Alpha Brothers - The Cold Hearted Sister (book 5)

Chapter 33

Chapter 33
Nicholas
"Are you sure you're alright?" I asked Allie as I handed her a glass of water.
She nodded, stinking back amongst the pillows of our bed, "I just feel funny. It's not every day you see your ancestors' lives play out."
That was true. I felt a little weird myself. I didn't feel comfortable in my own skin and my stomach continued to stir.
Bleu got the worst of it. When we woke from the memory, Graham found her on the floor, blood running from her nose as she mumbled something in a different language. Liv and Amy were vomiting for five minutes straight and I had never seen Malcolm so pale. I think Allie was just in shock. Like she had said, it's not every day you see your dead ancestors.
I hadn't asked her if she knew what was going to happen while she was in the dream. Whether she knew that Patrick was going to die. Graham had said that he thought it was some big trick from the witches that they had made it up. But Malcolm had said that he had read the story in one of the books in the library. That the first Patterson Alpha King had only ruled for ten years before the throne was lost to one Suemas Macangus. It wasn't until twenty-five years later when Alec Patterson, Patrick's and Isobel's first son, took back his title and the rule was back under Patterson name.
And I had heard the story. Of course, it was told differently in my family.
"What are you thinkin' about?" Allie asked, reading my face.
I sighed, resting on the bed, "I guess, Suemas Macangus."
"Were you told about him?" she asked.
I nodded, "Aye. Mostly just horror stories around the bone fire type stuff."
"What did they say?"
I shrugged, "He was the oldest son of Bothain Macangus. He was supposed to be Alpha, but I guess the witches had other plans. But I had no idea, his younger sister married a Patterson."
"Neither did I," she admitted, "We were always told that the witches gave the title to the Patterson Clan as they were loyal to all the creatures in the highlands. Who ever knew that it was given to both families because of Patrick's and Isobel's unity?"
I bit my lip thinking about another part of the memory. You will have uncontrollably rage and lash out at anythin' you touch. Your mates will be miserable and will die at your hands.
"Allie, do you think I'm cursed?" I asked, my voice bearly audible.
"What?" she asked, horrified, "Why would you even say that?"
"The witch's curse. She said that it would run in the Macangus bloodline. And it's true. Nathair killed his mate, Hector's mate died. I mean, what's stoppin' me from –."
"Now, you stop right there," she warned, "your forgettin' about the other part of the witches curse. It will be broken when the two families are joined again."
"Yeah, but who knows when that will be."
"Well, clearly soon," she stated, making me frown, "Listen, Bleu's relationship with her ancestors has always been rocky. But the minute I go away, she's gettin' chats from them every five minutes and she's the most powerful witch of her time. See where I'm goin'," I shook my head, making her groan, "Okay, how about Malcolm? When Hector had trapped Tarna in that club with wolfsbane in it and he got her out, we all thought it was a miracle that he survived let alone her. Callum had said that it was because, his wolf was so strong. And then Callum, Alpha King, spares Hector, his enemy, for the love of Malcolm, his family. Then finally, you and me. You; Macangus, Me; Patterson. Two members of both families –."
"When the one that's been touched by darkness but isn't dark at all falls for the white wolf," I finished for her, finally getting it, "It's us. It's all of us."
"Seems so. Witches can be such bitches sometimes. You think your life is your own but then you find out that it was all part of some protest for peace amongst the wolves."
"Yep, that's witches for you. Always tryin' to get their own way."
Allie giggled, showing me her smile that I hadn't seen since earlier today. I was about to join her when I remembered another thing.
"So if, Suemas is my ancestor and Isobel and Patrick had a son that is your ancestor and Suemas and Isobel were brother and sister. Does that make us...related?"
Allie's eyes widen in shock. I couldn't help but chuckle, not believing what I was hearing.
"Let's never mention this to anyone," she quickly suggested.
"Agreed."
"I think you better kiss me."
I nodded, scrambling over to her and smashing our lips together. I tried to make it the most passionate kiss imaginable so that no matter what we were thinking, we never forgot this. Us.
Like reading my mind, Allie pulled off her jumper as I quickly followed with my shirt. Our lips found their way back together, now becoming hungry for their taste. Taking Allie by the hips, I pulled her from the covers and through her on the bed before straddling her. She hot moans touched my ear, sending me more animal and hot in seconds.
"God, Nick," she groaned as I cupped both her breast and squeezed her milky flesh.
Her body squirmed underneath me when I pinched and teased the pale pink nubs not being able to stop myself from running my tongue against one. God, they were so hot and throbbing. It was sending me crazy.
Moving my lips, I worked on her jeans. With some simple hand actions, I could easily pull them off, taking her knickers with them. Spreading her legs, I licked between her wet, delicious folds. Her moans grew as her hands crawled through my hair, encouraging me more. Pushing her legs up against her stomach, I was able to get more excess to her juices, licking and sucking around her throbbing clit and entrance.
"God, more. I need more," she growled, moaning and trusting against my mouth.
I gave her one long, slow lick before I took off my own jeans.
"Condom," I blurted out, my words not working.
"Bedside table," she groaned, moving her hand down between her legs, messaging her precious sex herself.
My eyes were glued to her as she worked herself, moaning and groaning in need.
"Nicholas," she growled, "Hurry up."
Blinking out of my trance, I hurried over to the bedside table and found myself a condom. Ripping it open, I pulled it on before going back to my mate again. Growls escaped my lips, when her wet, glistened hand ran up and down my length, sending me harder than I thought possible,
"You really didn't think that I would finish myself without you, did you?" she asked, making my growls grow as I watched her spread her juices.
"Spread your legs," I growled, my body feeling like it was on fire.
"Spread them for me."
I growled at her, a warning, spreading them as far as they could go. I had turned into a complete animal. The crazy part was, I think it turned her on even more.
Taking both her hands, I stretched them above her head, her body on display for my eyes.
My animal instincts took over, leading my shaft to her entrance. Allie cried out in pleasure as I filled her body all the way. Placing my hands on her hips, I started to grind, practically bouncing on the bed. I had never knew anything that felt this good. She clenched around me, making me want to pump every last seed I had into her.
Once we were done, we just lied there next to each other. Out of breath and covered in sweat. I managed the strength to curl Allie into my body, protecting what was mine.
"Everythin' will be okay, won't it?" Allie asked me.
The truth was, I didn't know. I didn't know the future. And by the sounds of things, I didn't want to.