Lycanthropy
Chapter Fifty-Six

A/n: To brighten up the day of Beladiyameera, I decided to submit another chapter! Have fun! 💛

It was past six in the morning now, and we were sitting at the tables in the kitchen for breakfast.

“Don’t you fucking dare, to talk to me right now!” I heard my sister yell, while she came walking in, together with Berrant.

Berrant’s clothes were wet, he smelled like a dog and mud was all over him. He clearly had just arrived with Terrence after their walk to the pack, that took all night.

Apparently, Berrant has been talking to her, the moment he had come in with Terrence. Or she had noticed what had been going on, by the guilty look on his and Terrence’ face. Either way, she was completely angry, as she should.

“You knew this could happen Frida! I didn’t plan on this either, but I guess that it just did!” Berrant pleaded.

“Yes, I know, but you should have told me before you decided to kiss him in the hallways! You know I spend most of my time here!” She yelled, and I shook my head for the stupidity of Berrant, of letting his hormones take over in the hallway.

“You are impossible right now!” Berrant yelled.

“And you… just…” She tried to say something, but threw some buns from the counter, towards him instead.

“Is that all you got?” Berrant stupidly asked.

She opened one of the drawers from the kitchen counter and took the sharp meat knives out. One after one she threw them towards Berrant, and I actually felt sorry for him for a moment, because I know how good she is with throwing knifes.

Berrant’s eyes grew wide and tried to avoid the incoming danger, with no victory… She had managed to throw one in his upper left leg, at which he cursed her for it.

"Take this!" She yelled.

One grazed the skin on his face, another small one lodged into his upper right arm.

"And this!" She yelled again and Berrant roared in pain.

And when he finally decided to turn around and run away, she threw one at his head which he luckily did avoid.

“Coward!” She roared after him.

The knife was stuck in the doorpost now, and I smiled. Good job sis.

“And you! Don’t get me started about you!” She pointed at me, with another knife that she still had in her hands. Fuck, what did I do now?

“You decided to have a mate, mark her, and didn’t even bother to tell me about her, when you arrived here! What the hell were you thinking?” Frida now scolded me.

“None of which is your fault by the way.” She smiled towards Emerson.

“Yes, I know. That is all on him.” Emerson replied and pointed at me.

Seriously? I have both of the women on my back, as well as the audacious ones from my pack? I grunted in annoyance, as I have to deal about this soon.

“I like your sister.” Emerson said to me over the mate link.

“Yes I bet you do!” I replied and saw her smile widely.

Emerson is one that likes a good joke, and that likes honesty and straightforwardness. It was already clear to me that she was, but this just confirmed it even more.

“Yes, I’m sorry that I haven’t told you. We were tired yesterday. But we are here now, so care to join in on some breakfast, and maybe talk about your husband?” I said to Frida.

“Who? Oh you mean the lying cheat? No, the filthy dog has to wash himself first, with a bucket of ice cold water, outside. In fact, I’ll link him that, because he won’t be allowed to step into ‘my’ house again.” She said about Berrant, and her eyes greyed over.

Not sure if he was going to listen to what she wanted him to do, but I wasn’t one to ask right now. He was stinking like an ass, so as long as he wasn’t near me, I was fine with it.

Frida took a plate of food and took a seat next to Emerson. She was going to overload her with questions, I’m sure of it.

On the other side of the table:

“So you’re my brothers mate?” That’s how Frida started her interrogation towards me, after she had taken a few minutes to calm herself down.

Frida’s face turned on happy-mode again, as if nothing had happened just now. I guess that she doesn’t want to think about Berrant at this moment and decided to overload her mind with her new sister-in-law.

She was asking me a lot of questions and I was gladly answering them. Maybe not with much emotion as some of the questions were simply to be answered with a yes or a no, but that didn’t seem to bother her, as she just continued her questionnaire.

Her quirky nature reminded me of my own sister and I wondered if they could become friends. It sure would come in handy for Amy, to find out something to help Frida with the situation with her husband.

I’m not one to be able to think of solutions for them, as I have my own problems finding out what I think and want in a relationship. In fact, I am hoping that Amy will arrive here soon, because the questions from Frida are piling up now and I can’t seem to find a moment to eat my breakfast.

Aron wasn’t interrupting Frida, only smiling to me every now and then.

“Do you still like her?” He asked me over the mate link, while smirking to me.

I did, I like her boldness and asking me all sorts of questions, as if my title didn’t mean a thing to her. Which I’m not intending to mean to anyone, but her not taking it into consideration that I’m her soon to be Queen, doesn’t hold her back. But I like eating breakfast as well!

“Oh, by the way Frida, why don’t you ask me where I have marked your brother?” I asked her, while looking at Aron.

“What do you mean? Haven’t you… Oh my… Is it true brother? Is it on your ass?” She asked him now and he growled towards me.

“Yes, I still like her.” I replied back to him in the mind link, and he grunted in displeasure again. Which I thought looked funny on him.

“You think you are soooo funny!” Dakota said to me.

“Yep, and if you don’t, I couldn’t give any shit less.” I replied to her.

Aron explained to Frida, that I hadn’t marked him on his ass, but she didn’t believe him and made him show his true mark. She gasped upon seeing what I had done, and upon seeing it myself, I couldn’t keep my mind at ease.

His abs were luring me in and I wanted to touch my mark on his skin. His scent of musk and fresh rain came rolling in and I wanted to ravish his body and take what belonged to me. I looked at him with wanting eyes and felt my temperature rise.

We are just sitting at breakfast and I am being tortured by questions! Why am I thinking like this? What is going on?!

I shook my head and made myself listen to Frida again, and was glad that she hadn’t noticed that I wasn’t replying to her questions. She had just kept on babbling and had continued her river of words.

My mind kept drifting towards Aron again, but I didn’t want to think about his gorgeous body and the way his beard tickles my skin whenever we kissed. Or about his hands, which felt rough, from hard labour and training, that grabbed my hips as he… Oh fuck.

I coughed out loud, trying to shake these thoughts away. Again.

“Frida, what are you going to do about Berrant?” I asked her. I definitely didn’t care, as this was going to be Amy’s problem to handle, but I had to get my mind off of his… him!

“Well, I know he is gay, he is my best friend after all. And I always told him that if he should find a mate, then he could leave of course. But now that it actually happened, and he hadn’t told me yet, it is infuriating me. So, I’m not sure what to do. Right now I can’t face him.” She said and I could understand what she felt.

We both have a best friend that is gay, and who we have had sex with. And now they both had made a bad decision that includes us in it as well. I could actually relate to her a lot, maybe I do care...

“Shit!” I heard Aron curse as he stood up, and I asked him what it was.

“There is a female at the pack’s borders, fighting against some of my wolves.”

“Let me guess. Blond hair, slim and a bad attitude?” I asked him now, and he sighed.

“Your sister?” He asked.

“Yep. All mine.” I replied.

I’m happy that she is here, then we can finally get some things rolling. She has to find Alphas for my pack, and she gets to meet my mate.