Being bitten by him had changed the dynamic of our relationship on Williem’s side, but I have no idea what it means for me.
He was even more possessive; something I had considered impossible. Considering the fact that I was half human, I don’t know if it would change anything significant for me. All I can do is watch and wait.
Maybe this heightened need for his touch was the way my body reacted to it.
I knew what it was. I know he had marked me in the way Lycans marked their mates but it didn’t make sense to me.
Alyssa had explained the implications of his bite, it was meant as a message to the unmated Lycans and all wolf-kind that I was taken. It was less of a physical mark, and more of a change in the way I smelled and looked to other Lycans. And it also strengthens our bond.
The thought of that makes me smile, Williem had marked me as his mate, now I smelled like him.
I stretch my T-shirt on, ready to go find him if he hasn’t wandered far and convince him to come back to bed with me.
Walking to the patio I can see Lake and Williem seated on a stump talking. I strain my now superior hearing, hoping to catch their conversation.
It works!
I can hear it but it makes me wish I remained completely human, unable to believe what they are saying.
“I think I’d be happier if Sierra was my mate.” Williem laughs. “Angelina is nothing like Sierra. She doesn’t know anything about the way we live or what it means to be an alpha’s mate….” Williem tells Lake.
Although I have acted like I didn’t care about him enough to love him, I feel my heart break into a million pieces in that second.
Chapter 9
Williem
I am woken out of my sleep by a thrumming down my lieutenant bond. I come to full consciousness with Angelina sleeping beside me.
Carefully stepping out of bed so I don’t wake her, I feel Lake not far away through the bond and I follow it to him. He is the reason I am awake and leaving Angelina alone, even if it is for just for a moment.
As I dress, I ruminate on the events of yesterday.
Finding out that Angelina’s mother was once a part of our sister pack is jarring, and knowing how they were murdered was the final nail in the coffin and I have no idea what to do, or how to make her feel better.
Like several Lycans my age, Lake and I had lost our parents at the same time to a coordinated attack led by rogues; most likely the same ones who had taken her parents from her, leaving us as charges of the pack as a whole.
I had grown up with every child and adult around me, belonging to everyone and no one. I wish she had experienced that too. It might not be as good as growing up with real parents, but it sure as hell beats growing up in an orphanage.
I couldn’t let anything like that happen ever again, not on my watch.
I make my way out the house barefooted, and walk to where Lake is perched a couple hundred meters or so away from my home.
“There are more.” He declares as a greeting.
“Fucking hell. We can’t catch a break can we?” I mutter curses under my breath.
Rogues might have been human once, but the feelings they evoked in me dulled my ability to care for anything other than their absolute destruction. “Where are they?” I finally ask.
“Scattered. We can’t get a lock on them. They seem more coordinated than I have ever seen. It gives me the creeps to see them intelligently hunt prey.”
I know what he means. These rogues were working together and not just going after what they considered prey in a mad rush.
It seemed like in contrast to Lycans who got closer to their beasts as the full moon approached, these rogues got closer to their human side, leading to the higher intelligence we observed.
My rangers had provided reports of more gatherings of rogues in the woods surrounding Riviera. The town was not safe, and the last thing it needed was even more rogues. Intelligent rogues for that matter. I need to take care of them now.
“Did you hear about my mate and who killed her parents?” I ask, despite knowing before I open my mouth that he most likely knew already. Maybe even before I did.