Page 58 of Knot Quite Ready

My Grandfather hisses, and Kathleen’s face goes pale as the council files in behind Storm.Looking a little grey there bitch.

Storm runs towards the dinner table. One of the pack wolves from earlier tries to stand in her way before she rears up and puts her hoof through his head.

Fuck, that was a way better brain splatter than mine. I smile as she looks at me, giving me a look that I’m sure is her mare version of ‘Did you see that? fucking awesome, right?’ She turns around to throw off a wolf that was about to attack her, and she neighs with, what I can only assume, was a bloodthirsty cry to war.Go bestfriend, thats’ my bestfriend.

Behind her, Casimir and Tristan shift, cutting a path through the wolves pouring in from all sides of the pack house.

From the corner of my eye, I see Kathleen and my grandfather trying to escape.Oh no, you fucking don’t.

Leaping onto the table to avoid the clattered chairs, I let my claws out as I put a burst of speed and head them off before they get to whatever secret villain back door I am sure my grandfather has somewhere here.

I jump in front of them, “Oh no, you murdering little bitches. There are only two ways either of you leave here tonight. In death or with the fucking Council. I prefer death, myself. So let’s fucking choose.” I growl.

Duncan goes to open his mouth, but my mother cuts him off, “Oh no. Not the Council. My father has a lot of sins, but his greatest one? Betraying his blood, and his duty, to suit his own needs. As the closest blood relative to the current Alpha, as is my right, I will take what is owed to me by taking your life,” my mother shoves her hand through my grandfather’s back and pulls out his still beating heart.

Kathleen screams as he falls to the floor. “You bitch! What have you done?!” Kathleen’s eyes go black, and her mouth falls open, but before she can utter whatever bullshit D- Grade Avada Kedavra spell, I swipe my claws through her neck before giving her the same send-off my mother gave her father. Beating hearts, 8 out 10 do not recommend. The other 2 points are because it totally looks cool.

“Your throat for your lies and your heart because you’re a spy,” I sing-song as she falls to the floor in a heap.

As Kathleen stops twitching, my mom falls to the ground with a gasp.

“He’s here,” my mom murmurs, her face wet with tears.

“Who is here? Mom?”

“My mate, he is here,” her voice turns frantic as she stands up and stumbles towards the very one-sided melee. Five minutes ago, they were barreling into the room. Now, they were limping out. I mean, honestly, my grandfather’s wolves were just pitiful. What the fuck is the point of tactical gear if you couldn’t even follow through?

I follow my mom, but when her eyes land on Hairalt, she chokes back a sob as she runs towards him at full speed. They crash, a meeting of lips, tears, and touches as they both try to figure out if either of the other is real.

I look away, letting them have this moment as I look for Casimir.

Everything suddenly makes sense, Kathleen working with the Council closer to Harailt, presumably to make sure the bond was actually severed. Then, my wolf recognizing him but not knowing how. Mic Drop.

Stay tuned for another episode of ‘How I Met Your Wolf-Daddy.’

I shake my head as Storm stands with Calian, wrapped in one of the ugly tapestries that were laying in ruin around the room.

“Aneira, did you see my majestic as fuck entrance? Let Pixar top that shit!” She pumps her arms in the air, and I choke back a laugh while Calian sighs. The Council stands by the door, looking around with fascination. I am sure they helped, but I mean, I don’t think they counted on the bloodthirsty Alpha Mates from Cabria.

“Another dress covered in blood? Am I going to have to worry about this becoming a kink?” Casimir laughs as he pulls me into his arms.

I shrug, “That depends. Are you into it?”

“At this point, I think I’ll be into whatever keeps you off and away from planes, boats, tinted vans…”

“Let’s not forget bathrooms…Lots of nefarious things can happen in a bathroom,” I add with a smile.

“Well, before we go as far as me having to resort to being aUne Dame Pipi,how about we just get you home in our bed, where I’ll keep you safe for several, several hours?”

I blink, “You just called yourself a bathroom attendant in French. Kinky and foreign? You can take me anywhere you want and do whatever the fuck you want to me.”

He throws his head back and laughs, “I plan to, Mate. I plan to.”

Epilogue

Aniera

About 8 months later

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