Her immortal desire #seqeul to her fiery desire

Chapter 3

Alexander

I knew the second she arrived in the garden but I didn’t go to her immediately as I knew who she would be looking for first and I wanted her to have her few minutes alone with him before everyone else would start requesting her attention. Instead, I watched as Marvin sat in a corner, as far from everyone as possible, but his eyes were focused on his sister, watching her as if he might need to get up at any moment and run to her side. Not when our son is also having nightmares about the Fae. Why didn’t he tell me anything? Why keep quiet about it? I can see it in his eyes, even from here, I can see the fear there, the fear that the Fae will come, but not for his mother, but for his sister. I had asked him this morning about his dreams, and he told me about the Fae male with his oil black hair and coal eyes with his pointed ears. The male didn’t say much, just that he is coming. He told me that the male seemed to feed off his fear, seemed to enjoy knowing that he can cause so much pain and destruction and that there was nothing a little boy could do to protect his sister.

I have been an i***t, ignoring Fraya’s nightmares out of fear. I should’ve listened to her instead of hoping that it was just dreams and nothing more. I have wasted three years where I could’ve trained with the power that is constantly flowing through me, begging to be used. I was a fool for thinking that nothing would come of the male that had threatened my mate. I was a fool for thinking that I had forever with my mate and children, that nothing would ever dare come between us. Now the only hope I have is that I have more time, time to prepare for the day everything goes to s**t again.

Her laughter makes me turn from my son. It doesn’t take me long to find her standing between Isaac and Eleanor, her head thrown back as they all laugh. It is rare that she laughs so freely and I can’t help but soak up the sound of it. I wonder sometimes if she would’ve preferred to have stayed with her people, if she would’ve preferred our children to grow up in the woods instead of in the cold, but she has never complained about the cold or the fact that our children haven’t truly seen much of her world, so I can only hope that she is truly happy here and that it is only her nightmares haunting her.

Fraya seems to feel my eyes on her as she turns her head to me, a bright smile on her face. She quickly excuses herself from her friends and then makes her way to me. She has a beautiful green dress on with a gold design running up her arms and at the bottom of the dress. The swirls of the design seems to move like waves on her dress and she sways her hips with every step she takes. Her red hair is loose, falling down her back in thick curls that bounces with her every move. Her green eyes are sparkling with mischief as she smirks at me. “You are so f*****g beautiful.” I tell her when she finally reaches me.

“You don’t look too bad yourself, husband dearest.” She says throwing her arms around my neck and then pulling me down as she reaches up on the toes. She softly rubs her lips against mine and my breath catches a bit. I will never get enough of her, her taste, her scent, her touch, it will never be enough, I will always want more of her. “Let’s go mingle with the others and then after the gifts are opened, we can quickly sneak away so that I can have my fill of you.” She says before biting my lips and then turning away, a giggle leaving her lips as I groan and try to adjust myself while walking behind her.

Soon all the guests are here, including Rachel. Rachel decided to travel the world for a year after that day in the greenhouse where she kissed me and Fraya walked in, only to run away again. When she came back, she begged Fraya for forgiveness and Fraya gave her forgiveness, but she hasn’t been comfortable with having the woman anywhere close to me and I honestly don’t blame her. In truth, I had expected her to exile Rachel the day she showed up at our doorstep, she had the power to do it, but instead, she called a somewhat shaky truce with the woman. I have made sure that I was never alone with Rachel, even in a public place as I didn’t want to give any reason to Fraya to not trust me or any reason to change her mind about forgiving Rachel and Rachel seems to be doing the same. She hardly looks at me and only dares to approach me whenever Fraya is next to me.

It doesn’t take long for Evangeline to begin demanding for the presents to be opened, making puppy eyes at her grandmother who can never seem to say no to the little princess. My mother looks to me with pleading eyes and I nod at her, as I can never seem to say no to her either. Fraya only laughs and tells me that the women around me will someday be my downfall. I reply by reminding her that she is one of them and give her a little slap on her behind laughing as she lets out a little whelp. I quickly make my way to my mother and start sorting out the gifts, making sure that Evangeline leaves at least some for her brother who seems to be content to allow her to open everything.

After opening her gifts, Evangeline jumps up and runs to every person, hugging them and thanking them for her gifts before she runs off in the snow with a bubble machine in hand laughing as the bubbles pop as soon as it touches the snow around her. Marvin is slower to get up, the only gift he is holding in his hand while the rest is forgotten on the floor, is a dagger, one his mother had designed for him herself and then had it made with a lot of care by the best blacksmith we could find. Even at the age of three, he already has a rather large collection of daggers and at first I was worried when Fraya gave him his first one last year, but then I saw how careful he carried the dagger and how eager he was to learn how to use it, I gave up on trying to get him to give it up and allowed Fraya to train him, knowing she would’ve done it regardless of my approval. Her argument is that Marvin is his sister’s protector and no protector should be without the means to protect no matter what age they are. I wish he would’ve waited a bit longer, but Fraya is right and besides, shifter children aren’t the same as human children. We grow up faster mentally and physically. Marvin and Evangeline are at the height and mentality of that of a five year old human child now.

Marvin walks after his sister, staying close to her, but not coming in her way and with everyone keeping an eye on the children, I quickly slip up to Fraya, hoping to sneak her out of here for a few minutes, but when I reach her, she is pale and seems to be frozen in what can only be fear. Her eyes are wide and staring off into the distance. Before I can even turn around to see where the threat is, a loud cry comes from the direction Fraya is starring in, the direction our children have run in.