Her night wolf fall moun.., p.11
Her Night Wolf (Fall Mountain Shifters Book 5), page 11
“I hope I have omegas when I’m older,” she says, sucking on her thumb afterwards.
I lean down and kiss the top of her head, breathing in her scent. “I’m sure you will. I’ll be right there to celebrate with you, just like you are with me.”
She smiles around her thumb, and it’s too cute. Seraphim and Breelyn are already in the library, waiting in the clearing in front of the bookshelves. When I suggested where we should have the omega ceremony and we started talking about it, Valentine sent me a message to ask us all to come to the library. The library had transformed itself into this beautiful space, making it very clear what it wanted.
Silver bells, tinsel and star ornaments hang from the ceiling and bookshelves. Soft, sparkling silver carpet now lines the floor, and there is an archway of silver flowers, ribbons and delicate icicles hanging off it. It smells lovely in here, the old book scent replaced by the sweetness of the flowers. Warm light fills the space, and I swear it sparkles everywhere as I smile at my sister and best friend.
Above them, hanging high, are three large silver bells. Apparently, they ring each time an omega is chosen and accepted by the gods. Then the large bell of the city will ring to tell the whole pack that there is a new omega of their pack. This time, it will ring twice for both of them. Henderson doesn’t believe there has been an omega of Fall Mountain Pack in over a thousand years, and even then there was only one. With an angel as our beta, we are making a lot of new things happen, and I think it’s good for our pack. Without change, we would freeze in time and be easily corrupted. Change is good.
We don’t have long before the battle, a few days here or there before we have to attack on our terms. The shield is holding. That much is true, but people are restless, and we don’t have enough supplies to keep everyone alive for much longer and well-fed. After a count, we realised we only have about two weeks left, and we need this fight to be on our terms. Usually, everyone stocks up food for the winter, and they hunt within the city borders, but the Levi destroyed a sizeable portion of the crops in the attack and killed a lot of the animals or scared the rest out of the city. Our wolves need to hunt outside the pack borders, especially with all the angels currently holding up here needing to be fed.
In our last war meeting, everyone agreed we need to fight when we are strong. That we have the weapons, the numbers, and there is a chance if we hit them strong. The only thing no one is talking about is the Levi and how the numbers we can see might only be a tipping point to the amount hidden from our view.
My alphas stand near the door, and each of them runs their eyes over me, a blazing desire spreading down our bond.
Henderson clears his throat and steps closer. He holds out two silver flowers. “For my girls.”
Dip makes a little giggle noise as she takes the flower, and he grins at her. I take the other one and slide it into my hair before kissing his cheek.
“You’re so sweet, Hens,” I whisper.
“Trust me, none of the thoughts when I saw you were sweet,” he purrs back before walking away, leaving me all hot and bothered. Silas, Ragnar, and Valentine leave with Henderson and close the door behind them.
“Can you put this in my hair, Mai?” Dip asks me, holding up the flower. I notice right away that she is copying me, and I love it. I tuck the flower into the soft curls of her hair.
“Dip, you look so pretty!” Breelyn tells her. Dip has even won over Breelyn, who said once that she doesn’t like children, but Dip is another matter. My daughter is going to be so spoilt by her aunties growing up.
I walk over, and Phim gives Dip a small hug before putting her on a white chair nearby so she can watch. She sucks on her thumb again, and I glance at both of my soon-to-be omegas. They’re also in silver dresses as beautiful as my own.
“You ready for this?” I ask them both with a smile. “Last chance to back out and run away from a bond with me.”
“If I didn’t run away when you sent the maid with this dress for me,” Phim says, arching an eyebrow, “then I’m not going to now.”
“You look lovely though,” I say.
“I’d prefer leather,” she sourly replies, and we all laugh.
I look at Breelyn for her answer, and she smiles back at me. “I met you when I was running away, and it cost me much, as you well know. I saw you, a female forced to her knees before an alpha, and knew in my heart we were kindred spirits. Neither of us are ever going to bow again.”
“Never,” I agree, my eyes filling with tears. Gods, I’m already crying.
Breelyn sneakily wipes her own eyes, and Phim doesn’t tease either of us for it.
The library seems to groan, the bookshelves sounding like they are moving in excitement. I smile at the room, at the castle, which is more alive than I ever knew, and sit down on one of the three cushions on the floor under the archway. Breelyn and Phim sit down on the other two, making a triangle shape, and I look down at the ribbons on the ground. Breelyn goes to pick one up, to bind her arm to me, and I shake my head.
“Let me,” I suggest. My power smoothly glides from my chest in green vines, picking up the ribbons. I take hold of Breelyn’s and Phim’s hands, and use my magic to wrap the silver ribbons tightly around our joined hands until it feels tight.
The ribbons glow silver, a bright light blasting into the room around us, and I see Dip’s eyes widen in wonder.
“May the gods watch us and honour our pack. We call upon the ancient bonds of friendship, love, and sisterhood in this ceremony. I am the alpha female of Fall Mountain Pack, and I wish to bind myself to Seraphim Fall and Breelyn Ravensword Fall in this ceremony. Do you both accept?”
“Yes,” they both say at the same time. I feel the connection instantly as silver swirls of magic spread around us, and I grit my teeth as the light makes the omega mark on us all. I can feel it being drawn on my hip. The mark isn’t very painful, but it’s like a light burning. Everything grows so brightly silver, and the wind seems to pick up around the room—in a room that should not have any breeze.
The pain stops the second the bells ring, the high-pitched sound echoing. Twice they ring out the sound before we hear the bells outside. Silver petals fall from the ceiling, and I joyfully laugh as I look at my new omegas. I swear I hear the entire pack cheer in delight.
“I will protect you with my life, alpha female,” Breelyn tells me with a sharp nod.
“Together, we will be at your side whenever you need us,” Phim agrees. I feel their loyalty and love, and it brings tears to my eyes. They mean every word.
Phim struggles to lift up her corset to look at the mark, and I look too, once I figure out a way. A large silver moon makes up most of the mark, with a circle around it and tiny little wolves walking along the top of the circle. All of it is silver, and it seems to glow, even the little swirls that curl around her hip. Breelyn looks at her own, very similar to Phim’s. I lift mine to see the same, but mine has wolves all the way around the circle, and my swirls stretch all the way to my belly button, curling around it. The silver is a stark contrast against the black marks.
“The petals are so pretty!” Dip says, spinning around in them, and we all watch her as we stand up. She looks like a goddess herself, with all the petals falling upon her.
The alphas come into the library a little later, as we are all dancing around with Dip in the petals. Callahan and Niall are with my alphas, and all of them stop, wearing matching smiles.
I chuckle and pick up Dip as I head over to them. Ragnar is still looking behind me as he speaks. “I don’t think I’ve seen Phim and Breelyn smile so much.”
“This feels right. Like we are complete,” I happily say and smile at Dip, who yawns.
“How about we get you some food and some rest?” Henderson suggests, holding out his hands. She all but jumps to my mate and nods. “Will you make the sandwiches in bear shapes again?”
“I can make dragons. How about that?” Silas says, crossing his arms.
“Wolves are better, right, kid?” Ragnar questions.
“Why don’t you all make the sandwiches and let Dip choose the best?” I suggest.
“Good idea, Mai,” Dip agrees with a big smile. Niall chuckles low as they leave with Dip, Seraphim not far behind them, and Callahan stealing Breelyn away.
“She has them wrapped around her tiny finger,” Niall states. I completely agree, and it makes me very proud of her. I also love seeing my alphas with my daughter and how they might be one day with any children we could have together. I can almost imagine a little boy running around with their eyes, my cheeks and pout, and dark hair. Spending time with Dip has made me want more children, a castle full of them.
Valentine tugs me to him. “Unless you have somewhere to be, want to stay and ask the library for a book on the Levi?”
“We will stay,” I agree. It was always the plan to come here and ask, and there is no better time than the present. The library might outright ignore me, but we need more information about them.
“I’m going to train with my army,” Niall says, patting my shoulder.
“See you soon,” I tell him as he leaves, and he waves a hand.
Valentine and I go deeper into the library until it’s darker, and it feels...well, more like the library down here. “It feels really strange to ask you for things once again, but thank you for the book on fairy tales for my daughter. It was exactly what we needed to bond, and I suspect you know it. Thank you for setting up the ceremony, that was beautiful. I already owe you big time for that, but is there any chance you know anything about the Levi and why they’re here? Anything at all could help us.”
I’m about to give up waiting after ten minutes goes by in silence, and Valentine looks down at me, parting his lips to no doubt say the same thing when I hear a little wisp of wind in my ears, and a book thumps to my feet. I look down and pick up the book, feeling relieved. “Thank you!” It’s an old brown leatherbound book that’s aged over time, and the crisp pages have turned yellow.
I nod to Valentine, and we head down the stacks of the library until we come to a little wooden table with two chairs pushed into it, and a dim yellow table lamp hangs off the bookshelf above it. I remember this place vividly because last time we were here, Valentine made me come so hard that I saw stars, and I’m pretty sure he enjoyed himself here too.
I like being here with Valentine. He’s so big and bulky he seems to fill the small space up as he sits down on one of the chairs, and I sit on the other, watching my handsome mate. His dark hair is silky and falls just down past his ears, and his short beard only makes him sexier. He looks up and arches an eyebrow.
My cheeks burn as I look down, and I enjoy his dark, amused huff. Damn sexy mates. I open the book and start reading it the best I can. Most of it is paintings, and what is in writing is in the old language of the gods. It takes my mind a few attempts to guess at words and, to my surprise, Valentine helps me by reading some of them here and there. The first ten pages are about the author and his life, and none of it is useful or about the Levi at all. I’m starting to wonder if the library is playing a joke on us when the author writes about the gods talking to him.
“Do you think he went mad? He sounds crazy at this point,” I say to Valentine.
He hums in agreement. We carry on reading, which turns into rambling more than any solid sentences. The author says the Levi are punishments from the old gods.
“I believe he means from the Wolven gods, Mai,” Valentine suggests. I agree.
“The Levi are here until the balance is reset,” I say out loud, reading the last real sentence of the book. Everything else is unreadable scribbles until there are simply blank pages left with old blood dotted on them.
“I suspect the unnamed author met with a bad ending,” Valentine says, closing the book. It instantly disappears in a flash of light.
Valentine picks up my hand off the table, and he starts running circles around my palm, comforting me. “We will figure it out.”
“I believe we are just missing something. I wish my mum was here so I could ask her about the Wolven gods,” I say with a sigh.
“I’d have loved to see her again, too. Did I ever tell you she got all of us to come to your house one time when you weren’t there?” he tells me, his lips tilting up. “It wasn’t long after our first kiss, and I’m sure she scented something, or she just knew.”
My eyes widen. Even now, I feel a little embarrassed, but he carries on. “She made us drinks and then sat at the head of the table with such a fierce look on her face. Your mum made it clear if we hurt you, then she would tell our mum and they’d both make our lives hell. They’d agreed on it beforehand.”
I chuckle. “I can’t even imagine her doing that. You are alphas!”
“But she was your mum and damn scary to a kid,” he replies with a cool laugh. “I told her you were our family, our female, and one day you’d be our mate. We had decided it.”
“You had, huh?” I say with a smile, and he winks at me. “What did she reply?”
He laughs. “That we’d be very damn lucky if you would put up with us all. She was right.”
“I’m the lucky one,” I say softly, climbing out of my seat. I walk around the table and step in between Valentine’s open legs.
I kiss his jaw ever so tenderly, enjoying the swift change in his scent. I kiss my way to his soft lips, which part under the pressure of my own. He lets me control the kiss for all of a second before he takes over, deepening the kiss and picking me up in his arms. He pushes me against the bookcase on the other side, shaking it hard, and books fall down, but neither of us notice.
He bunches my skirt up, feeling that I’m bare underneath, and he gives me a dirty grin. “Naughty wolf.”
His words send a buzz through me as he lowers himself to his knees. I arch my back as he holds me in place against the bookcase and presses one kiss on the inside of my thigh as he puts my legs on his large shoulders.
Then he devours me in the way only a wolf can. I cry out, slamming my hand over my mouth at the first lick of his hot tongue. He sucks, nips, and licks my clit until I’m shaking with the need to come.
Ragnar steps in behind Valentine, his eyes on me. If Valentine knows he is there, he doesn’t stop. He speeds up. I cry out, coming hard as Valentine sticks his tongue within me to feel it. Ragnar’s eyes burn with lust as Valentine lowers me and undoes his belt, and I stand in a bit of a daze.
He looks at Ragnar. “Watching or playing.”
“Bit of both,” he replies, rubbing his hand across his hard length in his trousers. I tighten around nothing.
Valentine cups my jaw and kisses me, forcing me to taste myself on him. Gods, I actually like it. “You’re mine first.”
“Am I?” I tease, running my hand over his hard cock and stroking him once. “There seems to be a lot of talking and not—”
I squeal as he lifts me in the air, carrying me to the table and bending me over it face first. I barely get a chance to hold on to the edges before he thrusts into me and groans, a masculine groan of pleasure. I sigh at the feeling of him, how full he makes me and how my body all but purrs for him. He thrusts into me again, hard enough to shake the table. I lose track of time, of anything but his thrusts as he fucks me hard. We both chase our pleasure, and Ragnar steps in front of me. He unzips his trousers and looks at me, a silent question. We haven’t done this before, but I’m a fast learner.
I stroke his cock into my mouth, and Valentine digs his fingers into my ass as he fucks me hard from behind. The motion easily glides me up and down Ragnar’s cock, not all the way as he is too big, but from the groan Ragnar gives, I assume it’s enough. I don’t care anyway, not when I’m this close to coming. Valentine growls, getting faster, and I know he is close, too.
“Come over my cock. Squeeze me with your tight pussy, Mai,” Valentine commands, and by the gods, I do. Pure pleasure locks up my spine, and Valentine comes hard in me, his hand digging into my ass. Ragnar grunts seconds later, pulling out of my mouth and coming on the floor with a long groan.
I breathlessly lie down as Valentine pulls out of me and picks me up, sweetly holding me as he sits down on the ground. We all take a second to get our breath back, and when I look to my left, there is a bucket and clothes. The library is kinky…I’m not sure if I like it.
Either way, we have to do that again.
Valentine’s and Ragnar’s deep chuckles fill my mind until Valentine speaks. “Oh, my sweet mate, we will.”
There are so many strikingly bright colours when I open my eyes that it’s like looking at a million butterflies spinning around a room of gold. It takes me a second to adjust to everything to realise that the colours are ball gowns, silky dresses, and spheres of lights hovering across the beautiful ballroom above the dancers. The floor is made of pure gold under my feet, and the domed room has massive arched windows that overlook nothing but clouds outside. We must be high up. People dance effortlessly, beautifully, along with music that I have never heard before. I don’t think I’ve heard anything played so unforgettably addictive. I feel like I’m lucky to be remembering this part of the past, to even be seeing it.
My eyes cast straight across the room to Hades and Persephone as they dance around in the centre, so many eyes on them. The others are pretending to dance, but their gazes give them away. I can see why they are staring. Even in a room full of gods, they stand out like stars. Persephone’s wearing a beautiful black dress with thousands of tiny silver stars in the lace. She looks like a galaxy, spinning around in time. They are the only couple wearing black in the entire room, for the other males are in white suits, their females in colours, but Hades is completely in black. His tuxedo has a black tie and shiny dark shoes that suit his dark hair. Persephone’s own black dress is a complete mimic to his, like they were made for each other. The gown spins as Hades twists her to the music, and they move together like they were created for each other.
Soul mates.
It’s how I feel with my alphas. I truly believe that our souls choose our mate way before we are ever born. She really is a jewel in this crowd, and it’s hard not to stare at them both. I watch Hades, feeling how familiar he is, a dark shadow to my mates’ souls. I have a feeling most of the people in here are gods, because they are all beautiful, enchantingly so, and there is something about them that makes me feel like I’ve seen them before. A few of them I recognise from the statues in my home.
