The king had sent her on another mission, though this one hadn’t taken a mere few months on the mainland to complete. She hated how slow and meticulous she needed to be in order to complete it with success, for she missed her home, and her wolf, more than she could possibly ever describe, or even fathom herself.
Gerard had ordered her to cut all ties in order to detach herself from any other obligation she might have, while she went deep undercover for him. She’d even gone blonde for him - if that wasn’t loyalty, she didn’t know what was, but they’d needed to make sure she wouldn’t be recognised by anyone in the coven she was infiltrating. Planning had taken a good year before she’d been sent off to complete her job.
Usually, Eden was merely sent out to procure slaves, but Gerard had never been blind to the vampire’s other talents, and he had used them sporadically. This, however, was an extreme. The leader of this coven - a vampire more than twice Eden’s age - had managed to step on Gerard’s toes a little too hard, and the king wasn’t exactly known for his merciful heart, something Eden could strongly relate to.
Nevertheless, it had taken all of eight years to get herself so firmly invested in the coven, that the leader had begun to trust her. Fortunate for her as well, was the fact that he secretly enjoyed being dominated, something she had discovered by chance when he’d witnessed her with a young werewolf girl in the forest. She’d been in a firm mindset, and had told him take his clothes off and watch - and he had. It allowed her to take advantage, and after years of pushing his boundaries, he’d allowed her to bind and blindfold him. He’d expected pleasure, of course - perhaps a bit of pain. But he didn’t get to wallow too long in expectation, because Eden had him decapitated in a matter of seconds. She took over from there, hand-selecting a new leader for the coven. Someone she could trust, someone who would keep the coven loyal to her king.
And with that, she could head home. She’d stopped by the king’s mansion first, to deliver a full report of her success, and have a witch remove the glamour from her - turning her back to herself once more, and then she’d headed directly to Sirius’ home. Just in time to hear the smashing of glass. She tilted her head outside the door, her senses reaching out to find him alone. What on earth was he doing? Eden’s steps were careful, and though she had expected him to smell her before she stepped into view, he seemed a little too occupied with his own thoughts. She stopped in the doorway, green eyes taking in the scene before her.
“That’s not a very warm welcome…” she teased, eyeing the shards of glass glittering on the kitchen floor. In all truth, she was surprised to find him alone. She’d expected him to be covered in the blood of a half dead victim this time of day. From what she’d heard, it was all he did when she wasn’t around. According to the king, her return would bring a sigh of relief to quite a few lips around the island.
A mission. One fucking mission, that anyone who knew anything refused to tell him about. Sirius of course respected his Alpha and the King enough not to keep pressing after he was told there was nothing they were able to tell him. More likely than not they knew after a short amount of time the wolf would have hunted her down and thrown her cover. It was better in the long run even though he hated it.
Sirius had slowly gone a bit crazier and if he wasn’t already reclusive to the rest of his pack they probably thought he was a hermit now. He only came down from his hideaway for a fresh batch of those needing to be broken or punished or when his presence was requested by those higher up than himself. Luckily they knew it was best to let him have that space he needed, or he might go on killing more slaves than he already did.
He ran his hand over the back of his neck giving out a sharp hiss at the memories that were going through his head. Her scent, her voice the way she felt under her hands. It was all haunting and taunted him, no one felt the same or could take the place of his living dead doll of a girl.
No he didn’t notice that he had stepped on the glass or that he was leaving bloody foot prints all over his floor. He would have one of the girls or boys locked in the cages in the cave system beneath his home come up to clean it tomorrow before he finished their punishment. Maybe he would make them do it blind folded and with their tongues. He smirked at the idea of them having to lick up shards of glass. Sure it would make more of a mess, but it was worth it. They would possibly never be able to speak again, and that would make more than one owner on the island happy. Well that along with the threat that their new purchase could return to his clutches if they didn’t obey. Who didn’t want a silent and obedient slave?
That scent hit him again; he growled and slammed his hand onto the countertop. Why was it so hard? This was no different than any other night but that memory was worse now. It might have been that this was around the anniversary of when he last saw her. If he had known that night was the last one he was to have with her he would have spent it differently, he would have given her a better good bye from him, but no. She didn’t tell him, she was just gone.
“Fuckin’ bitch.” He growled out the words, only to hear her once again. His head snapped up to look to where the voice originated from. Shock temporarily came to those cold blue eyes as he look her in. Her face, hair, that body that tempted him so and was the inspiration to the nightmares he caused the slaves. He was frozen for a moment, almost in disbelief that she was there and his lip curled in a small snarl as he remembered he was mad at her.
That however was overtaken by the moment by relief that she had returned. Quickly he moved towards her only to pull her from the door and against his body. Fingers were in her hair as her face was forced to come near his. No he wouldn’t cry, or smile. He was still dealing with the shock that she was physically there.
“Don’t ever leave like that. Again.” He didn’t want to give her a chance to respond to him. His mouth was on hers and his tongue was forcing itself into her mouth. He knew she would probably smack him for this type of behavior but it was worth it to taste the sweet ambrosia that was Eden on his tongue again. He felt like a starving man who was finally given a scrap of bread, life was once again worth it. The screams of those who received his frustration echoed in his mind and made him shudder with pent up lust.
Eight years. Eight fucking years, was too long to leave her wolf alone on this island.
