Chapter 110

Helen POV

While everyone dined and seemed happy to celebrate the new standard of the pack, Justin and I found ourselves at the edge of the long table, out of way from the commotion with Oscar and Randy and Russo.

The pixies had been clinging to Russo since we got here, happy to see another creature as close to their kind as possible. They loved his wings and danced open the light, iridescent colors of them.

I couldn’t help but sit with the Fae, brushing the pixies as they twirled down his spine and played amongst each other on his long, sharp wings.

Justin brushed my neck with his hand, pushing my hair aside and grinning wider than before.

“Mate, leave them be,” he hummed.

I pouted like a pup but obliged. I think he was just jealous of my entertainment and attention being on Russo and not him, but I didn’t mention it.

“Eat your food, please,” he added, this demand kinder than the others he has given me. His hand found my knee and I focused on my plate, keeping demure for my mate and his newfound gentleness with me. “Randy, have you seen pixies before?”

The beta shook his head in surprise, watching as they took kindly to Russo being here with them.

“They’re so delicate,” Randy mumbled. “I’ve never seen creatures so small.”

“They have powers too,” Justin pointed out.

“Lots of them,” Oscar added to that statement. “They have healing elements, much like your wolfen healers, but they do things a little different than your healers.”

“How so?” Russo asked, bringing one pixie to his palm. The little pixie fall back in his hand and curled up like a loving pet in his massive palm. “They look so much like my kind used to, but also so tiny. I wonder if they’re like me and the wizards.”

Oscar cocked his head with a shrug. “I’ve never met a wizard before, or a Fae, but the pixies have this really cool ability unlike anything I’ve ever seen.”

“What is it exactly?” Justin prodded.

I wanted to ask the same thing but I focused on my feast instead of chiming in. Justin as finally being affection and kind and gentle to me again, especially after the horrible behavior I showed earlier when walking away drunk.

I could have gotten us hurt by rogues for sure.

Oscar whistled lightly and the pixies all jumped with the sound, fluttering over to their favorite rogue.

He held his arm up, pointing to the sky above, and the pixies shot off his finger one by one, darting into the sky like stars above, but instead of diamond white, they filtered through pastel hues.

They turned blush pink and lilac, swirling in the sky until they stopped and formed a pretty picture in the sky above the pack. It looked like a bouquet of flowers and I giggled, seeing them so productive together in this painting.

The other wolves of True Mates all cheered and clapped, enjoying the dainty picture overhead.

Oscar whistled and they came back down, spreading little drops of dust on the entire pack like bees drop pollen when they fly off the head of a flower. It was incredible to see, the pastel colors dropping on us all.

When the dust hit my nose though, I felt jolted.

I shook my head, blinking back a weird and new sensation as it washed over me.

No one else seemed affected by it, but I crawled from the table and laid out on the ground so I could curl into a tight ball in the cold dirt. The warmth they took away felt like it had come back, but worse.

Justin brushed a hand down my cheek, pushing my hair aside. “Mate, what is it? What’s wrong?”

I could only shake my head, distraught and tired and weary all at once. “I—I don’t know, Justin. Something is wrong. Something feels wrong with my wolf.”

He turned around quick, charging towards Oscar. I could feel his anger from here.

“What happened? What was that stuff they dropped on my mate? On my pack?”

Oscar held his arms up in surrender. “Whoa, relax, Alpha King. It’s just pixie dust. It’s not meant to be harmful. Everyone else is fine so you can’t say it’s toxic. I have been around it for ages and I’m fine.”

Russo came to my aid at last, drizzling some water down my lips so I could drink it down slowly. It helped, but the cramps were still hard.

“Whoa, Lycan, come look at this,” Russo purred.

Justin returned and they both looked at me like they were staring at a stranger who just walked onto their pack lands. I shifted my focus from one to the next, then Randy and Oscar came over and they all stared at me with curious concern.

“What is it, please?” I hummed. “What is wrong? Tell me. Am I okay?”

“You’re fine,” Justin said, a little too stiff.

Oscar held a pixie on his hand and brought him to his cheek. I wondered if they could speak, if he really could hear that little creature, but by the time the pixie was pulled away from his face, the pains in my body had left.

I inhaled, feeling stronger than before the cramps even hit me before. I sat up, despite everyone trying to stop me.

I looked down my arms and legs in my sequins dress, seeing my skin with a light, golden glow against it now. I admired my simple complexion, my hair even seeming a little brighter and more golden than it has ever looked.

I smiled, my entire posture perfected and not frail like it has been for the last few weeks, ever since Juden and my father tortured me. I felt new again.

The pixies buzzed around me like happy little bees and I chuckled.

No one else seemed happy with whatever change gas overcome me and Oscar leaned forward, tracing my eyes before he gave the pixie a look, seeing the little creature fly out of his palm at once and come over to swarm me with the others.

“What did it say?” Justin asked.

Oscar shook his head in extreme disbelief. “They’ve named her their queen…”