Chapter 155
Damien’s POV
When we got to the multi level, bowling, arcade, and restaurant combo called Andy’s, we went straight to the bowling alleys.
Luckily the shoe counter also had socks, most of us were wearing sandals that we could easily slip out of. Like flip flops, sling
backs and cross foot styles. We reserved four lanes right next to each other, paying for twenty frames each to start with. Dividing
our group into four teams.
The Alpha and Luna, My father and mother in law, Bryce and Daniel on team one. Beatrice, Xander, Josh, Gage, Jaxon and
Victor on team two. Nathen, Cathel, Kass, Kian, Bella and Galen on team three. And team four was Darien, Serenity, Sunny,
Asher, Alora and myself. We got to our lanes and set up the computer with our names.
I decided to go last, because I wanted to take the time to contact my father to get an update about the search for Sarah. We
were far enough away from our own Pack, that a mind link would not be possible, unless you were mated with the person back
at the Pack. As my mate was here, and the person I wanted to contact was my father, I had to pull out my phone and text.
“What’s the current situation in
the search for Sarah?”
“Currently it’s the same, ongoing. Sarah didn’t even go back to her house after she escaped during her mother’s death. During
the search of their house we found many potions containing the stench of Black Magic.” he replies.
“What were the potions for?” I asked.
“They found instructions for each potion, from what the investigators gathered, we could tell Sarah and her late mother were
having troubles with their wolves.” was his reply
“What kind of trouble with your wolf would require potions?” I ask him.
There was a journal from Sarah, in it she rages about how her wolf was a failure and betrayed her. It’s really vile to read, she
basically blamed her wolf for having a conscience. But what it came down to was that their wolves didn’t like what they were
doing, and they refuse to lend them their power, or let them shift. The potions make it possible to take and use their power
without the wolf’s consent.”
“That’s horrible” I tell him. I couldn’t imagine what their wolves had gone through, what Sarah’s wolf was going through.
Alora’s POV
My mates mood turned melancholy after texting someone back and forth. Not liking it, I cuddle up to him, wrapping my arms
around one of his. He looks down at me, and with a half smile on his face, he raised an eyebrow in a silent question. I smile at
my handsome mate, raising one of my hands I use one finger to rub his brow. His expression softens, his eyes and his smile
become warm and loving.
“That’s better.” I whisper to him, feeling his melancholy mood change to a relaxed and loving mood.
His smile turns amused. “I take it my mate didn’t like my mood.” he asks me, his voice was low, and a little rough.
Smiling at him still I shake my head. “I prefer my mate to be happy.” I tell him, then ask. “What had you feeling that way?”
He shows me the messages between him and his father in response to my question. After reading them I suddenly knew why he
had been feeling the way he had. “What must their wolves have gone through, what must Sarah’s wolf still be going through?” I
say out loud, hearing my own sadness over it in my voice.
“I had the same question.” Damien tells me.
We were distracted with a sudden “Hey you two, you going to take your turns or what?” from Darien.
Smiling mischievously at him, I get up and pull on the arm I was holding. “Come on mate, I’ve never bowled before, I’m hoping
you’ll teach me.”
He returns my smile with a playful grin. “It would be my pleasure to teach you how to bowl mate,” he says, his tone was teasing.
Giggling I go to the ball rack and look for a ball that I wanted to use. They had different numbers on them, curious I ask. “What
are the numbers for?” .
“They’re the weight of the ball. Pick one up and lift it a couple of times, find one that feels comfortable in your grip.” He tells me.
I look at a few, looking at the others around us I could see that you stuck your fingers in the holes of the ball to grip them. When I
lifted one with a number six, it felt so weightless that I was afraid I’d throw is across lanes, rather than down my own.
Thinking maybe double the weight would be better I look for a ball with the number twelve on it. Then I came across a pretty
rainbow colored one, it had the number fourteen, but I tried it anyway. I really liked it’s color.
The fourteen actually felt like a good weight, a controllable weight. “This one.” I tell Damien.
He nods and we walk to the start of the lane, again I take a look around to observe the other bowlers and the way they moved.
Damien came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist. “Put that ball in your dominant hand, when you roll it down the
lane step forward with the opposite foot, aim the ball down the center and try to knock out as many pins as possible.” he tells me.
I nod my head and he lets go and takes a few steps back to give me room, looking at how a few bowlers would take a couple of
steps forward before letting the ball roll, I decided to do that. I took my aim as I took three steps forward and rolled my ball while
in a bit of a crouch. The ball went straight down the lanes and hit the middle pin with enough force to nock them all down. The
screen flashed and lit up, the word ‘Strike’ almost filling it. 2
The others clapped and congratulated me, while Darien claimed it was just beginners luck. Damien put his hands on my
shoulders and kisses my mark, making me shiver. “Good job my Starlight.” he
whispers to me intimately.
I turn around in his arms and put my hands on his chest, looking up at him with a smile, meeting his gaze. “Your turn my darling
mate.” I go up on tip toes and bite his ear lobe, sending a shock of pleasure through him. “Good luck.” I whisper in his ear, my
voice husky.
Giggling I step back and away from him, a smirk on my face. It felt really good to tease my mate, knowing I would be ‘punished’
later in all kinds of delicious ways. His glare had a promise that had me hiding a shiver of excitement. He lets out a small growl, a
little warning for me, I didn’t feel any fear, my mate would never actually hurt me. He might prolong an orgasm, keeping me just
right there at the edge till I gave in, but he’d never hurt me.
I had a lot of fun the rest of the night, talking and visiting. Listening to stories from the Alpha pair. Listening to Sunny and Cathel’s
questions, getting more food in the middle of our frames. After bowling we went to the arcade and played so many different
games, earning tickets we were able to turn in for prizes. I got two big bears, one was a bright pink, the other blue. I planned to
give them to my twins when they were born.
I hugged the bears to my chest. Damien was walking next to me, an arm around my waist. I look up at my mate “Do you think
our pups will like them?” I asked him.
He looks down and meets my gaze, a loving smile on his face. “I think our pups would love anything their mom gives them.” he
says, then he gives me a kiss on my forehead. “Come lets get back for the night, you need rest before we head out in the
morning.” he says. “We’re traveling straight through on this last stretch, we’ll be spending tomorrow night at Blood Moon Castle.
Once we were locked in our bedroom, Damien began to torture me with pleasure. Taking me up high and keeping me there for
what seemed like hours, before letting me crash down on the other side, downing me in wave after wave of pleasure. He did it
several times before he finally took his own pleasure. He came with me on my last orgasm, his hot seed splashing inside me with
force, his body jerking with every jet that came from him.
When he pulled out and fell next to me, panting just as hard as I was, I felt his seed start to immediately drip down and coat half
way down my inner thighs. I didn’t want to get up and shower, I was too satisfied. Damien however, refused to neglect me. So
after catching his breath he scooped me up out of the bed and took me to the bathroom.
After the bath he makes me take his blood and store the power in the rings, before finally allowing me to curl up in his arms and
drift into a deep sleep.
