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shrug.
“Maybe you could try finding some semi-complicated sex in the meantime.”
Kyran laughed. Generally, Lycans didn ’ t engage in casual sex because most saved themselves for their eventual marriages. Though he wasn’t a virgin, he wouldn ’ t risk the potential misunderstanding that sex might cause.
“Or you could try killing something,” a soft, feminine voice said.
Kyran and Ronan turned to the door to find their mother ’ s slender frame filling the doorway. She could enter and move freely throughout his compound, but only because she was his mother, and she had no designs on fighting him for his pack.
Her stride was graceful despite the small limp she had, courtesy of a recent and brutal attack on her pack. The Alpha male who wished to take over her region had paid for it with his life.
“What are you doing here?” Kyran asked.
“Ronan didn’t tell you that I was in town?”
“Yes, he did, but he never told me why.”
Erma sat in one of the overstuffed chairs opposite Kyran. “There are rumors of another potential takeover. I can’t risk entering another contest without aid.”
In takeovers – especially ones where patriarchal packs took over matriarchal packs – the overtaken pack was often relegated to nothing more than slaves, at least until they conformed under the new leadership.
If Erma ’ s pack was taken over by males, the females who were dominant enough to be an issue would be killed off while the rest would be forced into a Harem.
Although Kyran had never lived in his mother ’ s pack, he was well aware that should the Keowee pack be taken over, then the majority of the pack would be killed. In the Lycan world, it was a barbaric necessity. No one could rule a pack if those under them were in a constant state of rebellion.
“Why are they targeting your pack?”
“They want the land.”
Kyran nodded. Land, room to roam freely, was coveted by Talas. They liked to run in their animal form more so than other Lycan groups.
“Besides soldiers, what do you need?”
“Nothing, unless you would also consider a proposition from my Tepinok,” she paused and gave each of them a pointed look. “She is a few years from her Rut and seeks an arrangement like the one I had with Arik.”
“I will see if one of the pack males is interested.”
“It has to be one of you.”
“Why?”
“She requires a male of like strength. While they are strong, the regular warriors won’t work.”
“ I don’ t know anything about her, and you already know how Ronan feels about mating.”
Erma called for her Tepinok. “This is Marcela,” she said when a tall, lean but curvy female entered the room.
Her hair was dyed rose petal red and hung loosely around her shoulders. Though she was in fact a warrior that Kyran wanted in a mate, nothing about her spoke to him.
“Mikkoyi,” she said, nodding to Erma. “Mikko,” she said, giving Kyran a slight bow. Ronan she acknowledged with nothing more than a nod since they shared the same rank.
Erma looked at her sons expectantly. “So what do you think?”
“She looks like a fighter, which is good, but I don ’ t want her,” Kyran replied. Turning to Marcela, he said, “No offense to you, but I’m not exactly interested in my parents type of arrangement.”
Marcela glanced away from Ronan to smile at him. “None taken.”
Kyran cursed himself. He wanted an Aatiki, a wife, but the person catching his attention was someone he needed to keep his hands away from.
He looked at Ronan only to find him staring at the female. Marcela was likewise engaged, making Kyran a little uncomfortable in his own room.
“Ronan?”
He slowly turned his head away from her. “Yeah?”
“What do you think?”
Ronan turned back to face Marcela and smiled. “If it wasn ’ t for your desire to remain a Tepinok, I would welcome it. But I’m not my father . When I mate, my mate and any children we have will be with me.”
Kyran blinked for a minute
“Maybe you could try finding some semi-complicated sex in the meantime.”
Kyran laughed. Generally, Lycans didn ’ t engage in casual sex because most saved themselves for their eventual marriages. Though he wasn’t a virgin, he wouldn ’ t risk the potential misunderstanding that sex might cause.
“Or you could try killing something,” a soft, feminine voice said.
Kyran and Ronan turned to the door to find their mother ’ s slender frame filling the doorway. She could enter and move freely throughout his compound, but only because she was his mother, and she had no designs on fighting him for his pack.
Her stride was graceful despite the small limp she had, courtesy of a recent and brutal attack on her pack. The Alpha male who wished to take over her region had paid for it with his life.
“What are you doing here?” Kyran asked.
“Ronan didn’t tell you that I was in town?”
“Yes, he did, but he never told me why.”
Erma sat in one of the overstuffed chairs opposite Kyran. “There are rumors of another potential takeover. I can’t risk entering another contest without aid.”
In takeovers – especially ones where patriarchal packs took over matriarchal packs – the overtaken pack was often relegated to nothing more than slaves, at least until they conformed under the new leadership.
If Erma ’ s pack was taken over by males, the females who were dominant enough to be an issue would be killed off while the rest would be forced into a Harem.
Although Kyran had never lived in his mother ’ s pack, he was well aware that should the Keowee pack be taken over, then the majority of the pack would be killed. In the Lycan world, it was a barbaric necessity. No one could rule a pack if those under them were in a constant state of rebellion.
“Why are they targeting your pack?”
“They want the land.”
Kyran nodded. Land, room to roam freely, was coveted by Talas. They liked to run in their animal form more so than other Lycan groups.
“Besides soldiers, what do you need?”
“Nothing, unless you would also consider a proposition from my Tepinok,” she paused and gave each of them a pointed look. “She is a few years from her Rut and seeks an arrangement like the one I had with Arik.”
“I will see if one of the pack males is interested.”
“It has to be one of you.”
“Why?”
“She requires a male of like strength. While they are strong, the regular warriors won’t work.”
“ I don’ t know anything about her, and you already know how Ronan feels about mating.”
Erma called for her Tepinok. “This is Marcela,” she said when a tall, lean but curvy female entered the room.
Her hair was dyed rose petal red and hung loosely around her shoulders. Though she was in fact a warrior that Kyran wanted in a mate, nothing about her spoke to him.
“Mikkoyi,” she said, nodding to Erma. “Mikko,” she said, giving Kyran a slight bow. Ronan she acknowledged with nothing more than a nod since they shared the same rank.
Erma looked at her sons expectantly. “So what do you think?”
“She looks like a fighter, which is good, but I don ’ t want her,” Kyran replied. Turning to Marcela, he said, “No offense to you, but I’m not exactly interested in my parents type of arrangement.”
Marcela glanced away from Ronan to smile at him. “None taken.”
Kyran cursed himself. He wanted an Aatiki, a wife, but the person catching his attention was someone he needed to keep his hands away from.
He looked at Ronan only to find him staring at the female. Marcela was likewise engaged, making Kyran a little uncomfortable in his own room.
“Ronan?”
He slowly turned his head away from her. “Yeah?”
“What do you think?”
Ronan turned back to face Marcela and smiled. “If it wasn ’ t for your desire to remain a Tepinok, I would welcome it. But I’m not my father . When I mate, my mate and any children we have will be with me.”
Kyran blinked for a minute
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