Flash Fiction: Creshendo

This pieces is significantly older, and from 2007-2008. It’s actually a favorite. And I’m sure y’all will also. -JBHarris

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It had begun to storm.

I tried to keep my eyes closed, and the smile from spreading too far across my face. I rolled over, not surprised that he wasn’t there. There was so much on his mind lately. I called him name, almost as a reflex, waiting quietly for the echo from the hallway. He made a noise and came to the doorway of his bedroom. This was still his house after all…I could claim nothing in it as mine or ours.

He stood in the doorway, flushed and shirtless, smiling at me. I tousled my hair as I slowly sat up, wrapping the sheet around me. I grinned inwardly, I had no need to be modest, he has already seen all that I had and am. “Cleaning it?” I said, gesturing to his trombone and the rag in his hand. Clad only in dark blue boxers, he grinned at me boyishly. I lived for that grin. He walked over to me, the dim lamp upon the dresser being washing him in this pure bronze aura. He sat next to me, cupped my face, and kissed me. All of me that was female wanted him all the more. Yet, I knew I had no claim, no tie to him, and thought it rather foolish to have one so soon. He held me then, his natural scent comforting me. “I don’t want to leave. I hate leaving.” He kissed my forehead as if to scare away all the bad things I was thinking. He put a finger under my chin, and kissed me again. “For as long as I am here, and you want me, I will be here.” I wanted to cry. It had been so long since I had felt anything. I was more interested in savoring it, than deciphering it. “Close your eyes.” He told me.  I obeyed, as I heard him shuffle around his small room. Then I heard it, my favorite song by Norah Jones. I told him never to play it, because it evoked so many memories and emotions.

I heard him walk over to me again, placing something on my shoulder. “Open your eyes.” He whispered. I smiled, putting on this shirt. Standing not even five feet from me, eyes as warm as the sea, he stretched his hand out to me.I reluctantly climbed out of bed, and moved to his embrace. He held me so close, as if I were meant to fit. I slipped my arms around his neck, kissed him as we swayed. He whispered in my ear part of the verse:  “I’ll need no soft lights, to enchant me, if you would only grant me, the right—to hold you ever, so tight—and to feel in the night, the nearness of you.” I put my ear to his chest and remembered what it was like to feel and be special to be cherished, to let the world and its inhabitants be damned. To take a deep breath, and inhale him, and know I’d rather be nowhere else.

Flash Fiction-‘He Won’t Hit’

For those of you that are unhip, Flash Fiction is piece of fiction that is between 250-500 words–between 1-2 pages. With nothing but time and words to chase, I decided to craft this one. I’m sure there will be more to come. Flash Fiction is challenging, and dope! Enjoy! -JBHarris

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Curtis watched as he swept up the lobby, watching the late night early morning crowd come in. “The look like gas station dogs!” he looked up, giggling in the direction of Ms. Lucille, the chef that came in at 6:00am for the morning shift. She always came in humming Amazing Grace while she got the food ready for the Lucky Morning buffet. He watched her go through the heavy gold doors to the kitchen. “Morning Ms. Lucille!” Curtis, still sweeping, said after her.

He was right thought. There, on the casino floor, every morning he worked was the wrecking of the night before. There were the regulars that came in because their rooms were comped. There were those that were too drunk to go home because they would have to explain why checks were bouncing the next week. And then there was who Curtis nicknamed The Wanderers. Every day, these group of six people would come in al in their Easter best and they would leave about 7:00am. They would eat after gambling and then they would just…go. Upon seeing them, Curtis thought they looked like Jehovah witnesses. The ‘spiritual walkers’ Stevie Wonder talked about.

They would be these three women in their church hats and dresses. These men would be in their suits and they would just…leave. Curtis watched them leave as he vacuumed, watching the other stragglers either leave or settle by the machine. The Wanderers were leaving, all 5 of them without their 6th. Curtis looked towards the slot machines, and saw him there. The last one, with gray hair, unbrushed and a dusty brown suit. He walked away from his vacuum and looked and walked towards the flashing and dingings light, and the angry voice in the machine that kept screaming “You lose! You lose!”

Curtis got to him, shaking him, his eyes shut at the Keno machine, wishing he was dead. In the year that he had worked at Happy Cherokee Casino, he had never spoken to these people. He couldn’t remember anyone speaking to him. “Um, sir?” he said, sounding more awake than he was. “It aint hittin’! I ain’t sleep!” The old man’s eyes opened as if they were snatched. He looked at Curtis. “It ain’t hit! I ain’t lose nothin’!” He slid from the stool, half shuffling completely cursing at people that weren’t there. Curtis watching him walk away muttering to himself, cursing like spurts from an old Monte Carlo. “I can’t eemb shut my eyes without folk bothering me.” Curtis walked behind him, scared he would fall over for how he was walking. He trotted to the seat he was in and found his wallet. “Chester Humphrey Allen.” The wallet said. There was an old Steel worker union card inside. Receipts, a casino rewards card and a note. And a crumbled five dollar bill.

‘Babe-

Remember to come home by 8.

Mama.’

Curtis ran to this man, newly discovered as Chester Humphrey Allen. Retired steelworker. Mama looking for him. He tapped his shoulder, giving the wallet to him. “Mister Chester?” he caught him right before he left the casino floor. He turned, the pain in his face, willing his body to move backwards. “You left your wallet.” Chester looked at Curtis’s face, as if it were mirror. “Thank you.” He blinked, Curtis blinked. And he turned toward the direction of bacon, biscuits and eggs. “It just ain’t hit. Idda made it up if it had just hit!” Curtis went back to his world, consumed with vacuuming and screen checks and checking for drunks for the next 8 hours. Chester would be back tomorrow.

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With An Heir (Tzipporah)-#10

My mother, the Grand Amshun, cried at the birth.

The pain of the birth of a were whelp is never easy. I remember the crushing pain on my hips, and how that pain flooded my back. This ripping fire that had consumed me. The midwives, my cousins Henjah and  Makara, told me they had never seen a birth so hard. I remembered crying. The tearing and the crying of tears that weren’t mine.

I had been ready for this moment for months. My mother had been guarding me in the Open Plane. Farron had completed his Beginning to become Alpha in his own right. The night before he was to return to me, I woke up to soaked in fluid and in the most excruciating pain I had ever known. I had gotten up to call to my mother in the room and the world remained black.

And silent.

I was hurt, and in the Open Plane. Somewhere you are never supposed to be at times where you are injured. I was in water, I was cold and the pain had gotten worse. I was screaming. I called for my mother. For Makara. For Henjah. The only three that could fine me on the Open Plane. There no light, and all I could feel was my womb fighting the enteriety of my body. “Ahandra!” I didn’t recognize the voice. “She is mine!” There was growl, and eyes. Not gold from Farron. These were gray, this blue gray that I had seen along the beaches of Myrtle Beach.

The eyes advanced towards me. “Recounce!” The  growling grew louder, more insistent. The light came as the eyes advanced towards me.  It was Narmon, in were form. I saw myself in the white dress as I was always in with Farron. There was blood around my feet, and I was unsure of how I was standing. I went down again, pain was all I could register. The pains were closer together, insistent and furious. Kicks harder, the were I carried determined to leave my body. I felt myself falling to this newly revealed sandy ground. I wrapped my left arm around my belly, preparing to brace the ground with my right. As I fell,  I saw Narmon lunge towards me. I couldn’t scream. I clutched my belly harder, ready to hit the ground. The pain I could understand. The birth I had prepared for. The were whelp I understand. I closed my eyes only to reopen them when I didn’t fall to the ground.  I was flanked by red robes. “Ahandra!” I couldn’t make out the voice. I couldn’t understand what was happening. The red robes bearing me up. “We have her! Now, Ahandra!”

My eyes open to be on the same bed, my mother at the foot of it. “Push, Tzipporah!” her eyes were green. I couldn’t keep my eyes open. I was so tired. I needed Narmon. I needed him there. I closed my eyes to see him. I couldn’t remember Farron. “Narmon, Narmon.” My head thrashed back and forth, my sweat being wiped away by my cousin Makara. “He’s calling her back to him, Ahandra!”

There was more ripping of my body and something being pulled from me. I screamed, felt that my heart was being fulled from my chest. “Narmon!” I heard his growl in my ears. “Don’t let her go back to the Open Plane!” I closed my eyes, tried to breathe. Tried to pinpoint where the pain was in order to push pass it. “Narmon!”

There was breezes around the bed where I lay writhing. “Ahh!” I felt my legs kicking. My heart pounding. “Narmon!” My tone more insistent, more needy. There were weights on legs. Hands I hoped. There was more patting of my forehead, more movement and rushed voices. “Push, Tzipporah! Push! You need to push just once more!” I gripped the hand that held my right and pushed. “Narmon!”

I felt the breath leave my body and the coolness return. I was in the blanket darkness again. I tried to move through the water, wading towards the shore and the faint light there. I saw him and my heart lept in my chest! “My love!” I went  towards the towering figure on the shore, willing my Open Plane body forward. “Tzipporah!” I felt the weight of the wet clothes I wore. I felt my body tense and lungs burned. I lifted my knees willing to my chest to get to the shore. A small wave pushed me to the shore, and I fell down, the sand clammy under, my hands. I swallowed, spit out the water. I closed my eyes to gather my strength. There were hands on my wrists to pulled me to my feet.

My eyes remained closed, relieved to see him. When they opened, I saw Narmon. I snatched my hands away. “How?!” He only grinned at me. “You called me, not your Alpha.” I turned from him, tears hot on my face. “Tzipporah!” My mother’s voice. I looked around for her. She would know what to do. There were hands around my shoulders, holding me to the Open Plane. “Tzipporah!” I turned shaking him from me. “Nothing! There is nothing you can say that can allow you to be here.”

“You called me.”

“You did not have to answer!”  I wanted to hurt him, bloody his face, bring him to his knees. “I am the wife, the mate of the current Alpha. I am the mate of the Third.” Narmon snarled. “I am his.” I saw his eyes flash that steely blue gray. “You have Leah. Go to her!” I pointed off behind him. ‘Tzipporah!” I looked behind me, certain I would see my mother. But I saw a red cloak. I had been spotted on the Open Plane. I turned to walk towards the comfort of the tall figure in the cloak. “We both must renounce the bond.” He said, a snarl in his voice. I didn’t answer couldn’t look back.

I made it to the red cloak, and seeing the figure in it, I screamed. It wasn’t my mother. It was Farron. He took my hands and said nothing.

I woke to find myself in bed, warm and in dry clothes. My mother was at my side. I saw the concern in her face. “Where is my whelp? Where?” She cupped my face, and I brushed her hands away. “I need to nurse him.” I saw tears threaten her eyes.

“Twins, Tzipporah. You had twins.” I shook my head. “You almost left the world.” I tried to sit up. “My sons. I need my sons!” She stood, looking at me with pity. “The errant bond almost killed you.” I looked at her, the coldness returning. “It took the elders of the  council to save you.” I swallowed, prepared for what she said next. “One died. The younger boy.” There was a wail that rose in my chest, and I couldn’t remember what else she told me. My son was dead. I was in an errant bond, and Alpha could not break it. Not alone. No one knew where another Alpha was whom could help. The nearby Alpha, too, had fallen ill to the same illness that had killed the Second of our tribe.

With An Heir (Narmon)-#9

The amshuns had come to see me early the morning. The sun was still red, but yet I was covered in a sheen of sweat. The closer Tzipporah had come to birth, the harder it had become to sleep. I wondered if my brother, now my Alpha had experienced the same thing. She was his mate, not mine. It was his child, the new heir, which was theirs.

There red robes looked like an Egyptian plague. The Grand Amshun, was always the oldest. This was Tzipporah’s mother. The other amshuns were her cousins, Makara and Henjah. “Get up, Narmon.” It was her mother’s voice in my head. As my eyes adjusted to the predawn light, I saw them. All with some permutation of Tzipporah’s face and eyes.

“Get up, my Prince. Get up!” It has Henjah’s voice. I had thought to make her mine before Leah had grabbed my attention. I sat up, making no attempt to cover my chest. I smirked when  the Grand Amshun nudged her nieces to remain focused. “Narmon.” her voice was morose, as she always seemed to be. “We know about the bond.”

I was silent as a weight settled in my chest. “I need to know if you were with Tzipporah before she was fated to be with Farron.” I stared at her, held her eyes. She knew I had been. She didn’t need to ask what she already knew. I only blinked and nodded. Her mouth moved then, her voice real and palpable. She kept her hood on, an spoke, her words like acid in my ears. “You need to tell me how. How many times. And why!” I heard the rage below her decorum. I never liked her mother, she always spoke to me as if I wasn’t the oldest. “It was moment of passion after her father died, your husband.” I wanted to tell her more, but thought it best not.

“Your moment with my daughter, ” she swallowed, keeping her eyes on me, never leaving the foot of the bed. “The mate of our Alpha, has caused an errant bond.” I closed my eyes, wishing she would go away as quickly as she had come. “That is a superstition Ahandra. Errant bonds don’t exist.” I opened my eyes an saw her eyes shift from brown to gold. “This is why you were not chosen, and could never never be Alpha!” I stood to my feet, wrapping the white sheet around my waist. “This was all your doing that I am not Alpha! You loved my father and hated my own mother!” She moved closer to me, her flanking nieces staying at the foot of the bed. “You are not Alpha, because you were chosen not to be.” her voice was cool as she approached me, eyes still gold. “You are not Alpha because you are not an Alpha.” She dropped the hood of her cloak, the gray and black length of her hair framing her face. “Your father  knew when you ran away before the Consecration for your Beginning, you could not be Alpha.”

“Liar!”  I turned my back on her, feeling as she was seeing what was happening on the inside of me. “And you now turn your back on your Amshun!” There was thunder in her voice. “This errant bond between you and Tzipporah must be severed! Errant bond can only be servered by the oldest Amshun and the Alpha.” The words stung at me, opening memories and wounds.  My Concsecration. My night without Leah. My night with Tzipporah. Both of us broken. I thought nothing of her after. It was only after she was with Farron did it all matter. I couldn’t get her off of my mind.  She was in the Open Plane. I could smell her when I woke. She robbed me of sleep.

“Have the dreams lessened?” It was Makara’s voice. “I know they haven’t. You know that during the Beginning, our kind are most sensitive.” I kept my eyes to the window, feeling the tears come as I was too stubborn too before. “You have bonded with the mate of our Alpha, your brother.” My heart began to break at the truth of her words. “You need to renounce her in order for Narmon to have her totally.”

My body, with all it’s strength, committed to not moving. Renounce her in order for Narmon to have her totally. I fought back the wolf, phasing would change nothing. Ahandra spoke again. “Her birth will be soon. The heir will be born to the rightful Alpha.” I turned to face the three of them, feeling the snarl in my chest. “She belongs with Farron. She is his mate.” Henjah spoke, her eyes green rather than gold. “We are looking for another Alpha to break the bond.” Ahandra spoke, her voice resonating. “But you must renounce her.”

They turned to leave. Henjah, Makara and Ahandra. As the door shut, I fell to the floor and howled. “She is an errant bond?!” I howled. My mind and body rejected. If this be true, I knew there we cases of weres whom died when they had to renounce a bond, because of the pain. It is said errant bonds can kill a were more than anything known to our kind.

Ahandra had been The Grand Amshun for more than a century. She knew this. Ahandra had sounded my death knell.

With An Heir (Farron)-#7

 

 

 

 

 

 

Tzipporah was separated from me for the first time in a decade. I mean, really separated. I couldn’t reach her, not even in the Open Plane. I couldn’t find her there. What was more, because she was with the amshuns  I wasn’t allowed to see her.

She had been my mate for a century. Promised to me before then. The Second, my father and her mother, the Grand, had foretold that she would be mine. Just mine. But I had no time to reflect on this, the loss I felt at not being at her side. I knew it was time. The babe she carried was coming. The amshuns had said it would be so. I knew that the time would be swift, but I had no idea it would be as swift as this! During the ceremony where I was to lead my people? Only the ancestors would have planned this.

With custom and tradition, Tzipporah and I were supposed to be separated for this week. It was hard for her, but I couldn’t pinpoint why. When I reached for her on the Open Plane, she hid from me. Tzipporah had never hidden from me, not there. Or anywhere. The Grand had told me it could be happening because of her impending delivery. “My Alpha, she is in a tender state.” She had touched my shoulders in the heated room I was left in. “Let us tend to her. We all knew this day would come, but none thought it would come so soon.” I stared at her, Tzipporah’s steady brown eyes in her face. I grimaced as she left the room.

Something was wrong, I knew something was wrong. I wish someone would have been brave enough to tell me what it was!

The separation for The Beginning was for purification. Tradition said this time was to prove the mate bond, to make sure it was true. That the Alpha was bonded to the right mate. Errant bonds happened, but if an errant bond happened to or with an Alpha the line could not produce the next Alpha. Without an Alpha, there could be no lineage. Without a lineage, there would be no pack.

The Grand left me in the heated room with the light off. Centuries before The Beginning, the first two days of the ceremonial week were in the dark. The Second told me this would be some of the deepest peace an Alpha could have. Here for two days, the ancestors would speak and I would listen. I would know what the previous Alpha knew. I would be asked questions, strength regained and deepened. It was the ancestors that gave the second set of confirmations for your mate. My mate.

I closed my eyes, counted my breaths as my father told me. As my Alpha had instructed. As Alphas had done since our pack began. I felt my hearing heighten, and the wolf that I housed groan and wish for the comfort of Tzipporah. The sweetness of her skin. The smell of her.  I heard my own growl in my new hearing, startled at the hunger found in it.

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With An Heir (Narmon)-#8

 

They were keeping her from me.  The amshuns were closing her off from the Open Plane. Yet, I knew exactly where she was. I knew that the entity she carried would be due right after The Beginning ceremony. It would only be fitting for this child to be born the same week my brother becomes The Third.

For this week, all the members of the new Alpha’s family were supposed to be around them. This time of seclusion was to prepare for the transition at the end of the week of The Beginning. As the older brother, I was delegated to a special type of seclusion. I wasn’t allowed to talk to Farron. I wasn’t allowed to be in seclusion.  I was charged with preparations. I had to talk to the amshuns, and be a part of the chain from the Open Plane that would allow Farron to become The Third. This was tradition, unbroken for centuries. The brother of the Alpha is a part of the ceremony to ensure there are no errant bonds. That the mate of the Alpha, is the mate of the Alpha.

I knew when the amshuns had come to rouse me and dispatch Leah from my bed, that they knew. They knew I had been with Tzipporah. I knew, as well as they knew, the child she carried was Farron’s and our tryst was long ago. But there was something wrong. Errant bonds were rare, but not impossible. They happened when there were those weres whom either denied their mates when presented or ran from them.  In the case of Tzipporah and it was after her father had died in war between our pack and another. She was restless and sad, Farron had to go with our father, The Second. He going to lead one day, and had to be a part of the battle first hand.

She came to me. Tzipporah, gorgeous and full of rage, was in my bed before I could open my eyes.  I knew she was there before I knew she was there. Her skin soft and hot, mouth the same. She pleaded for me to be inside her, so she wouldn’t have to think or feel. I obliged, filling all that she opened for me, impaling her with girth and length as furious as pounding rain.

It wasn’t meaningless. Intimacy is everything to us. But there was a shifting to this intimacy, I hadn’t found my mate. I hadn’t wanted to, and didn’t have access to the Open Plane. Yet, once inside her, I did. I saw a lush forest. Trees, water and sun. There was a river she sat by, looking like one of Nanja’s water nymphs. Her skin the color of cinnamon, hair raven dark, wearing a white dress.

Tzipporah sat on this rock by the river, looking at the water, never turning towards me. She looked at the water that rushed over her feet. “This was…this hasn’t happened to me before. This wasn’t supposed to happen.” I touched her shoulder, smiled at the contrast between her skin an the addition of my coconut brown. I said nothing, only watched her watch the water. We knew the Open Plane for was for those whom had mated, that’s when it opened. This space where your heart, mind and soul connected with that of your mate. This place where you both were safe, protected and heard–even when distance separated.

Now, the errant bond was a secret no longer. With the amshun’s knowledge, Farron would have to know. And I would have to explain.

With An Heir (Tzipporah)-#6

My mother knew.

She always knew about things like this.

As an amshun she was capable of sensing what even the pack together with its Alpha couldn’t quite see. That the was role of an amshun. Guidance. Patience. Protection. An Alpha was always brought into the world with an amshun. They were the only ones capable of handling the births of weres. They are the descendants of goddess, Nanja and her husband, Haurnut.

I looked in the mirror of Farron’s room. I hadn’t been in this room in more than a half century. I remembered the tub, the mirrors and the light that came through the windows as all as he was. I laid in bed all day when we landed. We somehow made it to the palace compound without incident, and without me seeing Narmon. I knew that I would see him at the funeral and all within me roared as Farron held my hand. I wanted so badly for the bond to be broken. I had to have broken.

But in order to break an errant bond, tradition says you can have an Alpha and an amshun. But the amshun must be almost as old as the Alpha. Together, they would house enough power to break a errant mating. As the compound placed the Second on the pyre, to give his body back to Nanja, I felt him. I felt him comb through my thoughts. I felt him touch me even when he didn’t see me. I pulled my cloak tighter around me, adjusted my hood as the fire was lit.

I was pregnant with Farron’s pup. I would be a mother, the wife to the Third. What he had been groomed for was beginning to come to pass. I had squeezed Farron’s hand, willing Narmon from the Open Plane of my thoughts. I closed my eyes, saw him there. On our beach. Touching me. Caressing and kissing my belly which was full and round. “When will you tell him?” he asked, his breath in my ear. “The bond is here. Do you want to really break it? He’s not strong enough to do it. Not yet anyway.”

I saw him, wanted not to see him. The same height as Farron, and the same topaz eyes. Where Farron was hewn out of this almost ebony granite, Narmon had the tone of dark sand. His lips were full and his eyes large. He could always see into me. Narmon kissed me, and I tried to open my eyes. I tired to will myself free from the Open Plane. I couldn’t feel my body tethered to Farron’s. I couldn’t bring myself back. He kissed me, over and over like Farron never would. He pulled me to the sand, his hands under the white dress I wore

It was the touch of my aunt, Gisela, along my back that broke me free from Farron. “Tzipporah!” she had hissed. It was her that took me to Farron’s room. It was her that put the night blooming jasmine in the marble tub. Gisela told me to rest, tucked me in and told me she would see me in the morning.

Morning had come. And I lay next to the warm spot where Farron had laid. And still saw Narmon when I closed my eyes.

With An Heir (Farron)-#5

Tzipporah hadn’t been feeling well.

She didn’t tell me what was wrong, and wouldn’t let me tend to her. I watched her sleeping on the plane home. I saw her brow furrow and her jaw tighten. Something was wrong. I sat watching the night sky turn into morning, and touched her dark hair. I was glad she didn’t cut it. I saw the sun streak over the left wing of the plane, and thought of my brother. I remembered the last conversation I had with my father–my Alpha–The Second.

I remembered how far away he sounded, how ill, and how unsure anything else would happen. “Farron, all that you have and all that you will have is within you. You will do righteous for the pack and kingdom.”

The pack and kingdom. 

 

There were bigger things that were happening that Narmon, and the death of our father. The Beginning was more important. The internment of The Second would happen as soon as we landed. I stretched in the small plane seat, too small for my 6’5″ inch frame.  I watched her sleep, putting my forehead to hers. I heard the low grow rumble within her. Not hungry, not discontent. I focused all my thoughts towards her. “Tzipporah.” I whispered. “Open.” I cupped her face, willing her entire self to me, to the us.

I shut my eyes, pushed myself through the growl that protested. I saw nothing, which was rare. There was nothing. Her thoughts were blank. I walked towards her, towards her mental self, her back to me, yet utterly lovely. I saw her draped in white, like she always was and is. Her hair was dark, sun-streaked, with curls thick and soft. I had spent nights pawing through them. Her hair in my hands as I pulled her body to my will when I could not get enough of her.

“Tzipporah?” she didn’t turn. She didn’t move. She remained standing on this beach, our place, because she loved the water. She craved the light. She remained silent, the water lapping her feet. “I’m scared, Farron. I don’t want to be here. Why have we come?” I watched her turn her face towards me, her profile visible. Her eyes towards the white sand. “We have come for The Beginning.” I kept walking, feeling the heat of the sand. “Seven days, my love. We take the throne, and we will have what we want.” I heard her sigh, felt the slackness in her body when I held her. “What we want?” I kissed the side of her neck, felt her stiffen. “I never wanted this, your brother should be Alpha! He should be The Third!”

I left my face in the crease of her neck. “Tzipporah. Please.” She sighed, body still tightened. “I wanted to never come back here. Why have you made me come back?” I squeezed her because it was all that made sense to do. I pulled her into me. “Farron, you have asked me to trust you, like I always have. Yet,” she pulled from me, turned as if underwater. “I don’t think that you understand the situation we are now in.”

I dropped to my knees as she showed me her belly, round and full. Tzipporah placed her hands on her belly, full of what could only be my seed. She looked at me, eyes as open as the sky she stood under. She closed her eyes to speak, and tears came. I crawled and wrapped around her legs, caress her left thigh. “Pregnant.”

“Pregnant.” she echoed. “My mother was the one that told me what she saw here in the Open Plane.” I said nothing, allowed her to keep speaking. “How is this possible?” I stood from my sand bed to embrace her again. “There will be an heir. That is all the pack and kingdom is concerned with.” I felt her body meld into me, holding onto my strength and inner wolf.

I woke to the sound of the pilot’s voice on the overhead sound system. Tzipporah was still asleep, wrapped in the blanket I had put on her when the flight began. I looked at her belly from under the blanket. I felt for anything which would stir or beat and there was nothing. As an Alpha and she my mate, I should have been able to know or tell before her mother did.

The Beginning was going to be difficult.

 

 

 

With An Heir (Narmon)-#4

It was the day before The Beginning.

The elders called it that because it took 7 days for the Alpha to transition. It would take 7 days for the new Alpha to be confirmed and the ceremony to begin. Everything was begin prepared for the homecoming of my brother. I sat in the palace, watching Lana again. I refused to be without her for the ceremony. I needed her. I was tired of seeing Tzipporah when I closed my eyes. I was tired of feeling my brother touch her.

I brushed Lana’s cheek, wishing she’d wake. I needed her body as a distraction. I needed her to just open and her body respond and subdue the hunger that threatened everything else. I wanted to consume her, as I had for days. I let her leave as she wished of course, but at night she came back to me. She called me home. I was home to her. I was unaware of how that could be anything else but hers.

I touched her face, damp from her shower and kissed her forehead. I touched my forehead to hers, and closed my eyes. I wanted to know if I could see what she did. The elders said if you have found your mate, what the outside world would call ‘the one’, you should be able to see their thoughts.

I wanted Lana to the one. I wanted what  I felt for Tzipporah to be a fluke. I needed that separation. I knew that death was the only real way to separate from someone whom you knew, or thought you knew was your mate. I had seen my sister, Lanja, break in half when Harmun died.

I wrapped myself around her, inhaled the rosewater she bathed in. “Lana.” I felt myself exhale her name. I needed her name to ground me, to chase the thoughts of Tzipporah away. I squeezed my eyes, forcing them shut. I needed to see what she was seeing. “Open, Lana.” I heard the growl in my ears. Didn’t she know how I needed her? Didn’t she know what this was doing to me? In a matter of days, I would be seeing the woman that I thought was my mate. And I had no say so. I had do see her, and I knew she would come. Her had to. She was about to the wife of the Third. This was three centuries in the making. It was inevitable as rain. And I knew that a storm would come as soon as I saw her.

*****

The official day of The Beginning ceremony, the elders and amshuns were secluded. The first day of The Beginning is to bury the former Alpha, and to remember his life. I had been up for hours. Farron and Tzipporah where a plane. I knew they were one their way. I knew it. The connection with Lana wasn’t working, and I had no heart to tell her that it wasn’t. I rose from the bed we shared, and went to the balcony attached to my room. I needed the air. I needed Lana not to notice what was going on. I went outside, leaving the door open. The night air always made her happy, reminded her of the nights we would hunt and run together. I leaned against the railing, hearing the thunder off in the distance. Tzipporah would be here in the morning.

I closed my eyes, gripped the rock of the of stone balcony and heard it crack. I felt my shoulder loosen. I willed the wolf back, begged my animal self to remain at bay. Then the snarl. He would not be denied.

Let me out.  She is coming. She will know where you are. Let me out. 

I heard a snarl, deep and menacing come from my throat. I shook my head, willing away the snout.  I felt my ribs crack and giving way. I screamed as the pain racked my body, leaving me writhing on the balcony floor. Let me out. Let me out! You need this as badly you always did. I cannot be where he is not and she is on her way. She will be here as we will take her. And she won’t leave us again.

I managed to get to my feet, gripping the rail only have it give way. I snarled and felt the shift. I inhaled and let the paws come, the muscles shift and the snout with its teeth. Then I allow the wolf to take me from the stone floor of the balcony and over it towards the woods.

With An Heir (Narmon)-#3

I had her.

She was still mine, so close and supple. I knew that the Elders would know she was imprinted wrongly to my brother.  I knew with the death of the Alpha, there would be no one aged enough with the discernment to oppose this. Tzipporah, as an amshun could only be with an Alpha. I am the oldest. I was the stronger of the four of my brothers.  I had been here with mother, and father. I had fetched water, listened to stories and learned how to lead. I knew of the legends of our people, of the land we were birthed out and from.

I knew that there would only one Alpha. Father had been grooming me for this for a century and more. There was an affliction that come over both he and his brother. There was this virus that had killed his brother, my uncle. No one knew what it was, where it had come. I felt kisses along my shoulders. I looked at my walnut brown face in the mirror.  “Lana, please.” I heard a low chuckle along my shoulder. “You always tell me that, I didn’t think you would be so distracted now.” I turned to face her, her ebony skin and dreadlocked hair enticing me all over again. I kissed her, bold and slow. Tasting the inside of her mouth my tongue. I needed the distraction. I needed her. I need not to think. My thoughts kept swimming with thoughts of Tzipporah and how to win her heart again. The fact we were still connected meant I had a chance. No matter now minute, there was still a chance.

I moved Lana against the wall, cupping her breasts as I moved my mouth from hers. Lana moaned as she had nights before. She wanted  not to think as well. Lana had let me read her thoughts, hear them as Tzipporah would never let me. I growled in her ear as she moaned name as I marked her once more. I bit into her neck, licking the wound so it would heal. She yelped as she moved my hand between the wetness of her thighs. Lana grinded into my wrist and I held her against the wall by her left shoulder.

Farron had marked Tzipporah, weakening the bond we had. He was erasing me from her memory, I could feel it. I fought it. I still called to her when she called to me in the vulnerable moments. She would be home soon. She would be mine. Farron would not take her from me again. I scooped her in my arms, kissed her on the way back to my bed, and make the stars witness the ache within me I had to subdue. I lay Lana on the cream colored sheets and she squirmed as I scratched at her thigh. “Please, Narmon. Make the ache stop.” I crawled on top of her, sliding my length inside as she kissed me. “Make the ache stop, love.” I pulled myself from her mouth, and nipped at her bite. I felt her body open and the climax ripple from her ears. Indeed, the ache would be sated for now.

*******

I watched Lana breathe, with her back towards me. I traced her spine with my finger, watched her body recoil. I thought about speaking to the Council about Lana. I knew she was a hybrid. Her mother was human. It was a miracle she had survived as long as she had. When I met her years before, she was betroved to the second son of an Alpha in Zaire. She had run away and been dehydrated when my father, The Second, found her. The Council wanted to kill her because she was a hybrid. I defended her. I loved her then. I had taken her as a Chosen as soon as she was healed. Lana was the closest thing to a true love that I had. This was one of the reasons why I needed to have Tzipporah. My mother had told me there was a way to break the bond. “Dangerous, yes. Impossible, no.” But I needed an Alpha to do that! They were strong enough to channel and shield the energies that would manifest from the breaking.

By right, I was supposed to be the Third. Not Farron. He did not hold father’s hand, his Alpha’s hand as he died. What right did the Council have to usurp millennia of succession and ritual! I was supposed to be the Third, the Alpha. Not the Beta. I was the first born. Tradition said I should be next.

I leaned over and kissed Lana’s shoulder. Her warmth settled me. I closed my eyes, hoping Tzipporah wouldn’t be there again.