Give Me Love

And so the meeting would end and Demonio could stay no longer. Without sparing a glance at his angel he disappeared, a silent ghost among the foliage as he traced his path back to the den. Desdemona?s scent was pungent in the air, as if somehow in his absence it had become even stronger instead of fading. His stomach twisted, the organ that beat for her stuttering painfully within his chest, causing him to kneel to the ground in agony. His chest heaved, a quiet sob rocking his frame, unshed tears prickling his eyes. Why had she done that to him? Of all things she could?ve done. He didn?t care that she went to challenge the king and was now taking over the pack. That was insignificant. What mattered was that she had gone to do it without telling him. She?d hidden her intentions from him. Did she not trust him enough to share her plans. He felt?he didn?t know what he felt anymore. The emotions rushing through his veins were too jumbled to attempt and discern. He didn?t want to think about what happened. He wanted to sink into oblivion, to forget that this had ever happened. He wanted to go back to their day of sweet love making, when everything was clear and honest. But who was he kidding. He couldn?t erase this from his head as much as he wanted to. What was he to do now? Was it even important anymore?


Slowly he rose to his paws, his heart stills stuttering painfully inside his chest as he slowly ambled away from his den, the meeting replaying in his mind. He couldn?t get the image of Desdemona, his beautiful goddess, drenched in Kaien?s blood as she proclaimed her newfound rule over the Tortugan wolves. Each step was heavy; too heavy. He simply wanted to collapse and never move again. What was the motive as to why she hadn?t told him? Was there something else she was keeping from him? Demonio hated having questions like those running through his head, but what could he do? A small clearing came up ahead, closed off by thick shrubs, the perfect spot for him to retreat to.


The shadows of the clearing welcomed him with open arms, obscuring his ivory frame partially, allowing him temporary invisibility. Just as he was lowering himself onto the darkened earth, a voice split the air. This time it wasn?t calling to gather the troops. It was a sweet croon, a melody to call forth her twin, to coax him to her side. His body froze halfway down, twin audits rotating in the direction of her call. His heart leapt into his throat, stealing his breath. She was calling him. She wasn?t Desdemona the alpha; she was his Desdemona. His love, his wife, his other half, his entire world. Despite what she did, at the end of the day he loved her. He would always love her. She could up and leave him for someone else, break and rip his heart out but he would always, always love her with every little piece. And it was for that simple fact that he straightened up, his frame turning in the direction of the his den, limbs stirring beneath him as he began the trek back.


The slow lumber of before was gone, replaced with a powerful gallop, his need to see her greater than anything. His massive paws beat against the earth in a steady rhythm, limbs moving effortlessly beneath him as he quickly crossed the terrain back to his den. Her scent hit him first, filling his nostrils, his lungs until all he could smell was her. She was an aphrodisiac, one he couldn?t, wouldn?t live without. An obstacle of brush was cleared without a second thought, his massive chassi coming into full view of the den site. And there she was. In all her pristine beauty. Her glorious pearl coat was untainted, no evidence of the former king?s blood upon her pelt. He came to a screeching halt just across the small ravine, his hind legs digging into the somewhat pliable earth as he came to a sudden halt. His dual colored jewels, icy and maroon watched his woman across the water, his organ thundering in his chest, tail swaying behind his quivering haunches. What would she say to him?


Emotions battled for dominance inside of him. The earlier anger he?d felt had all but vanished, a sliver whispering its presence before disappearing. Betrayal echoed quietly in his head, no longer taking a place at center stage. Above all those, love took the number one place. She was his angel and there was nothing she could do, no matter how terrible that would cause him to leave her side. He would rather die first before willingly extracting himself from her side. He watched her intently, quietly, his bi-colored windows reflecting his internal sadness, his love for her overshadowing the sadness.


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