Chapter Sixty-Eight

So this is it, Wolfgar thought as he stood naked and steaming in the Throne Room gazing out of the fish bowl window at the blowing snow.  This is where it all ends and where it all begins. I am the Alpha and the Omega.  Victory will be mine.

Bathed and being toweled off by Kiki as he stood there in all his glory Wolfgar realized there was a strange calm falling over him.  He was sure that he was right and he would emerge victorious, that wasn’t just his hubris talking.

Kiki, thirteen and counting, had never seen a naked man before and she didn’t want to see one now. She didn’t want to dry off his….thing…and have to stare at it with Brigid’s blood still drying on the marble floor only a few feet away. “Why are you doing this? What did we do to you?”

The smallness of her voice brought him out of his daze and Wolfgar looked down at her. “Haven’t they told you?”  The blankness in her eyes gave him the answer. “I’m your Brother, Kiki.  I am Nicholas Jackson’s bastard Son.  Our Father turned his back on me and now I’m repaying the favor.”

“Oh,” the voice was smaller and weaker still as she turned her head away and worked the towel down one long strong leg and up the other. “Am I done now?”

“Get my clothes,” he ordered. “Your family will be here soon and I want to be properly attired when they arrive.”

On the bed were the items Wolfgar was requesting. They consisted of something Ares might wear; black leather pants, heavy black leather boots with studded chains, a matching black leather vest and a white silk shirt.  They were heavy and she couldn’t bring all of them to him at once, she made two trips.

“Lace it up,” he told her after he pulled the pants to his trim waist. Like Ares, the pants had a lace strap, instead of a zipper or buttons, which tied at the waist.  Trembling fingers she pulled it tight and made a bow.  Over her Wolfgar laughed as he pushed her, not too roughly, aside and then undid it.  “Not like that, what am I? A girl?”

“I’m sorry,” Kiki muttered and tried again but this time she tied it into a knot. “Better?”

“Much.” Wolfgar agreed and stepped into the boots after that he made her slip the shirt on him and then button it before she put the vest on him.  “There, now we’re ready for company.” He said checking himself in the mirror.  At least he wasn’t covered in puke any longer, that wouldn’t do when greeting guests.  He wondered how much time he had…if he had enough time…he glanced down at Kiki with visible malice.  “Do you love him?”

Kiki didn’t understand at first. “Who? Dad?”  The man towering over her nodded. “Yeah, of course I love my Dad. I loved my Mom too and my brother.”  She started to cry but fought back the tears that wanted to rush forth.  “You took them away from me.”

“That’s not all I’m going to take.” He replied coolly and then grinned.

That was no friendly smile and Kiki knew it. “Brigid? What about her? What’d she ever do to you?”

“Brigid was merely a Mortal,” he said without emotion.

“Yeah, Mortal, like me.”

“Oh, now, don’t be afraid my sweet little Sister,” he cooed reassuringly, “like Lilly, you will serve me well in the years to come and I will care for you. Look after you…and you will love me.”

“In your wet dreams,” Kiki muttered before she could even think about stopping herself. “I’d rather die.”

“If that is your wish,” he said in a gentle thoughtful tone, “I can certainly grant it.” In what might have otherwise been a tender move he brushed his hand along the delicate curve of her young face. “But not before you see our father one last time.”

End of Chapter Sixty-Eight
Golden Years
by Moon Mistress
a/k/a Lisa Beth Darling
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