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☾ Weakest Link ☾ AU // PoisonPotentate & FierceHeartedFamiglia

Eve has heard the rumors. The gossiping and the whispering lately made the young she-wolf squirm and fidget, knowing all too well who the Alpha she-wolf would be. Her. Although, she still could not fathom how lucky she was that her long-time crush had reciprocated her feelings. Soon, she would be a mate. And a mother, even! It was all a bit overwhelming and slightly scary!

Having gone for a short run through the cool brush of the forest, the young woman found herself wandering about the pack’s spacy, vast village. Ambling across grass and dirt under the hot sun, Eve had spotted Alpha Elia.

Attempting not to look too eager, Eve makes her way over to him. With her long, long pale gold hair done up about her head in many coils of braids, wearing a soft pink dress, Eve approaches Elia with flushed cheeks. Her gait is nervous and awkward. Her legs tremble from weakness and embarrassment.

What if someone assumes she is his choice, since they talk often? Even if it was the truth, Eve wasn’t too sure if she was ready for the whole pack to know, or to be adding HER to the widespread gossip.

“Oh no,” Eve smiles, lacing her fingers behind her back. “She only needed me in the morning. I’ve been free since noontime.” She explains, “Aunt Charlotte had me clean up the house… and she went off to visit a few of her lady ‘friends’…” The young woman gives Elia a look, knowing very well he’d know exactly what she meant by her choice of words.

Free since noontime….Elia would have liked to see her sooner. Though it’s not very befitting of an Alpha his bottom lip pouts out, just a bit and he hopes, even more than before, that he doesn’t need to postpone their mateship. Already it’s so difficult to pretend, to keep his mouth shut and to treat Eve as he always has…to keep the secret until he chooses to announce it…

He scoffs quietly at the mention of her Aunt. Yes, he certainly does know what she means—and he’s not a fan of it. Not a fan at all. More than once he has considered doing something about her improper behaviors, especially now that he is the Alpha. Now that his opinion has authority. 

He very quickly decided against any such thing. While he would have the power and authority as Alpha of the pack, going head-to-head with Charlotte, of all she-wolves, is not something he wants to deal with. She can be terrifying and dangerous in a great many ways that do not involve a battle of claws and teeth. So long as she is not causing any outward trouble in the pack, Elia will let himself turn a blind eye.

Pushing Eve’s Aunt from his mind, Elia’s attention shifts, once more, to the petite wolf who will, soon enough, be his mate. 

His pouts shift to a furrowed brow of concern. 

"…Are you feeling well?" It’s a bit hard to pinpoint what exactly seems to be wrong but…Elia knows Eve well enough to know when something is off. He can smell the flush of her cheeks and can see the tremble of her legs—frowning still he stands, setting the knife down and wiping his hands on a towel. “If you’re feeling sick, you shouldn’t be here with me, you should be resting…”

Elia steps around the deer he had been dressing and takes Eve gently by the arms, though he takes a moment to press one hand to her forehead. 

"Hmmm?" Eve blinks a few times, her thoughts are totally consumed by the rumors floating around. She runs a hand through her long, long hair, giving her crush an embarrassed smile when she realizes how much she has spaced out. "....Oh, Alpha Elia.... well...." She bites her lip as red paints her pale cheeks, highlighted against the hot, bright summer sun. "...Have you heard the....rumors?"

She ignores his question about her feeling sick. It was just the usual. Her legs. Her joints. Weakness.

"....Everyone is trying to find out who this mate of yours is going to be..." Eve frowns, her voice low in a whispered tone.

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All of a sudden an imposing shadow consumes Eve, shielding her from the sunshine. Having traveled up behind the young she-wolf is none other than the young Alpha's older brother, Dante.

Lanky, handsome and cynical, prone to jealousy when it came to his brother, Dante stands before the two, dark eyes scrutinizing his prey, Eve. He never liked the weak, frail thing. Why, he's surprised she has survived this long, no doubt with the help of his powerful, dominant brother. Otherwise, she'd have been eaten.

The weak are useless to a pack, Dante has always thought. He would help give his brother the strongest, stable pack as Second.

"Yes, Elia," Dante smirks coldly, hands crossing in front of his chest, eyebrow cocking upward mockingly, "Have you heard of the rumors circulating like a flurry?"

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☾ Weakest Link ☾ AU // PoisonPotentate & FierceHeartedFamiglia

—- One Month Later —-

As summer ends and the season of change approaches, the air begins to cool. The foliage that surrounds the pack turns crisp and gold and the lazy hum of heat is replaced by the brisk buzz of activity. Cooler weather, though, isn’t the only thing that has the wolf village all in a strange and particular fever. 

Yesterday, Elia let it slip that he would soon be announcing—and taking—a mate.

It had only been partially by accident, in truth. For several days beforehand Elia had been sorting things out in his mind and wolf and had come eagerly to the conclusion that things have settled nicely since he first took the pack over. That it would, very soon, be a good time to take his mate. That the pack could handle it.

It seems, though, that he might have been a but too eager. For the past month he and Eve have done well to hide any changes between them that might have hinted at their eventual intentions to the rest of the pack. Elia has made good on his promise to behave and Eve has helped by being too easily embarrassed to even let him go back on his word.

But then, yesterday, in conversation with one of his more dominant wolves, Elia had gotten himself caught up in the game of pride and chest puffing. When teased that he would have a hard time getting a mate to accept a new, young Alpha like himself, he had come back with the fiery boast that he already did have a mate in waiting. And that the pack would know. Sooni.

The rumor had spread like wildfire. 

Questions of who followed directly after and burned just as hotly. 

By now the story has changed a bit, though, and every she-wolf is under the impression that he has chosen but has kept his decision a secret from everyone, even his mate-choice. They all whisper the moment he’s not around, uncertain and excited, some boasting about why they themselves could be the mate of the Alpha’s choice.

As the object of the whispering, Elia is the only one who hasn’t heard the rumors, though he can feel that something is stirring up his pack.

Back from an early morning of hunting with the stronger wolves—who kept eyeing him and irritating him by doing so—Elia sits cross-legged outside his house, his kill in front of him and a hunting knife in his hand. He frowns as he skins it, brow furrowed and movements tight, jerky with aggravation. The pack as been on edge…and he doesn’t know why. He’s beginning to doubt if no is a good time to claim his mate and that would be terrible.

It’s all he wants, after all.

Elia’s knife stops a moment above the deer’s shoulder and he looks up, his expression relaxing—though only a little. Through the blood and irritation he had caught the whiff of Eve’s approach. He lowers the knife but, hands bloodied up to the elbows, he doesn’t bother to stand to greet her. Though he wants to.

"Eve…I thought your Aunt had captured you for the day." 

Eve has heard the rumors. The gossiping and the whispering lately made the young she-wolf squirm and fidget, knowing all too well who the Alpha she-wolf would be. Her. Although, she still could not fathom how lucky she was that her long-time crush had reciprocated her feelings. Soon, she would be a mate. And a mother, even! It was all a bit overwhelming and slightly scary!

Having gone for a short run through the cool brush of the forest, the young woman found herself wandering about the pack's spacy, vast village. Ambling across grass and dirt under the hot sun, Eve had spotted Alpha Elia.

Attempting not to look too eager, Eve makes her way over to him. With her long, long pale gold hair done up about her head in many coils of braids, wearing a soft pink dress, Eve approaches Elia with flushed cheeks. Her gait is nervous and awkward. Her legs tremble from weakness and embarrassment.

What if someone assumes she is his choice, since they talk often? Even if it was the truth, Eve wasn't too sure if she was ready for the whole pack to know, or to be adding HER to the widespread gossip.

"Oh no," Eve smiles, lacing her fingers behind her back. "She only needed me in the morning. I've been free since noontime." She explains, "Aunt Charlotte had me clean up the house... and she went off to visit a few of her lady 'friends'..." The young woman gives Elia a look, knowing very well he'd know exactly what she meant by her choice of words.

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☾ Weakest Link ☾ AU // PoisonPotentate & FierceHeartedFamiglia

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Elia stares at Eve, as confused as she is—though for a very different reason. Of course she would be his mate. Of course—the choice, for him, is obvious. isn’t it as obvious to her?

Apparently not.

Elia’s ears stand once more but his head tilts to the side, tension fading more quickly from him. Everything, after all, is beginning to make sense. Her strange behavior—why she was so oddly upset by his decision to take a  mate soon. It’s a relief of it’s own—though her surprise that he would chose her is another problem in an of itself.

A low growl rumbles in his chest as, closing the brief distance between them, he bites hard on her ear. “You thought I was going to mate Lenalee?” he asks, as miffed as he is hurt—and he bites her ears again. “You thought I was in love with Lenalee?!” He remembers their conversation—all the things he told her. How she interpreted that so very differently….

Elia pushes her shoulder with his head as another growl escapes him. With a grunt he tackles her back to the ground, tumbling once more through the dirt and leaves. His tail whacks angrily against the ground and he bites like a pup at her legs.

"How could you think I would take any other wolf as a mate?" he growls yet again—this entire scenario, conversation, has been confusing. And…a bit hurtful. "I love you—I always have. How could you think I’d want anyone else?"

Her weakness has never mattered to him. What kind of Alpha-female the packs needs doesn’t even matter that much.

"I made my choice a long time ago."

Eve whimpers as she feels him bite at her ears in anger. Her tail tucks between her legs and her ears further droop. How was she supposed to know his feelings? How could he have chosen her over all the more capable she-wolves of this pack?

Before Eve can think any more on the topic, she finds herself rolling, tumbling through leaves, grass and dirt thanks to a tackle from the Alpha. Her side hits a tree, making her yip, before scrambling back to her feet.

Listening to more of Elia’s words, Eve whimpers, dipping her head to the dirt, nose pressing to the earth, “How could you take any other wolf? Because you are the Alpha. You need a strong she-wolf to bear you strong puppies… and to balance the dominance..”

Then it hits her as the confession rolls off his tongue. He loves her. He loves. Her.

Her.

Eve makes another whimpering noise, but this time it was longer and more high-pitched. Embarrassment. Realization. Why, she loved him just the same. For years.

And all this time, she thought her Alpha had a thing for another she-wolf. It had been her. She would never have guessed, finding her love to be one-sided, which was why the young woman harbored it within her, never speaking a word of it. Eve would have let her feelings be forever buried inside her heart if the Alpha hadn’t explained to her his romantic feelings.

“….Elia….” Eve picks her head up, “…I am a weak wolf, though…” If she were in her human form, a dark, damaging blush would be plastered upon her pale, soft cheeks.

Elia rolls back onto his feet, crouched low over the ground as he watches Eve. As she whimpers and cries and sinks into the dirt and grass. He wants to think that she’s teasing him—that she’s playing the game of ignorance to taunt him a bit. He can tell so plainly from her body language, though, that she’s doing no such thing. That her doubt and her denial and her shock is sincere. That she truly believed he was going to take Lenalee—or anyone else— as a mate.

That he didn’t love her.

 Elia’s ears press down to his head and he growls.

"I don’t care about that," he snaps, exasperation building into another growl at the back of his throat. "I have never cared about that. A weak body doesn’t make you a weak wolf.” Elia bites at her fur, tail thumping once more. “Haven’t I been telling you that?” For years, it seems. As long as he’s known her. And she never seems, entirely, to believe him.

For a moment or two, the only sound in the clearing is his and Eve’s breathing mingling with the sounds of the afternoon. The stream a little deeper into the woods, the birds fluttering from tree top to top. He let’s his eyes close and the anger brew, and then settle, in his chest. He doesn’t want to scare Eve, after all.

"You’ve always been my choice," he repeats, after a while. Clearly she needs to hear it again. "I don’t need a mate who is strong or dominant or anything like that. I don’t need any kind of mate except you.”

Elia scoffs—and this time, instead of biting her, he licks her muzzle affectionately. “If you want to be my mate, that is.” Her reluctance, her uncertainty, her reaction—he had always been so certain that she felt the same way andw anted the same thing. He’s not quite as sure of that, anymore.

"....Elia..." Eve whimpers as she listens to him continue on, anger and frustration apparant in his voice. She digs her nails into the soft, wet dirt. Her white fluff of fur covering all her body still stands on end.

"You never.... made your feelings known... I would have never guessed!" She yelps loudly.

Sitting up on her haunches just as Elia comes over to lick her muzzle, which surprises the she-wolf so greatly that she topples backwards onto her back, legs to the sky. Another yelp comes from her muzzle. Eve lies there, stunned. Her heart beats wildly as the wave of understanding once more rushes through her like a heavy current.

Elia loved her. Elia wanted her as his mate.

Elia loved her.

"....Of course I want to be your mate....!" Eve woofs with embarrassment, pushing herself to lie on her side. Her white coat was now peppered with dirt.

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☾ Weakest Link ☾ AU // PoisonPotentate & FierceHeartedFamiglia

Eve listens to her Alpha, sitting now, ears still drooped, hoping that he would explain himself. As he continues on, telling her she is not like the rest of the pack, Eve becomes confused once more. Just as she is about to point out that even though she is a friend, she is still beneath, he shocks her into silence. Mate?

Mate?

"….Me?!" Eve yelps, on all fours now, no longer able to sit. Her fur stands on end. "….What are you talking about, Alpha Elia?" Her voice is full of sincere and utter confusion. "…I thought you were mating… Lenalee…? I thought…" She trails off, barking.

“….As Alpha male, you need a dominant, strong she-wolf!” She yips and would be blushing if she were in her human form. “…..But m-me…? Why would you want… me..? I am the weakest wolf in this whole pack! I am a bad choice!”

Her heart thuds hard and fast, painful in her chest. Eve loved Elia.

Elia stares at Eve, as confused as she is—though for a very different reason. Of course she would be his mate. Of course—the choice, for him, is obvious. isn’t it as obvious to her?

Apparently not.

Elia’s ears stand once more but his head tilts to the side, tension fading more quickly from him. Everything, after all, is beginning to make sense. Her strange behavior—why she was so oddly upset by his decision to take a  mate soon. It’s a relief of it’s own—though her surprise that he would chose her is another problem in an of itself.

A low growl rumbles in his chest as, closing the brief distance between them, he bites hard on her ear. “You thought I was going to mate Lenalee?” he asks, as miffed as he is hurt—and he bites her ears again. “You thought I was in love with Lenalee?!” He remembers their conversation—all the things he told her. How she interpreted that so very differently….

Elia pushes her shoulder with his head as another growl escapes him. With a grunt he tackles her back to the ground, tumbling once more through the dirt and leaves. His tail whacks angrily against the ground and he bites like a pup at her legs.

"How could you think I would take any other wolf as a mate?" he growls yet again—this entire scenario, conversation, has been confusing. And…a bit hurtful. "I love you—I always have. How could you think I’d want anyone else?"

Her weakness has never mattered to him. What kind of Alpha-female the packs needs doesn’t even matter that much.

"I made my choice a long time ago."

Eve whimpers as she feels him bite at her ears in anger. Her tail tucks between her legs and her ears further droop. How was she supposed to know his feelings? How could he have chosen her over all the more capible she-wolves of this pack?

Before Eve can think any more on the topic, she finds herself rolling, tumbling through leaves, grass and dirt thanks to a tackle from the Alpha. Her side hits a tree, making her yip, before scrambling back to her feet.

Listening to more of Elia's words, Eve whimpers, dipping her head to the dirt, nose pressing to the earth, "How could you take any other wolf? Because you are the Alpha. You need a strong she-wolf to bear you strong puppies... and to balance the dominance.."

Then it hits her as the confession rolls off his tongue. He loves her. He loves. Her.

Her.

Eve makes another whimpering noise, but this time it was longer and more high-pitched. Embarrassment. Realization. Why, she loved him just the same. For years.

And all this time, she thought her Alpha had a thing for another she-wolf. It had been her. She would never have guessed, finding her love to be one-sided, which was why the young woman harbored it within her, never speaking a word of it. Eve would have let her feelings be forever buried inside her heart if the Alpha hadn't explained to her his romantic feelings.

"....Elia...." Eve picks her head up, "...I am a weak wolf, though..." If she were in her human form, a dark, damaging blush would be plastered upon her pale, soft cheeks.