Lycan Alpha Claim 3 (25 page)

William watched her pace, her unease a contagious thing. Finally, he could bear it no more. “What is it? What is troubling you?” His arms were crossed, his face in shadows as he leaned against the wall in her chamber. She took in his form, his athletic build accentuated by the casual attire. His tight black T-shirt stretched across a broadly muscled chest, black sweatpants hugged hips and legs finely honed by exercise and the perfection of what he was.

Julia stopped. Looking at him she felt the pull there between them, like a rope of warm taffy, always taut, never breaking. She felt dumb explaining it. “I know that the exercise is good.” His expression encouraged her and she realized she was starting to care a little for William. She didn't know how she felt about it. But after almost eighteen months, he and Claire were really all the contact she had.

She went on, stumbling over the next part, “Before the thing... happened.” Julia flicked her eyes to his.

William knew she meant Jason's death.

She swallowed and he waited in pregnant silence. “I felt a sense of...”

He arched his eyebrows. “Foreboding?” he intuited.

She nodded, relieved he understood. “Yes.”

He straightened. “You sense that now?”

She nodded again, it was a vibration in her body, humming in an ominous way she hated. And the headaches were back.

Turning, she walked toward him voluntarily for the first time.

William watched her come, a graceful slow-burning flame, eyes and hair a liquid gold that ignited a torch within his soul. He stuffed his emotions deep inside, giving her his pleasantly neutral face. It was something that was now a daily challenge. Before, it had been made easier by her indifference. He did not feel that from her right now, in this moment.

Julia came very close to him. Reaching out she placed a small hand on his arm and he stifled the gasp that tore from inside him as their flesh connected. Her eyes moved to his. “I'm not afraid of you anymore. I don't know how I feel, but I know you'd protect me.”

It took every ounce of willpower not to touch her back, caress that face he had caressed mentally a thousand times before with his eyes. How badly he wished to do it with his hands. Instead, he forced them against his side, remaining unmoved.

“Today, I'm afraid. Even this near, this protected. I don't want to be with the Were.” Julia knew however bad this new life was, that the alternative with them would be worse.

William stiffened. “We would never allow that. They have tried for you twice, and failed. They would never succeed.”

She shook her head, the ginger of her hair sliding over shoulders encased in the smooth nylon material of her exercise gear. He watched the silken strands and wanted to run his fingers through it. The low light of the skylight caused it to glow a soft red. William suddenly wished he could see it in the sun. He imagined it would be quite red.

“They may succeed,” she said.

He looked down at her as she looked up at him. “No,” he said fiercely, his emotion overwhelming his sense. Wrapping both his hands around her forearms. “It cannot be precognitive. If that were so, they would have tried for you months ago, when you were more vulnerable.”

Julia stared at him. He wasn't believing her. She'd be given her nightly exercise, regardless. Maybe she had a case of nerves.

Maybe her unbearable loneliness was in the way. She felt the heat from her body warming his. Still, that small space separated them. She noticed his hands encasing her arms and suddenly her eyes were on his lips.

Julia's mind trembled at the possibility. Her emotions and intellect warred in a heated battle.

William felt her gaze shift from his eyes to his mouth.

He waited. She must decide.

He had never had a greater challenge, his nerve endings on fire.

Julia felt her emotions unraveling, guilt over Jason, his death, their unconsummated marriage. Missing him like a pit of misery in her stomach. She knew what she was beginning to feel for William was wrong. But she could only go on so long with the constant loneliness. William was right, he had proven himself. She was the one that needed to move on.

Her decision made, Julia stood on tiptoe, using lips that hadn't kissed in almost two years, she brushed a featherweight's press over the softness of his mouth.

Julia's eyes were closed, one hand on his chest for balance. She didn't feel his response and her skin flushed with embarrassment. She began to draw away.

Until she felt his hands move off of her arms and snap around her body, jerking her against him. His mouth moved over hers with a barely contained hunger, eating at it until she opened it for him.

He lifted his mouth just long enough to say, “I will always protect you, Julia.”

“I know...” she began but his mouth came down on hers again and she twined her arms around his neck. The heat that moved between their embrace felt overwhelmingly natural.

Too natural.

Julia pulled away just as there was a knock on the door and she felt his arms release her reluctantly. She watched William’s face as he followed the progress of her hand as it touched her mouth, swollen from his kiss. Bruised from his affection.

Guilt assailed her. “Come in,” she said, relieved for the interruption.

“It's time,” Pierce said, looking from one to the other, sensing the broken tension like shards of glass laying dangerously all around them.

*

William

William was angry at the knocking, the sweet scent of Julia filling his nose, his senses wailing to take her, to make her his. Their first contact was more overwhelming than even he could have imagined. That she initiated it, that their blood share was all but washed away, made it all the sweeter.

He looked upon her as she pulled away, guilt and desire mixed up in her features. He had a pang of regret, then shoved it away. He had not taken what she'd loved away from her. It was the Were that had stolen her husband's life. In their haste to acquire her, they'd killed a Singer unnecessarily. It had been long, almost two years of patience and frustration. If he could finally be joined with her. If she would possibly be open to a courtship, he would not dissuade her. And his competitors were less.

Actually, the horrible attack of Julia had tightened things up considerably in the coven.

He glanced at Pierce, coming to his senses as if in a fog. He shook off the lethargy of his desire with difficulty. Gabriel wished for Julia to exercise, to be away from the coven. He did not think she was coping well. Even William had to admit that she was progressing better with the exercise.

Her words of disquiet were troubling. William did not assume everything. He wished to be as confident as possible but to discount a Rare One was not prudent.

William considered himself pragmatic. And ruthless.

Always that.

He turned to Pierce, “Let us take an additional five runners.”

Pierce's brows came together.

William answered his unspoken question, “It will ease Julia.”

He turned and smiled at her. She gave him one of her rare genuine smiles. He loved seeing it on her face and smiled back.

William wished he had put more weight in her comment. It would haunt him in the months to come.

Julia looked at William and was instantly relieved. He had not discounted her warning. He was more than a protector now. She wasn't sure what he was becoming, but in that moment a small space in her heart softened, a fissure formed, allowing William in.

CHAPTER 20

run

Julia wiped sweat of her brow, running with a thousand vampires at her side.

Not really. That's just what it felt like.

She'd told William that the Were were sniffing around and so far, nothing.

Julia was feeling foolish. She decided to tell him so.

She knew that they didn't need fifteen anymore. Five was probably enough. He'd smiled and kissed her forehead casually, calling off the vampires for the following evening's run. Her sense of impending doom had lessened.

It had been a full week since she'd mentioned her uneasy feelings to William. It was so similar to what she'd felt before Terrell went madder than a March hare, as Aunt Lily would have said, that she'd felt compelled to speak. Now, she just felt like a dumbass. Getting the vampires wound up because she had an emotional hiccup. Julia needed to be stronger.

She smiled at William. Julia thought there would be a ton of awkwardness between them but he'd been solicitous, touching her subtly day by day. A slow bridge of small intimacies were building one on top of the other.

She came to find herself looking forward to the subtle touches and glances, anticipating them. If anyone had told her that she was going to be crushing on a vampire two years ago, she would have written the letter to have them committed herself.

Yet, here she was. She hadn't forgotten Jason, but the pain was less acute.

Julia was also not certain of her path. She knew in her mind that Jason was gone. That this weird new life, however much she hadn't wanted, it was what she had now. Julia realized she needed to move on. A vision of Jason's face, once so clear, had turned fuzzy at the edges. She felt herself all at once profoundly sad again. It was not just losing him in reality. It was the memory of him slipping away day by day that tore at her heart.

William stood watching the myriad of emotions play over her face and having made a study of humanity in the past two hundred years he knew some of what she reconciled.

Damn the Were
, William thought for the hundredth time. She would have been separated from her husband regardless. However, his death had marked her. Even now she struggled.

“Julia,” William said. He looked at her, the sadness clinging to her like greedy fingers and thought that she looked so fragile and small standing there. The hopes of his race depended on a young woman barely more than a girl.

Julia looked at William and the blanket of memories slid away for the moment. She swung her face to Pierce and the other three. Julia nodded. She was ready. She focused her considerable will on the moment, not on the past.

They were deep into the run, her body singing in muscular tension and heat. The vamps were barely on a jog. Julia felt like she was practically sprinting. They used the steep hills of the city and climbed them like the Swiss Alps. An occasional car sputtered by, the gears grinding together in the ascent. When they reached the area the famous Nordstrom's occupied they stopped. The loneliest part of the night embracing them as they stood in a loose group. William grabbed the water bottle from a small backpack that lay between his shoulder blades. Handing it to her she gulped a few swigs, admiring the building. Cyn would have died ten deaths to go shopping there, Julia's melancholy stealing its way inside her again. Her face tilted to take in the vertical sign. It was completely black, save for the letters in ivory. She noticed it was lit from the sides, the characters softly illuminated.

William watched Julia grapple for a life that was no more and broke into her thoughts, “Let us go back.”

She nodded and was struck dumb with a pain so acute, so widespread she gasped and fell to her knees.

The five vampire took their eyes from their posts to assist her.

As Julia lay sideways on the concrete sidewalk, the sign poised above her head like a guillotine, she saw the Were slide out from the dark corners the city provided.

There were many.

Julia whispered through her pain, which she now recognized as an alarm come too late, “Werewolves...”

Joseph and Tony watched, alongside the remaining nine Were, as the small group of vampires allowed Julia Caldwell to rest.

Six long days they had waited for the vampires' complacency to reestablish itself. For their perfect moment of opportunity.

Finally, it had come.

Joseph took in the sight of her. The golden hair swept back in a ponytail, the navy athletic gear looking black to his wolf vision, so soft a color in the darkness he knew it was blue. He felt her awareness before she did, watching her drink water.

“She will know we are here soon. Be ready,” he gave Tony a significant glance and he raised the dart gun in acknowledgment.

“I'm not gonna fuck this up, I told ya,” he said in a growl.

Joseph turned his snout to Tony, their golden eyes locked on each other. “See that you don't. We won't get another opportunity like this one.” Their eyes held for two heartbeats more and Tony broke the stare, his status in the group firmly set at first. Not Alpha.

Not yet.

Joseph swept his eyes amongst the other Were soldiers and they gave him the subtle eye contact he required. The affirmation that let him know they were ready to battle the vampires.

On his scent command, they released their bodies from the shadows and stepped out into the open.

William knelt beside Julia, stifling his rising panic. The first thing that flooded his mind was her warning, nary a week old in which she had told him of her unease. He had listened, acted. But now he saw the alarm on her face and realized that the Were had chosen their time.

And it was now.

William brushed the hair that had come undone away from Julia's temple.

Tenderly.

He stood and readied himself for what the Were would bring.

The four that were with him spread and flanked his position. With a last look at Julia, he stepped in front of her. The look blazing in her eyes scorched a path in his mental imagery. What he had seen in them clenched his insides.

Trust.

Julia trusted him.

As he looked out and counted eleven of the enemy, he hoped that the sentiment was not misplaced.

Julia reclaimed tenuous control of her body and stood on shaky legs. She was fatigued by the run but was numb with fear. She backed away from the vampire that stood in front of her and her eyes met the Were that stood in front of them.

One in particular captured her attention.

The rapist.

Julia backed away until her butt collided with the Travertine façade of the building.

It was dark as they came, the streetlights illuminating the Were in patches of streetlight then disappearing as the dark embraced them again. Julia didn't take her eyes off the one.

He was the biggest. The most intense. She immediately understood that he wasn't the leader. Then she saw it. In his hand he held something.

A gun.

What? They were here to kill her? Julia was utterly confused. The two groups were not, however. As she held herself up against the wall they wordlessly charged each other, the Were making excited yips as their supple muscles clenched and bunched, readying to spring against the vampire.

Julia thought she'd just slip away while they fought. She couldn't be taken by the Were, her mind shuddered at the possibility. She began to feel her way along the building's façade, until her hand curved around the corner. She turned her face into an alley so dark she couldn't see where it ended, how high the sides were.

She stepped into the darkness, the war behind her raging in a clash of supernatural strength and will.

William advanced on the leader, swiping with talons that sprung from his fingertips in a blur of motion faster than anything he had mastered before. The pulse of his protection for Julia a thing that beat in his brain independently of his heart. The need to protect her was instinctive.

He saw in his periphery one of the runners fall, his gaping wound a hole in his body.
Still he would heal,
William thought as he leaned away from a strike and simultaneously punched a hole of his own in the chest of the nearest Were.

Fear gripped him. Julia was no longer a warm presence at his back. At the same time he saw one of the largest of the dogs break from the group and lope off to the side, a spider gait with fur, he pursued something else.

Someone else.

William turned in the direction of the lone Were just as Joseph used his half-wolf paws in a swinging arc, bringing them down across William's back, knocking him forward into a rough patch of cobblestone, revealed by newer asphalt. William’s hands bit into the unforgiving street as two more of the Were assailed him. They pummeled him into submission.

Before he lost consciousness, he tore the head from the neck of one and warm blood sprayed his face. He gulped without thinking, the grievous wounds inflicted by the Were repairing as he drank the arterial spray of the enemy. His death repairing the worst of William’s injuries as they occurred. A cycle of rejuvenation that was as old as time.

Joseph saw the vampire leader take the head off his third and howled. Before he could kill the vampire covered in blood at his feet Joseph's second growled, “Tony.”

It was enough. Joseph shot away from the vampire, his soldiers tearing the other vampire limb from limb in an hour when humanity slumbered.

While humans slept peacefully, proof of the battle ran in the city street, painting it with inky blood.

Julia ran alongside the wall, more tired than when she'd been running for exercise. The terror at being taken pouring an adrenaline nightmare in her body, her extremities numb with it.

She clipped her ankle on a pallet that was standing upright before she could see it and yelped softly.

She heard a noise behind her, the softest scrape and put on a burst of speed, her hand leaving the wall behind her.

Julia sprinted, the heat and lack of air in her lungs whistling a tune as she tore forward. Up ahead she could see a tall fence. Without a backward glance or thought she grabbed on to the smooth, circular metal fencing and jumped the first row, digging her shoe into the hole and climbing.

Julia didn't hesitate when the first piercing sting of something in her shoulder twanged and bounced.

When the second bit her in her upper thigh as she climbed, tears began to run down her face, the fence design in sharp contrast to the streetlamps that were beyond. The holes from the fence made shapes on her face, circles of light spearing her as she climbed.

She climbed slower now, she realized with soft horror.

Julia told her hands to grip the cold metal. Her foot missed the next hole and slipped.

The tears came harder now, dripping off her jaw and falling to the ground before her.

She stopped, seven feet above the ground, three more yet to finish. The razor wire at the top formed a spiral of hopelessness she couldn't overcome.

Julia's vision began to dim, the grayness of the night encroaching on her. She clung to the fence, her body no longer climbing, pressing herself against it, she clung.

As her legs folded beneath her and her fingertips slipped away she fell in a graceful arc to the concrete below.

To her death.

Julia didn't react when she heard the excited yelps and yips of the Were beneath her.

Jason dead.

William gone.

She was in the same position she had been when she started.

Sole protector.

Of herself.

Julia didn't land on the unforgiving concrete below, but in a steel cocoon, lined with fur and muscle. She looked up into eyes that shone like liquid gold. Her vision dimmed as she threw up her arm to defend herself in the last way she could before she faded into drug-induced oblivion.

Joseph stared at Julia for the moment of wakefulness she had before she sunk into the sleep of the drugged. His stony heart had squeezed at her weak attempt to defend herself against him. Did she not know that she could not? That there was no need? Joseph gave the signal to move out of the area even as he tightened his hold on the Rare One. They must exit. The blood drinkers would come en masse when the others didn't return with the Singer. Their margin for error this night was slim to none.

He ran, the light burden of the girl negligible.

Tony ran beside him, managing to carry out the task without a hitch.

Perhaps a first.

As he passed where they'd warred he saw the ash and blood lifting in the wind as a light rain began to fall. Cleansing the proof of their battle. One troubling thing remained.

A single vampire lay undisturbed, covered in his werebrother's blood.

Joseph faltered, debating on whether or not to return and finish him. His experience whispered at the possibility that this one would be a problem in the future. Then he looked down at the sleeping girl in his arms. He clutched her tighter. Better to fight the devil that you know rather than the one you do not.