Juniper

Forty Five

Juniper listened to many people speak over each other. Everyone was trying to control the conversation, Raphael growing impatient with how much the Bordoas were expecting from this possible alliance. Phoenix often chimed in on conditions that Elora might mention and how it was unrealistic without an official Berserker army.

The shadow demon assumes they were thinking the Berserker's were as closely knit as the Lycans. However, being the oldest species with arguably the smallest population lead to strain and eventual estrangement.

"I'm going to get some air," Juniper abruptly interrupted. The blue haired woman stood up stiffly, Raphael's eyes immediately darting to her, gripping her hand needily. Tugging her down, he spoke quietly in her ear.

"Don't leave me to the damn dogs, dear," his deep voice was sickeningly sweet with a twinge of desperation.

Her gray eyes were stern, meeting his dark brown orbs evenly. Others around them still spoke, Phoenix and Warren both filling in the conversation for their king. "I wasn't built for this political shit, handsome." Pinching his cheek gently, her plump lips pressed to his nose.

His brows fell, he knew this setting was foreign to his mate. Honestly, the lifetimes of experience in strategically controlling a debate weren't enough to withstand the sheer irritability that was the Bordoa couple. Both of them were relentless, Elora was brash and Demetrius barked out responses to whatever it seemed both of them were thinking. Raphael sighed while threading his fingers into the hair at the base of his neck. "Five minutes."

"I don't appreciate your tone," she cocked her hip. Her eyes narrowed down at him.

"I don't appreciate you leaving me- the love of your life."

"Stop being needy."

His mouth fell open, glaring up at her. His hand reached down, gripping her ass tightly, "Speaking of fucking tone." Her berserker sassed through grit teeth.

Amusement crossed her face as they bickered back and forth quietly before she cut him off with a hard kiss on his lips.

Licking her own pout while smirking down at him, "Don't be so pissy, pretty boy. I'll be right back."

"Five minutes," he repeated again while dragging his eyes down her face and figure heatedly. Her brows lifted in mild surprise, laughing quietly before dragging her hand over his jaw while taking a step away.

Her head tilted at his stern tone, eye squinting in thought before shrugging. "Maybe," she kissed him gently one more time. "Sera!" she rasped in her rich voice that made his dick jump. "Outside," cocking her head demandingly to the door after eyeing her nymph friend who jumped at the opportunity of leaving the stifling room. To be honest, Seraphina was in over her head. Always willing to support her friend and Phoenix had led her straight into a room with obnoxiously powerful people when she was a mere nymph.

They walked out into the cool air, finally able to breathe.

"I've never been so intimidated in my life," Seraphina heaved while leaning against the wall. Juniper hummed as the wind blew her hair out of her face, the curly blue tresses falling freely today.

"Would you have ever guessed we'd be here right now like... seven months ago?" Juniper asked her friend.

Seraphina shook her head, straight black hair falling out of her bun, "God no, I thought the scariest thing that would ever happen to me was when I bled through my tampon in fifth grade lunch and stained the seat. Not being kidnapped and now meeting the biggest figureheads in the game since Jesus for the humans."