Love and power

LOVE AND POWER

"Jarek!" An indistinct voice yelled while Jarek was lying peacefully on the bed. "Jarek!" He sighed.

Jarek knew he could not avoid the call anymore so he opened his eyes. Jarek, 28, blonde with sharp blue eyes. The most handsome man in the whole Northern Pacific.

"Jarek!" He heard the call for the third time and sprang up. The door to his room creaked open. "Why are you not answering me?"

"You disturbed my sweet sleep, mother."

"Well, if it was that you have a mate, I won't be disturbing you this early,"

"Maybe our moon goddess will show me who my mate is," he picked up his shirt on the rolling chair and wore it. "The council hasn't talked about anything regarding the position. It should be mine, why shouldn't they give me and I'll find my mate afterward?"

"It doesn't work like that, Jarek"

"It is screaming politics." Jarek said and walked out.

"Where are you heading to?"

"To the calvary,"

"Isn't it too early?"

The calvary is a place where they store weapons for battles. The last time they got to use them was when they had a clash with the Danbury pack – The wildest pack in the whole Northern Pacific. The clash was dissolved by Jarek's great-grandfather when he was the Alpha King, The King Of All The Alphas.

"No, it is not. Another war might break out because of this. We need to clear the Calvary and fix what needs to be fixed," he glared back at his mom who had stopped following him. "Everything will be fine, mother"

"No, it won't" she walked toward Jarek. "I know how you feel. You feel that it is your fault that the race of the werewolves almost went extinct when Rakun sold us out to the humans,"

"We wiped out his entire generation, mother."

"That is not your fault either," she patted his shoulder. "We need to find a way to claim the throne. If you can't find your mate, then we trick everyone into believing you already found your mate."

"The council has Shefiniah, a shaman - A witch of the first order. She'll sniff it out in seconds," Jarek explained with contempt.

"I guess you're scared after all,"

"I'm not scared, mother. I love my ego and I won't let it be tainted in any way," he stepped back a little, took a last glance at his mother and walked away. "I'll see you soon, mother!" He waved his hands without looking back.

"Just like his father," she smiled, turned around and left.

"Watch out for the chicken!" She yelled at the kid who opened the cage to the poultry.

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THE ALPHA OF DANBURY, the coat he wears has large cuffs and deep pleats from both sides of the waist to the hem at the rear. The waistcoat is long enough to fully conceal his back.

Wild and free is the world of Kalamura, the Alpha of the Danbury pack. He has great eyes for women and is a super misogynist. Don't be misled by his harmless smile and handsome face, deep within him lies a sweet psycho ready to go extreme to get anything he wants - Just like how he is doing right now.

"Please, Alpha. She's my mate, you can't take her away from me!" A man with a full-grown beard held the legs of Kalamura.

Kalamura closed his eyes and heaved a sigh. "You need peace, don't you?" He asked with a smile beaming on his face.

"She is my mate. Don't take her away from me," the man begged once again.

He delivered his legs from the hands of the man.

Unfortunately, the guards held him back when he wanted to move further to hold him again. "Take another step toward the Alpha and your hands would be gone," the guard threatened him.

Amid the chaos, a young beautiful lady emerged from the exit. Dressed beautifully well in her mantua. It was a fine wool gown with a train and matching petticoat. She wore the train looped up over the hips to reveal the petticoat, the bodice had loose elbow-length sleeves finished with wide turned-back cuffs. A corset was worn under the bodice to give the young lady the required shape of an elegant, royal woman with her hair packed neatly and supported with a gold hairpin.

Kalamura was amazed at the sight of the beautiful young lady. He clapped his hands, smiling as she walked toward him using her hands to prevent the cloth from dirt.

He takes a look at the man on his knees and the lady. Not sure of what to do, he pointed at the man. A few seconds passed and he was still deliberating.

In what looked like several hours, "Who is your mate?" Kalamura asked. "Take your time, pretty lady. Take your time." he keeps using hand gestures to state his concerns.

Without the benefit of the doubt, she pointed at Kalamura. The decision caused Kalamura to scoff out loud. "She chose me," he said and laughed then stopped. "So," he walked closer to the lady, leaning forward to her ear. "What should we do to him?" He whispered in her ears.

The eye contact between the two ill-fated lovers beams anger and lack of clarity. She knows time isn't by her side and he knows he is doomed if she says something negative.

"Please, my love. Don't do this because of wealth," the man begged.

"You have nothing, I can't continue to live like this with you," the lady retaliated.

"We have been in love before we found out that we are mates."

"I was using you to pass time. No hard feelings," his eyes went red as he tried to hold the tears from falling.

Kalamura watched the lover's stories and was patient until they were silent. "The deal has been sealed," he glared at everyone in the room. "Yes?" He asked anyone willing to answer - The lady nodded her head.

"Kill him!" Kalamura ordered.

"No, don't. Let him live," the lady countered.

"You want him to live?" Kalamura asked.

The lady stared at her former mate. She blinked at intervals. Time is running out. Would she sacrifice a loved one for wealth?

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She collapses with her hands around his neck. "Good girl," he says, caressing her ass and then slapping it. She nods and gazes at him - He is satisfied. "Stand up," she is a bit confused but stands up anyway.

Once she was on her feet, she glared down to see Koa with his tongue out, smiling. "Look how much you dripping, girl." He touched her clit and teased it. "Mmm," he sniffed the air.

Koa bent down. His tongue visited her clits and she moaned. He then grabs the tail and thrusts it in and out. Sticking his tongue in her pussy, she almost lost balance, but he grabs her by her ass, making her stand in place.

Getting it from the two sides was a different type of euphoria for Koa. Out of nowhere, she cums again. She gazed down panting. She scoffed.

"How did you manage to do that again?" Koa asked. "It is so terribly cute," he praised her.

The moment was short-lived when they heard a knock on the door.

"Koa! Open up now!" A feminine voice bursts out behind the door.

"Mother?" He whispered and stared at the lady massaging her pussy slapping it gently. "Get up! If I'm found this way, it is trouble!" He glared at the items on the floor. "Fuck!"

Koa slightly opened the door, sneaking his head out. "Yes, Mom," he smiled.

"What took you so long?" Staring at the middle-aged woman, you will see where Koa got the shape of his face from. The only difference between the son and mother is the skin tone.

"I was trying to put some things in place in my room," Koa responded.

"Call the maids to do that,"

"We should request the maids every single time we need them. I have hands," He grinned.

Tanya, his mother, glared at him suspiciously. "What are you hiding?" She frowned her face at him.

"Nothing," he replied sharply.

"Then why are you not letting me in?" She pipped, hoping her eyes would see anything glaring in his room, but Koa did well to prevent his mother from his privacy.

"Nothing, Mom." He replied.

"I came here for two reasons. One is about the spies we sent to Abyshama, they are not back yet,"

"I know death awaits them. I have little hopes with spies,"

"Anyways, we caught some rogues. Come and inspect them and declare their death to them,"

"It will always be –" Tanya followed. "Death by decapitation,"

"You have not changed!" Tanya exclaimed as he grinned.

"Feeling every part of their body leave as they slowly die," he paused. "That feeling is heaven,"

Tanya took a deep stare at her son. He had grown stronger. When he was 15 he was still small. She remembered how the other kids from respectable families makes jest of his height and body weight, but like a bamboo, he sprang and became the sexiest in all Bath's region – She hates to admit it, but Jarek, Alpha of Abyshama is the most handsome in the whole Northern Pacific.

But… Unknown to all… The most withdrawn…