Chapter 1032 Young Alpha Violet (6)
Chapter 1032 Young Alpha Violet (6)
Violet's frown deepened. "Why are you not willing to help me, Aunt Cora?"
"Because if I do, you will find out why they call your father Black Demon."
Violet heard about that. She thought it was a play on her father's name, Damon Blake - Black Demon, and she assumed it was because people said he was the most powerful Alpha of their generation. But maybe there was more to it. It didn't matter. Her father was brooding and overbearing, but he would never harm her. "Why won't you help me? I need to understand."
Cora pursed her lips while thinking about how to answer this. She decided to go straight to the point. Violet was stubborn and reckless like her parents, and only a shock factor would help this.
"Do you know what mates do, Vi?"
Violet nodded eagerly. "They cherish each other and put each other first, and..." Her voice trailed when she saw Cornelia shaking her head. "What?"
"When mates recognize each other, they rip each other's clothes and have sex. Lots of it."
Violet's eyes widened. "You are kidding."
"Why would I joke about that? When I met Jay, I knew he was my mate, but he didn't. I don't remember if it was a few days or a few years, but it felt like an eternity until he confirmed the bond. After we accelerated maturing of his wolf, he carried me over his shoulder to the bedroom, and we didn't come out of it for days. Do you know what we did? Sex. Unless we were sleeping or eating, we had sex. All the time. It was dirty and sweaty with the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. Are you ready for that, Vi?"
Violet's icy-blue eyes were wide to the point of hurting. Did Cornelia need to be so graphic?
Was Violet ready for sex? She knew all body parts and watched educational videos (and some not-so-educational ones sneakily). She was curious, but she was only thirteen years old, and the thought of doing those obscene things was scary and repulsing.
Part of Violet hoped that Ethan was her mate. She loved spending time with him. He was handsome and funny, and she loved when they had sleepovers and would snuggle while sharing a blanket and watching movies late, but sex? Just thinking about it made her super-anxious.
"I'm not interested in..." She couldn't say it. "...that thing. I just want to know who my mate is."
"The ceremony won't make you feel the bond, Vi. It will accelerate maturing of your wolf. You can't turn off parts of your wolf. Once she feels the bond, she will know who her other half is, and she will feel an insatiable need to combine two halves into one, in every way possible. Sex included. And if I have anything to do with the ceremony that will allow you to mature before your time, Alpha Damon will come for my head. There will be no safe space for me across all realms."
"He wouldn't harm you."
Cornelia stifled a laugh. "Your father is a man some admire and many fear. There is a reason for that. I don't know if you are aware of how protective Damon is of your family. Talia, you, and your four brothers, if anyone dares to mess with you, Damon will not stop until they experience the lowest levels of hell."
That was something Violet could believe. A group of warriors snickered when Violet struggled with the flying kick, and Damon sent them to a month-long survival training in the mountains. And any kid that dared to say anything bad to her would end up absent from school for a while, and after that, they would avoid her. Violet had a feeling it was her father's doing, but she didn't have any proof.
"Aunt Cora," Violet called and inched closer to ask in a whisper, "That sex urge... how long does it last?"
"Why?"
"Maybe you could make me feel the bond, and then I will hide somewhere until it passes. Tie me up if needed."
Cornelia's eyes widened. "Years, Vi. It takes years."
"Years? Are you saying that for years people are just... going at it?" Her thirteen-year-old mind had difficulty processing this information.
Cornelia looked dreamily in the direction of the house. "Thirteen years, Vi, and we are still going strong. OK. After a few years, we learned to control our urges and to act properly in public, but attraction didn't dwindle, and I hope this feeling never diminishes." She turned to Violet. "That's what mates are. Inseparable. Insatiable. Once you meet, you can't go back."
Violet's expression fell. "You are telling me that I shouldn't rush this."
"I'm telling you to cherish this time when you are learning about yourself as an individual. Find out what makes Violet Blake unique. Only like that, you will appreciate your other half when you find him. If you want to find him sooner, work on yourself. The Moon Goddess is watching. When she determines you are ready, she will arrange it, so you cross paths and feel the pull."
Violet's brows came together in serious contemplation of Cornelia's words, and Cornelia turned to check on the kids.
The noise was still there, but Cornelia needed to ensure no one was missing.
One, two... five, six. They were all there, moving. Alive. That was enough.
Cornelia's oldest son, Andrew, was Violet's age, but he preferred to stay with little ones who wouldn't look at him weirdly.
Andrew was a thirteen-year-old boy who faced an identity crisis.
He didn't have a wolf, and his sensitivity to energies was high enough to put him among high-ranking witches.
That didn't sound bad to an outsider, but for Andrew, it was horrible.
Without a wolf, Andrew was not a werewolf, and he was not a witch because he was male. Witches were females. He was the odd one. The only one.
As a teen, the only thing he wanted was to blend in and be part of a group, but no matter where he went, he was sticking out as a sore thumb. Violet tried including him, but he said he didn't want her pity, so she backed away, even though she knew exactly how he felt. Violet was also unique, but Andrew said that her uniqueness didn't make her a weirdo and that she couldn't possibly understand what he was going through.
Cornelia hoped that Andrew would snap out of it soon and learn to love himself because his parents and siblings loved him dearly, and he had many friends who accepted him. The only thing Andrew needed was to accept himself.
"You are leaving?" Cornelia asked when Violet stood up.
"Yes. I have guests. It would be rude to neglect them. Thank you, Aunt Cora."
"You are welcome, Vi."
Cornelia waited for Violet to disappear, and then she reached into the pocket of her vest.
"Did you hear that?" Violet spoke into the phone.
"Every word," Talia responded. "Thank you, Cora."
"You are welcome."
Cornelia ended the call and turned to see James approaching her.
He was tall and handsome, and his smile always did something funny to his stomach. But the most impactful was how he looked at her like he was hungry and only she could satiate him.