Ligoncy Secrets Iii: The Unnatural Rekindle

By Autumn S. Couchant

Book Three the finale of the Dyviniti Memoir Series. The Ligoncy Secrets III ; The UnNatural Rekindle
the world is still in a transitory state of corruption and chaos. The Ligons, Jensens, and Braydens brave
their world of trials and tribulations. Dyviniti and Zachary are approaching the one year anniversary
when Dyviniti is awakened by a disturbing vision of approaching evil. She is submerged in this
challenging nightmare which possibly has the makings of more destruction than previous encounters.

Once again Dyviniti is propelled into another challenge which may possibly play in her favor or
work against all she believes in and be her demise. Will she be consumed by the fires of evil and
descend into a carnal world of ill-will? Find out in the Series Finale The UnNatural Rekindle

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Jun 23, 2016
• ISBN: 9781514469774

Autumn S. Couchant

Autumn S. Couchant was raised in southern suburbs of Chicago. She is a retired senior library specialist at a State University Library. The Ligoncy Secrets III: The UnNatural Rekindle is the finale of three volumes. The first volume is The Ligoncy Secrets. The second volume is Ligoncy Secrets II: The Menage. She currently lives in the metropolitan area of Chicago.

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Chapter 1

In the Air Tonight

Z ach and I had been married for a little over eight weeks and most of it was spent Clinging . Destine hit the nail on the head when she expressed,

If you and Zach CLING you will never go back to Ethan. I thought to myself, "Dy, you almost missed the second love of your life." Zach was being Zach giving me his all making sure I was happy which was making him happy. I can’t remember seeing him so playful except during the period when we were partners many moons ago. He called it the breaking down phase; so he thought. I think if one event in our lives had changed he would have prematurely succeeded in making me his while I was still married to Ethan. Denial on my part was a good thing in our situation.

There was a special invitation presented to me over breakfast. I could feel it in the air. The Lycan Moons ascending and as the saying goes, The fangs come out at midnight. Zach wouldn’t tell me where we were going just put on something very alluring. He was wickedly smiling which meant I did something in the moment that spiked his desire which didn’t take much. I inquired if he was having a case of the bighead? He responded, Oh yeah, He was making his pants leg move like something was crawling. Zach! What I meant was being a show off. Is it a fashion show of sorts? I gave in to his desire as he lifted me onto the kitchen counter and went for the lace. I questioned if I had to be an Empress of fashion casual or Queen of after-five attire? As he continued nipping here and there and disrobing me I seductively lowered his bottoms as he replied, I want you mouth-watering sexy. I assumed it was definitely not an evening with the in-laws. In that moment I forgot everything because…

Later, I called Mom and his mother prying for information. I thought one of them would have a slip of the tongue. His Mom’s reply, I know you will make him proud. My Mom response, "What’s special about baying at the moon, this night?" For real Mom?

The afternoon was racing by rather quickly so I decided to look through my closet of apparel with tags. I was trying on a few dresses due to my substantial weight gain since I purchased the items a few months back. I was just the right weight. Zach loves it—hands full as he puts it. I was bending over, baring all because one of the garments fell off the hanger. As I was picking the garment up I felt his lips on my backsides. I should have known I couldn’t quietly make a selection without the help of my personal disrober.

Zach, I thought I would save you the time of stripping me down to the bare essentials. He chuckled as he caressed the rest. You know I need time figuring out what to wear. So many choices and you are a distraction.

Whatever you wear you will look good enough to eat and you are my meal in heels. I need to help myself to some of this right now.

Zach, you know I can’t; not right now. We don’t have time. Stop it!

I’m hungry. I just want a piece of… Observing his expression of lust he tickled the hot spot. "You Voracious Wolf. You have been breaking off a piece most of the morning and you are not a nibbler. What time are we expected at this undisclosed festivity?’’

It doesn’t matter. We get there when WE get there. He scooped me up and off to the shower. I dropped the body wash trying to open it. Bending over once again I heard him make that sound and a hand was placed on my right cheek. I slowly stood up, facing Zach and said, Don’t you dare.

You know when you bend over your buttocks—heart shaped perfectly.

Let me guess? You are Cupid with the arrow. Here, open this Mr. Bullseye. We lathered up and he got his way again.

I had selected a bright orange halter dress draped like a Grecian gown. My accessories were turquoise jewelry, sandals and handbag of turquoise and coral. I tried not revealing too much cleavage. I couldn’t image what my breast look like to him. The back of the dress hung above my heart shaped buttocks as he puts it. Zach was standing in his mirror observing, smiling wolfishly.

New? as he looked on with approval.

Not unless you were with me three years ago. I still have clothes stored at my parents with tags.

Do I need to add another room? I can send someone to pick up the rest from your parents.

No, not necessary when I have time I will sort and donate items. We just got married. Grouping clothes, organizing boxes for donations is the last thing on my mind. I winked at him. Yeah, decisions, decisions… Making Love? Sorting clothes? Clinging? Packing boxes?

Zach, here’s one for you, ‘To Cling or not to Cling? Imagine what that answer might be? He was making that wolfish gurgling sound. Anything out of place my Voracious One? He was frisking me on a sly,

Zach! Am I under arrest? Are you having a flash back?

No, just can’t wait to get you out of that dress, later.

Zach, I believe you are a Cling Addict and I’m an enabler. That signature kitten smile surfaced as I turned facing him. Admit it, Zach, as I gave him a peck on the lips. Admit what? I smiled, adjusting the collar of his shirt, running my hands down his chest to the waist of his slacks unzipping his pants. Ok, I’ll admit. I’m whipped, he said proudly. What kind of whipped, Zach?

I guess Meow-Meow are in order.

That’s right, Woof-Woof. Zach flexed his pecs and slapped my butt. Alright, we don’t have time to start something you can’t finish. I tagged him on his buns of iron in return. You want to get the car or should I?

How will that look? I’ll get the carriage and you just wait on your chauffeur at the front door. In ten Zach drove up and escorted me to the car. As I was getting in the car he smoothly glides his hand over my backside. Just can’t keep your hands to yourself? He smiled, Can’t help it. I like what I like. I questioned as he walked in front of the Ferleen. What’s the occasion, Zach? You seem very animated, tonight. Curiosity is about to get the better of me. And you know the cliché. Curiosity killed the Cat."

But it’s the Cling that brought it back.

You are making me anxious.

Don’t sweat it, Dy.

I didn’t say I was hot and bothered, Zach.

The evening was balmy for socializing. The drive was brief. We pulled into the makings of a U-shaped driveway that was partially paved. I questioned him looking at the other cars parked across the way. Why are we the only one parked on this driveway?

Don’t worry about it, Dy. Zach got out and opened the door. I stepped out on the newly paved portion of the driveway. It was a fairly new home. It just needed some cosmetic TLC. I smoothed my clothing and checked Zach for damage control. Perhaps, one of us forgot to zip since he does commando. Where are we? There was a wolf head door-knocker which should have been the first clue. Zach knocked four times. I started humming an ancient melody. I only knew one line of the song, Knock four times…

Cute Dy.

"Thank You. Is it a special Howl-day? Is Woof-Woof the secret password?"

Don’t make me bite you.

I presume a secret paw shake will be in order, too? He smiled, shook his head; still no answer of the door.

Maybe, you need to put your back into it. No one hears you a knock’n.

Perhaps, I need to put something in your mouth? We were lip locking as the door finally opened. There stood someone I never expected to lay eyes upon. It was apparent that person was not thrilled to see me, either. We finished our kiss. Then the host said, Come in, Pack Master and Mrs. Jensen. We entered as he continued escorting us while beckoning the attention of others,

Here are the newlyweds. Our guests of honor. The Pack Master and the Mrs. It was Jarl Uffe and his sister, Veena. I was watching her expression of repugnance. I said to myself, Right back at you. Wait until you discover why you detest me. That’s when I decided to sport a line of rosettes across my right breast. Jarl was giving Zach this strained look. I thought he was worried about Veena and I clashing. He didn’t have to labor over that idea. A lady is what a lady does, as Granni Persia would say from time to time. Zach gave him a nod so he leaned in giving me a kiss on the cheek. I looked back at Zach and he subtly shook his head that I didn’t need to respond. Follow us, replied Jarl as he led the way and Veena shadowed. I could see some bristling-up and silent snarling from some of the pack. Others stepped back, all bowed-down in unison as we entered the main room. Great Bastet! I am surrounded by Lycans. I couldn’t help but quietly laugh and dance in my mind, Pussy in the house. I turned to Zach like I was fraught, Zach?

You are fine, my Wolf Cookie. Zach turned facing Veena. She had positioned herself a few paces behind Zach while glaring at me. She still had the hots for him. I couldn’t really blame her. He is the Wolves Howl. However, he belongs to me.

Ms. Uffe, you have not been formally introduced to my wife, Mrs. Dyviniti Jensen. I turned, proudly displaying my markings. Zach looked-on with a grin and said mentally, That’s my Wolf Cookie.

Dy, this is Veena Uffe. Jarl’s sister as you already know. She ran through the greeting, Nice to meet you. She couldn’t stand to say my name or address me as the Mrs.

It is nice to meet you under different circumstances. Remember, the forest? I must have accidently invaded the pack’s territory that afternoon.

You just invaded my bed with Zach. I didn’t do threesomes unless Zach desired it and you would not be my type. as she winked at him. I shot him a look and firmly replied, No time in my life. She sounded off, Oh? I believe in order to keep Zach satisfied you may have to compromise and be adventurous.

I sounded off, Veena, this is my second marriage. I understand what it feels like being number one, TWICE. It will never include a third party. I’m wholesome; not a HO-some for some. Zach stood back listening, looking from Veena to me. She walked away leaving me babbling on which was my aim, Bye!

Dy, you had me worried but I see you got this.

I have something else, later. Maybe that special something. His grin widened, When?

I’m thinking on it. I smiled and kissed him. You’ll do it one day and sooner than you know.

Oh, that sure of yourself?

I know you would never do a Menage a Trois but the other? Come on, I’m your husband. This was the same issue I couldn’t subject myself to with Ethan. Getting off the subject I started talking about Veena.

Veena is not happy about our union, Zach.

What choice does she have? I see you like living on the edge throwing up your Panther tattoo in Lycan territory.

You excite me and I couldn’t resist showing my spots. I whispered with a giggle, Kitty in the house. Zach and I were chuckling, What am I to do with you? I winked, You’ll find something exploratory. We began mingling with the newest pack members first. Zach was enjoying himself as I watched on. It was sensed I wasn’t one of them. There is an understanding NO audible comments in Zach’s presence about his mate. I wasn’t the least bit uncomfortable considering the circumstances. In reality, I was getting a rush being a great cat amongst the giant dogs. I didn’t have the mindset of backing down, either.

Jarl was wearing the Asiuro attire he strides so well in. He strutted over with a cocky grin and whispers in my ear, Didn’t I tell you  . . .? I didn’t let him finish. Tell me what, Uffe?

Zach and you would Cling sooner or later? Dam, I didn’t expect it to take this long. You two had the HOTS for each other and BAD. Pack Master finally got the Pussy in Stiletto Boots. Jarl was smirking as he stood even closer. He seemed to be trying to get a bigger whiff, Definitely Cat.

Yes and you did foretell what apparently was evident to everyone but me. Jarl whispered in my ear,

You were in denial. It wouldn’t be so bad if you were at least a stray dog, a mongrel.

Alright, I get the message. But we love each other. I vented a snarl, hissing sound coupled with a smile.

You are telling the truth. Talk about opposites. I can see why Zach is enthralled by you. It is erogenous if you are into that sort of thing.

Uffe, you are special. I could tell he was uncomfortable with me changing my eyes shape and color. He broke the eye contact with a reply, All those feats you accomplished as an agent turns out you are a shifter, too.

I’m a Veerer.

Oh? The difference would be?

"What we, Pantherthropes of my lineage are termed as Veerers." I dropped my tiger teeth. Uffe walked away chuckling.

Now, I was getting the impression Jarl was disappointed in Zach’s decision giving Veena the bite-off. She is his sister. Jarl might be feeling Veena was used by the Pack Master for sexual gratification. Then again, both were consenting adults. Zach was honest about his feelings and intentions. I was holding my own when Zach found his way back to me. He placed his arms around me as we stood in the middle of the pack gathering. Jarl struts towards us with a serving tray. I wanted to wipe that fixed smirk off his face as he said, One Blood and Coke and a Voodoo for you. Zach heartily laughed and slapped Jarl on his back into next week.

Remember, that day? asked Zach while gazing at me. I responded, "The HOstess with the drenched cleavage of blood and a smile. I asked for a Touch of Voodoo that would be cream and sugar. I see you didn’t get it right either, Uffe. Zach didn’t waste any time responding, All jokes aside, you know I only had eyes for you." All the mirth left Veena’s eyes. She was standing in the background as her fangs drop, eyes were blazing, as a growl escape her lips. I gave Zach a passion filled kiss looking back at her.

At this point, I had been introduced to most of the pack; the stragglers were slowly coming in. I had a feeling that they were showing their disapproval on a sly. I could see it was not forthcoming being accepted by most of them. Of course, the only one that really mattered was my Zach, the Pack Master. There was a ritual that had to be performed by the Pack Master and his second in command for the Fresh wolves. I was wondering if the initiation was about chasing and killing a victim or having a brawl… I was curious which was par for the norm. I was hoping the latter.

The pack was breaking off into subgroups. Zach was going through the formalities with the tenderfoots. He then broke away leaving them in the hands of another member in the chain of command. Zach approached Veena whispering and beholding me. I could tell she wasn’t thrilled about whatever he was saying to her. Zach emphasized that Veena’s duty was making me feel at ease amongst the other females of their pack. Yeah, right. Like that is going to happen. Now, he was mentally whispering to me with a smile on his face. I knew what he was getting ready to do. He was feeling amorous. I could feel it in the air.

He walked over and in mid bite I pretended to be a little inhibited, Zaaach?

We males have business. I’ll only be a few. You are in good hands. I winked at him, But I rather be in your hands.

Do go there. I’ll take care of that, later. Zach looked so Alpha when he turned to her and sternly said her name, "Veena. He then nodded in my direction. Veena bristled up. Hurry back, Pack Master Jensen." His eyes glazed with delight as he nipped my neck before exiting. Veena at this point was seething. I was scanning the area looking for a place to be alone since I was the Lone One of the Pack. I didn’t need her as a body guard. What actually needed was protection from her.

Zach and the males had isolated themselves. Sixty minutes later still no sign of Zach. I started snooping checking out the layout of the house. Uffe had many rooms in need of a serious decorator unless hodgepodge was his taste. I found my way to one of the many outdoor living spaces. Looking out and beyond I decided to take a short walk instead of sitting. I eased out the door, over to the corner of the patio that was a blind spot. I was admiring the beautiful ground cover of bleeding hearts in array of pinks and white. Just when I was ready for a stroll I was joined by a few of the females from the pack. They were sizing me up. One of the females mind bled through loud and clear, Bitch, we don’t like you and you have no place with us. I responded aloud, That would be Panthera to you. She looked on with shock as one stepped to me. She was in my face inhaling so hard I had to feel if she left a nose imprint. Another brushed my hair away from my shoulder with her hand. I assumed looking for the mark of the pack, my Alpha’s insignia. I smiled and replied, Zach is my husband as you well know. It’s not permissible to show you the Markings of Possession. It’s for pack master’s eyes only. Another one grabbed my necklace flipping it, uttering, Fake.

Are you speaking of me or my jewelry? By then Veena was slowly slinking towards me with a cigarette in her mouth. She took a few puffs, looked at it as if to say, This is the last one, and flipped it across the flagstone patio. She approached; invading my space. There was about enough room between us for a fruit fly. I remained poised, talking myself down, Be a Lady. Don’t haul off and slap her fangs out. She nudged my exposed shoulder after every three words, I want you to know this ain’t over, Mrs. Brayden. At this point, I had allowed her to shove me a few inches to the right. Then I spoke, "You are right and it is Mrs. Jensen. It’s been official for months, Miss Uffe. Here is one marking you all can view. They walked slowly towards me and I flipped them. One turned up her nose and rolled her eyes. Then one shouted, What is that nasty looking rash on that, bitch? I responded, Oh, I’m sorry." I turned up the rosettes for viewing. There were a few gasping in shock while looking at me. Veena grabbed my