The Beast's Virgin Claim

Yet when he raises his knives to thrust deep into my neck and end me in one fierce strike my male's scent wafts forward in full force to comfort me.

"I hoped you would change your mind, Castor." Phobos's calm voice has the both of us freeze and turn towards the beast regarding us with striking golden orbs. He has his muscular arms folded across his chest as he nonchalantly leans against a tree lurking in the umbrae out of sight and what I can see clearly are his penetrating lustrous eyes.

"Alpha." Castor beholds my male with terrified eyes and for the first time since we met today, I witness the first crack on his hard exterior.

From behind Phobos his two shadows step out bringing themselves into the light both coolly watching Castor the entirety of their attention fixed on him. My moon blessed's orbs then land on me there is an imperceptible alteration of his emotions as he notices my bleeding and bruised neck but he manages to retreat to his cold-blooded self. The composure he shows in such a situation has me shudder his eyes are indifferent his body steady and firm and he is collected as though what is transpiring is not a big deal for him.

"I knew something was amiss. I allowed Theia to go with you so I could discover your hidden agenda. Never even in my most foolish dreams would I have ever thought one of my wolves would betray me." When he steps out of the obscurity his furious eyes immobilizes Castor who endeavours to portray his strength but fails for the aggressive authoritative pheromones that leak out my male rips him apart from the inside and I notice the way his knees buckle. Phobos is slowly overpowering him to his knees.

"This female has changed you. This is not who you once were."

"That is true I accept. But what you failed to recognize is this female also breathed life into me." Phobos smiles a loving smile as he admires me but it horrifies Castor, for now, he understands how much I truly mean to his Alpha.

"I appreciated you, Castor. You were one of my wolves and I was pleased when you found your female on my lands. But this treason of yours I cannot condone it." Phobos rolls up the sleeves of his shirt and I visibly stiffen along with Castor for we both know what he is going to do. Today will not be the day of my death but his. "It is amusing how you thought you could kill a female that belonged to me that effortlessly. You cannot even fight back this moment can you?"

It is true Castor is arrested in his spot Phobos has full control of this male's body with such ease. "Theia, come to me." His voice is tender but he is concealing his true essence from me. He does not want me to see him in his real form. The male next to me still tries to plunge the knife into my flesh as though ending me would bring about peace and prosperity to the pack as though if I vanished his Alpha would awaken from the spell I have hypnotised him by and this Phobos keenly discerns.

As I take unsteady steps towards Phobos's heat, Drakho and Awan saunter forward forcing Castor into a submissive pose preparing the prey for death. My male lightly swipes his thumb across the bleeding gash on my neck his sharp eyes intently inspecting the wound. Without warning, he bends down and hurriedly shoves his fingers into my locks to shift my face to the side and bare my neck to his mouth.

His slimy tongue firmly licks the sore wound the sounds of his wet slurps and sucks burning through my ears and the fact that the other three males are watching his way of healing has me clench my eyes shut in shyness. Phobos does not enable me to avoid his wild mouth his embrace crushing as he drags me back to him by my waist. After a few minutes, he shifts back to once more examine my cut satisfaction simmers beneath those irate orbs his beast and him both content with the result.

"You are fortunate that you cut my female only a little for if it would have scarred her instead I would have chopped you up into tiny pieces as a present for your family, Castor." Phobos sets an affectionate kiss upon my forehead as he gradually lets me go.

"Phobos do not kill him." I despairingly clutch onto his shirt gazing up at him with imploring eyes. The relentless male of mine does not pay heed to my request merely seizing my wrist to brush his icy lips against my pulse. "He has a family. You can punish him as you see fit but death is-"

"An eye for an eye." Phobos declares with a sinister stare on his face that has me quiver in terror. I do not recognize him this moment never have I seen him this way except for the time he hewed off that male's limb at my first trade for touching me. "Your head I will deliver to your family so they can honour you as you claimed, Castor."

"Phobos please." I will not be able to face Castor's female or pups. I cannot watch their misery. But my mate could care less about my pleading, he would do his duty as an Alpha.

"Awan. Vezmi ji dom." My male nudges me towards Awan who catches me yanking me away from the bloodshed that will occur here.

(Take her home)

"No! Stop. Awan." I beg as the uncaring male who reads my lips understanding what I said still speechlessly drags me away from the scene attending to the command that was given to him. Yet before I could finally be expelled from sight I witness how Phobos's beast leaps out of his flesh to pounce on Castor and I hear the sounds of gut-wrenching outcries of torture that accompanies the splatter of fresh blood.

After Awan had dropped me at the cabin I had sobbed my heart out I felt so utterly weak, I could not save Castor and neither could I stop Phobos. It hadn't occurred to me that I was almost killed today for somehow even when that male told me he would end me I was not smothered by fear for a part of me knew. I knew Phobos would come for me no matter what.

It is late in the evening when Phobos returns home to me, the racket of ear-splitting female cries garners my attention and I abandon everything I hold in my hands and rush to open the door and stand by the steps. My eyes enlarge as I discover my male drenched in blood from head to toe his unreadable distant eyes locked on me rooting me to my spot.

A scream threatens to tear out my throat as I find Castor's head lying in front of his female's feet his eyes wide open and lifeless staring into voidness. His female looks as though she is about to collapse and foul bile climbs up my throat as I sicken and gag turning away from the horrid sight. Phobos had done what he said he would, an eye for an eye seems unfair in this situation I merely received a cut but Castor had his head sliced from his body after enduring unfathomable torture.

My male inhales a deep breath and our pack wolves brace themselves for his wrath they are all kneeled upon the ground their heads bowed low whimpering. "The rumours are true. My female and I are finding it difficult to bear a male." Loud gasps of astonishment are heard from every side and I swallow restlessly feeling eyes on me.

"She has been undergoing unpleasant treatment as well as...emotional turmoil for her dream is to be a mother. She has never once put herself before the pack everything she does, the female she has become is for you all. And instead one of you sought to murder my female because of her inability to bear me an heir and in return I have brought you his head. No one touches my female not even a strand of her hair will be stroked by sickening fingers. Theia is mine, she belongs to me. If you attempt to take her from me whatever the reason I will not slice a mere limb from your body but carve your fucking heart out and feed it to the scavengers. Am I understood?" His turbulent dominant voice blares out evoking shivers down my spine and the wolves bow deeper in submission.

"Yes, Krl." They say in unison.

"Castor will be buried, no matter what he was one of ours but my female and I will not be present. I have forsaken him and for his sin of attempting to assassinate my queen. His family will be punished. I will not be their provider anymore I will be sending them away from our lands to another pack, they have no seat at my table." When Phobos heartlessly utters those words Castor's female loses consciousness and crumples to the ground, I gasp stepping forward wanting to help her but my male climbs up the stairs and clutches my wrist in a crushing grip halting my movements. He hauls me inside and slams the door to our cabin shut behind us.

There is a terrifying darkness that accompanies his entry and I take a wobbly step back the red blood coating his flesh that trickles down to paint our cottage floor scares me, the expression he holds on his face terrorises me. As he takes an abrupt step towards my warmth I take one back shaking my head in denial a whimper leaving my mouth. I know what he wants from me, what he will do to me to relieve himself of that darkness that lingers within him. "Phobos don't."

When my back lands against the wall and I have nowhere else to run he clutches my jaw roughly forcing me to meet his dull lifeless eyes and rams his tongue into my mouth. I shut my eyes struggling against his chest as he ruthlessly devours my lips his grasp on me is too painful to bear. I want to talk with him to understand what he is feeling but he is shutting me out, he wants severe fucking to take his mind away and make him forget what he has done.

"Wait, sto-" When I tear my mouth from his my male pounds his fists against the wall over my head his chest heaving as he peers down at me with beseeching eyes.

"Do not refuse me, Theia. I...need you." The urgency in his voice hurts me, he needs my light just like I needed his when I came to know of my barrenness. He has never pleaded with me like this before, Castor must have meant a lot to him.

Standing on my tiptoes with no further reluctance I encircle my arms around his neck tugging him down to me for a passionate healing kiss and he hastily hooks his limbs beneath my thighs and carries me towards the couch.

Our movements are hurried as I unfasten his pants and he hoists my skirt to shove aside my soaked panties baring my dripping cunt to his leaking enlarged tip. In one brisk thrust, my male enters me groaning with relief as I lay my forehead against his my mouth open wide allowing a lusty moan of pleasure appreciating how he fills me up and stretches my walls but my heart is overwhelmed by profound grief that stabs into my organ. It is not my own but his. I am feeling what he feels at this moment.

I cradle his face in my palms and peer down at him as he looks into my loving eyes desperate for comfort. "Oh, Phobos." My lower lip quivers as a fresh set of tears ooze out my eyes. His anguish of killing a friend is unendurable for him, their memories together shall forevermore haunt him. I kiss his features his eyes that drown in misery, his nose, cheeks and lips. Tonight I will make love to him over and over again until his heart is eased. I will love his pain away.

His pack does not know that underneath his emotionless demeanour burrowed beneath my male possesses a heart of gold.