Melania

When they got back from their garden walk, Alastor and Marina brought the puppies to the nursery to tuck them in, with Marina going to their bedroom and the alpha staying for a few minutes. Marina had already slid beneath the covers and was peacefully sleeping when he locked the door to the master bedroom behind him. He reasoned that, with the rest of the house's residents sleeping, he might as well join them. He'd been gifted with the ability to fall asleep as soon as his head struck the pillow, but tonight he looked up at the ceiling, that elusive aroma gnawing at the borders of his consciousness. He leaned in to hug Marina, nuzzling into her neck again, hoping to discover the aroma.

Once again, just lilacs. He fell onto his back, pouting, knowing he was no closer to discovering the source of that delightful perfume. Perhaps he went nuts for a short time after eating some moldy bread by mistake. Damion was already pacing, evidently irritated, when the alpha awakened. Alastor had no idea why, but it resembled the way Wolf behaved before going into a rut, which was strange considering that there would be no full moon for several days. The alpha made his way downstairs, passing only Dunwoody as a soul. "Where is Marina?" He inquired after welcoming the butler. The butler pursed his lips, as if weighing his response. "Mrs. Bridgerton complained of some pain this morning and has left to attend an appointment with the physician."

"I see. And have you seen Sirene?" He didn't know why, but he felt compelled to glance aside when he nonchalantly inquired about his house guest's movements, refusing to meet Dunwoody's eyes, which had fluttered upon hearing the second inquiry. "I'm afraid I have not, Mr. Bridgerton."

Sirene could just about dissolve into the background, so horribly embarrassed and enchanted at the sight of his smile- oh, how she missed him, their time spent exploring the forest, or rambling hours on end about old and new memories; where had the time gone. Shaking free of that undertone of longing she felt guilt seep into her chest, gripping tightly to Marina like a lifeline and hoping she would not drift from reality once more. "I'm sorry! that was never my intention, I am glad you two are happy together." But even she knew those words would never ring true and she would have to continue to suffer in silence.

Tetra was still there looming at the back of her mind; anger building and lips curling back as the young womans self pitying thoughts sent her chocolate-furred companion into a rage. It boiled forth, forcing Sirene to fall back onto the bed behind her before her Irises shown a haunting blue. "I wont let you out if you keep reacting this way. Please I do not wish to fight anymore, I have grown tired." The brunette muttered beneath her breath, the silence of her room deafening as her wolf's presence drifted away.

"Ren" His smile widened at seeing his old friend; the two years he had been apart from her were a mere spell, but it appeared that his friend had changed significantly since the last time he saw her; he seemed to notice every detail, her chocolate-colored hair appearing browner than he remembered, her dress complimenting her skin, among other things. He quickly looked away from her, chastising himself for the thoughts that had begun to circle his mind. "Oh, I am terribly sorry!" Marine said as she carefully guided her cousin away from the alpha.

"This way, Sirene." Her grin turned into a vicious sneer as she shoved her cousin into the unoccupied room. "Don't start up your hopeful fantasies. Alastor, like every other alpha, regards you as someone to be pitied. He's just delighted you're here so we can spend time alone." Marine stepped away from her remarks, returning to the alpha, who had gone to the nursery to view his pups. "I missed you, and I'm sure the twins did as well; maybe a walk in the garden with just the four of us?" She questioned the alpha, who nodded, trailing behind his wife.

"Marina." A soft voice called out followed by a pair of approaching footsteps, the young brunette peeking her head around the corner from the grand hall and giving a pinched glance over toward the two before it quickly melted away. "Oh, hello again Alastor." Sirene flashed him a warm smile which ultimately just conveyed uncertainty before turning her gaze toward Marina and speaking cautiously. "You ran away during our conversation, I still do not know where I am to house my things and I wish not to impose on any ones privacy wandering into all the rooms."

The girl was anxiously twisting the satin of her dress between her fingers; her weight shifting between her feet trying to stand in place. 'She wont stop touch him! ' Her wolf rumbled from deep inside the reaches of her conscious, teeth clicking together as her fur bristled. 'Marina is his mate Tetra.'

When Alastor stepped through the front entrance, he was greeted by a very faint yet enticing perfume that made even Damion raise his head, which was rare. The perfume was fresh, warm, and sweet, but he could not pinpoint the particular notes which irritated him. Perhaps his wife's severe discomfort was subsiding, and her fragrance's core was being revitalized with new compounds? "Alastor?!" Marina paused when she spotted her spouse. Her gaze darted across the room, and her lips parted in surprise. "Why have you come here? I feared something dreadful had happened." Marina was extremely excellent at acting and tricking the oblivious Alpha into thinking she genuinely cared. Alastor smiled at his wife, taking her hand and kissing it. "Rest assured, I simply missed you and the pups." He wrapped his arms around Marina, hugging her, using the opportunity of nuzzling her neck to take a deep breath. Lilacs. Only lilacs. "Well, the circumstances were most fortuitous; we are hosting a guest!" Marina smiled brightly at her husband, wiggling free from his grasp.

Name: Sirene
Age: 30 (I can go younger or older)
Gender: Female
Romantic Preference: Demisexual
Species: Lycanthrope/Siren
Appearance: A young woman with chestnut toned skin, thick chocolate-brown hair that reaches a little past her shoulders, and ad-normally pale blue eyes. She can be spotted comfortably wearing one of her many cozy sweaters, turtle necks, or a baggy T-shirt going past her thighs; Sirene often struggles with warmth and gets fairly cold very easily causing her to thrown on a sweater despite it being T-shirt weather.
Alter-Appearance:

Other: Sirene is physically drawn towards water, she has to have some sort of contact throughout the day or her skin will crack due to the dryness putting her in a lot of pain. The whole transforming on a full moon thing is a myth one that usually gets a chuckle out of her; Sirene can change when she pleases or when under a high amount of stress but her shift can vary differently. She spends a decent amount of her day along the waters edge, be it the ocean or a river.. that is where most are more likely to see her.

Name: Alastor

Nickname: Damion (his wolf's name)

Age: 31

Gender/Pronouns: He/Him

Sexuality: pansexual

Species: Lycanthrope

Appearance: a young alpha at the height of 6'1 with shaggy/curly blonde hair and ocean blue eyes. The alpha is more on the muscular spectrum, but despite this, he is awfully quite able to sneak up on anyone if needed. You can find him wearing jeans and a jacket, not caring about how he looks unless at a ball.



Personality: Alastor is known for his good-natured jokes and polite manners, but his predatory nature is hidden beneath his blue eyes and smile, always tightly on a leash, as he and his brothers learned from their parents.