He took a big inhale as he moved his face over my neck and sucked carefully on my mark making me whimper softly.
“Well? I can smell your fear, and uncertainty to say anything to me, my dear wife. Is there something
you want to say to me?” He asked, I bit my lip, a tear trying to make itself present on both of my eyes.
“Blake. I.” I started
“Yes….?” He asked, he traced my lips softly with his lower lip. It grazed me softly, feather like, but still….
sent electric like shocks through out my whole body.
I took a long hard gulped. “I , I wasn’t there at your meeting. So I wouldn’t know what you guys talked about would I? And no, I don’t think I am keeping any secrets from you Blake.” I said as fast as I could utter out, without looking at him directly.
“Bull shit, Selene.” He yelled, running his right fist fiercely on top of the surface of the dresser, making the few things left there topple over. It caught me off guard making me flinch.
He clenched his jaw, closing his eyes for a second. He moved his head in a circular motion, I could hear his bones crack. He tried to fight his wolf from merging, his eyes fought from brown to black.
I had never been so intimidated by anyone as he made me feel just now. I slowly ran my hand through his chest, and stop just mid way of his neck. I cupped his cheek with my other hand.
“Blake.” My voice hitched. I knew exactly what he was talking about. How he found out or what the circumstances came, for him to know, were unknown to me. But I wasn’t sure if he was prepared to know everything I have gone through these past five years without him by my side.
I held his shirt tight, my eyes became glossy and I closed them to fight back the tears, only to seamlessly find the tears had a mind of their own, falling profusely down my cheeks.
“Blake, I’m sorry. I can’t. ” I said.
“You don’t need to, I already know.” He said as he backed away, going straight to my closet. My eyes became wide and my mouth gawked open.
It’s as if he’d read my mind to what was in that closet. He went straight to it, turned on the light, and searched around for a bit. He then went to the top shelf, noticing the leather wrapped case and gripped it firmly, grabbing it and tossing it on top of the bed.
It made the small leather string become undone, exposing my katana and its harness casing.
“Forget the fact, that I am your alpha,. still want to keep denying about keeping secrets to you
husband?”
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Selene's POV
"H-how did you? Blake, I can explain." I said, my hand gesturing to the sword. The sunlight gleamed
over the symbols, blinding him for a mere second as he grasped my sword.
Somehow, my sword reacted to him. That sword had been specially made for me, it's power radiated profusely at the touch of my grip. Somehow, when he grasped and got ahold of it. It just somehow radiated the same, if not more.
I narrowed my eyebrows, tilted my head to the side. My mouth gawked open. By the look on his face, the way he tightly grasped my sword, I knew he felt the power and energy radiating from it.
I took in a big gulp of air before I asked. "Blake.... how did you? Wait, what?..... This is new." I stuttered while I made my way to him, stopping just a few steps away. He raised my sword over his eyes to see the symbols. He cocked an eyebrow.
"Devil's trap, banishing sigil, the mark of Cain hmm?" he said, making my eyes wide in shock. 'How in
the hell does he know all these Mark's on my sword?'
He continued to name the symbols on my sword. "The sigil of the wolf, the symbol of power, protection sigil, just what exactly is my wife doing with this powerful little piece of fine silver and white oak ash....
and, do I detect,.... the smell of Angel's blood? This is something quite intriguing my love.... do tell...
please?"
I was in complete shock. My mouth was opened, yet somehow I could not utter a word. He ran his
finger through the blade, making a small cut leaving a barely noticeably scratch on his index finger, the blood from his finger lingered on the blade. but he seemed unbothered.
"Blake. how did you know the names of all the symbols? Better yet, how could you detect what my
blade was made off?" I asked, sincerely curious and astonished about how fucking smart he was.
He sat at the side of the bed, a side smirk made it's way on his face. His eyes dark and mysterious.
"Tst, tst, tst.... my dear beautiful wife, you underestimate me! do you not recall? We are descendants
of the primordial wolves. It is, my duty as your alpha, to be well informed, and be able to protect you and the pack."
My gaze fell, I knew we were descendants of the primordial wolves. the very first wolves in all of
existence, known to be the fiercest, most aggressive, powerful, and ruthless wolves EVER known. The upside of all?
Our blood was lethal to a normal vampire, we were immune to their mind control, and immune to their bites.
Although they still hurt like hell, but one bite from a vampire to our body, meant a slow and torturous death to a normal vampire. Our blood was mere poison to their weak mindless body.
"So now, I'm waiting Selene. come, sit by me. I promise, I won't hurt you." He said, padding the side of
the bed next to him.
I slowly made my way, my arms crossed over my chest. I puffed my cheeks, making a loose strand of hair fly meaningless over my face as it fell back in place once my breath diminished.
I sat there, dumbfounded and shocked. He placed the sword next to us both, in a vertical position away from us. Held his hand for me as I took it. His other hand, slowly grasping my loose strand and tucked it on the back of my ear.