Everything ceased; the yelling, the growling, the panting.
Most of the men took a step back, while Tristyn only turned his head, his eyes wide as he took in an equally surprised Illyria. He dropped his grip of Keon and quickly covered the distance between them, pulling her into his arms. Illyria felt herself sob as she wrapped her arms around his neck and rested her cheek against his chest.
Illyria felt herself relax in his arms. His grip tightening around her shoulders as he nuzzled his face into her hair, sighing as he did so. "You're a moron Tristyn, why'd you have to hurt yourself?"
"Oh I'm a moron?" He asked pulling back until he looked into her face, "I was out and you decided to go on a rescue mission all by yourself, and then you bring home a stray," he sneered the last bit, obviously talking about Keon, who snarled in the background. "Hey!" Illyria scolded, "he's going to help us, let him. We need it,"
"It's Jess. My best friend, it'll give me some piece of mind to have all the extra help we can get." Tristyn brought a hand up and ran it through his hair, obviously frustrated. "Alright, fine. But I'm not happy about the Rogue Warrior being on my territory." Illyria's mouth opened as she realised who Keon was, feeling stupid over not realising it earlier. "and by the way." Tristyn spoke, pouting, "I thought I was your best friend." She smiled, brought a finger up and bopped his nose, "you're my mate, silly."
A few of the men sniggered, one of them making a whipping sound while another whispered 'called it' under his breath. Illyria blushed as she realised that they had their reunion in a room full of people. Tristyn chuckled as he pulled her into his chest, hiding her beet red face in the folds of his tshirt while the atmosphere began to relax.
Tristyn turned to Keon, who stood in the same corner with a blank expression on his face. "Listen here rogue. I'm not happy with it, but you can stay and help. I'm only doing this for her-" he gestured towards Illyria who stood with her arms wrapped around his waist, "and my dad. Alright?" Keon growled but nodded, his eyes softening as Illyria gazed up at him. "Don't fuck up." Tristyn spoke, pulling himself and Illyria away from Keon and into the foyer.
"Tristyn," Illyria giggled, finding herself pulled into his arms and carried, bridal style, towards his bedroom. Her laughter grew as she found herself airborn, before landing on the unmade bed, Tristyn standing at the foot with a relieved look on his face. Slowly, he walked around the side of the bed, scooting Illyria over until he lay down with her in his arms.
"Shh, go to sleep Ill, we can talk in the morning,"
"Shut up Ill, I just want to hold you," he whispered, his arms wrapping around her waist while his head nuzzled into the crook of her neck. Illyria sighed and relaxed, her arms wrapping around his shoulders as she shifted to rest her head on the crown of his head.
"Tris?" She whispered after a few moments.
"Mmm," he hummed, his eyes closed and his breathing slowing. "I love you," Illyria whispered, feeling Tristyn relax as he fell asleep. Illyria smiled as she brushed a few strands of hair away from his forehead. She fell asleep with a smile on her face.
Things weren't alright. Her best friend was taken, she was exhausted. There was a war looming. But with her mate by her side, she felt as though she could take on the world.
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-- part one-- The Warrior's Daughter and The Alpha's son; When Illyria is orphaned at the tender age of four she finds herself in an unlikely friendship with a boy seven years her senior. Tristyn is the next Alpha and Illyria his fierce little fri...