Her back faced him, and he used his arm that he placed just under her breast to push her closer to him, inhaling her scent.
Priscilla wiggled, trying to set herself free, in the process waking up something she was not aware of.
Andrew painfully grunt, lifting her up, and throwing her on top the wooden round table covered in dust.
Priscilla behind came in contact with the hard surface of the table, and the second she sat up and opened her lips to speak out her displeasure, Andrew saw an opening and took it, kissing her with so much strength, still dragging the sitting Priscilla closer to himself.
His finger tip graced her nipple, and he pinched it through the thin material. Priscilla moaned in her closed mouth, trying not to make much noise.
She half scream the second he entered her, she didn’t expect it, and felt like he had tore her into two. Andrew kept slamming into her without stopping.
He grunt hard, filling her up with his seeds. Andrew slowly removed himself from her, as he saw an old long rag neatly folded by the corner of the room.
He scoops Priscilla into his arm, carrying her to that direction.
They were positioned in such a way that she was laying on him half way, with her head on his chest.
Priscilla already shut her eyes lid, welcoming the sleep when Alpha Andrew started.
She was a human, not one of us, knew nothing about the supernatural world.
She was a thief who collected artifact and sells them for money, along with her partner who also pleased her sexually.
I never judged her, my wolf still loved every inch of her, but he couldn’t take it as he watched them make love, confessing undying loyalty and love to each other.
Priscilla knew his past was not enough reason to justify his actions but she can’t also overlook the fact that his past caused the fear in him.
Did you at least approach her?
Priscilla voice came out soft and gentle.
My pride didn’t let me and I knew she couldn’t take on the responsible that been my mate comes with.
Do you think I would take on the responsible Alpha?
For some reason, he was annoyed by the title priscilla addressed him with.
Andrew, call me Andrew Priscilla!
I would never force you to take on the responsibility. I will obey and honor your decision.
Priscilla rolled her eyes mentally, thinking as if he had asked for her permission before entering her.
“Alpha’s ”
She thought; their pride is just as large as their ego.
Alpha Andrew had to lightly pinch Priscilla to drag her out of her thought
Are you okay? He asked worried
Priscilla barely responded, telling him she was exhausted and needed to rest her head.
CLONE!
Was what his maker called him. She rode on top his back as he flew over trees with his large wings.
By command, he drop down, landing feet’s away from the castle gate.
He lowered his hind feet and Amargo magnetically highlighted from Adam, now known as Vimdraolf’s clone.
Slime dropped out of his tongue, as he raised his tale dominating. He had brown eyes with red pupil, weighed at least 170 pounds with a killer jaw and wiry fur.
The hair on his neck and shoulder stood up as the wind wave could be seen on it.
Adam howled gaining attention
Amargo believed the witches were ready with the new weapon they have and if they attacked first, they have the upper hand.
Everyone knew this day was going come, but they never knew how soon.
The drums of war rang, everyone prepared themselves.
The castle was protected, not only with a spell, but also with soldiers.
Vimdraolf the beast stared at his mate like it was the last time. He used his hand to remove the lose strands of hair on her face slowly admiring her beauty.
She looked innocent and harmless when her mouth was not blabbing.
Vimdraolf pounders on how this all started, when she left her mark on his heart and started growing on him.
His hand moves to her neck, he bends it a little to the right, and his mark came to view.
He used his tomb to circle round the spot, before licking the mate mark on her neck.
Something that has never happened before happened. A lonely tear dropped from Vimdraolf’s eyes, dropping right on Esmeralda’s lips.
He didn’t waste time as he licked the tear off her lips before leaving the resting Esmeralda in his room, using a binding spell to seal the room door.
No one knew what the outcome of the war would be, who would survive and who would die.
Bows lit with fire flew out from the castle wall, the sun reflected on the edge of their sword.
Werewolves were in their beast form, humans wore helmet and carried shield for protection. Everyone was focused to see who would attack first. They wondered where the witches were, but that didn’t last long, as sea of witches emerged from underneath the ground.
The earth shook at their arrival as they came out in their thousands.
Alpha Andrew and Priscilla both jumped up from their sleep immediately hearing the noise.
The Alpha knew what was happening by barely touching the ground with his bare hands, and Priscilla could sense the witches from that mile away.
They both immediately share that terrifying look, jumping up from where they laid.
Entering the palace from the gate is impossible.
From their defense STRATEGY, he has a position and a part to play, which he guess would be vacant now while he is gone.
Priscilla rushed to where Alpha Andrew had throw her dress while they were together. She hurriedly reached out for her tiny pocket, small enough to fit in the remaining small invincible potion she had left.
Here Andrew!
Take this.
Priscilla stretched her hand out, handing over the love potion to her mate. It would be enough for him to walk into the castle unnoticed, and even walk through the wall.