"You must stop bothering !" I urge pushing at his chest trying to cover my vivid red cheeks from his searching eyes. He shakes his head in disapproval of my words as though he shall never cease doing so, as though it is an exciting hobby of his.
My male's eyes then move forward to study all the plentiful food on our table and he shifts to regard once more. "We can keep it for tonight if you'd like or do you wish to share so of it?" He nods at in confirmation of my words loosening his grip around my hips as I give him a curt nod detaching myself from his being trudging towards the kitchen.
He might deliver so to Drakho or his warriors. My male does possess close bonds with them after all and I am happy he wishes to share the food I fixed, it makes feel proud of my talent.
I stand on my tiptoes struggling to pick up the vacant containers I have located prowling deep within the cupboards simultaneously leaping on the heels of my feet so that I can seize them. Being short truly does inconvenience a lot. "Phob-" I begin to call my male for aid but he is already behind the firmness of his bulging muscles luring the totality of my back whilst he hoists his arms caging my body to extract the vessels.
Why is it that every ti our bodies collide this way I am left with a deep compulsion to taste him that leaves breathless? Why is it that I get so recklessly feverish and bothered?
He sets them on the wooden counter in front of us waiting for to fill them up. "Thank you," I whisper whilst lifting the lid of the cauldron and pouring so of the stew inside the holders.
My male does not leave no, his hands planted on either of my sides upon the counter confining to his flesh. He watches from above the way I pack our food for his wolves, he seems to like our position it pleases him but I do not feel the sa way. That persistent awareness of his being behind has hypnotized, my mind consud by a stormy haze.
Cutting more slices of the loaf I settle them organised inside a washed cloth tying it up with a secure knot so it does not harden easily. Using the honey dipper I drizzle the rich honey over thinly cut slabs of the brie cheese decorating it with berries and li. I hope his wolves shall enjoy my cooking, it must be the first they shall eat an ambrosial al I suppose.
"Here." I relinquish the boxes to him that he takes quickly from my hands a dip of gratefulness he gives as I smile up at him. Phobos captures my wrist tenderly in his palm and he guides outside our cabin whilst I noiselessly follow him without any reluctance perhaps he wishes for to be there with him when he presents the al to them.
When we take a step outside towards the light exiting our dimly lit and shaded cabin I gulp when I take heed of the leader of females modestly standing outside near our cottage steps her hands clutched behind her back.
"Krl. Krlovna." She greets with a mid bow of honour as Phobos offers her a brusque nod of greeting. "I am here for you had beckoned ."
I frown peering up at my male with confusion, why did he call for her? Is the food perhaps for her? "Teach my female our ways, Vdce." His voice holds an eerie composure to it yet his tone is assertive and domineering. He is not requesting her he is commanding her as the Alpha.
(Leader)
No, I do not wish to be guided by her. She does not give a valid vibe, she brings discomfort. The female swiftly turns her attention to , her white pupil clouded by a cataract disturbs . I never did like looking at her, I assay to retreat behind my male's broad back but he does not permit this gently pushing towards her.
Why would he not discuss such things with ? Why cannot he teach the ways of his pack rather than willingly giving to another whom I do not like?
"If that is what you wish, Alpha Phobos." She utters as I look away from her influential ruthless gaze, it feels as though she is peeling bare to test my worthiness, the value of my true nature. I had done my greatest to keep away from her yet my male simply launches back to her. I do not want this. "Follow , Luna." She declares turning her back to us marching to the opposite side towards the group of females who attend to and follow her like her guardians.
I ekly peek up at Phobos who signals to with encouragent, he shows his confidence in as a weary sigh passes my lips, I cannot say no to him when he looks at this way.
I abide by that female's words and wander towards where she waits for . I had been dreading this since the day I had stepped foot on their lands rather I thought I could avoid it if I clung close to my male but it has inevitably occurred to mock .
The females present are not welcoming, they analyze as vultures would to their prey just waiting for that kill. These are the leader's chosen females. The best among the rest, I can see this explicitly with their intimidating orbs and their toned flesh painted with diverse scars and tattoos. The females are scarcely covered but they find no sha in this showing off their moulded body with pride for all to see. I could never be like them.
"We will teach her our ways, she will begin training with you all." The leader of females speaks aloud her eyes set on .
I find my male seated upon a chopped tree bark his eyes glued to my flesh watching on with attention as he holds onto the bags I packed tightly. He seems to be expecting but for whom or what I am uninford of.
"Can you harvest produce?" The elder female questions with intentness, there is no respect that emanates from her as she discourses to . She regards as an ordinary female, not a Luna.
"No," I utter with a shake of my head.
"Can you hunt?"
"No."
"Can you tend to cattle?"
"I-I adore them but I do not know how to raise them," I speak my truth but why do I feel ashad with every answer I spew out.
One of the females' murmurs to another snorting, "She said she adores cattle." And her friends begin to unobtrusively cackle to her words. They find humorous.
"Have you trained before?" The leader continues with her interrogations undisturbed by the taunting of her females.
"Trained for what?"
"For war, for self-protection. To fight or kill another." Can I tell her that I cannot handle blood? That I cannot testify violence? Or would that supplent their list of jokes? I doubt myself, once more directing my eyes exploring for my male for his support that I desperately need this very mont but I am not greeted by those warm supportive blues of his.
My eyes widen as I discern the event that unfolds in front of for my male squats down upon the soil opening his arms wide as Argus sprints forward in full speed towards Phobos shrill titters appearing out his throat.. Phobos quickly grasps him picking him up swinging him around as the pup howls with hysterical laughter, he seems to adore my male.
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