"I'm not glaring." He gritted out annoyedly as he looked away from where he could see Jason Grace walking with his girlfriend and their shared boyfriend. Vivian merely rolled her eyes in exasperation and gave her husband a pointed look. Lycaon gave a rather reluctant sigh as his wife kept staring him down.
Her eyes were show how tame in her stare down, yet still held a dark intensity that belonged to an alpha and a queen of werewolves; she truly was a woman who matched him in all of his dangers...she wasn't afraid of his precariousness ideals and his dark desire. No, Vivian was was not someone who was sculpted with softness and naivety. Instead, Lycaon's gorgeous mate was the daughter of the goddess of magic. Which meant that Vivian wasn't afraid of the darkness that people could harbor and the shewolf most certainly wasn't afraid of getting her hands covered in blood. Additionally, as a daughter of Hecate, Vivian already had a vast appreciation for the moon as it is apart of her mother's domain. Which made her transition onto the life of a queen of werewolves an easy one.
"Okay, I was glaring and I'll stop...Are you happy now?" Lycaon questioned his mate in utter exasperation. The brunette woman smiled brightly at him as she curled up even close to her mate.
"Very." She said simply as she rubbed her check against his shoulder and a delighted purr rumbled through out her. The shewolf was marking him with her scent.
His mate was quite territorial and possessive over him, which Lycaon found to be a simply adorable trait of hers. Possessiveness could often be seen as such a negative thing for mortals as it often spiraled out to worse traits and behaviors. But for werewolves, well, it was just part of the course. It was a common thing for all werewolves. Possessiveness, to them, signaled a deep bound and bound that no one desired to have broken. For wolves, they inherently knew the behaviors that were acceptable and crossing the line when it comes to this kind of behavior.
"Gods, you guys are so sickeningly sappy." Huffed their daughter as she made her over to the patch of blankets that were sprawled out in the forest that sat on near the edge of Camp Half Blood. Their daughter, Marina Wayne, moved to sit amongst the werewolves that were laying in the forest. Most of their pack was currently out with their pack leaders having a panic under the bright summer sun.
Although, the two second oldest packs members, were currently away from their territory with their shared mate. Apollo had whisked his mates away for a date. Lycaon wasn't the fondest of the Sun god, but he knew better than to stand between mates. Especially, mates with pups. By some hair of luck, the sun god was more bearable than he has ever been in previous millennia's. Lycaon supposes that maybe due to his mate bond and his forced time spent as a mere mortal with all his abilities stripped from him.
"Oh, please, you seen us be sappier." Counter her mother with a grin.
"Marina!" Yelped the youngest blonde shewolf in absolute delight as Veronica hurriedly scrambled to her feet. The omega, in all of her excitement, practically flung herself at the alpha shewolf. Marina smiled brightly as she easily caught the girl in her arms.
"Hi, honey." Laughed Marina with big grin. She hugged the omega tightly before letting her go. Marina had practically helped raise all the pups in her family's pack. It was traditional in that regard. The leaders of the pack always helped new parents with their pups. And, well, a lot of them were also strays that one of the Wayne woman or Lycaon had taken in over the last couple of years.
"Ronnie, why'd you move?" Questioned Benny with a low whine as he made grabby hands for his mate to return back to the cuddle pile that he and Cornelia were currently in.
"And you say I'm needy." Stated Cornelia with a slight mocking undertone. Benny rolled his eyes at the older blonde's words and sharply elbowed his mate.
"Bad mate." He said annoyedly, which caused Cornelia to pout against his shoulder as she tightened her grip on his waist. "And you are needy, so don't even."
"I can't leave them unsupervised." Joked Veronica as she heaved a fake sigh. The blonde smiled politely at Marina before moving to were her mates were. "You two need to be nicer to each other or no cuddles at all." Veronica scolded, which immediately silence whatever childish bickering the two had in store. Veronica was truly the hinge that connected her two mates. They all love each other, but they could often bicker like their already married.
Marina just smiled at the trio and shook her head in amusement at them. The dark skinned woman moved to sit on blanket that was closest to her parents. She glanced to her left to see two of her male pack mates completely knocked out and curled tightly against each other.
It was funny, in odd sense of the word, how she was the last one in her pack to be mated. She didn't feel a pull towards anyone. There was no one with a scent that drove her mad with want and made her pure instincts flare up.
As she gives a side glance at her parents, Marina supposes that maybe she meant to wait a few centuries. She supposes that she must have a fate that isn't that dissimilar to that of her father's. Maybe she had to wait and earn the right to have a mate.
Marina didn't really know for certain, but she was fine waiting it that's what it took.
DARKEST DESIRE | percy jackson | 𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙳𝙾𝙼 𝚂𝙽𝙸𝙿𝙿𝙴𝚃
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