Stallion Mage: A Horse Shifter Mpreg Romance (COMPLETE)

The Road Ahead - 18+ (2/3)

Alvarr found tension lifting from him once they were out of sight. Is it all right to feel this free? But Fara was in good hands. We don't have to worry. With a burst of joy, he broke into a canter, splashing through the water-laden earth. He was fully healed from the birth. The only reminder was a thin scar that his mother said would never disappear. He was glad. I am a life-giver. It's what I am meant to do.

He and his mate slowed to a walk once more. "What do you think about the stallions coming to live with... us?" Alvarr asked.

"What do you think about it?" Laren said.

The stallion mage kept silent for a long moment. While he missed Barron and the Elders, he did not want to see most of the others. Certainly not Thane or Nassor. He had been much happier here.

Then again, the mares might be no different. Although none would try to mount him, they could find different ways to make his life difficult. But I was alone, then.

Alvarr remembered how Laren had declared them in front of the mare tribe. It had been so simple for him, so easy, as though being mates was an everyday occurrence. "No matter what happens, I feel that I can handle it," he said, feeling his way forward. "Now that you're with me."

"I am," Laren murmured.

The rain had started to turn back into mist. It rose from the land and swirled around them in a white haze. Alvarr wondered if that was because they were reaching the edges of her power. He shook all over, trying to get rid of the damp that clung to him, and noticed Laren doing the same.

"Whatever the future holds, we must get help for Fara," Laren said, picking up his pace as they approached the silhouettes of trees emerging from the gloom.

Alvarr's hooves had stopped making that squishing sound that he had grown used to. "Laren, look," he said. "The ground is dry." He shifted to man-shape and dug his toes into the earth, which was only damp with melted snow.

He ran to a low branch and examined the tips, which had the faintest green buds sprouting from it. "And the trees are growing once more. Laren, it truly is spring." He tossed his long hair behind him, where the ends of it rested against the small of his back. Except for nighttime, it has been so long since I have been in man-shape. The rain and travel had kept them all on four-legs.

Laren, too, shifted to man-shape, and he touched a tree trunk in which several deep gashes scored the white bark, showing the dark brown wood underneath. "This is where you lost your horn, isn't it?"

"It must be, but I don't really remember," the mage said. He leaned against his mate's warm, solid frame as he, too, ran his fingers over the spot. "I am just glad that we survived."

Laren's arm came around his waist. "I am, too," he said, and he bent his head and nudged Alvarr's hair aside. His warm lips pressed the side of Alvarr's neck for a moment.

The mage shivered. He was so sensitive in this form. With his human eyes, he could see the colors of the world, especially the hint of green that colored the ends of the branches, and the cool of the sky.

"How does it feel?" Laren asked, his voice low. "To be normal again."

"I'm hardly normal," Alvarr said, tilting his head up. His long hair brushed against his waist. "I'm still a mage."

"Yes, but now..." Laren touched the center of Alvarr's forehead. "Do you think you can have more foals?" He drew the mage closer to him.

"No," Alvarr said. He felt it in the part of him that was closest to Nature. Nature had called Fara forth, and he and his mate had been Nature's instruments.