Chapter 895 – Hidden Desires of the Werewolf King Novel

Filed To Story: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel

“What do you mean?”

“I mean…” Nina put her index finger on Gideon’s chest. “Your young mate was impulsive before. I can’t imagine how hormones are impacting her temper. It must be horrible to live while walking on eggshells.”

Gideon didn’t want to talk about Mindy with others. Was she temperamental? Yes. Did her pregnancy make it worse? Absolutely! But that was because she was carrying his child, and Gideon would adore Mindy regardless of her temper.

Why was Nina talking smack about Mindy? Was it possible that she was still pinning on him?

He pushed Nina’s offensive fingers away from his chest. “As I said. Mindy is fine.”

Nina’s smile didn’t falter. “Suit yourself. But know that when you feel enough of her tantrums, I will be waiting…”

Nina groaned, and she fell to her knees.

Gideon gaped at her while wondering what had happened. “Nina?”

“Are you worried about her?”

Gideon raised his head in slow motion to see Mindy standing there with her arms crossed over her chest. Only then Gideon realized why Nina was on the ground. Mindy used her aura, but Gideon was spared because they were mates.

Gideon stepped around Nina and hugged Mindy, who stood ramrod straight, refusing to relax on him.

“How are you feeling?” Gideon asked Mindy. “Did Doctor say you are OK to walk?”

Mindy glared at him. “Would you prefer I stay in the room so you can see your ex-lover?”

Gideon exhaled helplessly. He was happy, and he didn’t think much about a chat with Nina, but Nina had other ideas, and Mindy saw them, and she was upset.

“You know I will never look at any other woman, princess,” Gideon said with all sincerity in the world. “It doesn’t matter if you are here, in the room, or on another continent. For me, there is only you. Nina, or any other woman, don’t stand a chance.”

Mindy glared at Nina, who was still stuck to the floor, now sweating profusely.

“Did you hear that, Nina?” Mindy squeezed through her teeth. “He will never, NEVER, look at you!”

Nina cried as her face was plastered to the ground.

“Next time you want to get close to MY mate, remember this, you bitch!” Mindy said angrily.

She exhaled sharply and leaned on Gideon, who was still hugging her.

“Let’s go home.”

Gideon had no objections. “Do you want me to carry you?”

How could Mindy refuse that offer? “Yes, please.”

Nina cried ugly while watching Gideon carry Mindy until they took a turn at the corner, and she couldn’t see them anymore.

Talia paused in a small clearing.

Talia turned to see a golden wolf emerging from the dense bushes and walking toward her, slower with every next step.

Violet struggled to breathe, and her tongue was sticking out of her maw. ‘Why can’t we slow down a bit? My fur is full of burdocks and things I don’t want to think about.’

The white wolf tilted her head at her teenage daughter. ‘Do you think your brothers will slow down? Do you think they will care about appearances? If you want them to respect you, you need to be faster and stronger than they are.’

‘But I am faster and stronger!’

‘Without magic, Vi,’ Talia reminded her. ‘This is all part of your training. If you want to lead a pack…’ Talia’s voice trailed when she saw that Violet’s icy-blue eyes were silver now.

‘Breathe, Vi. Control it.’

Violet’s fur was changing into white from the glow, and she slumped on the ground.

‘Turn into human form. It will be easier,’ Talia advised her. The wolf form was boosting their connection with nature and their powers.

The enchantment Astraea did on Violet when she was born was weakening for a while now, and Violet’s abilities were flaring when her emotions were unstable. Considering that Violet was thirteen years old and was an emotional teen, this happened often.

Violet could use her abilities at will, but when emotionally compromised, things became hectic.

A teenage girl with long black hair curled up in her mother’s lap while spasming.

Talia held Violet to her chest and rocked her gently.

“It hurts,” Violet cried.

“Only because you are suppressing it.”

“But you said…”

“I said to control it, not fight it. Breathe. Feel the energies. Let them flow through you. Embrace it…”

“What if I hurt you?”

Talia smiled at her daughter. Violet’s first surge of energy happened when she was ten years old. At that time, she blasted everything in the playroom. Toys, furniture, and her brothers were flying in all directions. That event caused mental damage, and Violet was more scared than curious about her abilities.

“You can’t hurt me, Vi. But even if you do, I heal quickly. Focus on yourself. That’s what counts.” Talia glanced to the side. “Your father and brothers are coming.”

Violet pulled her hair over her face with a shaky hand. “I don’t want them to see me like this.”

“They won’t mock you. They are worried for you. We all are.”

Rustling was heard from the left, and a tall pre-teen with a head full of copper-colored hair emerged.

“Is Vi at it again?” He asked while inspecting the surroundings with his icy-blue eyes. Jacob was eleven years old and already the best tracker in the pack.

“Come here, Jacob,” Talia called. “Vi could use our support.”

Two dark bullets emerged from the bushes and dashed past Jacob, straight for Talia and Violet. When they were a few steps away, they turned into their human form. Those were two nine years-old boys, Logan and Zeke.

Logan and Zeke learned to turn into wolf forms only a few months back, and since then, they have been experimenting.

“How is Vi?” A deep male voice full of concern was heard before Dayson emerged from the bushes. He was holding a boy in his hands. It was their son, Gabriel. Gabriel was five years old, and too young to shift into his wolf form.

Gabriel loved sitting on his father to catch a ride, but Dayson hated that the boy would use his ears like reins. Dayson would come up with excuses to carry Gabriel around as a human, even though it was slower.

Dayson and Talia had five kids, aged from twelve to five years old, and they were all close as a family.

Dayson wanted more kids, and Talia was unsure if that was due to his love of children or because he enjoyed breastfeeding. Dayson would help her empty her breasts after every feeding, which would be foreplay for several hours of passion.

It’s not that Talia didn’t enjoy endless carnal pleasures with Dayson, but the kids were growing up, and it was not acceptable for Talia and Dayson to spend days (weeks!?) locked in their room, breastfeeding and having sex.

Dayson was an amazing father, and he was involved in caring for each of them even though they had a lot of help.

The packhouse had designated areas for toddlers and for older kids. Petra and Zack were in charge of the youngsters’ schedules and keeping everything in order.

Maya and Jaeden would take them hiking once per week, and George and Owen were organizing combat training. Gideon and Cornelia taught them about nature and potions, Zina and Dawn about cooking, James had classes about strategizing, and Mindy about finances. Everyone had a role.

Dayson and the four boys made a circle around Talia and Violet and observed them with concern.

‘Can they leave?’ Violet asked Talia through their pack link. ‘This is embarrassing.’

“There is nothing embarrassing about this,” Dayson grumbled. He didn’t want to hide that he overheard what was supposed to be only for Talia. “We are your family, and we are in this together.”

Violet hid her face in Talia’s hair. “Easy for you to say because you are not the one making a fool of yourself.”

Dayson frowned at Violet. “You are learning to control your ability. Everyone struggles at the beginning. That’s normal. If you pay more attention to what’s happening than to appearances, you will be more successful.”

Before Violet could respond, Jacob shouted, “Who goes there!?”

They all turned in the direction where Jacob was looking, and they saw a figure with a head full of black hair emerging into the view.

“It’s me,” young Alpha Ethan of the Blue River pack said.

He was wearing only sweatpants. Ethan was tall for a thirteen years-old boy, and his physique was changing to show muscles. He was not a skinny boy anymore, and he could pass for a seventeen years-old easily.

Mindy said that Maddox also had that awkward stage where he grew first to resemble a stick figure, and then he filled up with muscles by the time he was sixteen.

“Why are you here?” Logan and Zeke asked Ethan in unison. The twins would often complete their sentences or say the same thing simultaneously, like now.

Ethan raised his hands. “Why the hostility? My parents are in the packhouse, waiting. Zina told me you went for a run, and I thought of stretching my paws.”

“Is it already lunchtime?” Talia asked.

“Not yet, Aunt Talia. We came a bit early. My parents would come for a run as well, but since my mom is pregnant, she can’t shift, and dad stayed with her and my siblings. If I knew I was intruding…”

“You are not intruding, Ethan,” Talia said quickly. “It’s just that Vi is in a delicate situation, so we are tense.”

Two pieces of clothing flew at Talia and hit her in the shoulder.

“Put these on,” Dayson said sourly to Talia and glared at Ethan. “You! Turn around before I gauge your eyes out.”

Only then Talia realized that she and Violet were naked. Well, Jacob and the twins were naked also, and being a werewolf, nudity was not a big deal, but Dayson was super-protective of Talia and Violet.

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Images of Violet and Ethan are in the comments.

“There is nothing wrong with you, Vi,” Talia responded.

Violet pouted. “I am ugly. I can’t wait to be more than a skinny girl.” She threw a shy glance at Ethan, relieved to see that his back was facing her. But it was a muscular back. Weren’t they the same age? Why was Ethan looking like a man, and she was still a child?

Ethan and Violet grew up together, and everything was competition. Growing up included.

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