A/N: What the outside of the gates of hell look like.
Actaeon Island: The Vulcan Clan
As the mid day wind blew through her open balcony Emma stepped out looking down at the scene. Every day Deacon would train the clan. Young, old, everyone was welcomed. Warriors though trained at the crack of dawn while the rest after lunch when most clan duties are over.
As she gazed at the scene a small odd feeling of envy filled her as she looked at Deacon who slammed his fist through a practice dummy so hard it splintered into pieces. However his display of power may have something to do with the tiny brunette looking on who winched as his fist destroyed the wooden dummy. Emma couldn't help but envy him a little. Had she been her old self she would have been able to jump straight off her balcony from the fourth floor down into the training field and take on the Alpha. Clenching her jaw she looked down at her hands. She had a small burn from forgetting to use a pot cloth, at least the pot wasn't too hot. The things she took for granted now came back at her. She has never imagined life without her power but now that she was human she was realizing there are so many things she can't do that she used too.
Looking back down unconsciously her eyes followed a tall muscular brunette with chocolate brown eyes. Jake kept turning her way only to quickly look away. Even with human eyes she figured he must have been stealing glances at her. She however never looked away. He was her's, she will look at him all she want.
Suddenly a sword tip was at his heart. The Gamma of the clan had noticed Jake's inability to properly focus. As Jake's surprised eyes turned to the massive dragon shiftier the Gamma spoke mockingly.
"I didn't know that's all it took to kill a Alpha... sorry ex-alpha."
Though his blood boiled in anger he took the insult in stride, he knew there would be a backlash once people found exactly why he lost his tittle.
"How does it feel to be the weakling for a change."
The Gamma continued to taut him as Jake calmly pushed the blade aside clenching his teeth trying to remain clam. Unknown to them both the moment Emma noticed the Gamma sneaking up on Jake she panicked. As a blinding urgent to protect him overtake her senses she had to remind herself she couldn't just jump out the balcony but needed to use the stairs.
Jake stared at the Gamma blankly as Deacon approached. Gamma Bryce had found out right before training why the ex-alpha had lost his tittle. Bryce strongly believe the weak are to be protected and hence decided to teach Jake a lesson.
"Bryce go back to position."
Deacon ordered calmly. However a with a smirk Bryce responded.
"Actually the ex-alpha here wanted to spar."
Bryce spoke coolly before stepping back and assuming a fighting position.
Deacon looked at Jake in questioned before Jake gave small nod of agreement and took a defensive stance. Dragons were stronger than werewolves, there was no way Jake could win.
Deacon took a safe distance as he ordered clan members to do the same. He had gave Jake a way out but he decided to fight knowing he was about to get some serious butt whooping, judging from his defensive stance he fully well knew the position he was in. It would seem like the ex-alpha was starting to repent for his wrong doings.
Suddenly Deacon's long gold trim sword was snatched out of his hand as a tiny woman half his size elbowed him out of the way in fury.
As Bryce was about to attack Emma stepped in front of Jake and instantly Bryce froze mid swing. Jake instinctively rushed to push Emma behind him and out of the line of danger but Deacon was at his size holding him in place. Deacon had seen the fury in the royal's eyes. This was something that he couldn't stop. Bryce was a threat to her mate, human or not her protective instinct was just under the surface. She wanted blood, Bryce needs to be careful.
As Jake started growling fighting Deacon's grip Bryce immediately dropped to kneel in front of the right hand in fear.
A slow smirk grew on her face as his immediate display of submission quenched a good portion of her anger. Only a select few knew she was currently human Bryce wasn't one of them. As she looked at the way his shoulders trembled slightly and his head hung low her previous envy was forgotten as she remembered what it was like to be her old self. She let her smirk disappear as a blank expression took over her features, she has learnt that this actually terrifies more than a smirk.
"Did I give you permission to spar?"
She questioned softly turning to Jake as Bryce stole a glance their way in confusion but he saw the way liquid gold melted into Jake's eyes as he looked at the right hand he froze in fear. Bryce had threaten the right hand's mate.
"No"
Was his soft reply. She turned to Deacon in question.
"Who issued the challenge?"
"Gamma Bryce."
As the man himself heard his name his shoulders visibly shock and the smell of his fear filled the air as understanding of the situation dawned on him. By law she can swap with her mate if she deemed the challenge unfair since she was the dominant partner in their mating.
"Stand up, your sparring partner is me."
She commanded loudly for the whole clearing to hear her, indirectly announcing Jake was her mate. Loud gasps where heard as Bryce remained on his knees sinking even lower as his butt met his heels and both fist next to his knees. If he wasn't careful he could die so he needed to appear the least threatening he could though the position was degrading and humiliating, it meant complete submission.
"I withdraw my challenge."
He spoke softly but clearly. Emma re-guarded him for a few seconds before sighing loudly.
"Get up."
She knew Jake deserved to get beaten but the fact that he was willing to do so meant he was changing.
"My mate is flawed. While your anger is justified please control your actions or I might not be able to control mine."
She finished placing the tip of Deacon's heavy sword under Bryce's chin dangerously close to his throat using it to lift his head but the message was clear. She will kill him and anyone else who dares to touch what was her's.
Jake looked on as Bryce quickly stood disappearing into the house. His gaze drifted to the heavy sword in his mate's hand. He wondered how such a tiny hand can effortlessly carry the heavy sword. As he continued staring he noticed a slight tremor in her grip. It was heavy but she did well to make it seem effortless. His mate was a amazing woman, even as a human she held a special strengthen and grace. Liquid gold bleed into chocolate brown as he took in every inch of his mate before his eyes finally met her onyx black ones. Quickly he looked away with a light blush forming on his checks as he was caught staring.
The entire field hurried to kneel in her presence expect for Deacon and Jake. Slowly Jake stepped right in front of her before dropping to his knees causing Emma to gasp in shock and disbelief. However unlike Bryce, Jake kept eye contact. His hot gaze burnt right through her. As his body dropped even lower he kneed before her in total submission like the Gamma had moments ago but unlike him Jake kept searing her with a hot gaze. There was a determination behind those liquid gold eyes but more so a promise. This was more than total submission. His life belonged to her.
Taken by surprise a blush bloomed across Emma's face as she locked gaze with him. She didn't expect that. Jake could have remain standing why did he need to submit and in front to whole Vulcan clan at that. He was making a statement to not just her but everyone. He was her's.
Looking away first she commanded loudly.
"Rise."
Quickly turning she walked back to her room. Thank god they were in public. Had he looked at her like that in an private area he may not remain a virgin for long. The very thought that he submitted to her... a human her had her wanting to take him then and there but that hot gaze of his. She almost lost control. Stripping off her clothes in a rush she stepped into the shower turning it to cold.
Unknown to her as she was inside the shower a tall muscular dark figure sneaked into her room placing another red rose with a tiny piece of chocolate inside the bud. This time the chocolate had small swirls of liquid gold. Had she been her old self, she would have known instantly who the flower really was from as Jake's scent was all over it. However she plucked it off her bed in search of the chocolate inside. Her eyes lite up at the added swirls of gold. While she thought they were from Ryder she just couldn't help thinking about Jake.
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Tobago: The Crescent Wolf Pack
Beta Jarred sat drinking bottle after bottle. The fire water burnt his throat for a little before disappearing. The downfalls of being a werewolf he can't get drunk at best tipsy.
A loud crash sounded in the kitchen and a low yelp from Brittney was heard. She was trying to cook like Alice again. When was she going to learn she is never going to be enough.
Groaning loudly he gripped his hair flashes of her angelic face flew before his eyes and a hot searing need started to burn at him. He needed her badly but he didn't even know where to find her. She quite literally disappeared. Gone to some secret location in hiding.
However Jarred knew better, it was his fault. If he had done things differently he wouldn't be stuck with the bitch in the kitchen but where he really wanted to be, with Alice.
Drinking helped him forget his reality, it was when he could pretend she was here in his arms only for that blonde bitch to come snap him out of his drunken day dreams.
However still his growing hate for her isn't why he seems to get angry at the very sight of her. Seeing Brittney was a reminder of what he gave up of what he destroyed. A constant reminder of all the wrong he had done to Alice.
In truth it wasn't Brittney he was truly mad at but himself. He was vile and disgusting, the lowest of the low. He deserved to die but he was too selfish. If staying alive means he still has a chance to see her again, to touch her, to claim her then he will live. He will live for a day when he can be with her again but until then he will live hating himself for all that he is.
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The Bermuda triangle: The South Mermaid Kingdom
"It's beautiful, isn't it?"
Alaric commented. Both him and Cain stood in the depths of the ocean, underneath to castle laid a secret fortress. Standing in front of the very thing the south kingdom was created to protect Alaric ran his fingers over the ancient stone door riddled with carvings he could barely understand. Such an ancient language from long before him time seemed like a beautiful mystery he was going to stop at nothing to figure out.
Cain stood a few steps behind quietly observing Alaric. It was his first time seeing the man smile so much. Alaric was the strong silent type. Always cold, emotionless and ruthless. Unlike Cain he didn't even know how to crack a smile. So this right now was beginning to freak Cain out, he was officially disturbed. Worst yet things seem to be going in Alaric's favor. At this rate the right hand might really die and Cain couldn't let that happen. He had much bigger plans than to just let her die so morbidly.
With a light smirk at his thoughts Cain's eyes drifted over to the stone wall as he started reading silently. The same wall Alaric was closely inspecting unable to understand more than a few words. While Alaric was almost two hundred years Cain was just over one hundred or at least on the surface, in truth Cain was much much older. Those simply carvings were nothing to him. One particular sentence caught his eyes and a full on smirk grew onto his face as Alaric unknowingly brushed his fingers over those words and was sent flying back by some invisible force. Struggling to remain unknowing Cain glanced over once again.
Beware, only the worthy can enter!
Alaric quickly stood barely containing his anger towards the door before speaking to Cain.
"That must be the key to the other side."
Cain turned to him before speaking.
"So it would seem. You can't do anything till you become king though may be we should go back up?"
With a small nod Alaric turned leading the way unaware at that Cain had reached out touching one finger to the very same carvings that sent Alaric flying. Instantly it glowed a soft light under his finger tip. Just as quickly he removed his hand and started following Alaric as if that split second never happened.
The gates of hell was more than just a physical object. It can sense danger, peace but also an old master.
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A/N: Guys a double update ð
Sneak peek: More on Cain's real motives, also Jake is put to the test by Ambrose, more Jake, Emma and Ryder.
It's my birthday today so I decided to do something special. The second chapter was a bit rushed but I hope you guys like it.
Thank you all for your support â¤
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