Keelin Malaroix strode into Rousseau's nodding politely at the vampire who manned the bar. Unlike most werewolves, Keelin never felt the ingrained need to fight every vampire within a mile radius. She'd never wanted to be what she was, the agony of each transition forcing her to become a wolf every month, she understood when an a change was forced upon someone, she could begrudge them their species. Maybe it was the doctor in her. Before she discovered what she was, she dreamed of being a doctor, even completing med school and her residency before her first change. She still had an Dr. in front of her name, but the Lore had little use for healers. The bartender approached, carrying two drinks of whiskey, "Who are you waiting on tonight Keelin?"

"Blonde, mysterious, with an old school kind of vibe." She sipped at the whiskey, enjoying the fire down her throat.

"I'll keep a lookout." He added, departing.

Settling back into the booth, she contemplated her discovery. Of all places to discover her mate, at a Mikaelson ball? In a Mikaelson? She'd spent the hours since the ball, scouring for any information about Freya Mikaelson. Information was spotty at best. Most had no idea of her existence until three years ago, she was almost always seen wandering the Quarter alone, refusing engagement from mortals and Loreans who tried to draw her into conversation. Most gave her a wide berth as sister to Niklaus and Elijah, but she was cultivating her own fearsome reputation. she was absolutely ruthless when it came to protection of her family, routing out threats long before they developed. Most of the Lore feared and respected her, but kept their distance. As a witch she would have been welcomed to join the House of Witches, but it was clear she held no fondness for them. She held no loyalty to the vampires either, outside of her family, she had no connections to the Lore outside her blood. When Keelin followed her to the kitchen, she hadn't missed the utter terror flash on her face before malice overcame it, at realizing she wasn't alone. Someone had hurt her mate, scarring her badly, Keelin felt her claws extend, puncturing the leather booth at the thought.

Her eyes shifted to the door as it burst open, the Mikaelson witch ready to do battle storming through Rousseau's entrance. She'd erased the ball from her, her makeup was gone, her hair wild around her face, just enough to hold onto when we fuck, Keelin thought. Her blood heated at the thought. She had changed into jeans and a flowing white top, despite her casual attire, everything about her said prepare for battle. Freya caught sight of Keelin, heading straight for her. Keelin noticed the bartender's mouth dropped open and his eyes widen before mouthing at her in shock, Freya Mikaelson?!

Keelin ignored him, focused on Freya. Her eyes betrayed nothing, only her body language conveyed her annoyance. She huffed in obvious irritation as she sat across from Keelin, quickly gesturing the bartender over, Keelin noticed that she refused to touch the whiskey laid in front of her. Keelin shrugged, shooting the untouched whiskey back. Josh, the bartender, cautiously approached the table. He bowed his head in deference to Freya, as his princess. Keelin almost rolled her eyes, before she realized that as Freya's mate, Princess was now her title as well. Her stomach roiled at the thought.

"You managed to force me here, what information do you have about the threat to my family?" Freya snapped as josh departed to fill her drink order.

Keelin smothered a smile at Freya's frustration, someone doesn't like to be outmaneuvered. "First, I have some conditions." Keelin stated.

Freya's brows rose to her hairline at the gall, "You have conditions?" The female manipulated her to Rousseau's with the promise of information and now she had conditions?

Keelin continued on as if she hadn't spoken, ticking off her list on her fingers, "This is a much more dangerous threat than any your family has faced before, you must take every possible precaution to keep yourself from harm."

What kind of condition is that? Keelin didn't ask that Freya request clemency from her brothers or from her for the threat against their family, instead concerned about Freya keeping herself safe? What was this immortals motive? No one outside her family cared for her wellbeing since-

Freya brutally cut off that thought, that direction laid only despair. She must have a nefarious motive for requesting such a condition.

"I have a vested interest in stopping this threat, so this is not the end of our… collaboration." Keelin continued on.

Freya covered her surprise at this condition, barely. She couldn't conceal her anger however. Through gritted teeth, she asked, "You think you can blackmail my family, force me to this meeting, and expect not only to walk away unharmed, but for us to trust you to help us in the future?"

Keelin quieted, as Josh returned with two shots of absinthe, she had been surprised by Freya's initial order, but should have known, the Mikaelson witch would have unusual taste. She twirled the glass in her hand, patiently silent until Josh was out of earshot. "Yea." She answered succinctly.

Freya had yet to look at her drink, "Why?"

Lifting her glass in a mock salute to the witch, she smiled slightly as she answered, "Because I know what's killing gods."

Lifting the glass to her lips to shoot down the green liquid, she sputtered when Freya moved like a blur, knocking the glass from Keelin's hand sending it smashing to the floor. Keelin gaped in surprise until her enhanced sense of smell picked up what had been hiding among the potent liquor.

Her shock turned to rage in an instant, "You were going to poison me?!"

When mortals in the bar turned in shock at Keelin's yell, Freya frantically flicked her hand, erasing the moment from the mortals memories. While Freya cast the memory wipe, Keelin stormed out of Rousseau's. Freya was grabbing her arm a minute later. "I'm sorry, I-"

Freya broke off, not sure what to say, Keelin wasn't wrong, Freya had sent Kol to compel the vampire bartender to spike her companion's drink with poison when Freya arrived. The female had threatened her family! She wasn't going to let someone with that kind of information, go on their merry way.

Keelin glared down at Freya's hand, "You don't want to be near me now, witch."

Keelin's eyes flickered ice blue, Freya cursed mentally, Lykae.

Freya slowly pulled her hand back from Keelin's arm, and she tried not to notice that she felt the loss of Keelin's warmth immediately. She tried to explain, "I-I- you have to understand, you threatened my family, I will do anything to protect them."

Keelin kept her back to Freya struggling to get her rage under to control. My mate just tried to kill me. "I would never do anything to harm your family." She growled through her teeth.

Freya scoffed, "You threatened Klaus's alliance within in minutes of meeting me."

Keelin whirled around, her eyes still glowing, her beast was clawing at her, the change so close, she could feel her bones beginning to break. Luckily the darkness of the Quarter let them some privacy from prying mortal eyes. "I was bluffing! I brought no backup! I would never have actually endangered any of your siblings."

Freya's mouth dropped in surprise by the absolute sincerity in Keelin's voice, "Why?"

The shift was overcoming Keelin, the agony of her bones cracking echoing through the alley of the Quarter, but she still managed to gasp out, "Because, as my mate, they are my family too."

The change ripped through Keelin, agonizing for Freya to witness, every bone in her snapped before a light brown wolf was sprinting away from Freya, refusing to look back.

Strolling hand-in-hand, Klaus tried to maintain an affectionate but not crushing grip on Caroline's hand as they returned to the compound. He'd lied to her earlier, he'd said that he didn't remember those years without her, but it wasn't true. He remembered every single agonizing second of the three years without her. She couldn't ever know what losing her did to him, how many times he wanted to end it all but a second before he did, he'd imagine her face and her disappointment in him at giving in to the pain. He was rewarded for his weakness, maybe an unseen force, perhaps the god spirit within him, prevented him from going through with it, knowing their task was not yet done. Telling her would break her heart, it was best to keep it from her. Several servants lingered in the courtyard, cleaning from the ball, several stopped in surprise at their return, but shockingly happiness seemed to come over several of their faces. As if they were happy for him. Odd, he never thought he could inspire such loyalty in mortals, he was too vicious, too bloodthirsty, but with his hand linked in Caroline's he could feel their respect.

Caroline scent overwhelmed him as she leaned closer to whisper, "I bet I can beat my king to bed."

Instant hard-on. Momentarily dimming the madness that banged against his skull. But before he could respond, Freya was slamming her way into the compound pulling the attention of the reunited couple. He was close to whisking Caroline away before Freya noticed them, but Caroline called out to his sister, "Everything okay, Freya?"

If he could have strangled his sister in that moment he would have. Three years since he'd been inside his mate, and Freya had drama now? Couldn't she have waited a week or two? Till he was finally convinced Caroline wasn't about to disappear when he turned his head. Maybe a year or two, as he recalled the pain of her loss. He glanced away so Caroline wouldn't seen the agony in his eyes.

Freya seemed to just notice them, taking their presence in the courtyard with a startled jump. "Caroline!" She glanced at their hands locked together, "Seems my ungrateful brother gained your forgiveness, a pity, I was hoping you would make him suffer for longer." Her smirk quickly faded, "I think I made a mistake." Her eyes drifted off along with her voice.

"Yes you did, sister. Keeping my memory loss was not a wise choice." Klaus growled, Caroline elbowed him, while rolling her eyes at the same time.

Freya waived her hand in dismissal at his ire, "So I wanted to spare you pain, I'm a total monster, I wont consider your feelings again."

"What mistake, Freya?" Caroline inquired, untangling from Klaus to reach comfort Freya, the witch was shaking. Running her hands to warm Freya against the unseen chill, Caroline struggled with something to comfort her.

"I-I…" she paused to compose herself. "There was a werewolf here earlier at the ball, she said she had information about a threat to our family." Freya looked like she was going to be sick.

Caroline guided her onto a couch in the adjacent sitting room. Placing a reassuring arm around the witch, Klaus settled heavily into an arm chair, his twitching leg indicating his remaining annoyance with Freya. He hadn't forgiven his sister quite yet.

"She told me to meet me at a bar in the Quarter, so she could tell me about the threat." Now Klaus leaned forward now, he could forget petty squabbles when his sibling's life was at stake. Always and forever.

"You were not so foolish as to go, we're you Freya?" His voice whipped out.

Freya shot him a pointed look, "Of course I went, Niklaus. But I did not go unprepared. I had Kol compel the barkeep to poison the werewolf's drink when I arrived. I was not going to let a threat to my family's safety go unpunished."

Klaus leaned back in his chair his fingers steepled in approval of her plan. Caroline, however, objected immediately. "You would poison her without knowing she was a threat? Before you even got the information?"

Both Klaus and Freya looked at her with a droll look. Of course they would. "You can't just go poisoning and killing immortals willy nilly!"

Freya brightened a bit, patting Caroline's knee affectionately, "Caroline after one thousand years imprisoned, dreaming of reuniting with my family, now that it's finally a reality, I will tolerate no threats to it." Caroline deflated.

"Guilt tripping me with the imprisonment was a low blow, Freya." Caroline knew it was impossible to argue against it.

Freya smiled slightly, knowing that she had outmaneuvered Caroline. "As I was saying, with her drink all set with poison, it should have been easy. But as I was waiting for her to take a sip, she let slipped that she knew what was killing gods." Freya winced as both Caroline and Klaus jumped to their feet with a shout.

"I got the drink out of her hand before it was too late, but.." Freya trailed off.

"She knew you had tried to poison her." Klaus finished.

Caroline deflated again, falling back to her seat, but her head was already plotting, "My aunts have tons of Lykae friends, I can ask them to arrange a meeting with the packs to explain the need. What was the wolf's name?" Caroline hopped up from the couch again, already exiting the room to call her aunts.

"Keelin!" Freya shouted at Caroline's retreating back. Was that her heart beating faster at the Lykae's name?

Klaus jumped to follow his mate, but Freya stayed him with a hand on his arm, he turned back to her fangs extended and madness playing in his eyes. She jumped back in alarm, but Klaus quickly regained control. Not so put together as he plays in front of Caroline.

"Niklaus.." She bit her lip, "I need to ask you a question. About mates."

His eyes were stuck on the space Caroline had occupied a moment ago, he waived his hand imperiously for her to proceed.

"Would you ever make a move against Caroline's family?" Freya barely muddled through the question.

"Why do you ask?" Klaus's gaze finally whipped to her face.

"I just- I need to know." Freya wasn't ready to reveal all, not yet.

He sighed thoughtfully, "Unless they attacked first, no I would not ever make a move against the Valkyries."

Her head tilted, "Didn't you want to keep Caroline from them initially?"

He ran his hand through his hair, "That was to keep her safe from the threat I believed them to be. When it comes to a Lykae's mate –" Klaus broke off suddenly.

"What?" Freya inquired.

Another sigh, "You will do anything to keep them safe and happy. It's hard to forget that mistakes with mates are forever, Lykae will do whatever it takes to regain a lost mate." His voice drifted off.

Freya placed a hesitant hand on his arm, but Klaus flinched, and without another word left the room, no doubt following Caroline's smell.

Caroline paced in Klaus's study as the phone rang Val Hall. Her aunt Lucia picked up on the third ring. Lucia was married to Garreth MacRieve, younger brother of Lachlan and prince of Lykae, if anyone knew this Keelin, it would be him. "Hello, niece! Or do I call you father now?"

Caroline sunk into Klaus's desk chair, "Nïx told you."

Her aunt snicker echoed through the phone, "Yes, our dear sister did mention your new promotion. Coool, Im on the phone with a god."

That forced Caroline's mouth to twitch slightly, "I know I expect gifts and sacrifices immediately. Is Garreth there?"

There were hushed whispers as her aunt covered the receiver, one with a deep Scottish burr."Yes, he is. Did you want to talk to him?"

She'd probably spoken four words to Garreth since he married Lucia, so a phone call of small talk needed to be avoided at all costs. "No, just put me on speakerphone."

Klaus entered the study, silently clicking the door shut behind him. He raised his eyebrows in question at the phone, she rolled her eyes in exasperation, also putting the phone on speakerphone.

Loud echoes of sound came across the line as Lucia put the phone on speakerphone likely holding it between her and Garreth. Klaus came behind the chair, placing his hands on her shoulders in silent support.

"You need me wee Valkyrie?"Garreth rumbled over the phone. Klaus's hands clenched at the statement not a fan of the werewolf's phrasing, Caroline only needed him.

"Yes, do you know a Lykae by the name of Keelin?" Caroline reached up to lay a hand over Klaus's hand in reassurance, his grip eased.

"Keelin… I recall hearing news of a Lone wandering the Bayou by that name, but I don't know her. Why do you ask?" Lones, or lone wolves, were werewolves without a pack, they were deadly, unpredictable, and often insane. Packs were everything to wolves, to go without one for any extended period of time caused the Lykae's humanity to fray. Packs rotated Alphas through out the years, each staking a territory and grappling for dominance. All Alphas yielded to Lachlan and Garreth as their royal family, but no others. It was something the two wolves took great care not to abuse.

"Do you know anyone who could get in contact with her?" Klaus inquired.

Eery silence held for several moments. "Now I must be dreaming, because it sounds like your niece is keeping company with Niklaus Mikaelson." He said to his wife.

Muted voices several, "Ach!" "Since when?" Before Garreth came back on the line. Caroline smothered a smile.

"As your aunt has just seemed fit to inform me, you are his mate? You're far too good for the likes of him." He continued despite knowing Klaus was still present. Before Klaus could intone a cutting reply, Caroline replied icily.

"You know I said the same thing when Annika told me about you and Lucia."

Another long pause, before a booming laugh, "No offense intended, wee Valkyrie. But the information you seek, there is someone I know who keeps track of Lones, monitoring when they come and go, I'll send him along to the Mikaelson compound. I assume that is where you are staying?" Caroline could hear his arched brow.

Klaus responded this time," It is Lykae, her home always and forever. We'll await you're visitor, MacRieve." Klaus punched the end call button without a further remark.

"You know Garreth was just trying to get a rise out of you, he doesn't mean any harm." Her voice instantly soothes his irritation at the Lykae. He dropped an affectionate kiss to the top of her head. The kiss sent shivers down Caroline's spine, and Klaus realized that he had not touched her intimately since discovering she had survived. Something he felt was woefully remiss of him. He kissed her hairline, inducing another shiver from her. A kiss to her pointed ear, shiver down her spine. "Get on the desk." He growled into her ear.

She looked up at him, her eyes silver with desire, and her breath coming in short pants. She obeyed after a second, sitting on the desk, facing him. He took his chair when she vacated it, sliding her shoes from her feet, letting them drop to the ground with soft thunks. Gently, he placed her hands on the lip of the desk behind her, making her grasp the edge, her breasts jutting forward from the position. She was panting now, her pupils huge with desire. "I believe my queen needs punishment for the stunt she pulled with Mikael."

She immediately protested, "I was trying to save – "

He put a single finger to her mouth, hushing her, "You are not allowed to come, until I let you. I'm going to keep you on edge, that is your punishment."

She bit her lower lip, nodding, her cheeks flushed with the idea.

He stood from the chair, pushing it back from the desk, her legs spread wide, and her arms back, the madness at bay in her presence. Agonizingly slowly, he started to remove her clothes. Her jeans unbuckled, he reached beneath them, deliberately avoiding her pussy, rolling them from her body, whipping them off. He did the same with her shirt, leaving her in a yellow bra and thong. He leaned forward, using a hand to collar her throat gently, "I almost forgot how your skin felt, or how your face lit up when I was fucking your pussy." Her breathes were becoming shorter, his dirty talk turning her on even more. He scented her arousal in the air, his hand drifted down, resting too lightly against her breast, swollen with her need. She tried to jut her chest into his hand, but he stopped her. "No this is your punishment my queen, to be so close, but no relief in sight."

She nodded, and he returned to her chest. Tweaking one nipple through her bra, making her jolt in desire. "I'm going to drink from these sweet tits one day, when I'm fucking you. I'm going to mark you so you'll feel me with every step."

He nibbled her nipple lightly, before moving his hand farther down to her heat. "I can smell how drenched your pussy is for my cock. Do you wish I was buried deep in you?"

"Yes!." She breathed. He groaned at her answer.

"If you're good during your punishment, I'll grant your wish." He growled. Palming her pussy over her thong, just so he could feels her cream making the lace soaked. He kept the slight lace between his fingers, rubbing it roughly against her clit. "Now look at that pretty pussy, so ready for a good fucking, too bad it will be hours of waiting."

"Hours!" She yelled.

He pulled the office chair back, sitting in it, putting Caroline's feet on either arm rest, caging himself in between them. He slowly dragged his tongue along her inner thigh, stopping just short of her sheath. He began with the other leg, stopping from licking her where she needed it. She became wetter as he watched, frenzied for her orgasm. Finally, he used his tongue against her, the lace giving it more friction. But his tongue was too slow to let her come. Just kept her on edge, giving her no relief. He slid down his own zipper, palming his length, she saw her eyes flash when she noticed. Standing up again, letting his pants loose around his hips he ordered, "Take off my clothes."

She hurried to obey, ripping his Henley from him, going to her knees to remove his pants the rest of the way. He managed to grasp her hands before she could take his length in them. "Naughty girl. Get back on the desk, your punishment isn't over." She groaned in protest, but resumed her position. He used a claw to slice her bra into two pieces, moaning at how stiff and swollen her breasts were. He couldn't resist roughly sucking on them, hard enough to make them even stiffer.

"Klaus! Please!" She begged. He was sure she didn't even know what she was begging for.

Taking the two strips of cloth left from her bra, he wrapped each around her wrists, binding them to the edges of his desk. Her arms spread and trapped preventing her from reaching for him, or bringing herself relief. "If my queen breaks her bonds, the punishment will only be longer. Is that understood?" He placed a hand over her pussy, vibrating it roughly to emphasize his point.

"Yes! Yes, my king." She cried, though she still tried to thrust his hand inside her.

He set down to his task, licking her tortuously slow, she became more frenzied for an orgasm the longer he kept her on edge. Though it felt tortuous to them both, he didn't hurry his pace, too slow to let her build to an orgasm, merely keeping her so close, then backing off before she came. He began to jerk his own length, building to his own orgasm, while denying hers. Her hands tightened around the ties keeping her hands from him. She was watching his hand as he playing with his own length, even more entranced with it when she noticed he was close to coming. "Please!" She begged.

His voice was rough, his own orgasm close, "You like watching me come?"

She nodded frantically, her hips rocking against his face on their own accord, still desperate for release. He used his other hand to rip the lace thong from her, roughly shoving a single digit inside her, before stilling, she tried to grind against it, but every time she did, he pulled it away, preventing her climax. He was coming, moving back from her to jerk his length, ejaculating on the floor. She looked disappointed when his cum landed on the ground, he remained hard for her though. His immortal resilience enabling him. "Disappointed?" He tilted his head, in curiosity at her expression.

"I wish you had come on me, my king." She blushed as she made the admission. Still on edge for her own orgasm.

"You want me to mark you with my cum, my queen?" He growled the question, turned on even more by the idea of her tits and pussy covered in his seed. Swiping what little of his orgasm remained on his shaft, he placed it at her lips, she sucked the digit desperately into her mouth. Gods, she was made for me. He could never have imagined a more perfectly wicked queen.

He kept edging her close to orgasm for another hour, coming again on her tits while playing with her. She was begging, railing, screaming at him to finish her. Finally, he turned her on her stomach, leaving her bound hands, forcing her arms to cross over at the wrists to stop herself from breaking them. Her ass perched high in the air, her pointed toes struggling for purchase on the ground. He roughly grabbed one knee, placing it on his desk, spreading her pussy wide for him. He couldn't resist the call to come inside her any longer. "Does my queen wish for relief? Does she want her pussy to feel my cock fucking her?"

"Yes! Fuck me, please!" She screamed. Her oversensitive nipples rubbing against the wood of the desk, increasing the agony.

He smack her ass hard. "My queen knows the rules. She only has to ask for what she wants." He spanked her again, the sound echoing in his study.

She gulped, looking over her shoulder at him, he looked positively wolffish at her pussy. "I need you to fuck my-" hard smack on her ass, "your pussy my king."

He leaned forward, growling in her ear, "I'm going to fuck my pussy so hard, you won't be able to walk straight for days, and you won't try to leave me again. Is that what you want?"

She hesitated briefly, so turned on she didn't care, her hesitation earned her another smack, "I need my king to fuck me so hard, I never want to leave him again."

It was all the permission he needed, he slammed inside her. The breathe momentarily pushed from her lungs. He grabbed one of her tits to keep her from moving away from him, and he began a punishing pounding of her pussy. He slammed into her, had the desk shacking, drawers attempting to rattle open. She came quickly. Having been on edge for so long, it was only momentary relief. She just began to descend from her first orgasm, when he took the hand that had been holding the desk in place, momentarily smacking her breast, before descending down her front to where he was entering her, rubbing her clit to begin another orgasm. She tried to protest, that it was too soon, but his other hand smacked her ass hard, before returning to clutch her breast, and she wisely kept quiet. Letting him bring her to another orgasm. He growled in her ear, "Tell me you love me."

He continued his punishing pace of thrusting, and she felt yet another orgasm build, she whispered roughly, glancing back into his ice blue eyes tinged with red when she did so, "I love you." She began coming and he felt the orgasm rip through him as he came inside her with a shout.

He remained in side her, both panting with breath at their lovemaking, "I love you too, Caroline. Don't ever leave me." She missed how his voice was tinged with madness at the way he said it, merely enjoying being in his arms again.