Lycan’s Treasure

Kiera POV My name is Kiera Tate. I am the chosen mate of my husband, Kristopher Woods. My husband is the Alpha of our pack, our Pack’s name is Red Wood. We stand to the south of the United States, and have several hundred loyal wolves under our shared command. Our warriors are some of the strongest, with a rigorous training program that has turned out very capable men and women to fight and protect our lands. My husband isn’t my fated mate, but he has always done his best to prove to me that he has always held me in the same category. I met Kristopher at an Alpha Summit, when I was a teen, and it was love at first sight. I was so smitten, that nothing seemed to matter. We became friends, and when both of us got our wolves, and neither of us found our mates, we decided to choose each other. I left my father’s northern stronghold to pursue my relationship. I became the Luna of the Red Wood pack at the tender age of eighteen, and the wife of the Alpha, a short year later. We were happy, or so I believed. The past three years has become complicated, I have been struggling to produce a strong heir for our pack, and that has put some strain on my relationship. My pack loves me, despite not being one of them. I’ve been trained to take the Alpha position myself, as my parents had no male children to succeed them, and I knew that I would make a perfect Luna, if I chose it. Elaine and Jerald, were the previous Alpha and Luna of this pack, and had a lot of reservations about being Kristopher’s chosen mate, especially with my fertility problems. It wasn’t a big issue until recently. Kristopher is approaching his twenty-fourth birthday and my inability to produce a pup for him his wearing on their patience. After all, a true Luna would have produced an heir by now. My husband leaves for the Black Grove pack today. He’ll be visiting a couple of our neighboring packs to discuss supply demands with our allies. All of us that exist under our Lycan royalty must keep each other strong. Strong packs keep commerce moving and come when a force of danger shows itself. Kristopher will be gone a few days, and though I can’t exactly understand it myself, I can’t help but feel uneasy about his impending absence. I’m not the only one on edge though, Elari, my wolf has grown restless. I sighed softly, as my husband pulled away from me and slipped out of bed. The sun was just beginning to rise, and his stirring had woke me from my sleep. Elari was already pacing and whimpering in the back of my mind. She was on edge, but I couldn’t figure out why. Something in my gut told me that there was something wrong, but I didn’t know what it was exactly. I moved out of bed to stand in the mirror. Was there something wrong with me? I consider myself to be relatively pretty. I mean, most werewolves are naturally more good looking compared to humans. I have long dark hair that naturally took on more earthy and grassy tones in certain light. I was light skinned, but slightly tan, with a peculiar pair of teal bluish green eyes. A fairy bridge of freckles accented my unique eye color. I had a good figure, I am strong built with decent muscle tone and a feminine shape, with wider hips, thicker thighs and a decently sized bust. I was taller than most humans and yet shorter than some of my She-Wolf kin. I can’t find a single thing that is particularly wrong with my appearance, despite how conceited that sounds. I’ve never been one to brag on how I look exactly, but I have never hated myself for my appearance either. I am an alpha bred wolf, and have never lacked confidence in my appearance or my abilities. “You’re just being silly, Kiera. You’re perfect, the perfect Luna.” I told myself with my small pep talk. My husband will just be gone for a couple of days and then he will be back, nothing to it. Business as usual, I told myself silently. “I forgot to ask, your exam last month. Everything was normal, no reasons why you haven’t produced an heir?” Kristopher said as he was fastening the buttons on his pressed suit. This had been an ongoing argument for some time. There was a lot of frustration built up around the fact that we have been unsuccessful in our attempts to make a baby. Kristopher’s parents, Were putting a lot of pressure on him, and have recently tried to remove me from my position, on the grounds of infertility. A true Luna would have provided an heir by now, they told me. The situation had stressed me out, but Kristopher had stood by my side, looked at me with those brown eyes of his and told me that it would all work out. Apparently, he was beginning to lose his patience with me as well. “My labs came back normal, just like I said a month ago, Kris.” I attempted to mask the hostility in my voice, but I have grown tired of this same conversation. Kristopher sighed, and slicked back his dark hair and grabbed my arm, forcing me to turn and look at him. I was frustrated, even as he tilted my chin to make me look up at him, I just wanted to avoid his gaze. “I love you, Key. It’s just all the politics with my position. I love you, and I want to be supportive. If I don’t produce an heir, I’ll be seen as incompetent, and I can’t have that.” My heart softened as he affectionately called me by that nickname he adored so much. I sighed, and leaned up into him pressing my lips to his, and melting into the embrace. “Just a couple of days, I’ll go handle business, I’ll come back to you and we can get back to trying again. Nothing to it. You have my heart, Key.” I watched my husband from the window of our bedroom on the third floor. I watched as he left, my anxiety just wouldn’t fade. I just couldn’t shake the feeling that something was coming, something was wrong and I just couldn’t figure out what it was.