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The Wolf’s Prince
A novel by
Sienna Sway
Published by
Blue Crescent Books
Copyright © Sienna Sway 2023
Cover design by: Cristal Designs
All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form
or in any means—by electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording or otherwise—without prior written permission from
the publisher and author.
978-1-990307-28-7
CON T E N T S
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Chapter 18
Epilogue
Afterword
About the Author
Also by Sienna Sway
CHAP T E R 1
NIKOLAI
NIKOLAI
N ikolai managed to wait until Soren's swollen cock softened, before freaking out.
The moment the shifter slid free, unbinding them, he pushed Soren off of him
and sat up.
Lifemates...
Lifemates?!
Soren was insane. Perhaps all shifters were. If fucking meant marriage, then why the
hell had he been just as easy as Nikolai was himself? Nikolai found it incredibly hard to
believe he hadn't done that before. If Soren tried to claim such a thing Nikolai would fight
him on it. No one was that good with their equipment on the first try. And wouldn’t that
mean he had a harem of spouses on his mountain or forest, or wherever he lived?
“What's wrong?” Soren asked.
Nikolai shook himself.
“Nothing. I just want to get back and get cleaned up.”
He patted the earth around him, finding nothing. Soren handed him his pants.
Nikolai stood up to pull them on, catching a glimpse of his white shirt a moment later
and stooping to pull that on next. The front was entirely torn. His jacket was no better.
He would have to hold them closed and hope to not be spotted on the way to his room.
Soren seemed to be having no trouble dressing in the meantime. Why would he be? His
clothes were intact.
Nikolai’s heart was racing as he spun around shakily, looking for the castle. He was so
disoriented it took him a moment to realize the dark form of a hedge near them was
blocking the view. He could still hear the party, music, and laughter carried in the night
air, making him realize how close they still were to the open doors.
“Oh god,” he said, flooded with embarrassment. “I was so loud.”
“So?”
“So, someone must have heard me! The whole party probably did!”
Suddenly, Soren's arms were around him, engulfing him in a tight embrace.
“So?” he asked again.
Nikolai melted, sagging against Soren's strong arms for support.
He took a shaking breath.
Soren was right. Why was he panicking? Maybe Soren thought they were forever now,
or maybe he was exaggerating for the sake of making Nikolai feel good. Men did that
sometimes. Hell, Nikolai had told a particular bed friend that he loved him once without
even meaning to. A good orgasm could do that to a fellow.
All he knew for sure was that he'd just had the best sex of his life. And he would be
here for another day, at least. And so would Soren... and the shifter had already promised
him more.
Before Nikolai knew what was happening, or could even think about arguing, he was
suddenly hoisted into the air.
He squeaked, arms wrapping instinctively around Soren's neck.
“What are you doing?” he gasped.
“Taking you to my room.”
Nikolai bit his lip, heart racing as Soren carried him back the way they had come.
“Please, no one can see me like this.”
He wiggled, about to jump free, but Soren stopped walking at once.
“Your legs were shaking like a baby deer's taking its first steps,” he informed him.
“You look like you were rolling in the grass and your clothes are in pieces. I hardly think
me carrying you in is any worse than that.”
Nikolai felt his entire face heat.
“I will take a side entrance,” Soren promised, and Nikolai sighed, nodding his
permission.
Still, he buried his face against the crook of Soren's neck while he was carried, at least
hoping to avoid eye contact with anyone they might pass.
They were already around the side wall when he peaked, having gone in the opposite
direction to the ball. A minute later, Soren pulled open a door.
It was a servant’s entrance, he guessed by the narrow hallway and rickety staircase.
Somehow, Soren seemed to know his way around.
He took the dark staircase up with Nikolai held in his arms like he was weightless.
When they emerged from the dim hallway, somewhere on the second floor, into a
marble-floored corridor, Nikolai realized that they were somewhere in the guest quarters,
near the room he shared with his brother.
“Let me walk now,” Nikolai insisted quietly, catching a guard's eye from across the hall
and feeling his cheeks heat.
Soren didn't bother to respond, because he had already reached his door.
He shifted Nikolai enough to grip the handle and push the door open, carrying him
through the threshold into his bed chambers.
Somewhere along the way, this whole night had taken a surreal turn.
Nikolai had expected to meet a lot of new people, dance half the night, get tipsy, and
fall into someone's bed for fun. But when Soren reverently laid him down on his large
bed, it did not feel fun. It felt momentous.
Their gazes were glued together and meaning dripped from Soren’s every movement.
He took Nikolai’s hand in his own and gently pressed his lips to the knuckles, never
breaking eye contact.
Nikolai shivered.
He wanted to demand answers. Suddenly panicked at Soren’s words about lifemates
again, but he couldn’t even begin to find words.
“Rest here,” Soren said gently. “I will take care of you.”
Again, Nikolai was powerless to do anything but what Soren wanted.
He remained on the bed, spread out, leaning back on his elbows as Soren went to the
wash basin.
He didn't ask Nikolai to remove his clothing, but when he returned to him, sitting on
the edge of the bed, with a washcloth and the basin, he began to carefully undress him
again.
Like this, in the brightness of his room, laying on a bed, being cared for, Nikolai
suddenly felt self-conscious and simultaneously aroused all over again.
By the time Soren came to the waist of his filthy pants and began to unbutton them,
the front was bulging.
Soren slowed there, letting his fingers brush over the mound sensually, making Nikolai
shudder before he pulled the pants open, freeing his length from within.
Nikolai bit his lips, his face hot with embarrassment and hopeful desire.
He doubted that he could handle that big cock inside him again so soon, but he
wanted more.
Soren didn't deliver though, at least, not at once. He simply undressed him.
Then, with a long look at Nikolai, he took the wet towel and began to gently clean
him, starting with the dirt on the palms of his hands and in his fingernails, then moving to
the elbows.
Then, although Nikolai's chest was clear, he moved the towel there, rubbing the fabric
over his nipples, one at a time, the whole while, carefully watching the way Nikolai bit his
lips. Finally, he moved to the true mess, gently cleaning the dried crystals of come from
the faint hairs on his belly.
Nikolai gasped at the feeling of the wet fabric sliding under his cock as Soren cleaned.
“You're such a tease,” he gasped as Soren worked.
A mischievous smile quirked Soren’s lips.
“Is it teasing if I plan to deliver?” he asked.
Nikolai's mouth went dry.
He pushed his hips toward Soren's confident hands.
“Not yet,” Soren said, avoiding the thrust. “I'm not done with my task.”
With that, he took Nikolai's knees by the hands and pushed them apart.
For a moment, he stared down at Nikolai's abused hole and his eyes went entirely
silver.
Nikolai expected the towel to be used to clean him, but Soren suddenly groaned,
shoved Nikolai's hips up, and dove down, choosing to use his tongue instead.
Nikolai shuddered and gasped.
The shifter was so good with his instruments. He hadn't wanted any more ass play,
but the idea alone of Soren down there, using his tongue to lick his own semen away
nearly made Nikolai come apart.
He cursed.
“Yes!” he cried out and then reached down, gripping his cock and tightly jerking it
while he was devoured.
He only lasted a minute and didn't care because it was the most heavenly sensation,
coming with a hungry tongue inside him.
It took forever for shivers to stop raking his body. The whole while, Soren held his hips
and kissed his entrance, helping to drag it on as long as possible.
When he rose, he looked down at Nikolai, his silver eyes glazed.
He remained there, on his knees, watching him catch his breath as though stunned.
“You are the most satisfying meal I have ever had,” he informed Nikolai, hands tracing
his spread inner thighs.
Nikolai let out a breathy chuckle.
“Will I take care of that?” he asked, indicating the bulge in the front of Soren's already
tight pants. “I can suck it for you.”
Soren visibly shivered, squeezing his eyes shut before shaking his head firmly.
“No, you are too tired.”
Nikolai opened his mouth to argue but was distracted by the shifter pulling his clothes
off.
He'd felt the defined muscles already, but seeing Soren's body was different. His body
was sculpted, and his every movement made muscles flex. His fawn-colored skin was
perfection, with no blemishes in sight, looking just as soft to the touch as it felt. His
shape was the type that no nobility could achieve. No, it took living a certain lifestyle to
need to be so strong.
When he kicked his pants off, Nikolai's eyes nearly bugged out of his head.
“You're telling me that was inside me?” he squeaked.
Soren grinned, moving to the lamps.
“All of it and more,” he said.
He certainly hadn't been lying about his size. Not that Nikolai doubted that after being
fucked so thoroughly. Still, seeing it, he was impressed with himself. He grinned. He'd
taken that like it was his profession.
The room was plunged into darkness as Soren extinguished the lights. A moment
later, Nikolai felt the bed dipping as Soren crawled in next to him.
He pulled the blankets out from under them, slid up right behind Nikolai so he could
cradle him in his arms, and then tucked the blanket in all around them.
When he wrapped his arm around Nikolai's waist, he tugged him in close and buried
his face in his hair, inhaling sharply.
“I feel bad leaving you like that,” Nikolai whispered in the dark, wiggling his backside
against Soren’s thriving erection.
He moaned and chuckled.
“Don’t tease me,” he chastised. “I want you to rest. We’ll have plenty of time for you
to make it up to me tomorrow.”
Nikolai shivered at the thought.
The temptation of another ride before they left tomorrow was enough to keep him
securely in Soren’s arms, even though he wasn’t typically one to cuddle. To his surprise, it
felt nice being in the shifter’s embrace. He smelled so warm and inviting. For some
reason, it almost made Nikolai want to nuzzle against him.
“I’ll have to check in with my brother first thing in the morning, just to let him know
I’m alive,” he said sleepily. “After that, I’m all yours.”
Soren kissed the back of his head.
“Of course. We must make arrangements for our journey to pack grounds,” he said
sleepily. “Normally, we run, but I don’t think you’ll be able to keep up with us wolves.”
He pulled Nikolai in a little bit tighter
“I cannot wait to discuss everything with you. To get to know you in all ways, inside
and out, my Nikolai, my mate.”
Nikolai could feel Soren’s smile against his hair, but all the blood had rushed from his
face.
So much for telling himself that Soren had been exaggerating.
IT TOOK FAR TOO long for Nikolai to disentangle from Soren's arms. As much as he wanted to
get away, Soren's arms were incredibly warm and welcoming. In fact, Nikolai didn't think
he had ever been quite so comfortable in his life.
Although he'd been trying to wait for Soren to fall into a deep sleep, Nikolai had fallen
asleep first.
He woke hours later, facing the shifter, their legs tangled. His arms were around that
lovely narrow waist and Soren's were around his back.
Heart to heart, Nikolai thought. He shook that fleeting idea away.
Whether Soren was enticing or not, whether he was caring and incredible in bed,
Nikolai could not be here when he woke up.
He did not know what life mates meant to the wolf shifters. If it was as serious as it
sounded, he needed to leave before it became a problem for him or his family.
Nikolai was already quick to get in trouble for things like this. His father had been
particularly frustrated with his lack of interest in politics lately, saying that he was “Too
preoccupied with getting his cock wet,” to which Nikolai had replied, “Actually, I'm more
preoccupied with getting other people's cocks wet.”
Thank goodness Andrey had been there to step in the middle of that fight.
If Nikolai returned home attached to a shifter, for that very reason, he didn't want to
think of the fights and consequences he'd have to deal with.
Soren will defend you, an inner voice said, and he shoved that thought down.
He didn't even know Soren. He'd seen him naked far more than he'd seen him
dressed. That said it all.
Swallowing, he braced himself to move and—couldn't bring himself to.
He could feel Soren's heart pounding, yes, against his own, dammit. He couldn't shake
that thought any longer. Their hearts were beating together, and he had never felt like
he fit against someone so perfectly before.
What would it be like to be mated to a wolf shifter? he wondered. Would Soren take
care of him every night? Bringing him to ecstasy and then washing his body and cradling
him in bed, giving him feather-light kisses that were filled with so much tenderness it
made him ache.
He squeezed his eyes shut, strangely overcome with emotions.
What had come over him? He was being even more ridiculous than Soren was.
To say someone was your mate was one thing, for them to believe you, was quite
another.
Nikolai wasn't like this. He didn't have the inclination for commitment. He wasn't
searching for the one. He liked meeting people, making connections and new friends, and
trying new bodies along the way. That was what interested him. He couldn't be with only
one person no matter how attractive they were, or how warm their embrace.
As carefully as he could, Nikolai extracted himself.
The moment that he was free though, Soren, still fast asleep, reached out and tugged
him back into his lovely warmth.
Nikolai shut his eyes, allowing it for another minute before he tried again.
It took three tries, but eventually, he was free.
Soren sighed in his sleep, rolling onto his back.
For a minute, Nikolai stood next to the bed, watching him as a strange feeling settled
over him. He didn't know how to label it, whether it was good or bad, he just felt strange.
Finally, internally shaking himself, he turned to look for his clothing. It was all spread
out over the floor. Nikolai only remembered the state of it as he picked up his shredded
shirt.
His pants and undergarments, though filthy, were at least in one piece, so he pulled
them on. He paused and then picked up Soren's suede jacket with the fur collar. It had
been tossed near the door and Nikolai couldn't resist slipping it on.
He looked back at the bed, one more lingering look at Soren's form, sleeping
peacefully.
What had gotten into him?
He couldn't have possibly developed feelings so fast. It made no sense.
Even so, he had to force himself through the door.
While trying to sneak away as quietly as he could in the early hours of the morning,
even the clicking of his boots on the marble floor sounded too loud.
He looked back twice, expecting Soren to appear behind him, ready to drag him back
to bed before carrying him off to a wolf's den in the wilderness somewhere. He
shuddered, even as he pulled Soren's coat closer around his shoulders.
Panic was filling him by the time he stepped into his room.
Inside was silent and dark. The curtains were tightly sealed and there was not a
sound to be heard. For a moment, Nikolai had the worrying thought that Andrey wasn't
there. What if he'd spent the night in someone else's bed, just as Nikolai had?
That wouldn't be like him though. Andrey tended to keep his buttons tightly done up.
“Who is there?”
Nikolai sighed in relief at the sound of his brother's whispered voice.
“Oh, thank goodness,” he groaned. “Andrey, you're here.”
“Of course,” Andrey said in the dark, suddenly sounding annoyed. “And you weren't
here. All night. I could hardly sleep worrying about you.”
Nikolai swallowed.
“You should have slept,” he said, creeping in the direction of Andrey's bed. “You know
how I am.”
“Yes,” Andrey said sharply. “I know how you are. That was why I didn't worry when
you left the party early. But you always come back, or at least come to your own bed
after you've had your fun.”
Nikolai grimaced.
“I'm sorry,” he whispered, sitting on the edge of the bed. He reached out, somehow
finding Andrey's hand in the dark.
His older brother sat up and gripped his hand in return.
“As long as you’re okay, that is all that matters.”
“Yes, I’m okay but… I’m in a bit of a bind… Please don’t hate me.”
Andrey was silent for a long moment.
“What have you done?” he asked, his voice full of trepidation.
“I may have done the wrong shifter.”
“Nikolai…”
“We must leave before he wakes up. Please don’t fight me on this. I want to be gone
as quickly as possible.”
Andrey began to splutter at once about proprietary obligations, like thanking their
hosts and showing appreciation for their hospitality, but Nikolai squeezed his hand tightly.
“I’m afraid if my partner from last night sees our departure, I don’t believe I’ll be
getting far.”
“What?”
“Let’s just say he’s become attached. I don’t recommend sleeping with any unknown
magical races,” Nikolai warned. “You never know what they’re thinking.”
“You’re joking.”
Nikolai tried to sound light-hearted.
“One man’s fling is another man’s forever?” he joked.
Andrey groaned.
“Nikolai—”
“Please,” he whispered. “If he comes for me… I don’t think I can refuse him.”
Once again, Andrey fell silent.
“I will go fetch our party,” he said. “You stay here.”
Nikolai nodded, relieved.
It was well before their servants would arrive to rouse them. They were probably fast
asleep in a room somewhere off of that corridor Soren had carried him through.
Nikolai remained sitting on the edge of the bed while Andrey stood, ready to fix things
as always.
This is the right thing to do, he told himself, but even in his own head, the words
sounded hollow.
CHAP T E R 3
SOREN
S oren knew that humans did not react to wolves well. They were so removed from
the very nature that they were spawned from that the sight of a predator, whether
peaceful or not, sent them into a panic.
Before departing pack lands to the human kingdom, he had been the one to enforce
the no-shifting rule. Despite that, Soren was ready to shift right now and ransack the
castle. He would leave no leaf unturned until Nikolai was found.
He was ready to cause a scene.
“Your claws are out,” Botan informed him.
Soren swung around to face his friend.
They were outside now, the shifters he'd arrived with had already congregated to
leave before Soren had even started to really fret.
“I don't care,” he snarled.
Botan rolled his dark eyes, a sneer touching his lip.
“Do you have a problem?” Soren demanded, stalking up to him.
Despite Botan being an alpha, Soren was larger than him by a few inches. He was one
of the biggest alphas of the pack and although that did not guarantee becoming pack
alpha, it certainly helped. Normally the others respected that fact.
But Botan had known him closely all his years and he was not the type to be bullied.
He raised his chin, sharp gaze on Soren's.
“You should not have mated that human,” he said firmly.
“Or any human,” Eri added at his side.
Soren turned to look at her, managing not to glare or open his mouth.
Eri was an omega, here with her brother Homare as a chaperone. She had made it
clear more than once that Soren could have her. He wasn’t surprised that he could feel
fury billowing off both her and her brother.
He found it hard to feel guilty though because soon, White Water Pack would have a
new alpha and all eyes had pointed to him.
Eri had only shown Soren interest when the pack alpha, Jin had first become ill and
that was a disgusting reality for him. The fact that she was more conniving than
compassionate wasn’t something Soren could ignore.
He hadn't considered any of that last night though. He had been too overwhelmed by
the sight of Nikolai to think straight after his eyes had first landed on him.
Nikolai had immediately screamed of danger. He carried an open air of sexuality, a
love of life, and fun and laughter that drew all eyes to him. And Soren had hated that fact
as much as he was drawn to it, because the moment he'd seen Nikolai, he'd known; he
was his fated mate.
If not for that fact, Soren would feel guilty now. As it was, he did not feel regret, but
he did feel foreboding.
He had awakened to Nikolai's absence and now, he would have to face the wrath of
his pack. At the exact moment that he was meant to be there for them, he had
disappointed them.
Finally, Soren saw Fusa sauntering toward them from the direction of the castle. Still
in human form, it was clear that the beta looked wilder than the humans did. She moved
like the animals of the forest, always alert.
As she reached them, she slowed, shaking her head at Soren.
“I'm sorry,” she said. “The prince you mated with departed in the early hours of the
morning to his kingdom.”
Soren felt his mouth go dry.
Prince?
That was only mildly more alarming than the fact that Nikolai was gone.
It wasn't as though the sky was falling, yet Soren felt like it had already started to
descend and crash down around him.
He gritted his jaw as a multitude of questions ran through his head. Where is Nikolai’s
kingdom? How long would it take to get there? Would he come willingly, or would Soren
have to drag him home? Would Nikolai even be accepted with his pack? Would Soren be
shunned for mating with someone who had already abandoned him after their first night
together?
Was Nikolai worth it?
He looked around at his group slowly, most he normally considered friends. Not one of
them had sympathetic eyes. They thought he deserved this.
They couldn't all be wrong.
If Soren stood in their shoes, it looked like their leader had chosen to mate an
outsider on a whim—probably from too much drink. Those were the actions of the young,
foolish, and particularly reckless alphas. It was odd that Soren had done it. Actually, just
as their alpha was ending his reign, it was more than odd, it was foolish.
Soren wanted to be the new alpha. It was something he had prepared for his entire
life. Gritting his teeth, he nodded curtly.
“Let us return to White Water.”
Botan raised a skeptical brow.
“How can you leave without your mate?” he asked. “Neither of you will handle it well
for long.”
“He is a human,” Soren said stiffly. “And it was not a proper mating. It was nothing
but a mistake.”
The day was bright with sunlight, but the early spring air was chilly. Inhaling a deep
breath, Soren shifted.
After two days surrounded by humans, trying to keep his instincts at bay, it felt good,
like a deep stretch after wearing clothes that were too tight.
He took off at a lope, a slow and steady pace, relaxing marginally as the others fell
into step around him.
Running together helped to clear his mind.
Nikolai had disappointed him.
Fated mate or not, he was a human. He would never be able to run with Soren or
truly understand him. We were from different worlds, and… he did not want Soren.
Nikolai had made that very clear.
When wolves mated, it was meant to be for life, yet Nikolai slept with anyone at a
whim. For all Soren knew, he had been claimed by countless bodies before and Soren was
only the most recent, not the most important.
And, notably, Nikolai hadn’t known to bite Soren back. That had surprised him at the
time. In fact, Soren had found it quite sweet. He had planned to explain it to Nikolai in
the morning and let him return Soren's bite while taking his knot again.
Now, Soren was glad they hadn’t finished the bond properly.
Silently, he prayed to the wolf goddess Suku that their bond would be temporary,
watered down by Nikolai’s human genes and Soren’s unmarked mating gland.
But the further they traveled, the more Soren felt him and the more frustrated he
became.
They were fated, lucky enough to have found one another in the physical world, and
they had mated under the light of the full moon.
If Nikolai had stayed, Soren would have fought for him with everything that he
possessed.
But Nikolai had chosen otherwise.
Now, even if Nikolai somehow found their pack, even if he begged for him, Soren
would send him away with just as much cruelness and disinterest as Nikolai had shown.
That was a promise.
THE JOURNEY BACK WAS GRINDING, but only because Soren wanted to arrive in pack lands as quickly
as possible.
He hadn't wanted to leave to begin with, it had taken Alpha Jin ordering him to go for
him to grudgingly leave while the older shifter was mostly bedridden.
And Kamon had remained.
Remembering his fear of leaving Alpha Jin ill and in the presence of the shifter who
wanted his position as pack alpha made Soren itch with worry now that he was thinking
of it again.
They had been gone for over twenty-four hours already. If Alpha Jin passed, the
position of the next pack alpha had to fall on the strongest alpha present. Without Soren
there, Kamon would have no competition.
It was with that thought in mind that they finally breached the White Water Pack
lands.
Nestled in the morning mountainscape, White Water Pack was hidden from all but the
birds and goats. They dwelled in caves that had been their homes for centuries.
Clearing the last path felt particularly hard on muscles that ached from unrest, but
Soren pushed them to continue. The closer they got to home, the more he feared he
would return to the worst.
But when they climbed to the flattened peak of their pack square, all appeared to be
normal.
The shifters that he had known all his life carried on with normal life. The evening
bonfire was lit. A goat carcass was on a spike, already roasting, filling the air with the
smell of smoke and sizzling meat.
Some were sitting by the fire sewing, others sat talking. Pups scampered around his
legs. Knowing each one by name, Soren bent, nuzzling them and pushing them back
toward their parents who had finally noticed the party's return.
“Soren and the others have returned!” a young rambunctious beta named Arine
hollered, then to them, she said, “You decided not to remain with the humans after all.
We all thought that they would win you over.”
Soren finally shifted back into his human form, stretching as his limbs popped back
into their upright arrangement.
“Now why would you think that?” Soren asked, smiling.
Behind him, Homare snorted.
“Why indeed,” Eri said quietly.
He turned, glaring at his companions. The others avoided eye contact.
Homare raised his chin in challenge, and Soren had to stop himself from reacting. The
fact that the beta felt he had a right to challenge Soren, arguably the strongest alpha in
the pack, was a bad sign.
Yet, he was the one who was in the wrong.
They were right to be mad at him.
In front of him, the wolves who had been approaching to welcome them home and
discuss the trip slowed in their strides.
Multiple sets of noses lifted into the air, sniffing in confusion.
Arine had stopped, her normally jovial young face frozen in a frown.
“Soren,” she said slowly. “You smell different.”
The news of Soren’s misguided mating would spread fast, but he did not want to be
here to see the faces of all his friends and family turned toward him in disgust just yet.
“Where is Alpha Jin?” he asked. “Is he okay?”
“Of course, he is okay,” a deep voice said from the back of the forming crowd.
Kamon's large form emerged from between the people, striding confidently toward
Soren with a cold smile in place on his sharp features.
“Tell me Soren, why would that be your first question?”
An equally cold smile fell onto Soren's lips.
“You know why,” he said.
Kamon's jaw tightened.
“You think I would hurt my alpha?” he asked, voice low.
Soren could see in Kamon's eyes that he was right. He had the look of someone
caught red-handed.
“Perhaps if you'd been left alone with him?” Soren suggested.
Kamon opened his mouth, ready to splutter a response before his frown suddenly
deepened in surprise. He sniffed the air around Soren's face and then grinned, his fangs
on full display.
“What's this?” Kamon demanded. “The priggish Soren has finally chosen a mate?”
He took a deep inhale of the rest of the party.
“And to someone not of our pack! Tell me, were you drinking?” He laughed loudly. “It
must have taken a skinful for you to mate with someone out of passion.”
Soren shoved roughly past Kamon, trying not to look at all the shocked faces as he
shouldered through them.
He didn't stop to speak to any of the others who tried to stop him to say hello. He
didn't want to see the expressions on their faces when they realized he was no longer a
free wolf.
His heart ached by the time he reached Alpha Jin's dwelling.
The guards did not say a word, or even react to Soren's new scent, even though he
knew they could smell it.
For that and for keeping Alpha Jin safe, he was eternally grateful to them.
“May I enter?” he asked.
They nodded, moving aside for Soren to step through the hanging drapes.
Alpha Jin's cave was dark and warm, the air stale.
He didn't mind though. It was familiar and comforting to be surrounded by his alpha's
scent.
In the corner, he saw the still lump on his bed.
“Alpha Jin,” he said quietly.
There was silence for a beat and then the lump shifted.
“Soren, you have returned.”
He began to sit up, and Soren moved swiftly to his side, helping him.
“What's this?” Alpha Jin asked, looking up at him with sharp eyes that although heavy
with age, were still so much like Soren’s.
“You smell different.”
Soren swallowed.
“Yes,” he admitted. “I may have made a huge mistake.”
“Come, sit. Tell me about it.”
Soren did as he was told, taking the stool next to Alpha Jin's bed. As his eyes
adjusted, he could see the alpha's face more clearly. Perhaps it was because he hadn't
seen his weathered skin for two days, but whatever the reason, his grandfather looked
much older than he had before. With a sinking feeling, Soren realized that he would not
be here much longer.
The thought staggered him for a moment. Even though he'd known for a long time,
now he felt like he could see Alpha Jin's remaining days and they were in the single
digits.
“What happened?” Alpha Jin pressed, patting the back of Soren's hand.
Somehow, he managed to keep his voice even when he answered.
“I met a human man at the celebration...”
“And? What possessed you to make him your mate?”
Soren swallowed.
“I believed he was fated for me, Alpha.”
He could feel Alpha Jin's eyes boring into his face.
“Then he was,” he said firmly. “There is no reason to feel shame over that. You were
given a gift from the universe. It is a sign of your place in it. Those who are meant for
great things, are given great gifts.”
Soren's heart raced.
He squeezed his eyes shut.
“I wish that could be true,” he whispered. “But he left me. Without a word. I do not
even know where he is now.”
Alpha Jin hummed thoughtfully.
“That is unfortunate. It will make it much harder for you to find him.”
Soren stared.
“What do you mean?”
Alpha Jin leaned forward, gripping his hand with surprising strength.
“You must find your mate Soren. You cannot live without him.”
Soren found himself chuckling darkly. Images of Nikolai laying beneath him, skin
gleaming brightly in the dim moonlight flashed through his mind.
“He left,” he repeated firmly. “I can live without someone who chose that.”
“But what about him?” Alpha Jin asked. “Can he live without you?”
Soren blinked.
“What do you mean?”
“You are an alpha. You are strong. You will survive. But him…”
Again, Soren saw Nikolai’s willowy frame in his mind. His small stature and soft skin.
He took a shuddering breath.
“No,” he insisted. “He is human. Their kind is not affected by the whims of the moon.”
“But he has been mated to a wolf… What if he goes into heat for the first time and
you are not there to help him?”
Soren’s chest tightened at the thought.
But if that were to happen, Nikolai would find someone else to ease his aching body.
He would be fine.
“He did not return my bite,” Soren insisted weakly. “Surely that means my bond will
fade.”
“Perhaps.”
For a moment, Soren felt overwhelmed by all the what-ifs. Then, he returned to the
moment, and to the sound of his alpha’s labored breaths.
“He chose his people. I am choosing mine,” Soren said firmly.
As time went on, their bond would grow weaker, he was sure. Right now, he would
have to be dragged away from his dear alpha on his last days.
Fated mate or not, they had made their decisions.
CHAP T E R 4
ANDREY
T heir parents, although typically attentive, pleasant people, did not seem to think
much of Nikolai's mood since returning from the ball nearly a week ago. Perhaps
they thought Nik had decided to turn a new leaf and fall in line.
He hadn't spoken back once. He hadn't playfully mocked their brother Viktor's fashion
sense. He hadn't snuck anyone into his room late at night, as far as Andrey had seen, and
he was bad at hiding it when he did—which was frequent.
Viktor had noticed, though he hadn’t said anything about it. Talking wasn’t his way,
bless poor Maya’s heart, Andrey didn’t know how the lovely woman handled him.
Today, in an attempt at catching Nikolai’s attention, Viktor had shown up to breakfast
in a lime green number that hurt Andrey's eyes to look at.
Nik hadn't said a word, even after Viktor's wife, Maya insisted he had to change after
breakfast.
Nikolai only smiled politely when Viktor asked if he liked it and then, the moment the
meal was done, he'd asked to be excused to his room.
“What the devil has gotten into him?” Viktor grumbled the moment he was gone.
“Probably love trouble,” Maya said. “Stop trying to rile him up.”
“Maybe. He hasn’t been right since they came home from Tasnia a day early.”
Viktor fixed a suspicious glare on Andrey who quickly looked away.
“Can I be excused?” he asked, taking Nik’s lead, and perhaps that had been too
obvious because now everyone was looking at him like he was hiding something.
“Nothing happened at the ball,” he blurted guiltily. “You would have heard by now,
right? There would have been some sort of gossip or something.”
Finally, his father waved him off.
“Yes, yes. We know you would have told us of any trouble. You're excused.”
Andrey's guilt increased tenfold, but he nodded and pushed to his feet.
He didn't ever lie to his parents, and he always did as they said. Andrey didn't like
getting in trouble or dealing with conflict of any kind, really. That was why he kept such
control over his life, always trying to prepare for anything that might happen.
Ultimately, that was why he would have to go talk to Nikolai as soon as possible.
There was no denying that his brother was acting strangely.
He'd had so many bedpartners Andrey didn't even want to know the number, yet
when he had returned to their room that night after the festivities had long been ended,
he had sounded shaken.
The fact that Nikolai hadn't brushed the situation off yet filled Andrey with worry.
He had a very bad feeling that Nikola had done something that couldn't be swept
under the rug this time.
NIKOLAI
ALL NIGHT NIKOLAI tried to satisfy himself. He fell in and out of consciousness, waking up
exhausted, his hips moving against the bed desperately seeking relief that he could not
get.
He was covered in sweat, the slick wetness from his hole, and come. He felt dirty but
was too sore to get to the wash basin.
It wasn't until a knock sounded on the door that he even realized that it was morning.
He shuddered at the thought of his valet arriving to ready him for the day. He couldn't
do it. He couldn’t go to breakfast and pretend to be normal. He couldn't even get out of
his soiled bed.
“Nik, are you awake? It's me again…”
The sound of Andrey's voice nearly made him cry.
He found himself sagging in relief even before he replied.
“Come in.”
His voice was so quiet he wasn't sure if his brother could have heard it, but a moment
later, the door creaked open.
Before Andrey entered, Nikolai remembered his state and dragged the blanket up
around himself.
Andrey shut the door behind him and stood for a long moment looking into Nik's dimly
lit room.
His face was stricken with worry as he approached the bed.
“Nik,” he whispered. “Are you ill?”
Nikolai felt incredibly weak. That was perhaps why he immediately burst into tears,
quiet sobs wreaking his body.
Andrey came forward at once, sitting on the edge of the bed and stroking his hair
back.
“Nikolai, what happened?”
“It was S—Soren,” he gasped. “He did something to me.”
Andrey stared.
“The shifter?” he asked. “What do you mean? How could he have?”
“Sleeping with him did something,” Nikolai choked, feeling ridiculous even as he said
it. “I feel like I'm dying. I need him.”
Andrey's grey eyes were wide, watching in horror.
“I'm telling our parents!” he said, jumping to his feet.
Nik nearly did die, right there and then.
“No! Andrey! This is already embarrassing enough. Don't tell anyone.”
Andrey shook his head regretfully.
“This is beyond my level Nikolai,” he said sympathetically. “I don't know what is wrong
with you. I don't know anything about shifters. I don’t know how to fix this.”
“I can tell you what's wrong with me,” Nikolai insisted, “and how to fix it.”
Andrey waited and dammit that meant Nikolai had to open his mouth and force the
embarrassing facts out.
“It's like I've been drugged by... an aphrodisiac.”
Andrey's lips parted in surprise.
“Oh... then, perhaps I should call one of your friends—”
“No!” Nikolai interrupted. “I want Soren. He's the only one.”
“But you wanted to leave him behind. You woke me up before dawn to run—”
“I know!”
Nikolai shuddered.
“Please,” he finally whispered. “The thought of anyone else touching me makes me
feel ill.”
Indeed, this conversation alone was turning his stomach.
Andrey leaned over him, squeezing his arm warmly.
“I’ll be back shortly,” he promised. “Try to rest.”
“What are you going to do?” he asked.
“I’m going to try to get you your shifter,” Andrey said resolutely.
CHAP T E R 5
NIKOLAI
N ikolai’s dirty laundry being aired turned out to be not nearly as humiliating as he’d
thought it would be. For one, he was in too much discomfort to care about
embarrassment. It also helped that nobody seemed to find it remotely funny.
Nikolai had been assisted in bathing, barely able to stand being touched without
twitching or crying. Then he was dressed in soft clothing before being taken to face his
family.
He had to be helped into the sitting room where they were waiting for him.
The stricken looks on their faces made the severity of the situation weigh down on
him even more than anything else.
His father had told him countless times that the way he so flippantly jumped into bed
with boys would lead to trouble. Somehow, Nikolai didn't think he had meant this.
Even Vik didn’t crack a single joke.
They all stared at him with worry in their eyes.
“Leave us,” his father said to the two servants helping Nikolai walk.
He felt weak on his feet but made it to an armchair before collapsing.
“Andrey told us the full story,” his father informed him.
Somehow Nikolai doubted Andrey had told the full story. After all, he didn't know the
details.
“So, you slept with a shifter,” the king carried on.
Nikolai nodded weakly.
“And now you are ill...”
His mother sniffled and Nikolai tried to ignore the guilt filling him.
“Andrey said that you feel like you’ve been doused with an aphrodisiac… How do you
know that is not what happened? Perhaps you have been drugged since returning home?”
Nikolai shook his head. His gaze fell to his lap because it was too hard to meet any of
their eyes when he next spoke.
“No, it was him. I’m sure because…”
Unable to bring himself to say it, Nikolai reached for the high collar of his shirt and
pulled it aside, exposing the mark Soren had left him with.
Eyes trained on the floor, he heard their collective gasps.
“There's more,” he admitted, letting the fabric fall back into place. “He may have said
that we were now life mates.”
“H—he didn't tell me that part!” Andrey said and Nikolai looked up to find his father
fixing his older brother with an accusatory stare. “I would have told you at once had I
known.”
“It's true,” Nikolai said, jumping to his defense. “I didn't want any trouble. I convinced
Andrey to leave early but didn't tell him the true reason.”
He swallowed, looking at his father as tears filled his eyes.
“I feared the prospect. Now, it seems that being apart is even worse. Please, can you
send word to the wolf shifters?”
They all exchanged looks.
“What is it?” Nikolai asked in trepidation. What if something had happened to Soren?
“Shifters of any sort are hard to reach, love,” his mother said.
Nikolai stared at her.
“They can't be that elusive. The ball was full of shifters. Andrey, tell them.”
“Yes, but the Tasnian carrier birds kept being eaten, Nikolai,” Viktor jumped in, voice
full of irritation. “Nikolai we all laughed about it. Remember? They had to send
messengers out into the wilderness to invite them properly.”
The story came back to Nikolai. He remembered finding it hilarious at the time. The
thought of getting to meet beings so different from humans had thrilled him. He'd been
so happy that the others had made prior engagements. He would have begged to be at
that ball if he hadn't been sure he was going. He'd wanted to meet the different races, to
see how they interacted and spoke, and yes, even how they fucked. Although he'd been
hoping for more than one such excursion seeing as they were supposed to be there for
two full days, but that thought felt strange now.
How could he have peeled himself away from Soren if they had stayed longer?
“I will call for the doctor,” his father said. “We will find another way for this to leave
your system.”
“No,” Nikolai found himself whispering. “There is no other way... Their bonds use
magic, Father. You know what happened to Prince Nemir.”
“He was mated to an oaf,” his father argued. “They use elf magic. The shifters are
hardly casting spells.”
“True, but we don't know how their bonds work.”
“Go to him,” his mother said, agreeing with his unspoken words. “Andrey will keep you
company, won't you Andrey?”
She placed a hand on his arm, giving him the hopeful, motherly look that no one could
say no to.
Andrey sighed heavily and didn't argue.
“Doesn't it make more sense to send someone to fetch Nik's shifter?” Viktor
interjected. “Why would they go there? They may not be greeted with open arms. After
all, Nikolai mated with the man and then ran.”
Although Nikolai had been holding it together through this meeting, and although, the
idea of traveling anywhere but to his bed made him feel like he was going to cry, he
shook his head.
He looked at each of them, hoping they saw the sincerity and desperation in his eyes
before he spoke.
“I can’t wait that long.”
SOREN
SOREN STALKED across the plateau of the pack square, lost in thought.
“You should be out hunting with the others,” Anzu said, drawing his attention back to
the real world. “Or, at the very least, you should go for a run.”
Soren looked down at the omega. She was heavily pregnant, sitting with the other
omegas around the fire, working on small projects while lunch was cooked.
“I wish I could,” Soren said.
“Why can't you?” she asked, piercing him with a look.
Soren glanced up the mountain walls behind them. He could just see the entrance to
Alpha Jin's dwelling.
Jin would be safe. Most of the pack's alphas were currently bounding through the
trees, stretching their limbs or hunting for food.
Soren looked out over the view. Below, mountains and valleys stretched, trees
reaching high. Now that they were past winter, the chill in the air growing milder by the
day, the trees were regaining their leaves and the entire land appeared to be blossoming.
It was like the very earth was waking up. He'd always loved this season. Normally, it
filled him with hope and excitement for the year to come.
Apparently, Anzu saw his answer in his expression, because she reached out, picked
up some of the fabric she was working on, and held them up for Soren to take.
“Come sit,” she said. “Help me.”
Soren did as she said, taking the scraps and the seat next to her.
She seemed to be stitching something.
“Socks, she explained, showing him her progress on the tiny pair.
He smiled gently.
They were so cute.
At some point, he had thought about children. A little flock of them with a loving
omega of his own. Now he wasn't sure if that would ever happen. He had hoped the bond
would fade faster than it was. Instead, Soren only felt more agitated and frustrated the
longer he and Nikolai were apart.
Mating was supposed to be an incredible experience. A blissful connection that could
not be broken.
For a few hours, he had tasted that. He had felt the love and warmth and connection.
Now he felt only emptiness and disappointment.
“How have you been feeling?” Anzu asked casually.
Soren shrugged.
“Fine.”
“It can't be easy, losing your mate—”
“It's fine,” Soren insisted, only cutting her off because he noticed the other omegas
listening carefully. Eri was among them, on the opposite side of the fire, her lips pursed
into a sour expression.
He sighed. They were already listening, so he may as well try to right this now. The
time since his arrival home had been frustrating enough already. He wanted to end it. He
wanted things to go back to how they were. He wanted to pretend that Nikolai did not
exist out there, shunning him somewhere in a palace while Soren faced ridicule and
disgust for giving him the most precious gift he possessed.
“It wasn't a true bond,” he said, just loudly enough for everyone to hear. “I can
already feel it fading.”
He paused. Not used to lying, the fact that he was doing so now made the rest of
what he wanted to say flee him.
“What were you even thinking?” Eri suddenly demanded. “There are plenty of suitable
omegas here.”
Soren took a moment before meeting her hurt glare.
“You're right,” he said. “I was intoxicated, and the human seduced me. In my delirious
state, I believed that we were fated mates.”
He laughed bitterly.
“That couldn't be further from the truth. I'm glad that he did not bite me and I'm
relieved that those feelings are now fading.”
Soren wanted to go on, he wanted to further secure his previous position as a
desirable alpha, one worthy of mating with, but he simply could not force another false
word out.
Luckily, Eri said it for him.
“That is good news,” she said, and a smile lifted her lips and brightened her eyes,
turning her back into the pretty girl that he knew her to be. “As soon as that near-bond
mark fades from him, you will be free to pick a new omega. One worthy of you.”
Soren swallowed and nodded resolutely, but he simply could not bring himself to
return her smile. He could not pretend to be hopeful. He could not pretend for another
moment that he was not crushed.
“Excuse me,” he muttered, handing back Anzu’s supplies and pushing to his feet but
before he could make it to his den and into bed where he could nurse his wounds, there
was a great commotion.
CHAP T E R 6
SOREN
S oren ran.
His heart hammered, body insisting it couldn't be true. He shifted mid-stride to
get there faster, still unable to believe what he was hearing as Nikolai's voice became
clearer to his wolf's ears.
When he spotted the approaching group, his entire body stilled in shock.
Nikolai was here, in his homeland, unmistakable with those round brown eyes and
Soren’s coat draped over his shoulders.
He was with another human, being practically dragged up the last of the incline by
two of the alphas. Soren only noticed that one of them was Kamon when the other alpha
turned his face toward Nikolai, pressing his nose behind his ear and inhaling with a
sickening grin.
At that same moment, the wind shifted, and Soren smelled the sweet scent of his
omega in heat.
A growl tore through him.
He shot toward the group who were jostling Nikolai, jumping with a ferocious snarl
that made the other human scream.
Soren threw himself between Kamon and Nikolai, not thinking about how close they
were to the ledge. Fury drove him to act, and the others could handle it. Kamon caught
himself on the rocks at the edge, the other alpha jumped before he fell, but Nikolai was
not as agile and stumbled.
Soren was shifted and reaching out before he even knew what he was doing.
His hands closed around Nikolai's arms, catching him just before he fell.
Nikolai gasped and their eyes met.
For a moment, it was like nothing else existed.
Then the scent of Nikolai's heat enveloped him, flooding all his senses.
He pulled back from the edge, taking Nikolai with him and suddenly he was aware of
the other alphas watching.
Kamon smirked.
“It's a false bond. Isn’t that what you’ve been going around telling everybody?” he
asked, taking a step toward them as more alphas arrived from their hunt, their path up
the pass blocked by the scene. “Doesn’t that mean this one’s up for grabs?”
Soren snarled, baring all his fangs, his body itching, fur on the verge of coming
through his skin.
He would have attacked already, but he couldn't leave Nikolai unattended, not when
so many other alphas hovered near. The fact that they were all close enough to smell
him was bad enough.
“Here, omega,” a soft voice said to his side.
Soren swirled, snapping, ready to fight whoever was trying to take his mate.
At the sight of Anzu, he stopped himself at the last second.
She bowed down in submission.
“I'll take him to your den,” she said softly, reaching out with a trembling hand for
Nikolai, clearly worried that Soren would not be able to control himself while he was in
this state.
“Go with her,” he snarled in Nikolai's direction.
Nikolai only hesitated for a moment and then took her hand, allowing her to pull him
away.
With steel-like force, Soren remained where he was.
“You too,” Anzu said, offering a hand to the other human who was standing trembling
against the rocks, looking pale.
He hurried to her side.
Soren sniffed the air.
Beta. Good. He wouldn't be affected by Nikolai's heat the way the rest of them were.
An omega in heat was dangerous for everyone involved unless their alpha took care of
them quickly, the temptation could be too much.
Case in point, as soon as Nikolai was far enough away that they could no longer smell
him, Soren felt reason slowly return.
His hackles lowered, his muscles easing. He saw the others shift, the fight leaving
their form.
“How did you get him?” he demanded.
“We didn't,” Kamon snapped. “We found your omega searching the mountainside for
you with an entire human entourage.”
“We agreed to bring him to you, but not the others,” Botan said, stepping to the front.
“He insisted on his brother joining though.”
Soren stared at them all.
“If any of you so much as touched him—”
“Relax,” Kamon sneered. “No one wants your seconds. Why else would we bring him
to you?”
Why indeed.
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supplies from America to Falmouth and dropped her at the
end of our patrol area. Our Queenstown destroyers
probably picked her up after we left her.... 31st. Early this
morning a Greek steamer got mixed in her bearings and
nearly ran into us. We had to stop and back at full speed.
This is the roughest day I have ever seen on the ocean.
The waves are half as high as the mast. We are shipping
water almost constantly and it is dangerous to walk on
deck.
August 2nd. Left Saint-Nazaire convoying the
Bohemian. This is the largest cargo ship afloat, and it is
quite a feather in our cap to be given the escort duty. The
roughest sea yet and it is impossible to enter our
compartment below. Almost everybody seasick. A big
wave carried away our hatch ventilator and mess gear last
night with a terrible crash. I was asleep, and when the
noise came and the water poured down on us I thought
we were sinking. I grabbed my life-preserver and started
for my station, but got word that all was well, so went back
to my bunk. It was soaked, with six inches of water on the
deck under me, but I slept anyhow.
STARTING THE SWIMMING RACE FROM A MOORING
BUOY
WATER SPORTS ON THE FOURTH OF JULY. THE
RACE BETWEEN LIFE-RAFTS WITH COAL SHOVELS
FOR PADDLES
C-O-R-S-A-I-R,
Spells the old Corsair.
At home she used to be hard to coal,
And always made us swear;
But since we crossed the ocean
We have coaled at Saint-Nazaire!!
Wow!
C-O-R-S-A-I-R,
Spells the old Corsair.
D URING the first three months of war duty, June, July, and
August, the Corsair steamed 11,738 miles, which was the
greatest distance logged by any of the yachts during the same
period. There was little time or opportunity for the grooming and
tinkering which a pleasure craft is presumed to receive. Blow high,
blow low, she went to sea at the appointed hour and the fires were
never dead under the boilers. In her forward deck-house was a
couplet, carved on a panel of wood, which she was living up to in full
measure: