#alpha!ilsa faust

“You know she got Ethan killed…” “Ilsa!” The comment is almost sleepy, Ilsa’s chin resting on Julia’s shoulder, her fingers curling around Alanna’s wrist as Alanna moves to pull away, offended enough to protest, her smile soft at Julia’s scoff of disapproval. “Ethan was always going to get himself killed somehow, probably was more merciful than he’d have had from anyone else.” Alanna’s tension fades and Ilsa fixes her with a soft look, her smile gentle even as she leans to kiss them both. “I told you she was perfect for us ‘Lanna.” Alanna sighs, leaning to tuck a strand of hair from Julia’s face, her voice gentle. “Yes, as usual Ils…you were right.”

Haunted House, the words should mean fun, but when Ilsa Faust slips into the house she knows is most haunted, it’s a different feeling entirely. Julia Meade, sweet, gentle, loving Julia, is haunted by the lost Alpha she had once loved. Heat had come on her, of course, it couldn’t give the woman peace, even now and Ilsa’s soul had felt the tug, her heart aching even as she moves to pull Julia closer, soft hands skimming over the woman’s sides, tasting the heartache in the woman’s soul even as they settle, Julia’s soft breathing hitching even as Ilsa takes her slowly, pulling herself over the woman even as Julia shudders. “Julia… look at me.” A soft request, Ilsa’s eyes warm when Julia lets their eyes find each other, a soft whine escaping her even as she settles further against Ilsa, her breathing catching as Ilsa’s lips close over her collarbone, the bite is harder than usual, marking, claiming her, Ilsa’s soft growl rewarded with Julia’s trembling release. She will never not be haunted by the loss of Ethan but she will never again suffer for it.