The Delta's Daughter Chapter 231

MORGAN

“What size are you?” Zeenat asked me after showing me to my room. It was gorgeous and so modern, A huge king-sized bed sat in the middle of the wall with sheets that looked like they were made of silk in an off-white with a blanket folded at the end in greens and reds.

“What?” I said turning to the bear shifter

“You clothes size,” She asked again.

“Umm, I’m sure, to be honest.” I gave her a giggle. I had never worried about that Margarita always just gave me clothes and they always fit perfectly. When you don’t buy your own things and never worry about going out or getting dressed up things like your size just escape you.

“No matter I will find something for you, I may have something that will fit you.” I gave the bear shifter a skeptical look. Zeenat was tall and muscular and a good few inches above me, with wider shoulders and her chest was not as big as mine.

Zeenat’s brown eyes lit up and her lips curved upwards “I can find something for you, it may not be a perfect fit…”

“I am sure whatever you have will be fine. I am grateful for your hospitality.”

“The pleasure is mine,” her eyes gliding over my body “I will leave you be for now and come get you when breakfast is being served.”

I thanked her with a smile because lord knows I was starving. It felt like I hadn’t eaten properly in a week. Opening the door to the ensuite bathroom I sighed with comfort looking at the large tub and attached shower. I wasted no time rooting around for shampoo and bubbles for the bath. Starting the water and letting it fill up, before dipping my toes into the hot water.

I can't stop thinking about Kian - His golden-brown skin, locks of jet-black hair, his black eyes swirling with galaxies - about how he made me come twice. How he ran out on me. I get it, he apologized and explained. The look in his eyes, the way he touched me. It was like he knew what my body wanted. I had no idea what I wanted - now I do - him.

I can't have him though. He can't have me.

He left me there, turned on, confused, and crushed. I had no intention of forgiving him until I listened to him.

But that look in his eyes. Guilt. Underneath that guilt was a sadness and a want. I know he wants me, but if what he said is true - having me means he could lose his wolf.

I can't put him in that position. I refuse to be the reason his wolf is taken from him. Despite what I want and what I am beginning to feel for my wolfman, I won't be the cause of more pain for him. I refuse.

I dip under the water, sinking down into the bubbles and feeling the hot water ease all my aching muscles at once. My exhaustion lifted from my bones as I sunk down to my neck and closed my eyes with contentment blocking out all sounds and thoughts, my mind relaxing. 

In my trance I saw Kian standing in front of a large stone epitaph – I was sure I had seen this before. He wore a crown of gold upon his head. He wasn’t happy, the corners of his mouth turned down and his eyes, still black, held no shine and his shoulders slumped. He was telling me goodbye. I felt his sadness like it was my own. The scene shook and faded into another, this time I saw Finn, he was happy. Three children danced around him, two boys and a little girl with bright green eyes. The scene cut again. This time I was in some kind of religious house, the walls lined with statues of gods from all beliefs. An older woman with greying black hair stood on an altar, an oval stone in her hands. Upon closer inspection, her eyes were the same green as the little girl I previously saw.

This dream was different. The older woman’s eyes snapped to mine, piercing right through to my soul. “You must hurry, child. The sky god can no longer wait.” Her facial features morphed and in her place, stood a woman with white hair, whiter than mine and violet eyes. Not like mine, but swirling with a cosmic glow, her skin as black as Kian’s eyes. “I will release him from his promise, but he will never have another mate.” I furrowed my brows in confusion. I wanted to ask what ‘him’ she meant, but I think I already knew. All too soon the dream faded, leaving me to wonder if it was just a dream - or another vision.

The knock on my door pulled me from my unconscious state. Hurriedly I got up and reached for a towel, wrapping it around myself and one for my hair. The knock came again.

Without thinking I opened the door to find Zayd on the other side. His smile fell off his face and his darkened as he took my towel-clad body. I had seen a similar look on Kian and knew he was appreciating what he was seeing.

He cleared his throat and averted his eyes, “Breakfast is ready, I was going to escort you down, but I will send Zeenat in a few minutes.” He gave me a quick glance and then turned, his long legs striding down the hallway.

Whoops, I thought. Closing the door and finding clothing items already on my bed. I pulled on the pair of dark green cotton drawstring pants and a brown floral shirt that had been left for me along with a pair of sandals. The clothing felt weird as I have never worn pants before. Plus, I had no bra or underwear. Grateful that the floral shirt was thick enough and not see-through – hiding my breasts and nipples I made my way out of the room and found Zeenat coming down the hall.

“Yeah, not the best clothes, I’m sorry” She giggled taking in the sight of me. “I promise after I finish school today, we will go find you some clothes that fit and look better,” Zeenat promised, taking my arm and linking it with hers.

*****

After breakfast -which was absolutely divine and I'm sure I overindulged - Zayd offered to show me around the town and his Clan. I jumped at the chance to explore the town, after all, I had never seen the workings of clans or packs.

I was hoping either Kian or Zeenat would accompany us, but Kian said he needed to contact queen Lamia, and Zeenat had school. So that left me alone with Zayd. He seemed nice enough, but after this morning and the way he looked at me, it left me feeling a little uncomfortable. He had a very dominating presence that made me slightly nervous. I was becoming accustomed to Kian after being so close to him in the past week that, it felt strange without him by my side.

"A gold coin for your thoughts?" Zayd broke me from my obsessive overthinking, his hand gently sitting on the small of my back as he guided me down the town's main road.

We had a lovely day, Zayd showed me his home, the artisan shops, and the fields where they produced crops and introduced me to a few people as we came by them. What really intrigued me were the automobiles they had. Not an abundance like I had been told they were in the western continent, but quite a few. Maybe I would be able to rife in one. That was something in my bucket journal. To ride in an automotive.

"Oh, nothing, just taking in the scenery," I replied with a smile that I hoped looked real.

“Tell me about yourself Morgan,” I stiffened and halted in my tracks. On any other day I would happily answer Zayd’s simple question, but… Kian had told me to not disclose who my father was. “I know what you are, Morgan and who you are.”

This time I almost tripped over my feet, my mouth gaping open, stuttering to find words. How does he know? As if reading my thoughts, he bends down leaning in close to my ear, “I’m an Alpha bear, I scent your magic. I can protect you,” he says, and I turn to look up at him.

“I don’t know what you mean?” I try to feign ignorance but I’m not sure I’m pulling it off very well. We had reached an area that resembled a large town square with cobbled stone and benches. A gazebo sat in the center of the gathering place and people walked around. Lovers walking hand in hand some sitting on one of the benches eating lunch.

“When King Orion breezed in, helped my father grow our town,” he gestures waving a hand “All he asked for was loyalty and for us to pledge to him. We did. By proxy that meant we became allies with the Eririat Kingdom, as King Panja was his closest ally. I met your older brother about seven years ago. You look just like him.”

I was stunned and scared. My eyes kept shifting around, wondering if anyone could hear Zayd. This was not good. “And are you going to tell King Panja, that I am here?”

He laughs! He actually laughs a full-bellied laugh while I am panicking and barely containing my urge to burst and run. “No,” He shakes his head, his laughter dying down “My loyalty is to Hunji, I owe him a life debt. He saved me ad my sister when I was twelve. We were attacked by rogues – they set the buildings on fire – Hunji ran into the schoolhouse through the collapsing building to save us. Then after that heroic act, he went fought by my father’s side.” A look of admiration crossed his face, and I could relate. Kian/Hunji had saved me too. Quite a few times in the past week.

Zayd turned to me, his large hands grasping my elbows, and took a step closer, peering down at me. His deep brown eyes locked with mine. “I like you, Morgan, you are a very beautiful woman… I feel… drawn to you.” I swallowed hard my lungs forgetting how to work and my mouth became like the desert we had traveled across.

Even though I knew it was coming, it still surprised me when Zayd’s lips covered mine and he began to move them. It felt so wrong, the way his mouth moved against mine, the way his tongue searched for entrance. I froze, not daring to move, and almost sighed out loud with relief when he pulled away.

“You could stay here with me,” I slowly shook my head, still stunned that he kissed me.

“I-I would like to go back now, please,” I said stepping out of his hold.

Zayd’s eyes turned darker his face contorting into a frown “Is it because of Hunji?” He asked me.

“No, I don’t even know you. I literally just met you hours ago.” He was making me feel very uncomfortable and just wanted my wolfman where I knew I would be safe. “Hunji is escorting me to Mint, that’s it.” It was the truth, but I felt like I needed to tell him this.

This was all too much. I was afraid of how he would react to my rejection, and I was thankful for his next words – as short and monotone as they were.

“All right,” Zayd dropped his head “As you wish.”

We walked back in silence. Reaching the Clan Mansion, I was never happier in my life to be able to run back to my room and hide away.

I didn’t see Zeenat as she promised, she wasn’t at dinner either. I sat next to Kian, who kept giving me worried glances. My earlier interaction and the discomfort must still be apparent. Still, he said nothing to me. Keeping his distance as he promised. It was torture – craving his touch.

“Alpha Zayd, what can you tell me about King Panja and his sons?” I perked up when Kian’s deep and husky voice cut through the silence at the table.

“Not much. The King is ill and has been for a while now, so I hear. His eldest son, Rostam, has been arrested for treason. What he is accused of I couldn’t say, but it’s quite the scandal in Asiarian.” Zayd takes a sip of wine and I lift my water, all the while watching Kian’s reaction. It dawned on me that no one knew who he really was and that he would prefer to keep it that way.

I wonder, does he know that Zayd knows who I am? I didn’t know how close these two were but I hoped what Zayd said about being loyal to my wolfman was true.

“A scandal huh?” Kian feigned interest.

“Well yes, Rostam was going be crowned king but after the king falling ill and his act of treason, His second son has now been named crowned king, Farid.”

I watched Kian’s eyes grow dark, the white marks hinting to show in his pupils, his brows drawn together and his grip on his glass tightens. I hold my breath waiting for the glass to shatter under his harsh grip.

“What did the prince do to be arrested for treason?” His jaw ticks and I can see the bulge of a vein popping in his forehead. He looks furious as he asks the Alpha about his brother.

“That’s the thing, no one really knows. Just that he committed an act of treason and has been arrested for it. He has not even seen trial as far I know,” Kian bobs his head to Zayd’s words like he is letting them sink in.

I can see the cogs turning in his head. He will take me to Mint but I can see the news of his brother is bothering him. I think about my latest vision – the image of him saying goodbye – He was going to leave me he was going back to Eririat. I didn’t need a vision to tell me that this is what would happen. I could sense it, see it written all over his face. It was just a matter of when.

After dinner, I went back to my room and found a new outfit on my bed along with a large shirt I was assuming was to sleep in. I put the outfit aside and changed into the oversized shirt that hung down to my knees. It was massive and quite obviously a men’s shirt.

I was standing by the window looking down at the training grounds, it was only just starting to get dark when my head began to thrum. It wasn’t a vision, it felt different than that. I rolled my shoulders and neck trying to ease the building tension. When I heard a voice from behind me.

“Young lady, you must go Hunji, tell him my son knows” I whirled around, my heart almost leaping from my chest.

“Who said that?” I called out to nothing.

A soft glow appeared in the corner of my room and grew until the silhouette of a large man appeared. His form was hazy and not quite solid – I could see the lamp he stood in front of very clearly through his incorporeal form. “I didn’t call upon you,” I told him annoyed, understanding what exactly this man was. “Why are you here and who are you?” I shot the words out, a little pissed that this echo had invaded my privacy.

“I am Mondua…” I gasp. He is Zayd’s father “I can not stay here long, I implore you, to go to Hunji. Panja’s army has been called.” As quickly as he appeared he disappeared leaving me in a state of confusion and quite frankly freaked out. It’s something that has always bothered me, speaking to the dead, unless of course, it was my mother but even then, it was only for Orion.  His obsession with necromancy - twisted and scary.

He babbled on about how he was going to bring my mother back one of these days. He would tell her was sorry and how he would fix it. Repeating over and over to her as I held her spirit in our world so he could unload his grief.

Too little too late, he should have thought about the consequences before he killed her and took my mother from me.  

Usually, if I wanted to speak to the dead, I would call them forth, never before has one been able to manifest on their own. And quite frankly it freaked me out.

With a sickening feeling in my stomach, I ran out of the room and down the hall until I reached Kian’s room, praying he had turned in for the night, needing his comfort and to tell him that Zayd knew who I was and that his dead father just made an appearance. That and I didn’t want to spend another moment in that room alone.

I knocked on the door and thank the gods, he answered. Opening the door, I rushed past him and into the middle of the room, swinging around to face him. The words on my tongue died when my eyes landed on him in just a pair of shorts. His hair was still wet from a shower and beads trickled down the planes of his rugged and ripped body. Droplets caught on the scars that littered his chest and ran down to his defined abs. To someone else, his scars might seem ugly. To me they were beautiful.

I licked my lips at the sight, he growled lowly causing a shivering ache to pulse between my legs. “I smell Zayd all over you.” He growled stalking towards me. His words caught me off guard.

“What?” I hardly got out as his imposing form loomed over me.

“Take it off. His scent is all over you.” His chest heaved as he slowly stalked closer.

“No,” I told him sternly. He was the one who wanted to stay away from me and now he was going to try and command me to take off my shirt when I had nothing else but a pair of panties under it.

“And what do you mean I smell of Zayd?” I lifted the shirt to my nose sniffing, but all I smelt was a clean laundry scent.

“The bastard gave you his shirt to wear!” A continuous low vibrating growl emanated from his chest as Kian closed in on me. That achy need between my legs intensified and I could feel it fluttering through me.  We weren’t touching but I felt the vibrations right down to my core that wept to be touched. By my wolfman.

‘Kiss me' I begged him with my eyes, all but willing him to smother me with his manliness.