Reborn As Cursed Alpha's Mate-Chapter 68: Marking Her

All my decisions were for the betterment of the pack," Walan countered, trying to fight a losing battle.

"And I have dedicated my whole life to this pack. I can’t even truly claim my mate, and yet here I stand, listening and accepting every decision Elders throw at me. But if anyone dares to come between me and my mate. I would seal their fate. Be thankful to your gods that I am not banishing you. You scheme against me again and that will be the last day you will have in this pack," Siroos laid out his truths, his hand tightened around Cassandra’s. The little hope in this sea of madness he swam in every day.

Everyone began to speak simultaneously after that, begging Siroos to show mercy. Walan had paled, knowing he had taken the decision too far.

"That’s enough," Siroos rigidly said and mindlinked Ranon. He entered shortly as silence fell over the hut.

"Guide Walan outside. He is no longer an Elder and wouldn’t be taking part in Elder decision-making. He will be assigned the job of keeping numbers for our profit of the Saffron crops."

If Siroos’s words had astonished Ranon, he didn’t show. Keeping a neutral face he proceeded to Walan and asked him to follow him.

Walan threw one last pleading look at Siroos but deep within the folds of his eyes, he held a grudge for the insult that had been caused to him. Especially because of the foreign girl his Alpha called his mate.

Walan was led away and Haylia had to intervene to lessen the palpitating tension brewing in the hut.

"We should proceed, it has already been delayed enough." Haylia took it upon herself to oversee this ritual to avoid any bad blood.

"Yes, I don’t wish to be here more than I need to be," Siroos muttered, his disgust visible in his eyes and words.

Faris whistled at his brother’s words earning dirty glances from the Elder council.

"Your sons mock us, Haylia. We try to do what’s for the betterment of the pack." One of the elders complained, seeing what had just transpired.

"Maybe if you stop meddling too much in my private affairs, I wouldn’t have to. This council is turning into ’Let’s Control Siroos’s weaner Council’ instead of the ’Elder Council," Siroos mockingly said.

An outrage broke out at Siroos’s words. Their faces were contorted in anger at being addressed like that.

Although Cassandra was mad at him, she still had to bite her lower lip and bow her head to not laugh out loud at her mate’s words.

Faris, on the other hand, was guffawing like a man possessed. His one hand was on his stomach while his head was thrown forward.

"That’s enough. Stop acting like prudes. All of you," Haylia finally lost her cool and reprimanded them in a stern voice.

The ridges on her forehead and fine lines around her eyes had deepened. All this drama had seemed to have aged her ten years more.

Caught between all these males, she suffocated at times.

"We are a pack. We are supposed to stick together and extract solutions not start a civil war. Let’s not fight anymore and properly welcome our Luna. She is sacrificing so much for the well-being of our pack. So maybe we should take this day and be thankful."

Haylia’s little speech closed the many mouths and Cassandra understood why Haylia was so reverend. She held authority among them and they listened to her.

She stepped closer to Cassandra and Siroos, placing each of her hands on their shoulders.

"May Aylin bless this reunion and strengthen the bond between the both of you. May this reunion bring fertility, peace and solidarity to our pack. You may mark your mate and claim her as yours," Haylia finally announced, hoping it would go smoothly.

Siroos turned to face his mate. His hands landed on Cassandra’s small waist, and he propelled her forward.

The touch so soft and yet she seemed to be scalding from it. The heat rose, making her face flushed and her skin to be blanketed by goosebumps. Every nerve in her body was taut like a stretched spring.

Siroos leaned in; his lips grazing her earlobe as he whispered in his blazing breath. The dragon seemed to be blowing out.

"Relax and breathe, it won’t hurt much. Trust me."

She wished to say how she should trust him after what he had done but chose to stay quiet.

His nose traced her slender collarbone and the arc of her neck. She had the smoothest skin and he wished to lick it as her overwhelming scent mingled with her pheromones and rising heat. It was messing with his head and senses.

Slowly he squeezed her waist and placed his mouth at the juncture where her neck met her shoulder. His fangs protruded and they pierced her delicate flesh.

Cassandra uncontrollably shuddered, the beads of perspiration oozed from her skin and trickled down as she felt a tiny prick of his pointed teeth. They embedded inside her softness and pricked the blood vessel inside.

Two tiny dots of blood drizzled out but then Siroos’s sensual lips landed on her burning skin and wickedly sucked.

Cassandra’s toes almost curled and a moan so heavy fell out of her mouth.

The sensation was too much for her. She had never felt anything remotely like that before. Irrespective of how cross she was at him, she wished to keep those lips glued to her parched skin, and she wondered how sinful it would be if he were to kiss every part of her body.

Her mind had stopped responding; she didn’t know when the bonding ritual between them was completed. All she could dream about was the sensuality of his mouth.

"It’s fine, it’s done." He kissed her temple, holding her to his chest and she was still lost in the feelings he had invoked.

Far above in the celestial skies, Aylin smiled widely. The oath she had taken 500 years ago was completed today. Irrespective of how much that big-headed Arkiam tried to intervene.

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