Chapter 6 The hand on her thigh

• —Christian—
• The nonarch is an anomaly. A system cheater.
• We shouldn't be keeping her godforsaken secret. And I most certainly shouldn't be worried about how pale she looked after speaking to the elder late last night.
• I was on my way to Elijah when I saw her, legs hurrying away as soon as the elder left. Her reaction made me want to know what they spoke of.
• Fiona walks in, eyes unsure and landing on Elijah—it almost felt like an instinct for her and it made my palm itch—before moving to Elder Zach.
• Fiona is a mystery. She is a weak wolfless entity. Yet, I cannot help but feel that her weakness is a mask. A shield from the rest of us.
• The way she walks is ethereal, almost like she is floating. She carries herself well if one ignores the lack of confidence in her eyes. The dress looks perfect. Her body is perfect.
• Fiona takes a seat, sandwiched between Elijah and I. As much as I don't want to, I lean sideways subtly and breathe her in. The scent of her is strangely calming and satisfying. It takes me back to the first moment we saw her.
• On those flights of stairs. Her eyes were entranced by the sight of us. It took a while before the fear settled in, and she finally rushed away. Denying me the chance to imagine what her scent was like.
• I don't know why Elder Zach wanted her in this meeting but one thing I know, Fiona is a force on her own. A being to be reckoned with. Something I am suspecting Elder Zach might already know.
• “I don't see why the nonarch needs to be here.” An High Lord says on the huge screen across from us.
• “Indeed.” Chloe agrees, not even hiding her disgust of the lady. The witch never likes when we get female nonarchs given that Xander whom she is fucking would fuck anything with a pussy as long as it was calm and willing.
• “This decision also concerns the nonarch.” Elder Zach turns around and smiles at Fiona who returns it but I can see the slight shaking of her leg under the table. I can see how she is digging her fingers onto her palm.
• I can smell her fear and anxiety and it makes me uneasy.
• “Besides…” Chloe gives me a light glare. “...if we do not allow the nonarch participate in choosing the new location, how are we to bite off the rumours from the humans?”
• “I cannot believe those animal eating bastards compared you all with the demons in The Antique.” Xander argued, pretending to be disturbed.
• “We know you are happy Xander.” Elijah hisses.
• The Rogue grins, almost splitting his face into half. The Antique released an article two months ago commenting on how nonarchs are bound to die during our treaty celebration despite the warning prophecy we had.
• They spat on our tradition and said we were the descendants of the demons in the neighboring country. Made an exception for the Rogues by calling them the only real party that doesn't hide behind fine fur and retracting fangs.
• Which is an insult to Lycans. I have fine fur and I do not, and have never retracted my fangs. The Wolves are the hypocritical ones even though Elijah would argue differently.
• Xander has made it his mission to make sure he pokes it in our faces at every fucking meeting whether online or offline.
• “For all we know you could have paid The Antique.” The High Witch adds turning around to finally face the camera, her stoic, unlikeable face taking up every inch of her screen.
• He tuts his tongue. “If I could afford that much bribery, the Rogues would be ruling this country.” It was a slight insult to the witches but nobody commented on it except for a tiny scoff from Elijah.
• “Let's not forget the main issue. We cannot continue to instill upon Elder Zach.” Elijah, the always perfect, calm Alpha speaks, making sure his opinion and neutrality on the matter is obvious.
• “Fine.” High Lord Fardry spoke. “I was thinking about the Wolf ground.” He looks at Elder Zach. “It has been there for a long time. Perfect and huge enough. Besides, it has once been used in history.”
• The wolf ground produces energy that strengthens shifters and makes us more liable to spend a lot of time in our shifter form than human form.
• Fiona stiffened beside me as Elijah and I passed each other a look. If they choose the wolf ground, Fiona's secret would be out which in turn would put us all in trouble.
• “I don't like that place.” Elijah disagrees. “I am sure the nonarch doesn't as well.”
• “Who cares what the nonarch thinks.” Chloe mocks.
• “The wolf ground has been closed off for over a century.” The lady finally speaks, silencing the room with her vibrant voice. I wonder if it is something in her blood as an Alpha's daughter. “I wouldn't expect your highness to know as you are older in age but our generation doesn't do well with ancient equipment. The bathtub, the washroom…” She rubs her arms. “I get irritated very easily.”
• Chloe looked like she was about to say something but got interrupted by her own mother on the screen. “Fine then. We shall have it at the New Ground.”
• “The rogues are having their annual free vacation there.” She interjects, making the High witch raise a brow.
• “I am sure the King doesn't mind shifting it.” She looks at Xander.
• “The whole country is looking forward to it, your royal witchery. It's the first for the Rogues.” Fiona insists.
• Elder Zach slowly rubs his beards and watches Fiona with an interesting gaze.
• “I cannot let my people down.” Xander responds.
• “I still think the Wolf Palace is the best option we have at the moment.” Elder Zach suggests. “We can get renovations done in the main wing within a week for your comfort Lady Fiona.”
• Her anxiety is getting the better of her as her legs keep bobbing. She pressed her hands against them but it didn't help. If she continues this way in a room full of such powerful people, someone is bound to smell her fear and call her out on it.
• ‘I can smell her fear.’ Xander mind-links to us and Elijah glances at the nonarch. ‘Do something.’
• I place my hand across her thigh giving it a light squeeze, a form of physical assurance. The smoothness of her dress mixed with how soft her skin is has me clearing my throat.
• It wakes something in me. A feral instinct to explore. To know what she feels like. To hear what her voice sounds like when she sings, when she calls my name, when she speaks her mind, when she moans…
• I clench my jaw, the quick image of soft skin amidst silky sheets bringing me to the brink of transformation. It awakens my wolf. The dark entity rearing its head high sniffing around for the source of change.
• He pushes me to grip her thigh even harder and Fiona lets out a squirm drawing attention to herself. Her hands are clasped together. Her face is turning red and my cock is straining against my pants.
• She has a dangerous allure to her. One I hope she is never aware of. One I pray I can resist as I slide my hand up her thigh letting it rest there.
• “I… I would like to suggest the Lycan palace. Given that the Lycans are hosting this year's treaty.”
• ‘Fuck!’ Elijah curses through our mind-link and Xander smirks, definitely holding back a laugh.
• I am not sure if Fiona knows the phrase ‘Jumping from frying pan into fire’ but it is what she just did.
• Her suggestion is considered an abomination by the Elders and I wonder if she said it because the lady herself is a taboo like we are.