Werewolf’s Heartsong

Chapter 59

Victor’s POV

The more I heard of Alora’s story, the more I admired her, the fact that she had survived all of that. Her

life had been a nightmare, the pain she suffered deep. She became stronger, and was now free. To

have suffered such as a pup, and to have to suffer molestation and an attempted rape from the man

she thought was her father. Then she got to the explanation of her Sprite. Our Sprites, even for

Hybrids, carry those scars instead.

She got up off the counter, and stood before us. Then she closed her eyes and said “Selena.”

The tattoos I didn’t even notice till now, turning to physical jewelry, a crown appearing across her

forehead. Her hair, unbound itself from the double braids they had been in, the ties disappearing

somewhere. It became a living moving shadow with thousands of tiny stars sparkling from it. Her body

grew tall, to six foot four, she got a little leaner, almost as if she was stretched. Her curves stayed

though, she had breasts large, round and perky, her bottom firm and round.

Her skin darkened to a dark chocolate, that’s when they appeared. All those silver marks, they were

everywhere, everywhere but her face, she even had scars on her neck. Some were obviously from a

knife, others burns, and most from a whip.

“So many.” I can’t help but gasp out my horror at the pain she’s so clearly suffered. The silver of her NôvelDrama.Org © content.

scars are flat to her skin, like silver paint, the darker the paint, the deeper the scar. My gasp had been

echoed by the others in the room.

She’s beautiful, even with all those scars. But those scars…the wounds they were from. My mind

barley able to process the horrors she had gone through with each wound rendered, her torment so

evident. Her power and strength radiated out from her, I was in the Presence of more that just a Lunar

Princess. 3

This was my Clan Alpha. I go down to one knee in front of this powerful being, “I Victor Heartsong

Bloodmoon swear to you my oath of loyalty, and beg acceptance as your Gamma.” I say.

Jaxon kneels down next to me “I Jaxon Stone Mountainmover, swear to you my oath of loyalty, and beg

acceptance as your Beta.” He says.

She kneels down in front of us, we raise our eyes to her glowing Violet ones, the silver rim gleaming.

She grabs my right hand in hers, I can’t help but think her hands are beautiful as well, long strong

fingers. Her nails long and pointy, with slightly rounded tips. No, those were not nails, those are claws,

they’re black, strong and sharp. –

While holding my hand, wrist up, she asks. “Do you swear by your blood?” In an echoing, mystic, and

somehow lyrical voice. I nod my head, knowing this would mean I would be connected by more, than

just the Clan Bond.

“Yes.” I say in a firm tone.

She uses one of her magnificent claws to draw a line across my wrist, not cutting to the artery, just

enough to draw a thin line of blood. With the same claw she opens a line on her own wrist. She brought

both together “Then by your blood and mine I accept your oath of loyalty, you are now my Gamma, I

claim you as Clan.” Her voice echoed.

The magic of the blood oath shot through me in a scattering of electricity, not exactly painful, but not

comfortable either. I felt it snap in pace, my connection complete. She was my Alpha, and I her

Gamma. She turns to Jaxon, and in the same manner picks up his hand. 2

She asked him the same question. “Do you swear by your blood?”

Jaxon’s answer was a firm “Yes” in his deep rumble.

Goddess I found it sexy, even within this serious moment. Then she accepts Jaxon’s oath the same

way, with a cut to both of their wrists, she puts them together. I wasn’t comfortable seeing Jaxon bleed,

it was an instinctive aversion to my mate being harmed.

“Then by your blood and mine I accept your oath of loyalty, you are now my Beta, I claim you as Clan.”

Her voice echoed each word with a power felt deep within our chests.

Her voice a song, a spell you couldn’t ignore. I felt it when Jaxon connected to us, as Clan. He was not

only my mate, he was my Beta. I shivered a little, remembering how Beta to my Gamma he had been

in the shower. Clearing my throat, struggling to get my mind away from that extremely arousing

memory.

I look up as she turns around, the Twins are standing behind her. They look at her, just staring, a look

of almost worship in their eyes. Then in unison they kneel down as Jaxon and I had done.

I get to watch this from my prospective now. They say the same oath as we had, only it was to serve

her as her Enforcers. She asks that same question, it was important, the start of the spell creating the

blood bond.

They give their oath, I feel each one as they connect and she claims them as Clan. The bond snaps in

place. It’s so much deeper than that of other Clans. With her blood, and her voice invoking a spirit

bond, she connected us all.

Claiming us as her Clan. I felt to serve this being, would be of the greatest honor. I could feel her power

through our Clan bond now. She was so powerful. I look at my mate, he turns to me, our gaze

connecting

I feel through our mate bond the same awe and gratitude of being granted the honor to serve this

being. Mine and Jaxon’s bond was deeper than normal. We were bound as werewolves, but I was a

Hybrid, and Vampires created a blood bond with their mates.

When I had marked him, then fed, I had established both bonds. He would forever be able to connect

to me, it would have to take immense Black Magic to interrupt our connection. Not for long though, the

bond always, inevitably breaks through.

I love him so much already, it was filling my chest, I felt like I was overflowing with it, spilling it out

into our bond, so I could fill him with it. His eyes fill with his own emotion, then I feel it. His love for me,

it wraps me up tight, holding me close, providing a comfort I didn’t know I needed till now. Thank the

Goddess for giving me this wolf as my mate.

She moves to where she can look at us all while she talks to us. “I am Selena” she says, her voice still

a mystical, lyrical echo. “I am Alora’s Sprite, and until yesterday, have been bound by Black Magic,

keeping me from Alora.” she reveals to us. Shocking Jaxon, my Father and me. “Truth is, neither Xena

nor I were supposed to ever be able to connect with Alora.”

My wolf and Sprite howl and rage in protest, my heart drops to my knees in the terror of what that must

have been like. I know what it is to have them both with me. ‘What must Selena have gone through,

being kept from her human and wolf self.’ What would I have felt had that had happened to us, a

visceral protest roars through us as I think of that question. Never! I will never allow it!

“It was Bettina who had the chains spelled around us, binding our power, preventing us from reaching

our ascension as a Lunar Princess.” No! Why! I’m so shocked at this information. “She had it done

when we were born with the wrong coloring.” she tells us, such a horribly unacceptable reason, “Our

Father is not Allister Frost Northmountain”

Well that was actually obvious, as Allister was a pure bred Werewolf. The sick pervert still deserved to

be put down though. “We were the result of a one night affair, with a random Vampire Bettina met at a

bar.” she pauses a moment, looking at Jaxon, and me, then my Father, “I do know who our real Father

is, and you will all be meeting him soon.” my brow furrows in question at this, who could her Father be?

Her answer completely shocked me, to my core. I felt Jaxon’s shock shoot through him just as mine

had done me. “Our Father is Sabastian Night Dayblood,” that was the name of… “The King of all

Vampires.” she finished. I could not have been more stunned, than if I had been hit with a with Taser.

My new Clan Alpha was not just a Lunar Princess. Oh, no, she was the daughter to the King of all

Vampires.

Making her both a Lunar and a Vampire Princess. How powerful was this being?

/////**Author’s Note: I have to admit, I was teary eyed writting that last chapter, I had to stop a few times

when the words would blure. I always wonderd before as a reader, reading those parts of the books

that made me cry, did the Author cry a little writing them? Well this advid reader, of a vast and eclectic

range of romance, (for decades now, geez that makes me feel old, and I’m only 30) and new Author, I

will say that yes, yes I did cry a little.