lingering aroma of the mating thrall. Either way, it had not mattered. From the moment the cat had approached Caim’s mate, he had been dead.
“Maybe he did,” Lotus said. “But that does not warrant causing a feud between our pack and their tribe. Not while Asch and four of our most capable fighters are gone.
You forget that she is Asch’s mate as well. You had no right to jeopardize her, or the pack, without his consent.”
“
Asch was just as prepared as I was to hunt him down and kill him.”
“Before he realized that he was reacting emotionally rather than logically,” she shot back.
Caim ground his teeth, not confident that he could continue the argument without getting physical.
It had been year since they had fought. Lotus was six years older than
he was, and when they were children she had always been bigger. Like all pups, they had often wrestled with one another. Usually their brawls had begun on the heel of an argument and ended in laughter, with Lotus pinning Caim into submission.
But when they beca
me juveniles, things had changed between them. As an alpha, Caim had grown large, fast. Inevitably the day had come when Lotus could not best him, and he had pinned her. It had been the day he had discovered not only the thrill of being dominant, but also the pleasures of the female body. After that, Caim had relished in their arguments, if only because it gave him an excuse to fight her and to pin her.
Caim became aware that she was no longer speaking, and he recognized the expectant look she was giving him. It was a wary, lustful look. In his younger years it would have went straight to his cock. Now, it merely confused him.
A week ago, when Lotus had returned to the den, he had propositioned her. The human had angered him, and he may have very well rutted with Lotus, had she not rejected him. He could have easily swayed her, but she had alluded to the fact that his mate cared for him. That fact alone would not have stopped him from rutting where he pleased, but it had intrigued him enough to give him pause.
Much had happened since then.
During the mating thrall, Caim had experienced unparalleled desire. It had come to him, over and over again, always ending in a searing climax that tore through his body as he poured himself into his mate. Perhaps it was the memories of the thrall, still so fresh in his mind, which rendered him unaffected by Lotus’s wanton gaze. His jaw tightened, and he stared at her, unblinking. She averted her eyes, her tanned cheeks reddening.
“It will pass,” she said quietly. “You will grow tired of her, and when you do I will be here waiting, as I always have.”
She turned and walked away, the snow crunching softly beneath her light steps. Before he had time to contemplate her strange behavior, Sable approached.
“It is done,” she informed him, nodding towards the tree. Caim surveyed her work. The cat’s carcass had been grotesquely arrayed. Birds were already circling the sky above the body. By the time his tribe found him, his human form would likely be unrecognizable.
“Do you like what I did with his guts?” she asked.
“I approve,” he said, the corners of his lips tugging with his amusement.
She brought her bloodstained fingers to her lips, absently licking at them as they stared at the macabre array in a companionable silence. He could not help but think about how much easier things were with Sable. Like Lotus, Sable had been his pack mate since he was a pup. The same age, they grown up together and had always been friends. When they were juveniles, Lotus had never had a problem with him rutting with Sable, and had often joined them.
“Do you think I will become bored with my mate?”
It was a question that he could not have asked Asch. It would have angered the other alpha, who was obstinate about remaining faithful to their mate. Since she had come to the pack, Asch had scarcely laid a hand on one of his favorites, and had clearly instructed them to keep their distance from him as well. Caim had not gone so far as to order Lotus and Sable away from him, primarily because he had presumed from the start that their bond would be unaffected by the human. Even after he had agreed to share her, he had seen her more as Asch’s mate than his own.
It had made perfect sense. Asch could be the one to care for her and provide her with the affection she seemed to crave. When his mate was fertile, he could sire pups on her, but otherwise he could remain uninvolved in her day to day life, retaining all of the freedoms he had been accustomed to before she had stumbled into his life.
But at some point, that too, had changed.
“Who knows?” Sable said, shrugging. “I certainly do not.
I do think she is important to you. I am sure that your friend could attest to that, had he a throat.” They both laughed, and Caim felt his irritation begin to dissipate. Sobering, she asked, “Do you want to remain loyal to her?”
He considered the question, his eyebrows furrowing. “I do not want to be disloyal to her.” It was the most he could commit to, and he was not sure how long he would feel that way. Now that the thrall was over and she was likely carrying his pup, he had little obligation towards her, outside of ensuring that she had adequate care.
Decisively, he said, “I am alpha. I am within my rights to change my mind if I please.”
“This is true,” Sable said, nodding. “Well, I would not worry much about Lotus for now. Whatever you decide, she will make peace with it, as I have.”
Curious, he asked, “Are you not disappointed that I took a mate?”
She looked thoughtful. “I will miss our couplings.” Smirking at him, she added, “You are the only male who can pin me into submission. Though, I may enjoy doing the pinning for a change.”
Caim grinned, giving the carcass one final glance before turning back towards the den. Before he shifted, Sable put a hand on his shoulder, halting him.
“She was always your favorite,” she told him. “Even when you were small, after your mother died, you would follow her around everywhere.”
“I remember.”
“And when you were ready to take a partner, she was y
our first choice. She has never been anything but your favorite.”
“You are repeating yourself,” he said, growing annoyed again. He wanted to shift, and was strangely anxious to return to the den. He had been away for hours, and it bothered him to be so far from his mate, no doubt another lingering effect of the mating thrall.
“I do not know how to explain,” she said, shaking her head. “All she has ever been is your favorite. She does not know how to be anything else. She will have to learn how to be your friend, as I have.”
He smacked her hand away, gazing at her through slanted eyes. “I was not aware that we were friends.”
Sable moved to slap him, but he caught her wrist, twisting it behind her back. Her eyes wide with excitement, she bit down hard on his muscled forearm. He let out a snort of laughter, pushing her head back with the flat of his palm.
They shifted then, chasing and biting at one another all the way back to the den.
Mila peeked over the rock, chewing her bottom lip as she eyed the females on the dais. Lotus and Sable were engaged in a conversation, the latter of which was gesticulating wildly. Whatever she said must have amused Lotus, because she threw her head back in laughter. Once her hysterics subsided, she tilted her head back to say something to Caim, who was lying beside them in his wolf form. As she spoke, Lotus placed a hand on Caim’s side, idly stroking his fur.
If Mila could have anything in the world right now, it would be the power to strangle people with her mind.
“What did she say to him?” she asked Gem. The bleary-eyed teenager frowned.
“I’m not sure. Sable made a joke about a turtle and Lotus said something to Caim about running.”
Mila groaned and ran a hand through her messy hair. “You’re not making any sense. I need to know, word for word, what they’re saying.”
“
They’ve known each other for a long time. Most times they talk about things that don’t make sense to the rest of us,” she told her. “Besides, if they catch us spying, Sable will box my ears.”
Mila held us a finger. “One, I don’t even know what that means.” She held up another finger. “And two, no one is going to mess with you, least of all, Sable. Let’s not forget who has ranking here. I’m the mate of the alphas.”
Gem hesitated before saying, “Mila, that don’t mean anything.”
She huffed in response. “Of course it does.
Maybe before, when I was just some random human it didn’t, but now that I’m probably, well, you know,” she gestured towards her stomach, “things are different now.”
Gem gave her an exasperated look. “Even if you have a baby, or ten babies, it doesn’t change the fact that Lotus and Sable are dominant to you.”
“Are not.”
“
I’m not gonna argue with you, it’s just a fact.” She put her hands on Mila’s shoulders. “You’re important to the pack, real important, but you aren’t dominant. It’s a big difference.”
“I don’t get it,” she replied, frowning. “How can they possibly be dominant to me? It’s not like either of them could hurt me.”
“Let’s be serious. They could snap your neck before you could blink two times. They just don’t because they know their necks would be next,” she explained. She pointed towards the dais. “If you want to know why they’re dominant to you, take a look and see where they are, and then where we are.”
Mila’s s
houlders slumped. Gem was right. She was delusional if she thought that Lotus and Sable would answer to her. Lotus had to be the most prickly person she’d ever met, and so far Sable had treated Mila as if she didn’t exist. Things were not supposed to be this complicated.
It had been less than a day since she and the alphas had returned to
the Cairn, the large den where the Lazarus pack was currently residing. Between nearly being eaten by a cat and Asch’s abrupt departure, she had been an emotional wreck. A brief nap had served to take the edge off of her anxiety, but it hadn’t changed her situation. With the very real possibility that she was pregnant, she had become irrevocably tied to Asch and Caim, and she still didn’t know how she felt about that.
Sure, it had seemed like a fantastic idea when she had been inexplicably hormonal during the thrall. But of all the things she’d been worried about before the mating thrall, there was one thing th
at she had seriously overlooked: what would happen next?
Mila had known that she’d have to address the issue of Caim’s favorites, and that she would have to lay down some ground rules regarding her role as their mate, but this had all been under the assumption that they would actually care about her opinion.
It hadn’t really occurred to her that once the mating thrall was over, the males would just lose interest in her.
Maybe she was overreacting, at least where Asch was concerned. Earlier that morning, he had seemed genuinely sad at having to leave her. He couldn’t have left at a worse time, because she had no idea where she stood with Caim.
He had hardly acknowledged her since they’d returned to the den. She’d woken up to find out that he was gone, off doing god-knows-what in the woods with Lotus and Sable. When they had returned, all three had seemed irritable, and Mila had kept her distance, hoping that Caim would approach her. He hadn’t.
Now it was past noon and whatever funk had been hanging over the three of them seemed to have lifted. Aside from being tired, they all seemed to be in a good mood, which pissed her off. Caim wasn’t supposed to be happy when she was miserable.
Gem let out a loud yawn, pulling Mila from her gloomy thoughts. Looking around, she could see that many of the wolves were sprawled out on their pallets, fast asleep. Only a stone’s throw from them, Rosie was curled up in her wolf form, oblivious to the carrying on of the few wolves that remained awake.
Despite her nap,
Mila was tired too, and more than just mentally. From what she remembered of the thrall, her sleep had been very broken. Between the relentless appetites of the two males, she had hardly ever gotten more than a few hours of rest.
“I’m going to get some sleep,” Mila said, standing. Gem rose with her.
“Are you gonna try to talk to Caim?”
Mila sighed, shaking her head. “I drive myself crazy over that man every day. I think I just need to give it a rest and see how things play out.”
“Want me to walk you to your room?”
“That’s okay, I know the way.” She waved, before heading towards the corridor that led to her bedroom. Through sheer force of will, she didn’t turn back to look at Caim.
~~~
A disquieting feeling settled over Caim as he watched his mate move to leave the cavern. Generally, he erred towards leniency with her comings and goings within the den, but with everything that had happened in the past few hours, he did not want her out of his sight.
He stood and shook the dust from his pelt. Lotus touched his side, concern marring her expression. “What’s wrong?” Her eyes flicked over to the retreating human. “It is late. She is probably going to rest. We should do the same.”
Caim looked between her and the human before shifting. No matter how easy it had become to shift from form to form, he doubted he woul
d ever become accustomed to being in his human form. His skin felt too tight, his large bones and muscles too compressed. He found it hard to believe that he had been born as anything but a wolf.
He stretched, his bones popping to relieve some of the pressure. Lotus moved in front of him, placing a hand on his chest.
“Stay with us,” she said.
“Just days ago, you were encouraging me to spend more time with my mate,” he reminded her.
He watched her face carefully, noting as the corners of her mouth tightened. “Speak plainly, Lotus. I am growing tired of this.”
Bluntly, she said, “That was necessary. Now, things will be easier for everyone involved if you maintain your distance.”
He contemplated her words, knowing that behind the obvious jealousy lied an unsettling truth. As he was not sure that he would always want to be loyal to his mate, they could avoid future complications if he simply stopped sharing her bed now. Unfortunately, Caim was far too selfish for that.
“I will take that into consideration,” he told her, removing her hand from his chest. He brushed past her and headed down from the dais. Wisely, Sable made no move to stop him.
He knew that he had hurt Lotus, and would undoubtedly continue to hurt her. He was not so pitiless that it did not bother him. Much like Asch and Sable, Lotus would always be an important part of his past.
But Mila, and the pups they would have together, were his future.