She cries for wolves.

Perhaps he sensed it, but he was pulled towards the opposite end of the house. So he followed the urge and found himself in the far hallway and that was where he’d found her, it was a glimpse at first but the familiar scent brought Steven to a halt, the sight of her was enough to drive him mad. This whole situation was not at all to his liking and he’d be damned if he wasn’t allowed to look at her. 

Then his interest was peeked, she was holding her dress up and a sly smirk pressed at his lips. “Are ye ‘avin’ trouble t’ere love?” Steven asked, pale blue eyes running over her like she were the finest being he’d ever seen, which indeed was the fact, it was more a gaze of adoration and longing. It was dragged up from her body, pausing on her hands that held the dress close to her chest, before they reached her eyes. “I say ye’d just need ‘elp takin’ it off– t’be honest.”

Just because this whole situation was being forced upon them did not mean that Steven would not treat Siboney anything less than his mate, because that was what she was— his soul mate, his partner, his lover, and the woman he would be with ‘til the end of his days. The fact that her parents were horrible individuals and that Kyland had not let Steven simply fight for her was beyond him, but Steven understood in some respect, Kyland was trying to avoid war. Not that Kyland was weak by any means, the two men had been through the blood wars and back again, if Kyland were to step down as Alpha or was out for the time being, it was Steven who would take over, as Beta.

But her heart swiftly demolished any logical argument she may have had, and she gave in, waiting for him to approach her. What was the harm in just letting him speak to her anyway? That line of thinking would prove to be her doom, however, because a moment later, when he spoke? Fuck, just hearing his voice sent a sharp shiver down along her spine. 

She turned her sharp gaze to him immediately, her fingers gripping harder at the fabric of her dress as she soon as she saw him. Siboney had always hated her parents, but she had never realized just how much until that exact moment. There he was, standing there. Her soulmate. The only man she would ever love... And she couldn’t touch him. 

Swallowing thickly, the she-wolf gave a rather vehement shake of her head, “Ohhhh no, no. Not happening.” Lips curving into an almost playful smirk, she mirrored his expression, one dark brow arched as she saw him step forward, “I’ll be fine asking one of the girls to help me.” 

happy with any present as long as its chewable

very very excited to see you after any period of time apart

will lie in your bed and keep you warm whenever you take a nap

growls at jerks, may eat them

cons of werewolf boyfriend:

The tension in the air was a bit too familiar to Kyland, he, however, was more than just relaxed. That was something his father had taught him long ago when he was first coming into his Kingdom. Now he had a pack of his own, of great and loyal wolves and he wasn’t about to let a war start over something as ridiculous as old age traditions. The King could tell that Siboney was less than happy about being back at her parents’ home and in all honesty Kyland didn’t blame her. The people across the massive table were trying their best to be intimidating but Kyland had a leg up on them, sure they might have been around the same age as far as royalty went but he did not agree with that it was left to them to keep the pure bloodline going. It was absurd. 

With the smallest of grins Kyland nodded as they were invited to finally sit down, pulling out the chair for Siboney the alpha soon followed suit in sitting down. He had knew what this was about but he wasn’t sure if Siboney did, he hadn’t told her much, just that her parents had wished to speak to them both. Steven, of course, was appalled that he couldn’t come along as well– not even as the ‘royal bodyguard’. The least they did was leave him out by the vehicle, he’d been their driver. But since he was not a royal and Kyland knew that Siboney’s parents did not wish for Steven to be there things were arranged to keep him out of the home. 

Here they sat, postures much like those of dignitaries and royals, ready to go to war with their words. Something Kyland had not needed to put into practice for quite some time but by no means was lacking in skill. His tongue was forked and sharp, much like that of his mother, his father might have ruled the land but it was his mother that had taught him the way of words. Clearing his throat Kyland folded his hands on the table and perched forward a bit.

         “Before we get started— milday, milord— I would like to have it on            the record that any violence or threats towards my Pack will not be            taken lightly. I WILL do what I must in order to protect my Pack and            your daughter is included in that protection. In case you are unfamiliar           with me— I am of the Corbell clan, the ones who fought in the blood            wars all those centuries ago– Sometimes I can still smell the crimson           tainting of the blood– I’m sorry, I reminiscence too often. Now, shall we          start?”

Not one bit. 

As if it wasn’t bad enough, having to return to the Harrows family home, she’d been informed by Kyland that her parents had wanted to discuss something of great importance. 

The whole way there, Siboney had a horrible sinking feeling developing in the pit of her stomach... Whatever this discussion was going to entail, it wasn’t going to end in the blonde she-wolf’s favour, that much she already knew. 

With a cold gaze across the table at first her mother, Beatrice, and then to her father, Clarence, Siboney stayed completely silent as her alpha addressed them. 

There was the slightest raise of her father’s eyebrows as Kyland spoke, and he gave a rather audible clearing of his throat before he responded, voice carrying loud and clear across the room. 

“My lord Kyland, let it be known that your words have been heard, and the intent behind them very clearly understood...” he shifted forward in his seat, hands clasping upon the tabletop in front of him a moment. 

“As I am sure you already know, Siboney is Beatrice and I’s only child... And as such, is the sole heir to the Harrows family name.” 

The she-wolf stiffened, dark brows knitting together in worry at her father’s words. He wasn’t going to say what she thought he was... 

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Ships that makeup violently (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

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