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She was back. She was home. She was here with him. But their children weren't. Their children were gone, never to be recovered. It shattered Demonio's soul to know that he would never get a chance to father his unborn children. They would never meet him, never meet his wife, they would never know the world. It was a disheartening fact, but it was the ivory man's reality now. He should have never let his wife make the trek to Ludicael alone. He had insisted initially that he go with her, but as always Desdemona had managed to talk her way into going alone. Her husband hated letting her go out alone, the memory of her past solo outing as present in his mind, but never able to deny his wife something she wanted, he had caved and allowed her. And look what had happened. This was the last time she was going anywhere alone. Last time. From now on, whether she wanted him there or not, he was going to accompany her. He wasn't about to let her out of his sight ever again. Every time he did she got hurt and he was done with her being hurt. Not on his watch. Not ever again.


Despite having lost his children, he was rather glad that it had been him and not his wife had that departed from this wolf. He shuddered at his own thoughts, knowing that it was a horrible thing to say, but he had never met the pups, never gotten to form the bond of father and child, so he held no real emotional attachment towards them, therefore making it easier on himself to admit that he was relieved his wife had been able to survive their deaths. Wherever his children had gone, he thanked them for helping to keep their mother alive. Mismatched gems fell closed, tightening as he pressed his face into his wife's neck, breathing in her scent. God, how he had missed this woman. He didn't know what he would've done if he'd lost her...Morbid thoughts were pushed away, cast off. He didn't want to think about that because she wasn't gone. She was here with him. Audits pricked, twitching with the soft breath of his woman as she breathed into his ear, telling him that she loved him. Demonio pulled away from her neck, icy and maroon eyes opening to gaze at her, meeting her own charcoal and ruby eyes. I love you Desdemona, so much. His words were a pained whisper, a fresh batch of tears deciding to trickle down his cheeks once again.


And then Desdemona was touching her nose to his, bumping her head against his own, wanting his full attention and she had it as she spoke. If my position hasn't been revoked already as Alpha... I am stepping down. Tortuga never should have come before you Demonio, you are my sun, my moon, my stars, you are everything to me and I was a fool to ever place Tortuga before you. I am sorry my love that I have been so blind, but no more. You are my first and only priority, as you should have been from the beginning. Forgive me Demonio. I love you, more than you will ever know.He nodded in understanding, ready to deliver his own news in return It brings me relief to know that you will no longer have to worry yourself with such a tiresome position as an alpha, but my love Tortuga was disbanded. Many of our members left because they hadn't seen your or your secondary alpha Nnoitra for some time. I would've tried to stop them but I was too busy out looking for you to realize what was going on. I'm sorry... He trailed off, salmon tongue lashing out gently cleanse the wounds across her muzzle, knowing that the news of Tortuga probably wouldn't be his wife's liking, if she still held some kind of attachment to what was once their pack.





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