Teach me how to love

Alastor couldn't suppress the wide smile from dancing across his lips when he heard Manea's happy, eager whines into their kiss when he accepted her proposal. Of course he was going to accept them! This was Manea—his Manea! He would have moved heaven and earth for her, set fire to every world in every universe for her. He returned her equally firm, passionate kiss when she bestowed it on his lips, humming happily, a content rumbling deep within his throat. When their kiss broke, Alastor chuckled in response to her love of how eager he was. He was eager! He was starting the next chapter of his life with a wolf he adored, a chapter he had anxiously tried to start twice before! She stood up then and began to step away from him. Alastor watched her with growing curiosity, wondering if he was expected to follow her or something until she stopped a short distance away and turned to face him with a wicked grin on her lips. She whistled, and the twisted brute watched while her ravens delivered two leather cuffs to her.

Before he could ask a single question, Manea was already explaining things to him. Their ceremony would have no witnesses, just them and her gods. He would need to speak no words, a far cry from what he had been expected to do with Lurid. She did however mention a challenge for him, and Alastor's ears perked up at the mention of that. All she revealed at first was that, true to her family's nature, it would be less formal and more bloody. His grin returned to his face; he did love when celebrations turned violent. Manea then held up the two leather cuffs, showing off their intricate leatherwork and precision detailing with the precious stones. He stared at them in wonder as she introduced each one, the one bearing his flame-like brindling and rubies representing him and the one bearing the flowing ivy and amethysts representing her. Alastor was amazed. They were gorgeous! How long had she been working on these? When had she been working on these? He tried to recall a time he'd seen her sneak off on her own, but he came up with nothing.

Obsidian eyes watched while she slid each cuff over her ankles, the one representing her clearly sized a little bigger than she was, and Alastor understood why immediately. Even before Manea presented him with the challenge, Alastor had begun to piece it together. She challenged him to take it from her with a flash of sharp fangs in a wide grin. He would have to earn his right into the Mendacium family. and as her mate through bloodsport. She took a defensive position, shielding her cuff on her left leg to protect it, and dared him to come take it and claim his title, using what would be his new name to goad him on. It wasn't needed. Alastor was already preparing to accept her challenge with a wicked, deadly grin of razor sharp teeth. "Oh Manea, you've made me the happiest wolf alive today," he said with a cheerful chuckle. And then black eyes narrowed into lethal slits and Alastor lunged into combat with a snarl.

Big black paws pounded against the Stygian sand as he closed the distance between them in a blink of an eye. He lunged for Manea, paws open wide and mouth full of fangs open wide aimed to wrap around her chest and neck. He would try to grab her, either with paws or with jaws, and wrestle her to the ground. Alastor was the heavier and physically stronger between the two of them, and he had to use that to his advantage. If he could get Manea down on the ground, it would only be a matter of preventing her from wriggling away for him to take what he wanted from her. He expected Manea would put up the fight of her life for him and was already anticipating how to go about subduing her. After all, he would expect nothing less from the fae attempting to tame his wild heart.


"Alastor"