Alpha Blake

　　Selene

　　"H-how did you?...... Blake, I can explain." I said, my hand gesturing to the sword. The sunlight gleamed over the symbols, blinding him for a mere second as he grasped my sword. 

　　Somehow, my sword reacted to him. That sword had been specially made for me, it's power radiated profusely at the touch of my grip. Somehow, when he grasped and got ahold of it. It just somehow radiated the same, if not more.

　　I narrowed my eyebrows, tilted my head to the side. My mouth gawked openly. By the look on his face, the way he tightly grasped my sword, I knew he felt the power and energy radiating from it.

　　I took in a big gulp of air before I asked. "Blake.... how did you?..... This is new." I  stuttered while I made my way to him, stopping just a few steps away. He raised my sword over his eyes to see the symbols. He cocked an eyebrow. 

　　"Devil's trap, banishing sigil, the mark of Cain...hmm?" he said, making my eyes wide in shock. 'How in the hell does he know all this?' 

　　He continued to name the symbols on my sword. "The sigil of the wolf, power, protection sigil, just what exactly is my wife doing with this powerful little piece of fine silver and white oak ash.... and, do I detect,.... the smell of Angel's blood? This is something quite intriguing my love.... do tell... please?"

　　I was in complete shock. My mouth was opened, yet somehow... I could not utter a word. He ran his finger through the blade, making a small dent cut on his index finger, the blood from his finger lingered on the blade... but he seemed unbothered. 

　　"Blake... how did you know the names of all the symbols? Better yet, how could you detect what my blade was made off?" I asked, sincerely curious and astonished about how fucking smart he was.

　　He sat at the side of the bed, a side smirk made its way on his face. His eyes were dark and mysterious. 

　　"Tst, tst, tst.... my dear beautiful wife, you underestimate me!.... do you not recall? We are descendants of the primordial wolves. It is, my duty as your alpha, to be well informed, and be able to protect you and the pack." 

　　My gaze fell, I knew we were descendants of the primordial wolves... the very first wolves in all of existence, known to be the fiercest, most aggressive, powerful, and ruthless wolves EVER known. The upside of all?

　　Our blood was lethal to a normal vampire, we were immune to their mind control and immune to their bites. 

　　Although they still hurt like hell, one bite from a vampire to our body, meant a slow and torturous death to a normal vampire. Our blood was mere poison to their weak mindless body.

me. I promise I won't hurt you." He said,

crossed over my chest. I puffed my cheeks, making a loose strand of hair fly meaningless over my face as

dumbfounded and shocked. He placed the sword next to us both, in a vertical position away from us. Held his hand for me

on, and for me to be able to ensure you are clear of any danger, I need to hear it from you." He calmly said as his gaze softened. His hand softly caressing my cheek, as I involuntarily

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you all along. I had no choice but to

　"By whom?" He

father, your mother, my parents as well," I said,

could hear the gritting of his teeth. He closed his eyes profusely, his hand becoming a tight fist

his body and his intense

when did.... my ...parents, and your parents decided this?

to contain his

and powerful like no other wolf we

closed my eyes for a second, " The night of your ceremony. Well, technically,  the afternoon before your ceremony. They said it was part of a treaty, to keep the pack safe." I said to him, his eyes became wide with confusion... I could sense the

you mean treaty? What kind of treaty love?" He

everything you want to know....but

we faced each other better. I took

　　I then began to explain to

reason for the treaty....., keeping the pack safe, and the government stayed out

　He was overwhelmed by every word. But he kept at it, asking me what we had to do, and all that I had to go through.  His eyes were barely kept open, he held them shut, and from time to time, he'd open them.... just to let a treacherous tear roll down his handsome face. I could sense the anger and frustration in

moved his hands around my waist, pulling me close to him. He placed his head on top of my mark... I could feel the tingle of

to endure so much..... if I'd known sooner... I'd trade places with you in less than

went all the way from my head to the tip of my toes. It was one of those sweet seductive touches that makes your toes curl and feel all

　I inhaled his scent....his intoxicating aroma of old spice, reminded me of a warm fire pit in