6. Williem

Chapter 6

Williem

I stare at her from across the room. Even when doing something as mundane as eating, Angelina sucks up all the air in the room, and it is evident.

She seems unaware of it; the effect she has on people around her. She was like Artemis, beautiful under the moonlight, matched perfectly to the hunt, and everything that came with it.

Surrounding her were several medics and a couple young Lycans. They were so focused on her it was almost comical. She had them enraptured, just like she always did to me.

Well, almost all of them. Judd and Alyssa had their heads buried together, lost in their own intimate little world, and like always, seeing them puts a content smile on my face. A lycan and his mate is the most beautiful sight.

"Hell no!" Angelina laughs, rejecting an offer from a juvenile to feed her in exchange for a kiss, and I almost get up from my chair to snarl in his face. Angelina is mine! Mine alone!

I know the boy quite well and I almost feel sorry for him. The juvenile, Maric, was staring at her with brown puppy eyes, certainly half in love with her. Sadly she was unavailable.

For his troubles he was going to spend more shifts digging latrines on the ranger explorations. I would make sure of that.

For character building of course. Hard toiling labor was wonderful for building spirit and strength of character. And maybe my jealousy can bear good fruit! I snort aloud at the direction of my thoughts.

"She reminds me of one of the most beautiful women I had the pleasure of knowing as a young man."

Jonathan jerks me out of my musings as he speaks by my side.

"Really? Who's that?"

"Someone I haven't seen in more than forty years. Just like your girl Angelina, she was a small sized woman, but her will, and her wolf were a sight to behold." He scratched at his beard, and just stared at Angelina with nostalgia, and regrets of things not said.

He might have been looking at her, but I knew all he saw was that woman.

"Where's she now?" I am intrigued. I want to know who this Lycan woman was, that she still had a grip on him through a distance of twenty years. From the way he spoke about her it wasn't driven by just romantic feelings, but by fondness and admiration too.

It was mind boggling. After all this time? I wonder.

Jon has two sons, both older than I am. They spent more time away in their mother's pack, eager to find new connections, like most Lycans did when they didn't find their mates in their own packs.

"I don't know. After she lost her closest family to an attack, she moved away to be with the person she loved. It should have been beautiful, but it was a very different times" That seems to be all he wants to say on the subject, so I just mull it over for a while, before letting it go.

She might remind him of someone from deep in his past, but Angelina was my Angelina, and I doubt there has ever been anyone quite like her.

Jonathan leaves the mess hall, but not before stopping by Angelina to run his hand over her hair and ruffling it.

"We'll be live in a couple of hours. You ready Kiddo?"

"Ready as I'll ever be. I have literally never felt better or stronger in my life. Trust me, I'm hitting this out the park." Angelina declares to cheers from the juveniles around her.

She is excited about the tryouts for sentinel, and I am excited for her too. I know she has grown strong and fast enough to almost put me to shame.

It's amazing. First, she had all my lieutenants singing her praises, and now she has half my pack in love with her. It's a bloody coup!

"Hey Lake." Surrounded by the rest of my sentinels now, I still hear her call out my lieutenant's name, which has me whipping my head back to look at her. I tried to keep it subtle, but I know anyone watching me can see it plain as day.

"Do your lieutenant job. You're supposed to be making my life easier." I grumble as I gently push Elijah's hand; another of my lieutenants, out of my line of sight so I can see as well as I hear her.

He barks out a laugh, before adjusting his body and shaggy brown hair so I can see her without being seen in return.

"Got you covered, Alpha." He continues his laughter, and I chuckle as well.

"Hello Angelina. Are you ready for today?" Lake calls in reply to her, weaving his way through the crowded hall.

"You can bet your sweet face on it." Angelina grins. "you know what? How about we make a bet?" She taunts, and to my surprise, Lake; the man who wants to bet on everything, declines.

"No way in hell!"

Angelina laughs at him, and Lake comes to where I am seated.

"Your girl is a hoot. She has all the juveniles eating out the palm of her hand." He laughs as he comes to sit beside me. He might find it funny but I did not.

I do actually find it funny, mostly because I was thinking the same thing. But I'll chew glass before I admit that, especially to him.

"Hope you've both had a talk about strays, ‘cause she might be bringing a couple home with her." He continues, annoying the hell out of me, but I refrain from gritting my teeth. The trick with Lake was to act unaffected, like you could barely hear him.

That is exactly what I do.

"Have you had a talk with her about getting back your money?"

Sierra pops the question from down the table, green eyes glinting with wicked amusement, as she flipped back her blood red hair.

"What is she talking about Lake? I would like to hear about this" I say, wanting to give him as much grief as possible.

"Me too." Elijah smiles.

"You were all there. All the sentinels. Sierra and Elijah were betting too Alpha." Lake petulantly confesses, ready to drag everyone down with him.

Immediately denials spring from every corner, but while they rat out and fight each other, Sierra turns around to banter with me.

"As if our Alpha would notice or even care. It's his favorite human after all."

Everyone at the table looks at my reaction, unsure if I would take offense or not. I knew this sort of statement would eventually come up, and who else to say it but Sierra?

She was the only one of my lieutenants who had a rocky start with Angelina. She hadn't liked her from the start, but I knew it was only because of the past we shared.

Sierra and I had grown up in this pack together, and when we had become juveniles, although we had known for certain that we weren't each other's mates, we had fooled around too many times to count as was common.

Driven to desperation by the moon, we had submitted to those wild urges, knowing all the while that it would pale in comparison to being with our mate.

And already sex with Angelina dwarfs everything I have ever felt.

Sierra might bear no romantic feelings for me, but she had a very high standard on what was expected of my mate. She hadn't taken kindly to any women I had met, declaring them all spineless.

Now Sierra, bold as she is, is only able to be this vocal about my life because she is my second female lieutenant, Josie being the first.

Josie was a veteran, or at the very least, soon to be one, but it was not because she couldn't keep up physically. Despite the salt and pepper hair, her forest green eyes, mind and body remained in prime condition.

She would step down soon, only so she could take on a more advisory role, like Jonathan, while remaining a reserve in the event of an attack.

But now thankfully, things between Angelina and Sierra had settled into what wasn't quite friendship, more like tolerance, but I'd take that any time. Still I knew I had to defend Angelina, while applying the same tactic I did with Lake; ignore the unimportant parts.

"Yes." I start. "Angelina really is my favorite human" I stand and make my way to her.

Angelina was mine, and I was going to trust the wolf. He had never led me wrong, so if he wanted to mark her, I won't get in his way.

"Hi Williem. How can I help you Sir?" Angelina has a shit-eating grin covering her entire face as she turns to me, craning her head to look me in the eyes. She always looks me right in the eyes, and I love it because it means I can assess every reaction every time we talk.

Something must have alerted her to my approach. It must have been some sort of pre-arranged signal she and Maric had worked out otherwise I would have heard them warn each other.

"The sentinel trials are today. I want to wish you good luck with it. I am eating my words ahead of time because I know you will do amazing" My words are in great contrast to those I was saying at the last tryouts, and it occurs to me just how so many things had changed in such a short time.

I had gone from hating the fact that Angelina was human, to accepting and even celebrating all the differences we had.

She was nothing like me, or the Lycans I knew, and that was a good thing. She was a breath of fresh air I didn't know I needed until I got it.

Ours! My wolf growls in my head.

Angelina is my mate. This realization hit me in the center of my chest. I didn't know why or how I was given a human mate, but I wouldn't reject a gift from my mother. Especially not a gift as precious as Angelina.

"Thank you Liem" She accepts my well wishes with grace beyond her years, and I want to kiss her right here and now, but I don't know if she would like public displays of affection.

"Can we talk for a bit?" I ask, staring at her, lost in this reality that only contains me and her.

"Yeah, sure. I'd like that." She says, and rises from her seat.

Maric, young and foolish that he is, tries to grab her elbow to help her up, but a growl starts deep in my chest; inaudible to all but him because of how close he is to me, stops him dead in his tracks and he gulps.

I stare him down as I extend my hand to her, and although I do not say anything, the wolf dares him to touch her again.

He is just a kid. I remind my wolf, and so, as I close one hand around Angelina's the other comes down to pat him lightly on his shoulder.

"Good man." I say. "Are you trying out for any group, Maric?" I inquire.

"No Williem. I am hoping to start college next year, and hopefully become part of the medics" He says, and I am proud of him for not stuttering even though his wolf must have been warning him of danger.

"Well, I have seen you run, you could be a ranger easily. You should try out for that, and later when you are ready, you can try your hand at medicine. Every single group is as important as the others. And training for multiple ones when you are gifted is wise. Don't let anyone tell you differently." Shaking him one more time, I secure my grip on Angelina, and start walking out the hall.

We soon arrive at a clearing, and we are finally alone.

"Hello beautiful"

"Liem. I missed you." She complains, hugging me and resting her head on my chest. She intertwines the fingers of her other hand with mine. I lift it, bringing it to my lips so I can drop a kiss on it.

"I missed you too. I had to wake up early, and you looked so beautiful, even with your snoring and drooling." I laugh.

"I do not drool! Or snore!"

She protests loudly, and she raises our joined hands. Bringing it to her lips, she bites down on my thumb in retaliation, exciting the wolf who has been clamoring for a chance to give her a bite of his own.

"You deserved that." Angelina bites down on her lips so she won't burst out in laughter.

"Maybe I do." I admit, thinking of all the unkind words I had called her during the previous set of trials.

"I am truly sorry for everything I said the last time Angelina. I didn't really hate you, or humans in general." I apologize, desperately needing her to know this.

"I know that silly, you stared at me like you wanted to eat me up for me to really think you hated me. But I haven't forgotten your challenge, and you will surely eat your words." Angelina laughs, and it is like the sky clears up and rays of sunshine hit on everything around us.

"Oh I'm sure of that." I say. "Can I kiss you beautiful?"

She answers me with a kiss. Sealing my lips with hers, Angelina takes the lead and I let her, content to let my woman ravish me this time.

Her tongue seeks entrance into my mouth, prodding at my lips, and running over them. I open them for her, but before she can taste the inside of my mouth, I push my tongue into hers.

Like always my Angelina tastes divine, and I suck on her tongue, tasting the pudding she just had for breakfast. Her hand starts a journey up the back of my shirt, to the nape of my neck, and finally the back of my head where her fingers find purchase in my hair.

"You really like my hair don't you?"

"I do. I like your hair, your face, and your smile too"

"Well, I like you. All of you. Your lips, your beautiful gray eyes that look like the clouds above the sea in the mornings, your smile, your weird thoughts which you voice out with no filter, everything." I declare, running my hands all over her in return.

I am aware of the fact that she needs to get ready for her trial, and I need to let her go. soon.

I want this to remain private and away from everybody else's eyes so I lift her up, encouraging her to wrap her legs around my waist, as I walk up to an alcove.

"I want to give you an orgasm. To tide you over until evening. How does that sound, baby?"

"That sounds perfect. How are you going to do it?" She breathes out her question, excitement lighting up her features.

My mate is breathtaking.

"I want to taste you, but this isn't the time or place darling. So what I'm going to do is, pin you against this tree, finger fuck you until you come and cream around my fingers, and then, I'll lick those fingers off. Just to tide me over, until I get to do this all over again tonight."

My voice has dropped an octave as I detail every single thing I am going to do to her.

"Yes baby. Your fingers are so much thicker than mine, it will feel so good when you do it for me." Angelina unbuttons the first three buttons of her shirt, and as she pleads, she undoes the button of her pants, unzipping it to give my fingers full access.

"Good girl." I growl into her neck, snaking my fingers under the waistband of her panties, first teasing her clit before I slip one finger into her.

Kissing her neck, I move to her breast, and knowing how sensitive they are I first blow a cool draft of air from my lips on them, making her nubs swell and pucker up in anticipation.

I lick around her areola, moving my single finger in and out of her, making loud wet squelching noises.

Finally, I settle my lips on her nipples, adding a second finger inside her, and curling them slightly. Her pussy floods around my fingers, and my lips stretch around her nipple as I smile in contentment.

"Yes Liem! Baby just like that. Don't forget my….." Angelina's directives are cut short when I place my thumb on her clit.

I move my lips to hers to cut off the sound of her orgasm arriving. She screams into my mouth as I take her to her peak, writhing and twisting in my grip.

With a force reminiscent of a speeding car the wolf pushes me to mark her. To initiate the first half of the mating ritual and claim her as mine.

Ours!

I had fought against this instinct for so long but not anymore. I think about the unmated pack mates and juveniles constantly around her, the rogues and everyone else. I want them all to know she is mine. My mate. Mine and nobody else's.

I break our kiss with Angelina still in the grip of her orgasm, moving my mouth to her neck. My canines grow sharper and longer. I carefully spread my jaws around the nape of her neck, and sank my canines into her.

They slide in like knives through butter, breaking through her skin painlessly.

My bite pushes Angelina into another orgasm, feeling me with pride at the realization that my bite does this for my mate.

It takes a couple of minutes before her shaking stops and all that's left is a jerk and shiver as I slip out my fingers from her pussy, and my fangs from the nape of her neck.

"Mmmmm. Absolutely delicious." I comment, tasting her juices soaking my fingers.

"Taste yourself."

Angelina joins her lips to mine, tasting her essence on my tongue, and the image of it is so erotic I almost want to postpone the trials so I can have Angelina all to myself the whole day, but common sense prevails.

I help her to her feet, buttoning her shirt back up. Helping her get dressed feels so domestic. It is soothing and leaves me with a pleasant and indescribable feeling. She helps me pat down my scattered hair as I arrange her curls.

I look at my mark on her neck as she buttons up her pants and with a pleased growl the wolf lets his contentment be heard.

"Mine." I told her. "You are mine. I want to hear you say it, Angelina."

"I am yours." She breathes out, and I feel like I am sitting on top of the world.