"Amara?" A deep velvety voice calls out, and I look up from the book I was holding, looking up at him completely confused. My head still slightly fuzzy from the book, as I try to figure out where I was.

"Would you like a glass of milk, love?" Alaricus asks, his honey coloured eyes twinkling with poorly disguised amusement.

"Yeah, just get me a glass if you're having one." I say dismissively, curling back up and hunching closer to my book again. He sighs deeply, mumbling something under his breath that sounds suspiciously like "the woes of being in love with a bookworm." I give him the stinkeye quickly from atop the corner of my book and he chuckles silently to himself.

"Don't you have some sort of paperwork or something to do, you're always lounging around here?" I ask mockingly, not even looking away from the book. A gasp rings out, followed by a shrill squeak that unfortunately comes out of me as large arms wrap around me plucking me up from my dignified position in the armchair.

Alaricus plops himself into my chair, placing me into his lap, his large arm wound around my waist, as I sit draped over him. My side cuddled into his warm chest. He leans in biting down softly onto my neck.

"You love having me around." He growls out lustfully and I gulp lightly. He ignores my reaction, leaving soft bites all over the sensitive skin of my throat causing me to arch my back, a quiet gasp falling from my lips.

He bites a little harder on the side of my throats, immediately licking his tongue over it leisurely to soothe the sting making me squirm in his arms. He flicks his tongue back and forth over the definite mark he'd created. Alaricus parts his plump lips, sucking on the skin he'd just bitten and I throw my head back. I push him away suddenly, swinging myself around so that I straddle his lap. A soft lustful smile spreads on his face as he looks up at me.

His large warm slightly calloused hands trail softly over the arch of my back, stopping to clench on my waist as I tangle my hands in his silky dark locks. Tugging his head so that he moves his face up and level to mine making him release a low growl. A growl so raspy and deep in its sweet arousal that unthinkingly I lean towards him crushing my lips to his. I move my lips against his, my body rocking ever so slightly into him and he reciprocates, as if our kisses breathed some sort of lustful life into him. Moving his lips against mine, he moves both his hands so they are low on my hips, his hold firm but gentle. His hips begin to rock under my own eliciting a sharp gasp from me. His large hard bulge grounding into me making my eyes fly open, and I look at him, my shock giving way to longing as my eyes meet his hooded lustful honey golden gaze. My head falls back, a low moan escaping my parted lips, but Alaricus doesn't allow for the room between us to last for long. His hands leave my hips but his stay rocking against mine, and slowly mine begin to move on their own accord.

Alaricus holds the back of my head, bringing me forth to meet his lips again. He nibbles on my bottom lip gently waiting for my lips to part before he pushes his warm tongue in. It messages against mine gently, as they dance to their own rhythmic tune. Alaricus moves his arms to wrap them around me, until I feel completely surrounded by him, enveloped by his heat, submerged deeply within him. His scent all I could smell, his name all I could remember, his body all I could feel.

A husky growled moan escapes him as I pull apart from his lips enough to take a deep breath, making my lips curve up. His lips seek mine again and I peck them, before moving down the strong curve of his jaw, to his strong tan throat. I press open mouthed kisses to it, licking over his smooth skin, before giving into temptation and biting down on it softly and a broken groan escapes him at my actions.

"I love you." He pants as I alternate between licking and sucking the skin, giving him my own little mark. Opening up the top few buttons of his shirt I spread my hands over the wide expanse of his chest, my hands looking luminescently pale resting on his broad tan chest. I gaze up into Alaricus' eyes to see him looking at me through his darkened aroused honey eyes. Unable to break his gaze I lean forward pressing an open mouthed kiss to his chest. His hips ground up hopelessly as he feels my hot mouth against his skin. I trail kisses all over his chest, taking my sweet time above the skin underneath which I can hear his strong and steady heartbeat. I close my eyes as I hover over the strong rhythmic beat, wanting to memorize it.

"I love you too." I reply to him, pressing a soft kiss to his collarbone, before wrapping my arms around his neck and snuggling into his warmth.

"D-do you still want the milk?" He asks and I giggle.

"Sure." I say pecking his lips deeply before getting off of his lap so that he can finally get to the kitchen and that glass of milk he's been contemplating having since dinner.

He gets up but I hook my fingers into the loop of his well fitted pants stopping him.

"Think twice before you call someone a bookworm next time." I say looking up at him, my lips twisting up into a smirk as his eyes widen at my words. I pick up the book settling back into the armchair. He opens and closes his mouth soundlessly for a moment before turning and walking out of the room a little unsurely.

I sigh heavily, having lost my focus and the novel far too great to not have my full attention I set it down beside me. Getting up from my spot on the armchair I make my way to the shelves, trailing my fingers over the covers of the historical section. I personally preferred fiction but history too had always intrigued me. I hadn't particularly enjoyed learning of werewolf history in the past, but perhaps now it would be different. I wanted to learn more about Alaricus. There were no significant records of him in most historical books but surely his library had some. In classes he wasn't something the teachers had liked to discuss, perhaps due to the fact that he didn't live by the average pack lifestyle. Due to his strength, none of the discontented wolves were able to express their concerns.

I grabbed one of the older looking books, the title nothing I'd ever seen or heard of before, "The Descent of the Primal Era" Grabbing it out of its place on the shelf I made my way carefully back to my armchair. Settling down I placed the book in my lap, swiping my palm over the cover of the book, wiping off the light layer of dust that covers it. I open it carefully, the ancient paper fragile beneath my fingertips, the pages yellow but otherwise in perfect condition.

I scan my eyes over the subtitles of chapters, flipping through it distractedly. Flipping another page my eyes narrow as I see the frayed remains of pages that have clearly been ripped from their rightful place. Flattening my lap, I flatten the ripped fragments of paper left, blinking in confusion as I see fragments of what would seem like Alaricus' names along with other words that I can't quite make out.

"I grabbed you some cookies as well love, they're a fresh batch, they're training some new chefs." Alaricus says walking back into the library, he sets the cookies and glasses of milk down on the table near the fireplace.

"Alaricus what happened to this book?" I ask, and a crease forms between his brows as he makes he way towards me, wrapping his arm around me to look over my shoulder as he sits on the arm of my chair. His face falls slightly but other than that he seems to have no reaction.

"I'm not sure." He says and I look at him raising a brow. Alaricus was overprotective of his books it was unbelievable someone could have just ripped some pages out.

"So it's a coincidence that the pages that mention you are ripped out? I'd heard you'd had all books mentioning you destroyed but I didn't believe it." I say, I had decided to completely ignore all the rumours I'd heard of him and learn about him through the best source, he himself. He looks at me quietly not saying a word to affirm or cast aside my claims.

"Is this what Eros talks about, me finding out something that'll make me leave you, is that what's ripped out of the book?" I ask, and he continues to stare at me in silence not uttering a word and I'm just about to give up when he gives me a small sharp nod in reply. His honey eyes completely closed off blank, but as I sit up on my hunches to get closer to him, nearly completely concealed within those eyes is a deep set fear. He was absolutely terrified of something.

"Alaricus there will always be this barrier between us unless you tell me. You know everything about me, and I wish to know everything about you." I say and he licks his lips avoiding meeting my gaze.

"If you won't tell me I'll just ask Eros during the next full moon." I say, going to sit up but Alaricus grabs onto my forearm, gently pushing me to sit back down.

"I'd rather you hear it from me." He says solemnly and I nod.

Alaricus turns away and I look up in confusion had he changed his mind that fast, but then he grabs the arm chair that sits across the table dragging it so it rests right before the one I'm perched on. Alaricus finally looks up, and a silent gasp falls from my parted lips as I see his honey eyes bloodshot and watery. I shoot forward to the edge of the large armchair, grasping his face within my hands, I raise it, pressing a soft kiss to his lips. I pull away from him, our lips only a breath away as I rest my forehead against his.

"What's wrong?" I breathe softly.

"You're gonna leave me once you find out what I've done." He says softly his voice cracking and I shake my head.

"I'm never gonna leave you, I love you Alaricus, I just want to know every part of you. I believe you're a good man, from what I know, from what I've seen you are a good man, and I love you for it. No matter what you tell me I'll always love you. I know your past is dark, and that's okay. I won't leave you, ever." I tell him and he looks up trying to give me a small smile but still he looks hopeless.

"Centuries ago, werewolves didn't rule, I'm sure you know that though. But the times I was raised in were times before the humans ruled too. Like there is no trace of my beginnings and history, there is also none of these creatures that ruled the earth then. Do you know what pythonissams are?" Alaricus asks and I shake my head.

"They're supposedly what you'd think of to be a witch for lack of a better description. But they were far more powerful and respected. They ruled the very earth, living in tribes so to speak. I'm not a natural born werewolf, I was born a human, to a human mother and father. But my mother wasn't the average woman, she was the concubine of the king of our people. To pythonissams, the power is all in the mind, so unlike werewolves where men are stronger, the women were stronger. Unlike the werewolves where both genders can be Alphas, only female pythonissams were the rulers. The males didn't have even nearly as much power. It had always been that way." Alaricus says looking to me to ensure I was keeping up with him.

"The queen was one of the most powerful but her downfall was the king, she was completely in love with him, and he, he was infatuated with my mother. All woman in our kingdom had light coloured hair, brightly coloured eyes, but my mother the daughter of a middle eastern women and a peasant from our tribe, had gotten her mother's looks and her father's tanned skin. She was beautiful, and the king thought so too. He bought her forcefully from her parents, a dark flower in his garden of light he'd called her." His eyes darken as he speaks, this infatuation of the king to his mother able to anger him even years after.

I listen intently, entranced by every word he speaks, finally seeing this other part of Alaricus was something I'd always wanted but feared I'd never get.