CHAPTER 90
ALPHA LINCOLN'S POV
The Monteforte family are the Royal family. The king and Queen of all werewolves. We all knew the King and Queen had a child, a female child, and when the pack was destroyed with everyone in it…
It was said that the royal family were all killed, no royal bloodline to continue the Monteforte lineage, no survivors, just ashes.
And that was how the Monteforte family became history. There were no Kings and Queens anymore, just werewolves with packs, Alpha's.
One thing about the Royal family was their powerful abilities, which no other werewolves had. One especially to summon ice and use it as they wish. It was something used to know that, this one is Royalty.
Yes, I suppose there are other mystical creatures that could summon ice, but with this Royal family, it was different. The way it is summoned, formed, just everything about it, is different.
Montana nodded softly when I figured out whom she really was, "I was going to tell you, I just needed to wait a little more, until I could."
"How long have you known? Were you just pretending all this while?"
"No, no I swear", She sighed, "I found out when I went to look for my Aunt. She told me everything about my family and… I think that it is best I explain this to everyone in the sitting room at once."
I agreed, and we had a family meeting in the seating room, except from Zane and Zendaya. I am sure Montana and I will deliver the news to them later.
"We heard", My father said to Montana.
"I will explain," Montana said to us all.
She started with her explanation. How her powers were locked by her aunt for safety, which was understandable.
When she was done explaining, she sat down, and I grabbed her hands in mine, "You are not alone. Not anymore."
She gave me a small smile, but in her eyes I could see hope. She was reassured, and that is what I wanted.
"So we have had a queen in our home all along," Victoria said teasingly, making everyone laugh and chuckle.
"Indeed we have", I concurred and then stood up and turned to Montana, my hand outstretched, "My lady?"
Montana rolled her eyes and took my hand, "You both are just unbearable."
"You love us like that," Victoria said.
Montana looked me into the eyes as I did the same, "I do."
I know she was responding to Victoria's comment, but I felt like she just told me how she feels about me.
"Alright, let us give them some privacy", My mother said, dragging my father out and a sister who did not want to leave but enjoy the show.
"I guess it is just us now," I said softly to her as she got closer to me.
MONTANA'S POV
"It is", I smiled at Lincoln softly as he held my hands and brought it to his chest.
I could feel his heartbeat.
"It beats for you", he uttered softly while making me look into his eyes, by his other hand on my chin.
I took that hand from my chin and placed it on my chest, for him to feel my heart beat, and then said to him, "So does mine."
We both giggled softly, obviously blushing, and I just had to tease him about it, "Did not know you could blush", while smirking.
"A lot of things you bring out from me that I, myself, do not even know I could do or was possible", Lincoln muttered and then chuckled softly.
"It is cute", I smiled widely at him, blushing myself, "You are cute."
We got closer to each other, rubbing our cheeks together softly. We moved slowly. Lincoln hesitated for a moment, and I nodded, letting him know that I wanted this.
Our eyes locked, lips not moving, but we communicated with each other through our emotions. His hands reached out to me and my breath caught.
Step by step, inch by inch, we closed the little gap between us. Everything else seemed to fade.
I could feel his breath quicken, as did mine as my eyelashes fluttered.
As we inched closer, feeling that spark and pull we always felt whenever we were close to each other and sometimes far, that thing that always drew us to each other.
Lincoln's fingers gently traced the contours of my face, sending shivers down my spin as he whispered, "You are my home."
Our breaths mingled, we were so close. I could feel the heat of his gaze, I could read it, the love in those gaze, the care, the need to be gentle with me.
Our lips were now mere breaths away, and he moved closer as his lips grazed mine and I gasped, my heart beating, beating for him.
The whole sensation was electric. We sparked.
As our breaths synchronized and with a final, deliberate movement our nearly touching lips brushed other. It was like the opening notes of a beautiful song.
In the softness of our kiss, his lips, met mine in a gentle caress, the warmth I felt, the warmth we both felt, the love.
We surrendered to the softness of our kiss. Our lips moved together perfectly.
With every tiny movement, we got close, not only physically, but both emotionally and mentally. The first touch was gentle, like testing waters, but as we continued it turned into something deeper.
Soon as our lips parted from the initial soft kiss, a hunger ignited in us. I know he felt it too. The next kiss was not just a connection, it was a craving, a magnet with raw, unrestrained desire.
My hands found their way into his hair, fingers gently weaving through his strands of hair.
His hands on my waist as he gripped firmly, pulling me closer, deepening the kiss, sucking. The taste of his lips on mine, the warmth of our breath and mingling scents, his scent was weakening.
He gently sucked on my lower lip, and then softly bit it as our lips parted.
A quiet smile passed between us.