The Hideous Secret

Perhaps It's Time

Allahie worked with her mate to help him lose weight. After the medic they in fact had not trained but relaxed, as with the rest of the week. By the end of it he was no longer sore, had his appetite back , and his magic was full bore.

She was in the training field with him now--outside in the bright sun. They children were being watched by her parents. Other warriors and soldiers trained around them. All males had their shirts off but her mate. He was to ashamed of his flat stomach. He had lost the pudge but his muscles were not quiet there yet.

In addition to training for the past few weeks her mate had taken the herbs, Lousen allowed him to have. Her father continued to pressure her for a heir but she ignored him. She would when her mate was ready.

Allahie frowned most of the other solders, male and female alike, twitched their nose every now and then. She shrugged to Alek and he shrugged back. She wiped the sweat from her brow and then adjusted the wrapping on her left hand.

She stepped back into the circle when she finished and nodded at her mate. "Ready, darling. Time for you to show me how to navigate magical wings."

He smiled softly and shook his head, "My core is too sore from using mine finally. It takes a lot of extra muscles." He had went out for a flight with a team earlier in the day--so early that she was left to feed their children, including Lackrin because Kennith joined the flight, alone.

Allahie rolled her eyes, "Your such a big baby..." she trailed off and lunged at him. He dodged her punch by swiftly swiping her wrist to the side and ducking in. He twisted under her arm, jabbed at her ribs with his elbow, and got behind her.

She kicked his stomach back, making him cough in a pain, and proceeded to wriggle free from his grip on her wrist.

Spinning to face him he propelled forward, head-butting her in the stomach and taking her to the ground. Allahie grunted in pain as her mate struggled to gain the upper hand and pin her while she thrashed.

His muscular thighs straddled her sides as he fought to gain control of pinning her arms. She managed to scoot low enough to jerk her legs up and knee him in the back. Alek huffed in pain but immediately he rolled free and shot to his feet.

He may have smirked down at her with confidence in his eyes, but he stopped because he knew it was a ground fight he could not win. As a warrior with no defeats, even to his mate, he would do his best to keep it that way at all costs.

He steadied his stance again and paused only for a moment. He held up a flat hand to her, "Stop watching! I want to see perfect line drills by noon. Your formation sucks! Get back to work! NOW!" He bared his teeth. "Archery team! Stop drinking the water! Get back to your bows and start shooting from one hundred feet back!" Her mate clapped his hands and they scattered. Though Allahie noticed most looking funnily at him.

Alek snapped his attention back to her, "Right darling, where were we?"

But Allahie eased out of stance. There was an odd smell in the air. It was strangely delicious. It was very sweet.

Aleksandar frowned at her, "Allahie are you alright?"

She shook her head and stepped closer to him. It was him. He smelt delectable.

Allahie choked as realization hit her. It was why all the soldiers kept starting at Alek. Her mate was in probably a something much like heat.

"Darling, how do you feel?"

Alek shrugged his golden eyes narrowing, "Hot. Sticky. The normal on a day like today."

She edged even closer and laid her hands on his covered stomach. His skin was blazing hot, far to hot."Darling, practice dismissed. Hand them over to Kennith."

"What? No. Of course not. I have to see how they are doing." Alek actually challenged. "Why would you suggest such a thing?"

Allahie could not help it as her instincts took over. She warded him with ice. He was her mate. He was in heat and she would not let anyone near him. Allahie bared her teeth at Alek, "Now."

He just crossed his arms, frowning as her magic twisted around him--masking his scent. "I need a valid reason."

"You darling"--the words forced and clipped--"you are in heat, and we are leaving now."

He frowned at her, his eyes widening. She took his hand. "Shout your orders and come along. I will not have you around others until you stop smelling like that."

He pulled his hand free, "Kennith, get over here now!"

Allahie's ward around Alek turned sharp in a warning. She hated Kennith, even more since her mate was in heat. The small, scar-faced, dark lord jogged over. He swallowed heavily and his face was pinched tight as he studied his mate.

"Guessing I'm taking over," Kennith grunted.

"Guess so," Alek spit back crossing his arms. "I mean it. I want everything perfect when I get back." Her mate turned to leave.

"Al?"

"What?"

"Your going to have another baby? So soon?"

He turned his head sharply,  his golden eyes blazing in fury."Going to try to."

Kennith dared not utter a question. He knew somewhat of the fact Alek was to be king, but not all aspects. So the smaller, incredibly pale male dipped his head, "I bid you good luck then."

"Uh, thanks, fetch Hawlor and send him home the minute you find him. I need him in wolf form protecting the children while Allahie and I take care of business."

Kennith dipped his hand and Allahie grabbed Alek's hand tightly. She pulled him to her side with a protective snarl at the raw magic-ed dark lord. Alek rolled his eyes and tucked his arm around her shoulders.

"Darling calm down." He pressed a kiss to her temple and she eased slightly.

"Sorry, sorry, but lets get you to Lousen. He decided to store it...remember??"

Alek swallowed heavily, "I do."

His mate stopped to study him with her dark green eyes, "Alek you don't have to go through with this. I won't make you."

"I must. It is my duty. You need a heir. We need a heir."