Chosen Chronicles; Book One. ???
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The Anima Luna is coming fast, and for a certain witch, her soon-to-be chosen mates are on their way to claim what's theirs.
Can the Chosen be allowed to choose, o...
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Having a splitting headache is not fun, especially when immobile. I could tell there were no straps or ropes imprisoning my limbs, yet I could barely move. My eyes wouldn't open at my command, but a feeling of security flows over me as a blanket would. My voice is strained as I try to put it to use, and just like my limbs, my eyes refuse to open as well. A desperate whine leaves my throat, causing me to start a coughing fit.
Soft hands envelop my waist, sliding me towards a hard figure. At the same time, a dark growl resonates through my eardrums, making me think of Thesis. My head moves a little, but not enough to wake them up from their deep slumber. I groan, hating the fact I was restrained by two overgrown dogs. I was still coughing a bit before I tried to speak, but no sound left my mouth. Hope shrunk in my chest.
Wait, if Theros and Thesis are here, that means... I won.
I won.
I won against the Anima of Night, Nyx!
Happiness swells in my heart at my victory, and all I wanted to do was cry. I wanted to jump and scream at my Reckoning; it meant my freedom and my wolves. I couldn't force the smile away, or the tears. Happiness swells in my heart as the wolves shuffle closer, growling at one another over an idiotic subject. I could barely hear their words as they spoke in hushed tones.
Theros buries his face in my neck, softly tickling my skin with his heated breath. His hands hold me tenderly, not letting go for the life of him. I wish I could see his face, touch his lips, and tell him how much he means to me. How much his smile brightens my mood and how much his voice creates chills down my spine. He was the sweet wolf that swept me off my feet the first time we danced. Theros was more than just an Alpha Wolf, he was my Wolvernrian Alpha Wolf.
No one can change that, or will ever change that.
Thesis, on the other hand, growls softly. His nose is tucked behind my ear while his lips ghost over the skin of my shoulder. His hot breath fans the nape of my neck, causing the hair on my skin to rise. Thesis' presence only brings me comfort and warmth. His hands lace with mine, probably in need of comfort himself. He was more than just an aggressive and angry Lycan Alpha; he was sincere and careful, even with his brooding actions. The first time we met may have been full of insults, but he never deterred from his chosen bond mate, even when she had another. Thesis was my Wolvernrian Lycan Alpha, and I had two Wolvernrians to hold true. I was tremendously lucky to have these two Wolvernrians by my side. They may have me caged in their arms, but I've never been freer in my entire life. They were my keys to freedom, a freedom I couldn't wait to hold.
Another cough sends me into a fit, and I have to force myself to bounce up. I suppose I eventually gathered the attention of them because my body is forced into a sitting position. As I cough, something is pushed to my mouth as I let out all the liquid demanding to come up. A cough, choke, gag. Another cough, choke, gag. It was almost a never-ending cycle until my heart began to calm. When I was done, a hand rubs my back before a kiss is delivered to my left temple. A smile wavers on my lips while I close my eyes and lean towards my right. My head pounds but settles in a meaty shoulder. I whimper, nuzzling my head against the man next to me. Even with my crippling strength, I was useless to fight against the internal pain.
