Page 65 of His Impossible Elf Mate
The call I was on would have sounded ridiculous had it not been for the recent incursions from the Northarbor Aviary. They were the loudest protestors over our testing of the beta gene. The aviary preferred the status quo for the designations and they hated alpha females, seeing them as unnatural, when it was probably alphas like them who had killed off the last alpha females.
So hearing there was an owl flying around our territory was a cause for concern. Hearing Tate say he thought it was friendly was just strange.
A number of scenarios flitted through my brain. It could be a member of the aviary who was looking for sanctuary. It could have been an actual owl, not a shifter, perhaps one who had been a pet. Maybe it was a messenger owl or a lone shifter.
All of those went out of my mind when I turned to see the owl looking at me. Those large turquoise eyes fixed on me.
No, that owl could only beTeárlach.
The strange bond we had pulsed with his nearness. It really was him.
How was this possible?
My worries vanished when he spoke to me, asking me to explore the forest with him. As irrational as it was, I would go anywhere if he was by my side.
Shifting, I joined them on the planter, which was not designed for our combined weight. It groaned under us as I rubbed along him in my wolf form.
Alpha. My wolf loved his new scent as much as I did.
He smelled so good!
I hopped down from the planter before it broke. All I really wanted to do was wrap myself around Teárlach, to roll around in that alpha scent, but we didn’t know if this was going to last, so we had to make the most of it while we could.
Leading the way into the woods behind the mansion, I felt Teárlach following me, the gentle breeze from his wings ruffling my fur.
Under the canopy of the trees, I took a deep breath, soaking in the scents of the trees and plants, and more of the gorgeous scent of Teárlach. An alpha. I couldn’t believe it.
I had waited all my life for someone to love like I did him, and here he was, proving to be everything he said he would be. All my hopes now were pinned on it being a forever change. That this wasn’t just one night. When the clock struck midnight, this wouldn’t be taken from me, from us.
We ran, or rather, T flew and I bounded like a puppy through the seemingly endless trees that bordered the Sweetwater lands until I was exhausted. We played, explored, and enjoyed this time together. Both of us as animals like I had never dared to dream of.
T followed me to the lake so I could drink from the crisp, clear water there. He perched in a nearby tree; the branches dipping low enough I could almost reach him.
My alter longs to fly again. Shall we race to that clearing?
The one where we had our first date.
Yeah, I’d like that. Catch me if you can!
I shot towards the trees again, weaving in and out as I dashed as quickly as possible.
Fun!My alter was loving this game of chase with our alpha.
It is, I agreed.
Wind ruffled my fur, and I panted hard, but I was winning. Until T put on a burst of speed and shot ahead of me into the clearing.
He landed on the ground, hooting in triumph.
Rubbing around him, I soaked in his scent.
I don’t want this to end,I told him.
Me either. I’m scared this is a dream.
It can’t be. I’ve never dreamed anything this realistic.
If this is all I get, then I’m glad I got to play with you in our alter forms. I’m glad I got to hear the voice of my alter, even if it’s just something I dreamed up.
