Chapter 125

Michael POV

The more that I hear about Alpha James, the angrier I get. Being an Alpha wolf myself, I just cannot fathom how a man could kill his mate, his son and heir, and continue to participate in such savage and uncivlized behavior. How many had been tortured because of his dealings? How many were dead as a result of his trades and trafficking? My Shawna was nearly one of those dead ones, she would have been if she had not of been rescued when she was. She suffered a great deal under the unrightful imprisonment she recieved. While she has been healing, she is still not yet completely whole. She often awakes in the middle of the night, drenched in sweat, her body trembling. She doesn't ever tell me exactly what the nightmares are about, but I can guess. She cries into my chest until she falls asleep, but ultimately says she doesn't want the bad memories to soil our love. She is truly a strong woman. Still, she deserves peace. And revenge.

I know that Alpha James is locked in the dungeon. I haven't officially been released of my duty to protect him, so I make an occasional inquiry as to the status of his treatment and health. Although truthfully, I don't care. Today I called my father. I told him everything that I knew, even if I was bound to secrecy by my contract. No one will know that we had that conversation. I needed to ease the guilt and he completely understood. He made me hang up and call him back using a secured line, that thankfully, Alpha Gabe provided without question. I think he knew what I was going to speak to my father about. He gave me a knowing look and told me to take my time, as he left the room he had put me in, the door shutting behind him. He said it was sound proof, designed for high profile conversations. I believed him and so I let it all out. When I was done, I was shaking with anger but I also felt relieved. Relieved to have my burden laid out there. My father assured me that it was unlikely I'd have to fulfill my contract with Alpha James. He stated that he knew for a fact the council was likely to release me, should I ask. I didn't know what I'd do with myself, but returning home with my mate to my small pack in Georgia, that sounded amazing.

I've just gone to the gym to work out some of my aggravations on the weights. Beta Cody was there. He asked how I was doing, how Shawna was doing. I was truthful. That I was angry and that she's been having nightmares. That we can't wait for this to be over. He told me he couldn't give details, but that he was certain Alpha James was not going to get out of the dungeon any time soon. He told me Beta Roger had been here and was back at the Twin Falls pack, looking for proof of Alpha James wrong doing. He told me they thought Alpha James had been responisble for the death of his first mate and his oldest son. I hadn't been there for that, but I had heard whisperings and rumors. I didn't pay much attention to rumors, people were always gossiping. It seemed that some of what I heard was true. I had often wondered how he ended up taking back his pack after he stepped down and became part of the council. Now it all made sense.

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As I walk into the pack house and up to the room that Shawna and I have been given, I think that it might be time to take my little mate out for a run. She needs some fresh air, and it may be beneficial for her sleep. Plus, I want some privacy to discuss with her my plans. She needs to be comfortable moving to Georgia. Her safety, security and comfort is now what is the most important thing to me. I open our door and find Shawna sprawled out on the bed, in nothing but a pair tiny shorts and a cropped tank. She's napping, her hair splayed out on the pillow behind her. Her face is relaxed in sleep and she looks beautiful. I'm reminded of one of the many reasons why I am so in love with this woman. Without even trying, she's one of the most beautiful women I've ever seen. Her hair was silvery blond and she had grown it out long, nearly reaching her waist. I loved to run my fingers through it, the silky strands falling through my fingers.

I sighed and went into the bathroom to shower. When I came out with my towel around my waist, Shawna lay on her side, her bright blue eyes staring at me. "Hello," she whispered.

"Hello beautiful," I replied. Smiling, I dropped my towel to the floor and she gasped. Then she smiled. A smile that reached her eyes and lit up her face. I took that as a sign and walked toward the bed. I stood in front of her, in all of my glory. I was a big man, in many ways. Shawna as petite, but she was not fragile. She was strong, in mind and body.

Shawna rose to her knees and wrapped her arms around my neck, her lips finding mine in a slow sensual kiss. It was often hard for me to suppress my desires with her. She set me on fire with just a touch. As our tongues danced, I reached around and pulled off her barely there tank top. I groaned as her breasts pressed into my warm skin, the nipples rigid from the cool air in the room. I pulled her closer, grabbing her ass with both hands and hoisting her up against my body. She wrapped her legs around my waist and I could feel the heat of her core through her tiny sleep shorts. Without a thought, I extended a claw and tore her shorts from her body. "Hey," she murmured against my lips. "Those were my favorite."

I chuckled as I nibbled on her bottom lip. "I will buy you new ones my love," and then I laid her down on the bed. I placed her so her ass was barely on the mattress edge, then I dropped to my knees to worship her. My mouth found her hot wet core and I dove in like a starving man. I devoured her pussy, lapping at the juices that ran down from my onslaught of tongue. Goddess, she tasted amazing. Her moans only made me work harder to please her. I pinched a nipple in one hand, rolling it between my thumb and index finger. Her body trembled. "Not yet," I growled into her core. She whimpered above me, and I stuck two fingers inside, teasing her at the spot I knew would make her come quickly. I sucked on her clit hard and she suddenly exploded in my mouth, quivering and shaking. I waited for her to calm just a little, then I raised up and pulled her toward me. I held her in my arms, as I placed my knees on the bed, pushing us both back farther onto the mattress.

"Goddess, you're beautiful," I told her again. I lay her down and settled myself over the top of her, resting on my forearms as I stared into her bright blue eyes. I saw no fear there, no trepidation. Only trust. It had taken us a long time to get to this point, a point where she didn't get scared or tense up. Not because she didn't love me, but because of all she had endured at the hands of her captors. Shawna smiled up at me, slightly dazed from her orgasm.

I leaned forward and kissed her gently. She kissed me back and tugged on my hair. When I pulled back to look into her eyes again, she raised one eyebrow. "Are you going to make love to me Michael? Or just stare at me all evening?" I smiled and then seated my cock at her entrance. No way was I not going to take her up on that invitation.