Dies Irae

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Quinze

I slowly removed myself from him, smiling to myself, feeling content and warm. The best I felt in years.

“I’m going to get dressed,” I told him in a gentle tone as he sat up, rubbing his chin.

“Am I allowed to watch?”

I couldn’t help the laugh that left my lips.

“You’re funny,” I admitted.

“Mhm, thank you,” he smiled at me, “or should I say ‘Merci’?”

I beamed at him. Hearing my native language flow from this man’s lips was attractive. So bloody attractive. And I told him just that:

“I love that, it sounds so attractive,” I admitted, complete honesty dripping from my voice.

He chuckled, walking over to the bathroom as I made my way into the closet where I put my things. I threw on some high-waisted red crepe pants and a black halter top with a strapless bra. I was comfortable without a bra but I didn’t want to see his men and have them show if I got cold. I didn’t want to be a bad representation.

Nudity was normalized. I mean, we’re wolves, you get used to it. But I still had my own respect for myself and my mate.

I slipped on my shoes, walking out just as Marcus came in.

His eyes were stuck on my body.

“Ines,” he growled, lust dripping in his tone, “when you’re as hot as that, it makes me want to take you back to our bed and not ever let you leave.”

My eyes widened, my body growing extremely warm at his words. I liked that a lot. And I wanted him to do what he said.

“Marcus!” I whispered, only for him to chuckle.

“I’ll see you soon, Nes,” he said as he walked into the large closet as I made my way into the bathroom to freshen up for the day. I was still on edge from yesterday. I was nervous about washing my face because I didn’t want to see anything in the mirror again.

I left as quickly as I could.

Just as I left the bathroom, Marcus came out of the closet, buttoning up his dark crimson shirt that stretched nicely over his body. I noticed he had a gold ring on his ring finger on his right hand.

It was pretty.

“Ready?” he offered me his hand.

“Ouais,” I nodded.

We walked out to the open, living-room type part of his room. I looked over to the window realizing they were doors that opened to a balcony that showed off the California Redwoods.

“So, what is your plan today?” I asked him as we walked down the hallways.

“Breakfast, answer emails, check voicemails, show you to the training grounds,” he shrugged, “maybe makeout in between, maybe not,” he smiled as I laughed.

“I would approve of that,” I squeezed his hand as he opened the door to the dining room, allowing for me to go before him.

In the middle of breakfast, the girl from the hallway came over to Marcus, telling him something in a quiet tone while I was talking to the beta’s wife.

“I’ll be back, meet me in my office when you’re done,” he told me as he stood up.

I looked over at him.

“Can I come?” I asked, turning my attention to him.

He hesitated for a moment.

“Um, sure, come on,” he took my hand.

Once we both stood up, the room turned silent.

Marcus leaned down to tell the beta something before turning, leaving the room with my hand in his.

“Is everything okay?” I asked him as he took hard steps down the hallway.

“Of course, dear, I just need to deal with something,” he explained vaguely as he neared his office door.

I walked in as he immediately went to the phone, dialing a number.

“Augustus,” he answered to the other line.

I didn’t really know what to do as he talked to whoever was on the other line so I walked over to the large window that showed off more of the trees. I saw some large wolves running around the trees below.

There was a heavy sigh followed by an intense wave of anger that washed through my body.

I turned around right as Marcus started walking towards me. Before I could ask him anything, he wrapped his arms around me, pulling me flush against him. Due to our height difference, he was able to rest his chin on top of my head. It wasn’t much and I loved it. It made us fit together all the more.

I felt his chest expand before it collapsed against me as he sighed out.

“Say something,” he murmured as he ran his hand down my back.

“Something?” I replied, not sure of what I should have said.

His chest rumbled as he chuckled.

“You’re cute.” I felt his chin move as he pressed his lips to the top of my hair, “say something in French, it doesn’t matter what it is, I just like to hear your voice.”

After his words, his own anger rose.

My brows furrowed.

“Count to ten and hold your breath first, okay?” I instructed him to help him calm down.

I felt his chest still and I took it as my opportunity to speak.

“Le meilleur est à venir,” I spoke sofly.

“Translate, my little French mate,” he asked, taking a deep breath after he counted to himself, silently.

“The best is yet to come.”

“Your voice is so perfect,” he complimented, “I like quotes, speak again.”

I laughed lightly to myself before I did as he asked.

“This is from Charles Bukowski, English or French?”

“French,” he responded.

“Tu dois mourir plusieurs fois avant de pouvoir vraiment vivre,” I answered.

He was silent for a few seconds before he asked me to translate.

“You have to die a few times before you can really live.”

“That’s very true,” he agreed.

“Is everything okay?” I questioned when he straightened.

“Of course, dear,” he pecked my lips.

“Would you tell me if they were not?” I followed up.

He thought for a second before answering: “Yes.”

“So, nothing is wrong?” I drew out, looking for confirmation.

I felt conflict brew in him. He wanted to tell me, he didn’t want to lie to me after promising he wouldn’t, but he was nervous about telling me problems. He didn’t want me to worry and stress.

“Well, not entirely. Border issues with Canada, they’re threatening to invade and push back the set borders,” he explained.

“That seems like a big problem,” I frowned.

“Not really, I have it under control, it’s just annoying. And if it gets worse, it goes to the King to deal with. I can handle it but he thinks that I get too angry,” that wasn’t a lie, “and it affects how I deal with matters.”

My frown didn’t falter.

“Why didn’t you just tell me that in the first place, I could have helped,” I frowned.

Why did it take me prying to get him to answer me? I know we haven’t known each other for long but I tell him things. Was he holding off his bond?

“How so?” he grinned, squeezing my hips.

“Well, if you are going to make fun of me then forget it,” I took a step away but he grabbed me.

“I’m sorry, Nes,” he smiled, “don’t leave me.”

I was pulled back against his chest as he slipped my hand up the back of my shirt.

“You’re warm, like outside,” he purred as he dipped his head into the crook of my neck, kissing my skin. I had to suppress a moan, every instinct in me coming forth because I was ready to be claimed, marked, and that involved his lips where they were.

“How warm is it outside?” I questioned, trying to steady my breathing.

“Well, we’re in California in the middle of summer,” he placed a wet kiss on my neck that made me tense up, biting my lip to contain a moan from how heated I got, “You do the math.”

He softly nipped at my skin, teasing me as if he was going to mark me. I couldn’t control the heavy breath that left my lips as I grabbed onto his shirt.

“Marcus,” I breathed out.

“Dear?” he responded as his hands went down to my ass, squeezing me as I bit back a moan.

My eyes fluttered close as I basked in the warmth that was spreading throughout my body, making me feel weightless.

I couldn’t form words and even if I could, they wouldn’t be enough to describe how I was feeling.

“Would you like to be officially introduced to my pack tonight or tomorrow?” He questioned as he continued to kiss along my neck.

It took everything in me to keep my feelings from transmitting through our bond. I was dreadful. After what he said about his father not being accepted, I was anticipating it because if an American was facing difficulties, I didn’t want to imagine what it would be like for a French person.

“Tomorrow,” I whispered, figuring it would be best to hold it off as much as possible.

At least, that’s what I thought….

I didn’t realize it was a terrible decision at the time.

“Perfect,” he pulled up from my neck.

“Aren’t you supposed to be checking emails and voicemails?” I asked, averting his attention from me.

Not that I didn’t want his attention, I just knew he had responsibilities to take care of. And, I wanted to change the topic just in case my feelings about being introduced into the pack were able to flow through our strong bond.

It was so, so strong. It was shocking.

“Yes, I am,” he pulled back, grabbing my hand, “Would you like to do my emails while I check the voicemail?”

“Okay,” I nodded as I took a seat by him.

We did the work smoothly and ended up working through most of the afternoon.

“Did you want to see the training ground? I can show you today if you want, I don’t want to force you into something you don’t want,” he asked, making sure I was comfortable.

I loved how considerate he was. It made me feel cared about.

“Sure,” I shrugged, standing up when he did, allowing him to grab my hand.

He walked over to the door, opening it for me and letting me exit before he did. He walked down the hallways until he got to this door that led outside.

I was immediately greeted with greenery. Some shades were so deep and so Eden. The wood was mahogany colored with army green colored moss up the trunks.

It was gorgeous. So serene and practically enchanted.

In between the trees, there was this opening with a fence that showed water.

Marcus looked over at me and I felt his emotions tug at him.

“You’re really pretty,” he told me, his voice honest.

I looked over at him, my ears warm from his compliment.

“You’re prettier,” I smiled only for him to chuckle.

“Thank you,” he nodded, grabbing my hand.

I couldn’t help but note how well we fit with each other- like our hands were specifically sculpted for each other so they were molded together to form a match.

“It’s not that far of a walk, but it might feel like it is because you’ve never been. I’ve gotten used to it,” he informed me as he started walking down this neatly trimmed trail with tall trees on each side.

“Was that the ocean? Or a lake?” I questioned.

“Ocean,” he clarified, “if you go right instead of taking the left to the training ground, it opens to the water.”

“Oh,” I nodded my head.

“I can show you it after? Or tomorrow? Or whenever, it doesn’t matter to me,” he shrugged right before anger simmered in him.

I looked up at him with wide eyes, utterly confused but mainly wanting to calm him down.

“Marcus?”

“I’m not mad at you,” he quickly said, practically growling at me.

“Do not growl at me,” I firmly stated.

“I’m not,” he rubbed his chin, removing his hand from mine.

I blinked at him, noticing he wouldn’t look at me. It hurt more than it probably should have. I had no clue why he got so mad but here he was, all angry and stuff.

Actually, maybe this was a good thing? I knew that not talking and keeping quiet was a good way of controlling your anger. Maybe he just needed a time-out? I’ve told him before to hold his breath, count, do a breathing exercise, whatever. I didn’t know how well they worked because he never told me- I had to rely on our bond for answers.

We continued our walk in silence, my hand holding each other. The silence was finally broken.

“I don’t mean to get angry and make you feel like it’s your fault,” he admitted, “give me your hand,” he demanded, putting his out.

I did.

“I never said it was my fault,” I tried my best to reassure him, “I think it’s best if you find a way to get past that and find happiness inside of you.”

He looked over at me, his eyebrows knitted together, confused, his anger rising no matter how much he tried to stifle it.

“Excuse me?” He questioned.

“Happiness,” I repeated, “to make you less angry.”

“A penis?” He asked me, clarifying.

Except, I thought he was saying what I was saying: happiness. In French, you don’t pronounce the letter ‘H’ so, to him, it sounded like I was saying ‘a penis’ when in reality, I wasn’t and it was just my accent.

But, since I didn’t realize that, I nodded.

“Ouais,” I confirmed.

“I know French people are romantic and accepting but I’m not a faggot. I’m always down for your humor but right now I’m trying to open up with you and I don’t appreciate your remarks,” he told me, his anger coming back.

My eyes were wide in shock before I registered his words, getting slightly hurt.

“I never said you were a ‘faggot’,” I repeated his term though I had no clue what it meant- I’ve never heard it before.

I had no clue if it was a synonym or if it was a type of curse word. Despite me always translating English and French, when being taught, some don’t teach you all words, you have to pick them up on your own.

Confused. I was very confused.

“You just said I needed a penis inside of me. That’s a gay remark, Nes,” he replied, almost sarcastic but mostly offended over this ‘gay remark’.

“Yes, happiness, gay,” I repeated, trying to think of more synonyms, “joy, smile?” I mumbled.

“Wait, what?” He asked, seeming to be processing my words.

“Joy, happiness, gay,” I tried to think of another synonym, “content.”

“Oh!” He blurted before laughing lowly to himself, “happiness,” he said.

I slowly nodded, confused.

“I’m so sorry,” he tugged me into him, hugging me, “I thought you said penis, like ‘dick,’” he admitted, still chuckling to himself.

“Oh,” I felt my face get warm, “no.”

“Sorry,” he kissed my temple, giving me a tight squeeze, “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to yell at you or anything.”

“It’s okay,” I patted his built back, feeling the muscles flex under my hand as he pulled back.

My Goddess, it turned me on, I couldn’t hold back the longing look as I glanced up at him.

“I’m honestly so sorry, you know I love your accent,” I nodded along to his words, “I’m so sorry.”

“No, it’s fine, that’s my bad,” I brushed off.

“Okay,” he nodded, not convinced that it was ‘fine’ but he didn’t want to press my buttons so he let it be, “Here we are.”

He showed me around to the different spots he had, some men and women were fighting, some of the younger ones were perfecting their shifting form, some were working on conditioning and whatnot.

Soon enough, we were walking back down the trail as the sun started to come down in the sky.

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A/N

It was a question in the beginning and I promised that I'd answer once I finalized it. There will be a ~rapey~ scene. I think I set the scene quite well so you'll expect it when you read it

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