Christopher's POV

I felt bad as soon as Millicent ran off. Maybe I had not handled the matter the way I ought. I love her very much and whenever she is close, the beast in me wants to be released and I can barely keep him in. But I also love my brother. Sylvester and I may not see eye to eye sometimes, but he is s still my brother and Millicent hurt me when she acted like she hated both of us, especially Sylvester for murdering her parents and destroying her pack.

Don't get me wrong. I feel bad that such a thing happened to her parents and I wish that I could do more to ease her pain. But I hated it when I felt that she had anger in her heart and possible hatred for Sylvester and me. How can love thrive in such an environment? Or did I overreact? Did I misread the signals? Was what she felt for Sylvester a love - hate? Sylvester himself had professed to love her, he who hated her previously. Was it the case with her as well?

Why do I feel restless? Will Sylvester end up claiming Millicent? Will I lose her to him just like Cathania had predicted? What if this hate - love feeling turns into a great incomparable love? Will I be able to live without her? I just wanted to be sure she was not playing us against each other and I wonder where I get that feeling.

I sensed she was trying where ever she was and I felt like a heel for being the cause of her tears. I want her so much and I also want my brother to be safe. He is the only family - real family I have left.

Sign. Millicent is also my family. At least I want her to be but I don't know if she wants to be or if she's with us because she is nursing a plot to avenge her parents on us.

'Why will you even think that?' Zara, my wolf asked angrily. 'Do you want your suspicion to spoil this great thing we have with her? Have you felt this way with anyone before? Why not give her benefit of doubt?'

'Zara, you are thinking with your organ and not with your head', I replied him in my head. 'Do I really know Millicent? What do I really know about her?'

'And maybe you should start thinking with your heart and not your head. Overthinking it and being too cautious might just lose us our mate!' he retorted angrily. Zara had never before, spoken this angrily to me.

'I shall make sure we do not lose Millicent, but I want to be sure she doesn't just want me but also loves me!'

'The last time we almost mated, did she not confess her love to you? Go to her!'

'But I do not know where she is!'

'Are you bring serious? Can't you smell her? Sniff and her peculiar smell will lead us to her!'

I felt hurried. I needed to be with Millicent. I needed to apologise for speaking to her the way I did and for doubting her sincerity. I love my brother but I did not want to lose Millicent to him or anyone else for that matter! Sylvester will be safe and I shall have Millicent as my Luna.

'Now hurry and find her so you can tell her that!' Zara prompted. 'Stop telling it to me!'

I laughed as I started walking the path I saw Millicent run through. I started sniffing and soon it led me to a place I knew she might be. A place that she had told me previously brought her peace and which was also my favourite place.

She was sitting on the grass, with her knees raised, her head on her knees and her arms around her head, sobbing like her heart was breaking.

I did not want to alarm her by walking silently to her and touching her lightly like I had originally intended, so I dragged my feet on the ground to alert her of someone approaching.

She did not raise her head but I felt her body tense and her sobbing cease a little.

'Millicent', I called. 'I know you know I am the one. You must have smelt me just like I followed your smell to this place'.

She did not say anything but raised her head and looked into the water, not sparing me a glance.

'I am sorry for doubting you and saying things that hurt you', I said, sitting beside her on the grass and pulling the leaves of the grass from its stem. She still gave no response.

I snaked my arms round her waist, pulling her close. She did not pull away, thank goodness.I felt the pull again, it was stronger this time. What the hell! I was not a beast for goodness sake. Was what I thought of anytime I came close to her, mating?

'But if you are not a beast, what are you, a fickle human?' Zara queried.

I smiled. I had not meant it that way.

'What's so funny?' Millicent asked. I had been so lost in thought and in what I was feeling, compounded by Zara's distraction that I had not seen her turn to my direction.

'You make me feel so good!' I said, the first words that came to mind.

'How can an insincere, avenging wolf make you feel good?' she asked, her voice and eyes filled with pain and something else, longing? I hope.

'I have said I was sorry. What we had was just a lovers' row', I said, tipping her face up with my free hand, to look deep into her eyes.

'And your apology will make it all right I suppose?' she asked, still hurt. 'Will it make it all go away, the pain, the suspicion, the hurtful words, my loss?' she flicked her tongue over her lips to moisten them and my eyes followed the movement. The pull getting stronger.

'I know the words cannot be unsaid but I will make you forget them as well as the pain my brother and I have caused you, I promise', I said huskily.

'And how do you propose to do that?' she asked quietly, looking at me and I was sure now that it was lust I saw in her eyes.

'By replacing them with joyful words, feelings, thoughts and experiences', I murmured, capturing her lips in a fierce kiss. I could not stop myself. Her lips opened wider to better accommodate mine and I grew more demanding. Her response was as fierce as mine was. It felt like I had been starved of her love and touch.

I don't know how it happened but her hands were behind my head, pulling me even closer and I happily obliged. She moaned loudly and a tortured growl escaped from my lips. 'I want you desperately', I murmured into her mouth. Her response was a another moan. I lost it then.

The sitting position was no longer conducive, I quickly pulled my jacked and placed it on the floor, pushed Millicent gently down on it and lay beside her, my fingers combing her hair as I continued kissing her. My other hand was busy pushing her firm butt closer to my rigid shaft. She wriggled her waste, most probably to get a more comfortable position but the effect it had on me, the effect of her body rubbing against my shaft which was already engorged with blood was devastating and with a deep groan, I turned her over so that from lying by her side, I was lying on top of her, tugging at her polo shirt, when I realised it had no buttons nor zip, I quickly pulled it off her head. She had no brassiere on and her breasts were firm. It was not the first time I was seeing those rose peaks but each time I see them, they don't cease to hypnotize me.

I fell on them, wanting to swallow them whole but it was not possible, so I settled for sucking her nipples, while stroking the other. Her moan was my undoing. She threw her legs apart, arching her hips towards me and I knew I could not stop. Not this time. To hell with a comfortable bed. My control was zero.

'Millicent, you will be the death of me', I growled. I had never been this weak all my life and strong at the same time. She was my weakness as well as my strength.

She stopped, moving under me. 'Don't say that again. If you died, what would become of me?' she said, sadly.

'It was only a manner of speaking', I assured her but she was not satisfied. She looked bothered, why did the words affect her this much? I was anxious to get on with the work at hand, so I caught her nipple again, bit it, simultaneously pinching the other, she yelped but I quickly sucked it, first one, then the other, cooling it with my wet mouth and her yelp turned to a whimper of pleasure.

'You are killing me with your love, darling', I said, my mouth trailing kissing from her lovely breasts down to her naval, I tugged at her sort, I wanted to eat her pussy.

'If you do not get off her right this instant, your lust will actually kill you, now!' a voice bellowed in rage.

Millicent started, startled. I rolled of her, covering her with her shirt as I turned to face Sylvester.

Millicent's POV

I ran off after listening to what Christopher said, his words echoing in my heart. 'You were going to become Sylvester's Luna, had I not come. You spoke just now with so much vehemence. Were you going to marry him with hatred in your heart?'

How could he think I was so manipulative and mercenary that I'd feign to care for him when I didn't? Okay, maybe I was pretending with Sylvester but not with him. Never with him! Where was the love he professed to have for me? He had as much as said that I got close to him to avenge my parents on them both. It would not have been this painful if it had been true when it concerned Christopher. Did he know how I battled with myself not to feel anything for him but lost to the pull of our mate bond?

I ran with no clear destination in mind but my feet led me to the one place I found peace. I felt a great pain in my heart at Christopher's lack of faith in me, that the tears kept pouring down.

I sat in a fetal position on the grass, holding my head on my knees.

I smelt his presence before I heard his footsteps approaching me.I tried to stop crying. I didn't want Christopher to see me crying and know that he had hurt me deeply.

'Millicent', he called. 'I know you know I am the one. You must have smelt me just like I followed your smell to this place'.

I didn't say anything nor look at him. But I raised my head and keep my eyes focused on the water.

'I am sorry for doubting you and saying things that hurt you', he said, sitting beside me on the grass and playing with the grass. I did not respond, because I felt that if I opened my mouth, I might burst into tears again.

He circled his arm round my waist, pulling me close. I wanted to pull away but could not. I wanted him to touch me. I could not believe just how much I had missed his touch. I heard Milly moan and I thought, 'my sentiments exactly!' The pull was there and it was stronger than ever. I could not resist him.

He smiled as though he knew what I was feeling and thinking.

'What's so funny?' I asked, turning to look at him.

'You make me feel so good!' he said.

'How can an insincere, avenging wolf make you feel good?' I asked, still hurt at the way he had doubted the sincerity of my feelings for him.

'I have said I was sorry. What we had was just a lovers' row', he said, lifting my face and looking into my eyes.

'And your apology will make it all right I suppose?' I asked, still hurt. 'Will it make it all go away, the pain, the suspicion, the hurtful words, my loss?' I licked my lips because it felt suddenly dry because of my desire to feel his lips on mine. Damn, I wanted him to kiss me. I should be angry with him for what he had said but here I was lusting after him like the animal I was.

'I know the words cannot be unsaid but I will make you forget them as well as the pain my brother and I have caused you, I promise', he said, his voice very husky.

'And how do you propose to do that?' I asked, looking at him, hoping he would stop talking and take me into his arms. It would help me forget my pain, even if temporarily.

'By replacing them with joyful words, feelings, thoughts and experiences', he murmured, capturing my lips in a fierce kiss. I opened my mouth wider to better accommodate his and his kiss became more demanding and I grew more horny and hungry for more.

I could not continue to hold my hands down but circled them round his neck, drawing him closer. I moaned loudly and a growl escaped his lips. 'I want you desperately', he murmured into my mouth, and I moaned again, Milly seemed to have overpowered me as my response became more crazed and demanding. I wanted more, much more...

He quickly discarded his jacket and placed it on the floor like a mat and pushed me down on it while falling beside me as we continued kissing, his fingers combing my hair and the other hand pushing my bottom up to his cock and I felt his need pressing into me, nodding. I tried to get more comfortable wanting the whole of him, and heard him groan loudly. He turned me over so swiftly, lying astride me, that I nearly did not notice it, I was too busy feeling. He pulled off my shirt after fumbling with it for a while. He hesitated and then fell on me, capturing my nipple in his mouth while his hand continued their stroking on the other. The feeling was so exquisite that a moan escaped my lips and I parted my legs because the ache in my inner thigh became unbearable. I arched my hip closer to his in a bid to ease the ache somewhat and felt his hard length give an aggressive nod.

'Millicent, you will be the death of me', he growled.

I tensed, feeling a sense of doom. 'Don't say that again. If you died, what would become of me?' I admonished, sadly.

'It was only a manner of speaking', he assured me but I was still not satisfied. I still felt strangely anxious as though I was about to lose Christopher but he took my nipple into his mouth again, bit it, simultaneously pinching the other, I yelped but he quickly sucked on it cooling it with his warm, wet mouth and I whimpered in pleasure as an overwhelming pleasure coaxed through me. I felt feverish.

'You are killing me with your love, darling', he said, his kisses going lower down. He started fumbling with my jean short and I was panting in anticipation, feeling hot fluid slipping into my thighs. I lifted my trembling hands to assist him quickly get the troublesome short off, but froze.

'If you do not get off her right now, your lust will actually kill you, now!' a voice bellowed in fury.

I was shocked because I knew who the voice belonged to even before I turned round to face Alpha Sylvester.

Christopher covered me with my shirt and rolled off me to face Sylvester as well, his body shielding me.

Sylvester ignored me and started arguing with his brother. Both of them claiming they had a right over me since I was their mate and that the other was transgressing on their territory.

I had had enough of all this. They were talking about me as though I was not there. I got up, with my back to them, I pulled my shirt over my head and made myself decent. This was turning into a ritual since it seemed Sylvester was making a habit of interrupting Christopher and me, it had become frustrating.

When I was sure I was decently covered, I went and stood between them. 'I am mated to the both of you and I can choose to be with either of you or the both of you. Your childish bickering about it will not help at all! In fact, I'll tell you sincerely, it pisses me off!' I said, walking away, hoping my words would make them stop their bickering.

'What's your problem, Sylvester?' I asked in angry frustration. 'Why do you like coming at the wrong times?'

'Christopher, I have a mind to fight you here and now!' he said. 'Why are you trespassing on my territory?'

'Your territory? Trespassing?' I asked, still very angry, my wolf furious at the interruption. 'How is she your territory? And how am I trespassing if I am with my mate?''

'Christopher, don't get me started!' he said as furious as I was. This mate issue was lingering too much for my liking. It has to be resolved so that we all know our stand especially those who don't already know theirs. As for me, my fate was with Millicent to whom I am mated.

'Sylvester, I should be the one telling you that. Do not get me started! How often does this have to go on? You keep interrupting my private time with my mate and you ask me not get you started?'

Millicent came and stood between us. 'I am mated to the both of you and I can choose to be with either of you or the both of you. Your childish bickering about it will not help at all! Infact I'll tell you sincerely, it pisses me off!' she said, walking away.

Sylvester stretched his hand to pull her back and most probably question the meaning of what she had spoken but I pulled his hand back. He could not drag my mate into our argument and I told him as such.

'Why not?' he asked. 'She started this! She should have kept to herself till all is resolved!'

'You cannot blame this on her', I replied. 'I started this and the mate bond took over. You may not understand it because you have not experienced it before, have you?' I asked furiously.

'How could I not have experienced it?' he asked, 'Am I not mated to her as well? Look, Christopher, we are brothers and I would not want us to keep having rows over my mate', he said tiredly. 'I am aware she is mated to us both but you alone cannot lay claim to her. She will either choose either of us who she prefers or mate with us both!'

'Listen to yourself!' I said. 'You claim to love her yet you are prepared for us both to mate with her. You are prepared to share her or are you pretending to love her?' I paused and shook my head. 'Though you are my brother, I shall not share her with you or anyone!'

'I shall not warn you again. Keep away from Millicent'! 'Or...' Sylvester left the rest of his words hanging.

'Or what?' I asked, ready to duel with him.' You seem to have forgotten I am the elder here!'

'Or I might have to do what I do not want to do to you!' he supplied.'

'And that is what?' I asked curiously. He did not say anything to that but left me staring after him, as he mumbled, 'It doesn't count that you were born some two minutes before I. We are twins. There's no elder!'

After Sylvester had left, I sat again in the grass and the cool breeze from the stream, calming me. I was restless. I needed to have Millicent. I could not explain how angry I was that Sylvester happened in on us at that time. What bad timing. I looked for my jacket and saw where it lay,folded neatly.

Millicent must have folded it when she got up and wire back her shirt. So thoughtful!

I picked the jacket and placed it on the floor close to me, then I lowered my self down, using the folded jacket as a pillow.

I shut my eyes and visualized Millicent and I as one, then she becomes pregnant with my pups and I spoil her silly and when she eventually gives birth, I spoil my pups silly as well. It felt like heaven and I wished for it harder. I did not know what it was about Millicent but I feel complete with her. She completes me and gives me joy.

I wondered what my life was before her. I had had other females of course both human and my kind but she is...

All of a sudden, I recalled Wendy. Wendy Palmer. I had met her when I nearly died at the border. Could the moon goddess have spared me because she wanted me to meet Millicent? My parents have always believed in the Moon goddess but I had been sceptical until Millicent nearly died of that wolfsbane poisoning. I believe the goddess answered my prayers and brought her back to me. So, she must have saved me at that time as well, using Wendy...

I had been sent to guard our borders being the better warrior and one with impeccable military strategy where Sylvester had been too impulsive but a great warrior nonetheless. I had been there for about two years when on that fateful day, I had sent my warriors out. They had been working very hard helping me out on a new strategy and I wanted them to stretch their legs, relax and have fun with any willing female of their choice. I was also going to relieve tension with any willing female that I fancied when I was through putting finishing touches to what I was working on, when the attack occured.

Some vampires and rogue wolves, out of no where, attacked me. My quickness of limb did not help me much. I killed a good number of them but I was outnumbered and could not get to my men through mind link. It was as though, we were blocked out- strange!

I did all I could but I was losing a lot of blood from all the areas I had been clawed and injured. I could feel myself losing strength, even as I continued fighting and wading off their attacks The rogue wolves started laughing as the vampires grew more blood thirsty. I started feeling dizzy, everywhere growing dark. I was moving from east to west like a drunk, not really seeing those I was fighting but determined to keep fighting till my men came back, praying the link would become active.

Then came a point when I knew I was gone and was going to fall, everywhere started moving round in circles and I felt I was standing on my head and then, the battle suddenly ceased and I fell, everything had gone black.

I woke sometime later and was shocked at my environment. Many strange objects and there was this tall beautiful woman saying strange things to me, then I realised she was making some sort of incantations.

'Who are you? Where am I?' I asked.

My men rushed to me. 'Alpha you're awake. Thank goodness. We thought we had lost you for real!'

'What happened?' I asked, my brain woozy and I had a slight headache.

'There was a battle. You are indeed a great warrior, Alpha Christopher. When we saw the number of bodies lying dead on the ground, we knew it had been a major attack and you single - handedly fought them all off. We are privileged to serve under you!' my Beta said, bowing.

I waved it aside and tried to sit up but could never not. The pain in my body, especially my limbs was excruciating. I recalled it all then. How the hounds and vampires had been coming at me from all angles and sides, only my agility and quickness of limb had helped me.

'Why could I not get to you through mind - link?' I asked. That question had been bothering me. It felt like there was a traitor in our midst but I was not going to alert them yet.

'I'm not sure', Samuel, my Beta said. 'I was going to ask why you didn't think it necessary to tell us what was going on through the mind - link. Then I reasoned that you may have thought you could tackle them alone but they kept being reinforced, and when you decided to alert us, you could no longer do it because you had become too week due to the quantity of blood you had lost'.

I nodded. But I knew someone or something had intentionally blocked the link and intimated the vampires and rogue wolves that I was alone.

'How long have I been unconscious?' I asked.

'About Three weeks!'

'Did you send word home?' I asked, hoping they hadn't. Sylvester, my younger twin had a lot to do, leading the pack and I didn't want to alarm him.

'We did but played down your condotion a bit because we knew you'd want us to do that. Your brother sends his best wishes for your speedy recovery'.

'Good!' I said nodding.

'I felt strange and restless. When I got up, I was drawn to the field where you were fighting', the strange beautiful woman who had been making incantations said.

'Who are you?' I asked again, looking at her but there was nothing in her appearance to show that we had met before.

'I am Wendy, at your service, Alpha Christopher.

I nodded for her to continue.

'I saw how bravely you fought alone but you were losing a lot of blood and could fall at anytime and they would definitely have killed you then for sure. So, I cast a spell and they could no longer see you. I then teleported the both of us to this place to tend to your wounds', she added.

'You are a...' I began, not knowing if she would feel an exception to the word.

'Witch', she completed for me. 'Witch Wendy at your service, sir', she repeated, smiling at me.

'How did you know where to find me?' I asked my men. But it was Wendy who answered again. 'I drew them to this place'.

Then my Beta, Samuel, continued the narration. 'When we got to this place and saw you immobile, we were going to kill Wendy but she told us what had happened and took us to our border where we saw the bodies and believed her. She has since tended your wounds and we are joyful that you are now awake!'

'I owe you my life, eh..Wendy', I said, looking gratefully at her. 'What can I do to show my appreciation?' I asked.

'Rest for now so that you can recover fast and let's be friends. I shall tell you what I want later!' she said coyly and I nodded.