Chapter 898 – Hidden Desires of the Werewolf King Novel

Filed To Story: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel

“But that didn’t mean you were not hurting. What if I started hating you?”

“One can’t hate their other half. No matter what I did, you would forgive me,” Zack responded with confidence.

“Is that the truth?” Violet asked.

“You should ask your mother,” Petra said. “Goddess knows how much trouble your father made before announcing Luna Talia as his fated mate.”

Zack frowned. “Don’t talk about our Alpha like he is a bad guy.” Zack and many others idolized Dayson. The Shadow Fang pack and the whole werewolf society benefited greatly under Dayson’s and Talia’s leadership.

Zack looked at Violet. “The truth is that we are all screwups until we find our other half. It’s like you are lost and wander from one person to another until you find the one. Yes, I was pissed when Petra spoke about others, and I was furious when she nearly hugged Donovan, but even if she went all the way, it would be fine as long as she came to me when the time was right. I regret snapping and revealing we were mates before Petra was ready.”

“What if Aunt Petra was dating Donovan?” Violet asked.

“The Moon Goddess knows what she is doing. I believe that I needed to see her talk about others so I could learn patience and could appreciate her more.”

Petra smiled at Zack and then turned to Violet. “You should know that my sister suffered greatly because her mate approached her when she was only fifteen. She was not ready, and by the time she was ready, he had moved on. Zack didn’t want to pressure me into accepting the bond before I was ready, so he waited.”

Violet thought how that was a sweet story. Zack suppressed his urges and waited patiently (which was super-uncharacteristic to werewolves) until Petra could sense their bond.

“So, how long did it take for you to sense the bond?” Violet asked Petra. “Did you wait until your eighteenth birthday?” That was a full year!

“Once we confirmed we were mates, I asked witches to perform a ritual. James had the same, and he could feel the bond when he was sixteen.”

Violet’s face lit up. “The ritual. Tell me about it.”

Petra shook her head. “I can tell you that it jump-started my side of the mate bond and…” She giggled. “I jumped on Zack, and the rest is history. For details regarding the ceremony, you should ask Cornelia or Amelia.”

“I will do that right now,” Violet said and stood up. “Thank you, Aunt Petra and Uncle Zack.”

“Are you going to visit Gamma Cornelia and Gamma James?” Zack asked Violet.

“Yes.”

Zack glanced at the area where his three kids were playing. “How about you take Molly, David, and Mia with you? Andrew, Zoe, and Jeremy could use playmates.”

“Sure,” Violet agreed. She didn’t suspect that Zack wanted to send his kids away so he could have privacy with Petra.

When Violet and the three youngsters were out of sight, Zack pushed Petra onto the soft grass.

“Zack!” Petra called while looking around nervously. She knew what he was up to. “What if someone sees us?”

“We are mates, Petra.”

“So?”

“I can feel that you want me. When you said that you jumped on me after the ceremony, you were thinking about our first time. If you wanted to hide it from me, you should suppress your joy when Violet agreed to take our kids away.”

Petra bit her lower lip guiltily. “So, now what?”

Zack grinned. “We have at least two hours. I suggest we don’t waste a single minute of it.”

His lips quickly found his mark on her neck, and he licked her there, sending a pulse of need through her body. She gripped his muscular shoulders and raised her head.

“Ahh…” A hearty moan escaped his lips when she sucked on her mark on his neck.

“Fuck, Petra!” He squeezed through his teeth.

She smiled slyly. “Exactly, Zack. And you have about two hours to do it…”

Violet was walking to the house where Cornelia and James were; her pace was much slower than she wanted it to be because three kids followed her. Molly, David, and Mia, aged 7, 5, and 4 years, respectively.

If Violet could shift, everything would be much faster, but the youngsters didn’t have their first shift yet, so she was stuck to a snail’s pace. The little ones would stop on every few steps to look at the butterfly, a bug, or a rock. Everything was interesting.

“Hurry up, or I will leave you behind,” Violet grumbled.

The trio was excited to play with Cornelia and James’ kids, so they hurried after Violet obediently. As they approached their destination, they heard noise from there…

“Wait! Wait!” Violet shouted after the youngsters, but it was in vain. The three kids heard squeals and giggles from their friends, and they dashed away.

Violet couldn’t believe how quickly they ran. “Why did you drag your feet so far?”

Violet wanted to use her ability to bring them back and teach them a lesson, but the reality was that she didn’t get the hang of her power, and she hated it.

“Figures,” Violet grumbled. Her younger brothers were also mischievous. Jacob was almost bearable, but Logan, Zeke, and Gabriel gave her a headache.

“Violet!” Cornelia called when she noticed the newcomer. She was tending to the herbs in her garden, and six kids were running around on the playground a bit further away.

James made it with some help from Cornelia’s magic. It had a twisting slide, monkey bars, swings, and a massive sand pit.

“Did you bring Molly, David, and Mia here?” Cornelia asked.

“Yes, Aunt Cora. I was on my way here, and Petra and Zack said it would be OK. Is it OK?”

“Of course,” Cornelia assured Violet. “What brings you here?”

“I would like to talk to you.”

“Sounds serious.”

“It is. To me.”

Cornelia left the pruning shears in the basket by her side and walked to meet Violet.

“Is Uncle James around?”

“He is inside on a video call with Alpha William. They are arguing for more than half an hour. The old guy is still refusing our terms on trade, but he wants the benefits. My James won’t let that slide.”

Violet wanted to ask, how can Cornelia call a guy in his fifties as old if she lived for more than three centuries? But Cornelia looked like a female in her early twenties, and by looks alone, she could be Alpha William’s daughter.

Violet saw pictures from ten years ago, and then James looked like a boy next to Cornelia, yet now he matched her in maturity while Cornelia didn’t change, not even a little bit. Actually, James looked like he was a few years older when compared to Cornelia.

The rumors are that James’ biological father had an Alpha bloodline as a recessive gene, and when James and Cornelia mated, her magic activated that gene in James.

Violet was good at studies, and she would call that theory nonsense because no one EVER activated a recessive gene in a grown specimen. Still, the fact was that James was bigger, stronger, and faster than any regular werewolf, and his aging was slower than expected which meant that his wolf was special. Also, Violet could swear that she sensed a strange Alpha aura when Commander George sparred with James. Violet was familiar with George’s aura, and that burst was not his. The only logical conclusion was that it belonged to James, who was equally matched with George, who didn’t conceal he had an Alpha bloodline.

However, it was obvious that James was perfectly content to live as Gamma James in the two-story house with Cornelia and their three kids. If he acknowledged his Alpha heritage, he would end up with people following him, and he would have much more work, just like Commander George is stuck managing a town. If not for Erik and Owen helping out, Dawn and their two kids would barely see George between training, military duties, and managing the town where ex-members of the Frostcrest pack lived.

And just as James was living an unusually quiet life for a werewolf of his status, Cornelia was the same, but by witches’ standards. Cornelia acted as Alpha Natalia’s Gamma, and she worked closely with Amelia as a point of contact for all witches who now lived in this realm.

Over the years, Cornelia showed wisdom and skill that left many in awe, and people wondered who would win if Evanora and Cornelia clashed for real. Regretfully for the masses, Cornelia and Evanora were not interested in a showdown to determine their power levels.

Evanora was busy with Edgar and their grandkids. God knows they had their hands full with ten kids (five sets of twins) that Axel and Yasmin produced in the last thirteen years. It didn’t look like Axel and Yasmin were ready to stop.

Yasmin said that during pregnancy, she could tap into a mystical realm and gain a better understanding of her powers. For her, getting pregnant was for research purposes, and Axel had no objections. If not for the breastfeeding period and sleepless nights with twin infants, Axel and Yasmin would have babies at least once per year! Miles and Daisy were now two years old, which meant that news of another Yasmin’s pregnancy could come any day.

Violet loved her cousins, but other than Valeria and Edgar, others were a noisy bunch that was good only for making a ruckus.

More than once, Violet heard Dayson teasing Axel, “Are you creating a pack of your own by making so many pups?” Axel would counter that with a shrug and, “It’s not my fault you can make only one pup at a time.” Dayson would blow a fuse, and Talia would interfere because she feared Dayson’s obsession with impregnating her would spark again.

That whole group was made of Alphas and powerful creatures that carried the bloodline of Gods, and the fact that Cornelia was among them as an equal, spoke about her power more than any other test in existence.

“How about we sit?” Cornelia asked Violet while gesturing toward big stones arranged in a circle. That area was made by James, for him and Cornelia to snuggle after they put their kids to sleep. Cornelia would use magic to warm up the stones, and they would sometimes light up the fire in the middle. Cornelia had many good memories of that place. Many carnal memories. Ah, only if those stones could talk.

Violet was ready for this. She sat where Cornelia offered and immediately went to the topic that brought her here.

“You are interested in the ceremony,” Cornelia concluded.

“Yes. I want to sense my mate.”

“That’s not a good idea, Vi.”

“Why? Does it have negative effects? I’m sure you can make it safe. You are the best witch in this realm.”

Cornelia smiled. “I will take the compliment, but this is not about my skill.”

Violet frowned. “Then? Are you also going to tell me that it’s best to wait? Five years, Aunt Cora. Five. Long. Years.”

“That will pass in a flash if you focus on what you have instead of on what you are missing.”

Violet’s frown deepened. “Why are you not willing to help me, Aunt Cora?”

“Because if I do, you will find out why they call your father Black Demon.”

Violet heard about that. She thought it was a play on her father’s name, Dayson Blake – Black Demon, and she assumed it was because people said he was the most powerful Alpha of their generation. But maybe there was more to it. It didn’t matter. Her father was brooding and overbearing, but he would never harm her. “Why won’t you help me? I need to understand.”

Cora pursed her lips while thinking about how to answer this. She decided to go straight to the point. Violet was stubborn and reckless like her parents, and only a shock factor would help this.

“Do you know what mates do, Vi?”

Violet nodded eagerly. “They cherish each other and put each other first, and…” Her voice trailed when she saw Cornelia shaking her head. “What?”

“When mates recognize each other, they rip each other’s clothes and have sex. Lots of it.”

Violet’s eyes widened. “You are kidding.”

“Why would I joke about that? When I met Jay, I knew he was my mate, but he didn’t. I don’t remember if it was a few days or a few years, but it felt like an eternity until he confirmed the bond. After we accelerated maturing of his wolf, he carried me over his shoulder to the bedroom, and we didn’t come out of it for days. Do you know what we did? Sex. Unless we were sleeping or eating, we had sex. All the time. It was dirty and sweaty with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Are you ready for that, Vi?”

Violet’s icy-blue eyes were wide to the point of hurting. Did Cornelia need to be so graphic?

Was Violet ready for sex? She knew all body parts and watched educational videos (and some not-so-educational ones sneakily). She was curious, but she was only thirteen years old, and the thought of doing those obscene things was scary and repulsing.

Part of Violet hoped that Ethan was her mate. She loved spending time with him. He was handsome and funny, and she loved when they had sleepovers and would snuggle while sharing a blanket and watching movies late, but sex? Just thinking about it made her super-anxious.

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