HUNTED-Chapter 380: Wedding under the Moonlight (8)

Aila left to go relieve herself and took Nairi along with her, and Damon presumed she mind-linked Chiara as well. The Alpha King watched from the bar he leaned against as his Gamma rushed after the two women, and they started catching up. Aila didn’t spill Nairi’s secret, but he knew in the toilets, or wherever the trio were going, Chiara was about to be given the news.

Damon’s eyes fell on Kane, who sauntered towards him past those dancing away, a smile still on his lips, eyes alight like he was wired on happiness. He was. He really was.

Damon handed a bottled beer to his Beta, and Kane took it, clinking the bottle with his before taking a sip and mirroring Damon’s pose against the bar. They still looked composed, but even in this relaxed and vibrant setting, the pair still scanned their surroundings for any threats. His men were, in fact, on patrol around the area, frequently checking in with Chiara.

She was only to report to him if there were any issues or something she, as the Gamma, could not handle.

Although it had been largely a secret and private affair between Damon and Aila, he knew his parents would have raved over the wedding, and those who attended the WSHO meeting were also aware. They were still in choppy waters, wary of anyone, even those they’d made an alliance with to provide peace between their kinds. They would be foolish not to remain on their toes.

If anything taught them in this last year, it was that anything was possible, and a friend could easily and quickly become a foe. Of course, Damon was not about to distrust those in their inner circle except anybody new. There were bound to be some issues with the new rules set in place. Those ex-hunters, ’The Order,’ were yet to be found, and the Alpha knew there would be more hunters joining it.

Many had hunted their kind for years, and they most definitely were not about to give in to the demands of Chase’s new rule. It was pleasantly surprising, though, that there had been no disturbances at the wedding. He and Aila didn’t have the best of luck in that department.

Their date had been ruined, but at least on the more important day, their wedding had not been interrupted by assassination attempts or rogue attacks.

"How do you feel?" Damon asked, his eyes still scanning the crowds that were still yet to disperse. The party would go on throughout the night, whether the bride and groom were there or not.

Invite a bunch of werewolves, and they’ll party hard, both drinking, eating, fucking and running around in the woods playing, both in human and wolf form.

Kane released a long breath, gaining Damon’s attention as he looked at his friend, reading his expression. "Today’s not about us.. It’s your-"

"I asked you a question for a reason. If I wanted to be a selfish prick, I wouldn’t have asked. Now.. I am asking you genuinely. How do you feel after finding that out?"

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Kane chuckled nervously. "I am freaking happy. You have no idea." His face beamed so brilliantly again as he looked back at the Alpha. "But I’m also nervous.. What if I’m a terrible dad? What if I do something that hurts the pup or, worse, makes him hate me?"

Damon chuckled and gripped Kane’s shoulder with his free hand. "I think it’s normal to be nervous. And I can tell you, as a close friend, you will bring the pup up well. And the pup is a boy?" He tilted his head to the side.

He thought it was too early to know the sex of the child. From what he had seen of Nairi’s belly, she wasn’t that far along, or she was carrying baby weight very well!

Kane cleared his throat. "I have a feeling it is a boy," he said confidently.

Damon didn’t know how he knew, but he clinked his bottle with the Beta’s.

"To yours, Nairi’s and your pup’s health!"

On the other end of the forest, after going to the toilet and having a proper girly chat in Nairi’s room at the pack house, the trio returned giggling away. Aila was so elated to hear her friend’s news. It sparked a bit of hope for Aila like things couldn’t go anywhere but up and onwards now in the right direction.

Of course, she didn’t want to put all her hope into that idea because of her rotten luck. But here was hoping! Aila silently toasted to herself with the new glass of red wine she procured from a waitress.

"Ohh.. That is one thing I will miss," Nairi pouted, staring at Aila’s glass.

Aila grinned sadly. "I would quit for you so you wouldn’t miss out.. But the wine.. keeps my cravings at bay. As little as they are, I’m not trying to drink a lot of.. blood." She whispered that last bit though everyone knew she was a hybrid.

"Then I can do it for Aila instead," Chiara nodded convincingly.

"Not if you’re getting married soon!" Nairi exclaimed.

"Shh!" Chiara covered Nairi’s mouth with her hands, glancing around. "It was a passing comment between us!"

"There’s no smoke without.." Aila trailed off with a smirk and held her hands up when the Gamma glared at her.

She took that moment to back away from the girls as she saw a familiar group standing together. It was almost nostalgic. Taking her time, she walked over to a group that had been through a lot together over the years. She even felt a little intrusive as she approached.

But the moment they saw her, they urged Aila to join them. "Ah, here is our last recruit of the Prisoners Club." Ajax beckoned her more and slung his arm over her, grinning widely.

Aila shook her head, glancing at each handsome face, feeling a little emotional at seeing them here right now like this.

Gabriel stood there looking flawless as per usual, even after what looked like a little bickering match with Finn like they were still in the cells at the hunters’ compound, and that left Ajax and Chase. Though Chase had been a later addition, he really fitted in well with them.

"What about Harry and Aldric?" Aila asked with a mockingly stern expression at her shapeshifter friend.

"They’re not O.G’s, man!" Ajax swiped his hand in a half-drunken manner.

He must have had a lot to drink if he was stumbling slightly. It took a lot for shapeshifters and werewolves to get drunk. It must have something to do with their metabolism.

"But I’m not O.G," Aila replied, tilting her head to the side. The others stopped and looked at her.

"It wouldn’t be Prisoners Club without our girl," Finn replied with a small smile, baring his neck slightly.

Gabriel scoffed. "Please.. none of that. What he means is that we wouldn’t be here without your help. Well.. I might have been..

Maybe in a few years.." He trailed off, pondering about what could have happened without Aila’s influence in the hunters’ compound.

"And what HE means to say.." Ajax pulled her closer to him, his arm still around her shoulder. "You’re the spark that set off all these events."

The spark?

"I think they’re trying to say thank you," Chase added with an amused expression, his arms crossed as he looked at the supernatural creatures of the group.

"Alright, well, let’s stop with all this mushy stuff.. we’re here now, and I don’t ever want to let you guys go!" Aila reached her free hand out and pulled Gabriel into a side hug, and urged with her eyes for the other guys to do the same.

"So lame," Chase muttered but got into the weird group hug anyway, and they all started jumping up and down.

Aila giggled as Ajax made them cheer to ’Prisoner’s Club’.

She couldn’t stop smiling and finally stepped away, glancing at each member. They were all on track to get their lives sorted.

Gabriel was ruling over the vampires without any issues now, well, without Cassius, and seemed to have found the love of his life in a small, violent bundle of a she-wolf.

Finn was a high-ranked werewolf in the Silver Crescent pack, the Delta to the Alpha Queen, and had found his mate. Aila was yet to find out more about how that was going with Sariah, but he seemed happy. Happier than the state he was in that prison, an organ removed.

Ajax was.. well, Ajax. No, no, the shapeshifter turned out to be one of THEE elders, a leader of the shapeshifter clans, and somehow convinced one of the most stunning and strongest she-wolves in the Silver Crescent pack to be in a relationship with him.

Aila internally shook her head. She was mean. They complimented each other well, and she knew he was happy and healthy, his charisma always a highlight to any conversation, as well as wise when he decided to be.

Then there was Chase. The man, who, if he’d continued to follow down his father’s path, might have been the spanner in Aila’s escape plan from the beginning. Chase chose his own path, and though it must have been tough, now he was the leader of the same Hunters Association and had flipped it upside down for the better.

They were yet to see it in action. But Chase already proved himself useful on many occasions already. Though, he never needed to prove himself to Aila. Chase Hunt was a man on a mission, and although she wanted him to find someone as well, she knew he wasn’t in the right frame of mind to be in any relationship right now.

He even said to her himself that he wouldn’t know who to trust. The woman could be an assassin intent on taking him and the Hunters Association down. On top of that, the hunter had some strange self-loathing, not expecting anything as good as a nice girl when he and his father had committed such atrocities.

That was something Aila would try and iron out of him. But she knew at the end of the day, the only person who could change their mindset was themselves.

"Hmm, keep thinking of other men, and I will get jealous," Damon mind-linked at her with a low chuckle that vibrated in his chest. She turned around just in time for his arms to encircle her from behind.

"Hmm, I only have one man on my mind right now. He’s quite the catch." Aila grinned up at him.

Damon growled into her neck, his hands tightening on her hips. "Hmm, maybe you should take this catch back to the house?" He trailed kisses on her neck.

"Hey," Aila giggled breathlessly as a shiver ran through her at his touch.

"I have been a patient man.. Now let the others enjoy the festivities. While I enjoy you."