Werewolf’s Heartsong by Dizzy izzy

Chapter 59
Victor’s POV
The more I heard of Alora’s story, the more I admired her, the fact that she had survived all of that. Her life had been a
nightmare, the pain she suffered deep. She became stronger, and was now free. To have suffered such as a pup, and to have to
suffer molestation and an attempted rape from the man she thought was her father. Then she got to the explanation of her
Sprite. Our Sprites, even for Hybrids, carry those scars instead.
She got up off the counter, and stood before us. Then she closed her eyes and said “Selena.”
The tattoos I didn’t even notice till now, turning to physical jewelry, a crown appearing across her forehead. Her hair, unbound
itself from the double braids they had been in, the ties disappearing somewhere. It became a living moving shadow with
thousands of tiny stars sparkling from it. Her body grew tall, to six foot four, she got a little leaner, almost as if she was stretched.
Her curves stayed though, she had breasts large, round and perky, her bottom firm and round.
Her skin darkened to a dark chocolate, that’s when they appeared. All those silver marks, they were everywhere, everywhere but
her face, she even had scars on her neck. Some were obviously from a knife, others burns, and most from a whip.
“So many.” I can’t help but gasp out my horror at the pain she’s so clearly suffered. The silver of her scars are flat to her skin, like
silver paint, the darker the paint, the deeper the scar. My gasp had been echoed by the others in the room.
She’s beautiful, even with all those scars. But those scars...the wounds they were from. My mind barley able to process the
horrors she had gone through with each wound rendered, her torment so evident. Her power and strength radiated out from her,
I was in the Presence of more that just a Lunar Princess. 3
This was my Clan Alpha. I go down to one knee in front of this powerful being, “I Victor Heartsong Bloodmoon swear to you my
oath of loyalty, and beg acceptance as your Gamma.” I say.
Jaxon kneels down next to me “I Jaxon Stone Mountainmover, swear to you my oath of loyalty, and beg acceptance as your
Beta.” He says.
She kneels down in front of us, we raise our eyes to her glowing Violet ones, the silver rim gleaming. She grabs my right hand in
hers, I can’t help but think her hands are beautiful as well, long strong fingers. Her nails long and pointy, with slightly rounded
tips. No, those were not nails, those are claws, they’re black, strong and sharp. –

While holding my hand, wrist up, she asks. “Do you swear by your blood?” In an echoing, mystic, and somehow lyrical voice. I
nod my head, knowing this would mean I would be connected by more, than just the Clan Bond.
“Yes.” I say in a firm tone.
She uses one of her magnificent claws to draw a line across my wrist, not cutting to the artery, just enough to draw a thin line of
blood. With the same claw she opens a line on her own wrist. She brought both together “Then by your blood and mine I accept
your oath of loyalty, you are now my Gamma, I claim you as Clan.” Her voice echoed.
The magic of the blood oath shot through me in a scattering of electricity, not exactly painful, but not comfortable either. I felt it
snap in pace, my connection complete. She was my Alpha, and I her Gamma. She turns to Jaxon, and in the same manner picks
up his hand. 2
She asked him the same question. “Do you swear by your blood?”
Jaxon’s answer was a firm “Yes” in his deep rumble.
Goddess I found it sexy, even within this serious moment. Then she accepts Jaxon’s oath the same way, with a cut to both of
their wrists, she puts them together. I wasn’t comfortable seeing Jaxon bleed, it was an instinctive aversion to my mate being
harmed.
“Then by your blood and mine I accept your oath of loyalty, you are now my Beta, I claim you as Clan.” Her voice echoed each
word with a power felt deep within our chests.
Her voice a song, a spell you couldn’t ignore. I felt it when Jaxon connected to us, as Clan. He was not only my mate, he was my
Beta. I shivered a little, remembering how Beta to my Gamma he had been in the shower. Clearing my throat, struggling to get
my mind away from that extremely arousing memory.
I look up as she turns around, the Twins are standing behind her. They look at her, just staring, a look of almost worship in their
eyes. Then in unison they kneel down as Jaxon and I had done.
I get to watch this from my prospective now. They say the same oath as we had, only it was to serve her as her Enforcers. She
asks that same question, it was important, the start of the spell creating the blood bond.
They give their oath, I feel each one as they connect and she claims them as Clan. The bond snaps in place. It’s so much
deeper than that of other Clans. With her blood, and her voice invoking a spirit bond, she connected us all.

Claiming us as her Clan. I felt to serve this being, would be of the greatest honor. I could feel her power through our Clan bond
now. She was so powerful. I look at my mate, he turns to me, our gaze connecting
I feel through our mate bond the same awe and gratitude of being granted the honor to serve this being. Mine and Jaxon’s bond
was deeper than normal. We were bound as werewolves, but I was a Hybrid, and Vampires created a blood bond with their
mates.
When I had marked him, then fed, I had established both bonds. He would forever be able to connect to me, it would have to
take immense Black Magic to interrupt our connection. Not for long though, the bond always, inevitably breaks through.
I love him so much already, it was filling my chest, I felt like I was overflowing with it, spilling it out
into our bond, so I could fill him with it. His eyes fill with his own emotion, then I feel it. His love for me, it wraps me up tight,
holding me close, providing a comfort I didn’t know I needed till now. Thank the Goddess for giving me this wolf as my mate.
She moves to where she can look at us all while she talks to us. “I am Selena” she says, her voice still a mystical, lyrical echo. “I
am Alora’s Sprite, and until yesterday, have been bound by Black Magic, keeping me from Alora.” she reveals to us. Shocking
Jaxon, my Father and me. “Truth is, neither Xena nor I were supposed to ever be able to connect with Alora.”
My wolf and Sprite howl and rage in protest, my heart drops to my knees in the terror of what that must have been like. I know
what it is to have them both with me. ‘What must Selena have gone through, being kept from her human and wolf self.’ What
would I have felt had that had happened to us, a visceral protest roars through us as I think of that question. Never! I will never
allow it!
“It was Bettina who had the chains spelled around us, binding our power, preventing us from reaching our ascension as a Lunar
Princess.” No! Why! I’m so shocked at this information. “She had it done when we were born with the wrong coloring.” she tells
us, such a horribly unacceptable reason, “Our Father is not Allister Frost Northmountain”
Well that was actually obvious, as Allister was a pure bred Werewolf. The sick pervert still deserved to be put down though. “We
were the result of a one night affair, with a random Vampire Bettina met at a bar.” she pauses a moment, looking at Jaxon, and
me, then my Father, “I do know who our real Father is, and you will all be meeting him soon.” my brow furrows in question at this,
who could her Father be?
Her answer completely shocked me, to my core. I felt Jaxon’s shock shoot through him just as mine had done me. “Our Father is
Sabastian Night Dayblood,” that was the name of... “The King of all Vampires.” she finished. I could not have been more

stunned, than if I had been hit with a with Taser. My new Clan Alpha was not just a Lunar Princess. Oh, no, she was the daughter
to the King of all Vampires.
Making her both a Lunar and a Vampire Princess. How powerful was this being?
/////**Author’s Note: I have to admit, I was teary eyed writting that last chapter, I had to stop a few times when the words would
blure. I always wonderd before as a reader, reading those parts of the books that made me cry, did the Author cry a little writing
them? Well this advid reader, of a vast and eclectic range of romance, (for decades now, geez that makes me feel old, and I’m
only 30) and new Author, I will say that yes, yes I did cry a little.