Tall Dark Stranger

Tall Dark Stranger- Chapter Twenty Six

Well well well.... here goes the next chapter. Hope you enjoy it. I love comments and votes, so please do so! I know I don't really update on a regular basis, but the reads on this story are skyrocketing, so here's another chapter.

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Cians P.O.V

Distance.

Every mile I drove put more distance between me and my mate.

Mate.

Lexi was my mate.

My fucking mate!

My knuckles were gripping the steering wheel so hard they had turned a ghostly white. I had to remind myself that breaking off the steering wheel wasn't really an option.

....Mate.

There was that word again. That dreadfull, four-letter word that completely changed my world once I sensed it. Sensed her.

When I felt my link with Declan change and break, I knew something was up. After trying fruitlessly to contact Morgan or Amalia, I knew something was defenitely wrong.

Luckily I had been on some pack buisness in a nearby city, so packing things up and making my way towards the pack territory was a minor inconvinience. My worries, however, were nowhere lessened as I drove up to the packhouse.

No concetion with anyone inside the pack. Not knowing if my son was all right. Not seeing anyone out and about on the streets. It all added up to the fact that something was very very wrong.

I found out soon enough that something had changed in the pack. A new Alpha, I realized as worry clouded my thoughts. Declan. Declan could be hurt. Worse, he could be dead. I wouldn't allow myself such thoughts though. No. He had to be okay.

So when I made my way inside the packhouse and found some blond version of the Hulk trying to block my way, I knew someone was in deep shit. No matter what happened, whoever thought that calling my son into a Bloodmoon ritual was a good idea, would pay dearly for it.

Did they seriously think that they could just barge into my territory and challenge my son? Who the hell did they think they were?! Challenging Cian Silverbane? Didn't they know? Didn't they understand? Challenging my son was like a deathsentence to whatever moron won the Bloodmoon ritual.

At least thats what I had thought.

When Captain America refused to move, I noticed that he wasn't the Alpha. He was just the middleman. The Beta.

How pathetic.

So I demanded to see who it was that beat my son in combat.

I demanded to see who dared challenge me.

And then it happened.

First I smelled her. It was a scent that hit me like a sledgehammer. It was like a little touch of heavenly rush. Sweet, delicate, with a hint of cinnamon and musk. Candlewood and vanilla. Honey and.... something else. Something floral. Lily.

As my mind absorved that fact, my wolf on the other hand was yipping and trashing about inside me, knowing that our mate was near.

Our mate. Our other half. The part of our soul that desperatly needed completion. Craved it.

I had to look. I had to see her.

So I did.

And just as my wolf noted something familiar about the scent, my eyes found her.