After eating an unhealthy amount of food, Zira made her rounds to speak with as many pack members as she could. Thanking them for their support and listening to their pleas. It was refreshing to hear other people’s problems. She sat back down and watched the dance floor. Isaiah and Percy were dancing with Arias, throwing him back and forth while he squealed for them to do it again. After a while, Isaiah came back to the table as, one by one, Alphas and Lunas from the surrounding packs visited the table to give their congratulations before placing the gifts on the table.
Blaze and Celeste, who was now pregnant, dropped off their gifts and came to their table. Zira stood to give Blaze a hug and, without warning, gave him a lingering kiss on the mouth. The dragon was caught by surprise as his skin reverberated the colors of his scales from his head to his toes. Blaze could see Celeste’s reaction and moved before she could do anything.
“Calm yourself,” he said, grabbing Celeste’s hands and looking at Zira with an amusing eyebrow raise. “What…was that for?”
Zira sat down in Isaiah’s lap, wrapping her arms possessively around Isaiah’s neck. “Oh, just a little payback. We should be even now, Celeste.”
Celeste huffed as a puff of smoke came out of her mouth as she crossed her arms. “My kiss was definitely longer and way hotter than yours. Isn’t that right, Alpha Isaiah?”
“Maybe we should try that again,” Blaze teased, while a growl trickled from Isaiah’s mouth and Celeste swiped his shoulder. “What? I don’t think they have a problem with sharing, right,” he grinned.
Before Isaiah could say anything, Zira interrupted them. “Thank you, Blaze. As always, you say too much.”
“No need to worry, Alpha. We just came over to bid you goodbye. Celeste needs to nest soon and she’s getting cranky.”
“I’m not cranky,” Celeste snapped as Blaze raised an eyebrow at her. She crossed her arms. “I’m just tired,” she said through her teeth.
“I understand. Still, I’m glad you made time to come,” Zira said with a smile. “Blaze, I…” Zira felt Isaiah tighten his grip on her thigh and smiled. “...we will see you next month to talk about the other eggs.”
“Oh, I look forward to it,” Blaze bowed. “I will leave Igor in your hands until then.”
They walked away as Zira watched Hunter, Junior, Igor, and Ashlee for a few minutes, having a family snowball fight. After the battle, Hunter and Igor were bonded like war buddies, but Igor was still a baby dragon and couldn’t shift from his dragon form. It crushed both of them when Blaze took him back to Dragon Reign to teach him and, until now, Hunter moped around the packhouse as if his best friend had died. It took some epic pleading to get Ashlee to agree to house Igor whenever he visited. She fought it for a while, not wanting a dragon near her precious baby boy, but now, they couldn’t have been happier.
Zed and Mary were stuck in a corner, snuggling. After helping deliver two babies, Mary decided to start working in the hospital, which made Zelda, Zira’s mother, happy that someone was following in her footsteps. They did some research and found out Zira’s dad was a descendant of Niamh and Faulkner of all people. After the tragedy with his brother, Faulkner distanced himself from his family because of the shame he felt about Finnick. So, no one except for their father’s great-grandmother knew about Faulkner’s true identity and she kept it all the way to the grave.
“I’ve got a surprise for you,” Isaiah whispered to her.
Zira smiled and wiggled in his lap. “It’s not a surprise if I can feel it, Isaiah.”
“Not that you goof,” he laughed.
Zira looked at him sideways with a curious look. “Then, tell me.”
Isaiah shook his head slowly while she frowned and, even then, she was adorable. He’s been building up for this surprise for the past couple of weeks. Trying to wrap his head around the ordeal. A crash interrupted what he was about to say. He sighed as he stood them both up.
“I’m going to guess that’s my mother. She’s been hassling the kitchen to make her special tea after I told them to cut her off. Meet me in the room,” he smiled, planting a fast kiss on her lips before leaving.
Isaiah left to help his mother who was yelling at people to enjoy their life with their loved ones while they could. Isaiah ushered her into the packhouse along with Percy, who was taking Arias to the potty. Zira followed them and retired to the Alpha's room, which was now her room as well. She walked out to the balcony looking at everyone still having fun below.
Glancing over the crowd she saw Lana dancing and it was the first time Zira had seen her smile genuinely. It could also be due to the fact that her mate was there and not trying to kill her this time around. After everything was said and done, Lana explained everything that happened to the white wolves, including why she kept a secret lab behind the library. It took a while, but Lily finally came around to giving her a second chance.
After the battle and as a show of good faith, the Alpha King didn’t execute Clary and the other white wolves involved. He felt he had failed them from the beginning as their Alpha King and planned to do better. He officially made Lana one of the Elders to represent all white wolves. As for Clary and the other white wolves, they were still punished for their crimes and stripped of their powers with the help of Zira. It was either that or death and, seeing all the damage done, Clary wanted to live to make sure the Alpha King does as he promised. Though they are forbidden from leaving the confines of the Lunar Pride Pack.
This day was almost perfect for Zira, except it was missing one person for sure. Isabella. It had been a while since anyone had seen her and Zira had been worried ever since she woke up from her coma. Two months ago, she tried to convince Isaiah to go with her to look for Isabella, but he waved it off saying she didn’t want anyone to come after her. True, that was her last message to them, but it just didn’t seem right, and something was bugging her about the whole thing. Before she could dwell on it, she felt the presence behind her. Percy wrapped his arms around her waist as she leaned back into his embrace.
“Of course, while everyone is having fun, you’re up here plotting something,” he said, giving her a kiss on his mark on her neck. “What’s going on in that head of yours?”
“Nothing that can’t wait for another day. Arias?”
“Down for the night. Along with Luna Bella,” Percy laughed. “Is there anything you want to do right now?”
“I could think of a few things,” Nina cooed in the back of her mind. “It requires fewer clothes and more moaning.”
Percy laughed, hearing Nina’s thoughts through their bond. Not that she was trying to hide them. Zira just rolled her eyes, shaking her head at Nina.
“What,” Nina growled. “It’s not uncommon to feel this way about your mate. Despite the Alpha’s hesitation, Percy and Theo are mine just the same.”
“That I can agree on. I enjoy the fact that you are mine,” Zira said.
Percy closed his eyes for a moment to revel in her presence and words. It had been a long, long time since someone had said that to him. “Say that again,” he whispered.
Zira turned around in his embrace and pulled his face close enough for her lips to brush his as she whispered. “You…are…mine.”
His lips crashed against hers with a force that pushed her back against the balustrade. Her tongue moved across his bottom lip as he opened his mouth to let her in. She could feel the rush of his power washing over her, and she matched him. Their powers mingled as seductively as their tongues, fighting to overcome the other. Everything intensified tenth-fold, so much so she had to pull back to catch her breath. She stood above him as he gripped the side of her dress. Their breaths came in ragged as they looked at each other with the same shimmering white irises.
“Goddess, Zira,” Percy said, pulling her closer by her dress. “I want you.”
Zira sighed, knowing exactly what he meant. Isaiah wasn’t on board with Percy being her mate because of Niamh's binding with her. It took everything just to convince him to let Percy stay here. For the past month, the relationship was starting to grow on Isaiah, but his nature is still possessive. Zira rested her forehead on Percy’s.
“I know and soon. I promise but…”
“Tonight is his night,” Percy said, pulling Zira into a hug.
Isaiah was already in the room, watching them since their kiss. When Zira hugged Percy and placed her head on his chest, she noticed Isaiah near the door and smiled at him. Isaiah couldn’t help but feel an overwhelming love for her. All he could think about was taking her back to their bed and ripping every piece of fabric off of her with his teeth. Devon especially liked the thought of destroying something with his teeth.
Zira moved from Percy to Isaiah. “So, what’s my surprise,” she asked Isaiah, who led her to sit on the bed.
He began stripping out of his clothes until he was only wearing boxer briefs. Zira licked her lips, taking in every sculpted part of his body. “Ok,” she smiled, “I am liking where this is going.”
Zira stood and caressed the muscles over Isaiah’s body. He pulled her into a kiss, running his hands up the back of her dress until he found the zipper. He slowly pulled it down until her dress pooled around her feet. She was only wearing a halter bra and matching panties. Isaiah led her back to the bed and they both fell onto it. He planted hot, wet kisses down the side of her neck, focusing on his mark on the side of her neck. The moans escaped her mouth as he nibbled his way down to her chest.
Feeling a bit left out, Percy quietly moved towards the door to leave. He opened it and started to walk out when he heard…
“Percy?” Percy turned to look at Isaiah, who was sitting on the bed with Zira leaning against him. “Where do you think you’re going?” Percy looked absolutely nervous, looking between the two. Zira’s eyes were hazy with lust and Isaiah held out his hand. “Are you going to join us or not?”
Percy blinked a few times trying to register what Isaiah was asking before quickly closing the door and de-robbing as fast as he could. Percy joined them in the bed as Isaiah pulled Zira’s head back into a kiss. She could feel Percy’s hands roaming up her legs to her inner thigh until they wrap around the edge of her panties. He slowly pulled them down her legs and the scent of her desire wafted in the air around her.
Zira wasn’t sure how this was going to work but for the sake of having both her mates with her, she was willing to do anything to demonstrate the depth of her love to the both of them.
Her mates. Her loves. Together for the rest of their lives. For the rest of time.
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