Prophesy 3: His Righteousness (The King & Alpha 3)

Now he was whole. And it had only taken a Volkov alpha, a demigod, and a fairy omega to make it possible.

The prophesy was here.

Macauley must had finally caught his scent because he rotated his large head in his direction and lifted his nose. A slow snarl crept up one side of his mouth, revealing a peak of a sharp canine. A low growl emanated from him as he got to his feet and shook out his thick white fur that never seemed to get dirty.

Instead of Macauley looking as if he wanted to mate with him, he appeared as if he was about to be punished. Adres did say that it was best if they kept their distance from each other tonight, but he’d changed his mind. A lot had changed.

Macauley’s body was massive, but his movements were sleek and fluid as he covered the few feet separating them and shoved his muzzle against Adres’s stomach. Macauley released a fierce growl that sent chills down Adres’s spine right before he caused the air to shimmer with his energy and shifted only inches from him.

With his forehead pressed aggressively against his, Macauley threatened him in a guttural tone that he’d never heard him use before. It sounded part man, part animal when he rumbled, “You’ve got three seconds to explain to me why you smell like another wolf.”

Cacat. Why hadn’t Adres thought of that before? He was covered in the omega’s pheromones.

Once Macauley had finished his dinner of rabbit, raw spinach and blueberries, he’d called for his mate, longing for Adres, for his scent, and his touch. Macauley had been lonely. He’d listened to his family and pack members enjoying the night and each other while he’d sat in solitude. Sure, he could’ve gone and joined in the run, and he would’ve enjoyed it, but it was what came after the run that he was trying to avoid. Shifters were free with their bodies, and it wasn’t uncommon to enjoy each other, especially on a night like this.

He didn’t think Adres would come to him, and now that he had, he was wondering why. Had his mate come to incite him to rage? Because he smelled like another wolf, one Macauley had never encountered, but one with a scent that made him want to smoother himself in it. Was that what Adres had done? Had he been too tempted to refuse?

Adres was far too calm for his liking. He wanted answers and now before he shifted and went after the scent that was all over his mate. Macauley gripped two handfuls of Adres’s shawl and yanked him close. He dragged his nose along his jaw and behind his ear, making himself mad.

“Explain.” Macauley’s wolf was going crazy inside him.

“I do not need to say anything.” Adres stared up at him through the material of his dark hood. “You can look for yourself.”

Macauley took a sharp inhale. He’d wanted back inside Adres’s soul ever since he’d tried breaking the wards of the curse. He hadn’t been very successful, but he wanted more. He needed that connection. It was the first time Adres had offered, and Macauley wasn’t about to let the opportunity slip by. He didn’t feel any of his shields. And there were no voids or areas of darkness, only a lustrous gleam that called to him like a beacon.

“Look,” Adres breathed, with his head lowered against Macauley’s chest.

He gripped the back of Adres’s neck. “Don’t move,” he rumbled. He eased into Adres’s core carefully, remembering how sick it made him when he encountered pieces of the curse. However, as he delved deeper, he was surprised at the comfort embracing him.

“Gods,” Macauley moaned as his energy was welcomed by a warm light that felt as if he was sunbathing near a lake on the first day of spring.

Adres held him close and wrapped his core around his mind, caressing his beautiful soul with his. And it was so far beyond that menial word. Macauley could feel nothing but immeasurable goodness. A millennium of righteousness that he was able to see as clearly as if he’d been there as it happened. He was able to see his mate’s past, all of it. And there was so much to explore, far more than three hundred years. Macauley pressed their chests closer, vibrating from the overload of sensations.

“Adres,” Macauley whispered against the side of his hood, rubbing his cheek along the soft material. He snaked his hand beneath it and cupped Adres’s cool cheek as he concentrated on more recent events.

He saw the moment Adres had woken tonight and how his thoughts had immediately gone to him. He’d meditated, then showered and dressed in his fine attire. Macauley watched it all as if he were standing on the sideline. He’d never been able to do this before. His wolf could only sense if a person was good or if they had evil intent. He’d never been able to access anyone’s memories and watch them play out. To see the truth with his own eyes.