Author Luna Liz
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PHOBOS KING OF BEASTS CH 44: Love or Hate
🕑 Added 2025-06-18 08:58:16 +0000 UTC
"Is it true? Is it true that you have been plotting an attack on Alpha Giovanni's pack?!" I shove open the bathroom door in a hysterical force that has it slam against the wall with a boisterous bang. My voice comes out in a shrill shriek for I am in a state of immense panic about the truth I have discovered.
Phobos is unfazed by my abrupt intrusion, his palms are still set steadily against the wall in front of him with his head bowed as he allows the searing water to douse his scarred being. It is instantaneous the way my cheeks flush feverishly, the way I swallow moistening my parched throat that is engulfed by a raging desire to devour and the way my dry cunt dampens to the wicked sight of my nude dripping male. I should have thought this through.
The rhythms of my heart quicken and my chest heaves as my eager blues take a sensually slow scan of his tattooed muscled flesh, it has been so long since I have beheld his rugged bestial magnificence this way. Being away from someone you love usually has the effect of rapid weight loss just like what occurred to me when I was a juvenile and Phobos left me. But this male of mine is nothing like that rather his muscles look much more prominent and toned to my thirsty eyes. The way his brawny biceps and shoulder blades tense and wickedly flex to the slightest of his movements, the way the firm abs of his belly tauten as he bathes has my knees weaken and my legs buckle with the weight of my sinful need that engulfs me whole.
In my absence, he had gotten even more physically stronger more ferocious and wild. His apparent changes do not startle me at all rather it tests and tantalizes me with each passing day. With heavily aroused hooded eyes, I monitor how his fingers clamp around his veined cock that is starting to awaken from slumber to my presence whilst he scrubs it with the soap's froth. He gradually tilts his face slightly to the side his darkened blues colliding with my narrowed dilated ones. Goddess save me from his cruel seduction, I cannot help but want to crawl towards my moon blessed on my hands and knees and await his filthy onslaughts.
"Yes." He replies with a throaty grunt his eyes narrowing as though daring me to oppose his decision.
"Y-You cannot! I am against it." I jut my chin out and exhibit my bitterness at his conclusion to do so. How can he massacre wolves who are innocent, who have not gone against him in any way?
"That has nothing to do with me." There is a plunging seriousness in the tone of his sonorous voice as he twists the shower knob and calmly wanders towards the wooden cabinet with the fogged-up mirror.
"I meant what I said before, you cannot do this. They have done no wrong they did not keep me there by force. I continued to stay there on my own will and you know this." I plead with him, I cannot have them butchered for my sins. He must show mercy this time for they hold no blame or guilt but me.
Phobos merely draws out a tucked towel and swiftly binds it around his waist attempting to escape me for he does not want to take part in this. He does not speak to me showing me that this conversation is the least of his worries or interest, I cannot do anything to change his mind for he has made his judgment and will deliver the suitable punishment as he sees fit.
"Phobos." I trail after him like a lost pup remaining hot on his heels as he marches toward the open kitchen continuing to disregard me. "If you think ignoring me will arrest my trials to stop you, you are mistaken you barbarian! Must you be so bloodthirsty?"
My words have him freeze in his tracks and whirl around to face me at an indescribable speed that has me take a stumbling step away from his fiery heat. His infuriated glare sends a trail of uneasy tremors down my spine but I stay rooted to my spot. "You know my ways. You know the uncompromising rules I abide by. An eye for an eye is what I live by, Theia. If I show weakness here my enemies will take this as their advantage some might even see it as an opportunity to go against me. It is not just you that I need to protect, I have our male and our wolves. I am the Alpha."
"I understand the reasons behind your decision to wage war upon them, I am familiar with your ways but please can't you let this slide just this once?"
"Are you even aware of what you are asking from me this moment?" He snarls furiously baring his pointed canines to me as he takes a terse step forward to capture my slender wrist in a delicate yet firm grip whilst jerking me to him.
"Yes. But you are so blinded by the sense of betrayal and madness that still lingers within you that you are failing to see you will be slaughtering innocent wolves in your need to retaliate. That is wrong Phobos and you know this."
"I am doing my duty as an Alpha. And they are not innocent, the day Tadeas was born they knew just whom you belonged to. Yet that pup who calls himself an Alpha did not send a message to me as he should have. He permitted my female to remain on his lands despite knowing I was on the hunt for her and for his actions he will pay with his life." His face is so very imminent to mine that the heat of his breath scorches my skin and sets me ablaze filling me up with an unfathomable urgency to have him inside me. To sample his scalding skin and his delectable mouth. This seductive male of mine is driving me wild and he does not even know it.
"It is because I requested it," I unhesitantly express my truth and his eyes widen lightly to my words.
"You requested him to not let me know of your presence there?"
"Yes. He was going on a trip with his female and younger sister. I asked him to let me stay for a little while longer in their absence and I promised him no harm would come to his pack or family. So please do not do this."
Phobos scoffs in disbelief gazing away from me to take in a calming breath so he can soothe the erupting wrath that simmers beneath waiting to be unleashed and I quickly seal the remaining distance between us. Standing on my tiptoes I tenderly lay my quivering palm over his right cheek and his boring unforgivable stare softens to my touch. "You are always quick to anger, my stubborn beast." I beam and the tips of his lips twitch as he strives to control his smile.
"You are the same." He whispers but the roaring fire in his ocean blues does not perish merely boils underneath.
"Indeed and somehow we are making it work are we not?"
He nods but does so with a tiny reluctance his eyes drifting to peer at Tadeas who is cooing from his safe spot upon the floor that has been polished and sheathed with thick woollen mats to protect the little one and keep him warm. I cradle his face and turn him to regard me once more, tilting my face to the side I slowly advance towards him to appease my uncontrollable craving to kiss him and to taste his lips. A year. A year has passed since we last kissed or had sex. Those facts do not seem to disturb in him any way or at least that is how it looks to me but I miss his flaming touch. I miss that ungraspable lust that turns my mind blank, that passionate fucking and even the gentle lovemaking.
Phobos twists his face away from mine indicating his refusal and my heart clenches achingly at his blatant rejection. He never kisses me anymore, he never touches me in a sexual way either. I do not know of the reason but I feel it has nothing to do with me but rather himself. "Do not try to repress my wrath with your body, that will not work. Alpha Giovanni and his pack will not go unpunished. My word is final and I will not have this discussion with you anymore."
"Must you truly punish someone for it?" I ask.
"Yes."
"Then punish me, I will take it on their behalf."
He glowers as though he does not comprehend my words, the sincerity held them in he cannot accept it and he finds this to be sickening. "You would willingly bleed for them? You would bleed for wolves who are not yours, for wolves you have known only for a few months?"
"Yes, I would. They embraced me with open arms, Phobos. They took me in without question and I believe it could be a place which we can visit often together with Tadeas for that was where he was born. Do you not see the meaning Italy holds for me?"
My male spits at the ground like he desires to get rid of the vile taste at the back of his throat. "My male should have been born on our lands, on this soil for it is what belongs to him. It is his home. I will never visit that godforsaken place again perhaps only to destroy it."
"Phobos." I implore holding onto his forearm but he rips his hand away from mine with a shake of his head, his blues filled with displeasure.
"You know I will not harm you in any way. You know that you are safe here and that you will not be tortured or touched this is why you fearlessly ask me to punish you in their stead, Theia. I am not foolish."
"I am simply being honest. You can draw blood from me if it means that they will be safe and you will show them mercy. If it is bloodshed you demand then have mine." I voluntarily give him my throat curving my face to the side baring my neck to him and he snarls loudly as an unyielding wave of fierce outrage confines him that has the windows of our cabin rattle.
Grasping my wrist he roughly yanks me towards the dining table and bends me over it as an audible gasp of surprise and excitement is let out by me. My voluptuous breasts are crushed against the hardwood and my male locks my limbs in his large palm behind my back completely immobilizing me in a matter of seconds.
"How is it that you always never fail to provoke me this way, Theia?" He growls and I pant with anticipation of what is to come, of the indecipherable pleasure that he will deliver. He is bitter that I willingly asked him to take a strike at my throat if he wanted to do so.
"I only speak my truth." I wheeze out shamelessly arching my back so I can grind my plump ass against his thick erect cock that eagerly jabs at me from behind pursuing my attention. All he needs to do is get rid of that towel and I will let him have his way with me. "Are you upset with me?"
"Yes." He groans out unable to obscure the appetite that is growing in the abyss of his empty belly, his voice is so very hoarse and drenched with his blinding lust to ravage me. One can never fight the moon's gift, especially amid fervid seduction.
"Good then I will take your punishment for my sins right now and in return, you will leave Italy alone."
"I suppose my continuous lenience has made my female attempt to dominate me. Do you think that you are in a position to overpower me, Theia? Look at how I have you bent over the table positioned to receive a brutal fucking from my cock. You cannot do this with me instead can you?" Avid fingertips teasingly brush against the sensitive fluid-glazed skin of my inner thighs and I shudder violently as a jolt of ample want is shipped straight to my needy cunt whilst I whimper out in bliss. How is it that with just just a minute graze of his fingertips he has utter and complete control over me and my body? What has this beast done to me?
"This is different," I utter the sound of my voice is barely a whisper for I am striving to remain in control of my thoughts and emotions that are restlessly prancing around to his sizzling touch. To the feel of his hot bulky being pressed firmly over mine.
"Your body is brisk to submit to me on every occasion when it is my time to feed yet you defy me with everything else." His towel-clad humongous cock mercilessly grinds against my weeping cunt and I desperately endeavour to tug the hem of my skirt up so I can uncover his sodden feast to him. "Keep your hands on the table. I do not remember asking you to move, Theia." He growls raspily and I jerk forward instantly halting my actions at his domineering command as he forces me down further with his strong hips.
I cannot do this anymore, I truly desire him more than I ever have. This is torture and I know he is doing this to prove a point yet I do not care. I am starved and I will eat.
"Phobos please," I whine unashamedly meeting each assertive thrust of his pelvis halfway as he vigorously humps me whilst I reveal to him my longing to be gobbled up. I am offering him everything but he refuses to just take it.
"What have I told you about begging, Theia?" His grasp around my neck tightens and I dig my nails deeper into the wood carving it out as his right palm settles over my ass cheek. Yes, spank me Phobos and grant me that delicious mix of pain and pleasure.
"That it excites you. Why do you think I am begging you right now?" I whisper chewing on my lower lip as my cheeks crimson to the truth I deliver without a tinge of shyness. I have never been so frank about my needs to him before.
Phobos groans as though he is undergoing unendurable torture to my words and he coats his fingers with my nectar only to unhurriedly glide down from my swollen clit to my moist pussy lips until he stops at my tight entrance that is wailing to be fed by his massive cock.
"You want this?" He grits out huskily as I shove my cunt further towards his fingers demanding more friction and delight.
"Yes. Feed me." I mewl erotically when he gently pinches my little bundle of nerves. I want my breasts fondled, my nipples sucked, my mate mark bit for they will aid in a speedy release but he is doing nothing which is cruelly heightening my sexual frustration. He is being exceedingly reluctant which is so unlike him.
My male takes a curt step rearward putting a chilly distance between us and hastily yanks down my skirt shrouding my stripped quivering flesh from his ravenous eyes. I spin around with a deep frown amid my brows in question as he tightens the towel around his waist that was so close to slipping down and showing me a mouthwatering sight. "Why did you stop?"
"Because I told you that I would never touch you that way again or punish you with my body."
"And I told you that you cannot make such decisions without my approval."
"I am merely respecting you as my Luna and as Tadeas's mother."
"You lie. Do not lie to me, I detest it. Tell me the truth! You are avoiding me, Phobos. You are evading any sort of physical connection with me. We reunited six months ago and we have not shared a single kiss or even made love once. You have not kissed me for six months do you not see the wrong in this?"
My moon blessed stands still for a few seconds speechlessly registering my words with a tilted head and strides to me with his eyes glued to my yearning lips as he reaches for me with purpose. Setting the knuckle of his forefinger beneath my chin he raises my head skyward and tenderly presses his desirable lips against mine. Prickling tears of heartache are brisk to brim in my eyes as our lips mould together to become one but it is lacking so many things and that sensation of voidness ruthlessly stabs into my organ.
I do not feel the ardent passion we once harboured that I felt boastful of, the love we have for the other or even the adoration he claimed he feels only for me. I feel nothing as though I am kissing an emotionless wall. I fear this male feels nothing for me anymore and it tears me apart from within.
"I will make love to you as many times as you want." He mutters into my mouth and I pull away from him with a wobbly shake of my head whilst shoving my palms against his chest. Noticing that I wish to be free from his hold he lets me go without objection. I do not recognize this male of mine anymore.
"I do not want you to kiss me because I ask for it. I do not want you to make love to me because I desire it. I want you to do them because you wan-" I stop myself before I can continue expressing my thoughts. I am terrified of what he will state in return for my words. What if he says that he loves me as his female but has lost all interest in my body? What if this is because I bore Tadeas? My body is not the same anymore I admit I have stretch marks that surround my belly accompanied by saggy skin. It has been merely six months since my delivery and it is gradually healing but what if my changes bring forth a sense of distaste within him?
Phobos snares my jaw and forces me to meet his searching gaze. "Are you unsettled with me?" His voice is uncertain yet also slightly nervous. "Theia you know I cannot read your emotions, I need you to communicate to me what you feel for otherwise, I will not know."
"I am all right." I smile lovingly up at him as I nuzzle into his warm throat that bobs at my intimate gesture whilst I inhale his intoxicating musky scent that alleviates the tension and unhappiness I feel replacing them with pure love and peace.
"Are you certain?"
"Yes. I am, do not worry. Can we return to the topic of Alpha Giovanni and his pack?"
"No. I will speak of it no more with you." That is all he declares whilst shifting away from me and stepping into his bedroom. Though my male has returned from the wilderness to live in the cabin with Tadeas and me, we seldom share my bed together as we did before. Phobos chooses to sleep on his own and often comes by in the middle of the night to tend to his male who fusses either wanting to be changed or fed.
I struggle to rest every night without his warmth that I have always cherished so much, my cheek was often crushed against his chest with his left limb securely bound around my waist. Sometimes my back was pressed against his front as he held tightly onto my being whilst the both of us slept peacefully. I felt safe and warm in his burly arms but now all I have are the icy covers that taunt me of his absence.
"Then I will fight you on this no more. But know this, if you do choose to go forward with the bloodbath I will never forgive you for it."
The beast visibly stiffens in his path and his back tenses to what I just uttered. He balls his palms into tremoring fists and the veins in his forearms protrude through thick skin as he seeks to reign in his vexation. "Why must you always put me in such a difficult position, Theia?"
I move forward keeping my footsteps light to delicately settle my lips over his spine and set an open mouth kiss in between his shoulder blades. "I am the only one who can guide you on the right path when you are overwhelmed. There is a reason I am your Luna, Phobos."
He sighs his back hunching with resignation and I know it. This male will bend to my will on this matter, he will submit to me. Because he cannot deny me for he knows what I spoke was the ultimate truth. I will never forgive him if he hurt any of the wolves in the Italian pack.
"I will...reconsider my decision. But this does not mean that I have made up my mind to not retaliate."
He will reconsider it, that itself is a major thing coming from him. "Thank you, my male." I nudge his back gently with the tip of my nose displaying my gratitude and he exhales harshly. "Also I do not want your relationship with your brother to be harmed."
"What do you mean?"
"Deimos and Alpha Giovanni are very close, almost like father and son in a way I heard. Apparently, Deimos was the one who trained him to become the Alpha and Lumina conditioned the females to fight." Phobos turns around to regard me with a surprised expression.
"I was unaware of this. The females there are like ours? They fight?"
"They know how to yet their traditions have conquered their rules once more. Before Alpha Giovanni's reign, his pack was extremely vulnerable and had faced an invasion forcing the females to learn to fight and even become warriors. But now that they retrieved their strength and power the females are not permitted to take part in wars anymore."
"I see. So that was why Deimos was able to simply saunter into his lands like that." He mumbles under his breath as understanding finally sinks in within him.
"I also wanted to ask you about something,"
"What is it?"
"What did you do to Moira?" My question has him grimace as his mind dispatches a series of bloody images that both haunts and trouble him.
"What did you do to her, Phobos?" My voice is shaky for I feel what was done was something that was out of his hands. That he owned no control over what transpired before his eyes.
"I did not do anything, he did."
"Your beast?"
"Yes."
"But he is close with her, he allows her to touch him... to touch you."
"It shocked me too for she was the one who saved us and we owe her. But he somehow understood the situation that occurred between Moira and me in that tent. He loathed it and when he could not find you anymore he wanted to eliminate the top threat to what belonged to you."
"I do not understand," I speak as Phobos tows open the cupboard and pulls out a pair of pants that hangs loosely around his toned waist and a very tight-fitting shirt that sits snugly over his mighty pecks and eight bulgy abs. All his clothes have gotten tighter on him he needs new ones.
"He found her to be a threat to you and our relationship." How can an animal understand this, how can he grasp the concept of this even when Phobos cannot?
"So what did he do?"
"He tried to slaughter her. And I tenaciously opposed him from the inside throughout his endeavours and at the end of our war, he left Moira with lasting scars that will follow her for life. Not just physical scars but also mental ones."
"Oh, goddess." I cup my mouth with my palms in a mixture of stupefaction and disbelief. So this is the critical cause that drove their friendship to fall apart and wither away. This is the reason she fears him and my beast with the totality of her being for if she attempted to rekindle their bond in any way my beast will not hesitate to end her life once more and would make sure she is dead. "And you think what he did was immoral?"
"Do you think it was right? That her demise was necessary and would have been seen as honourable?" There is this deep all-consuming anger and hatred of himself in his sharp dull blues. He feels remorseful and ashamed for what his beast did to Moira.
"N-No I did not mean it that way."
"It does not matter what issues the three of us had he had no right to try and butcher an innocent, especially the female we both owe our lives to. But instead, he prowls in the darkness of the night and waits to sink his canines into her throat. That female possesses a young male who has already felt the misery of losing a father at a young age and I cannot be responsible for his mother's end as well particularly when she did no evildoing."
"I understand, I did see the fresh scars on her arms and I also noticed how your relationship with her has changed."
"I cannot even look at her without being drowned by a whipping wave of guilt. She was the only female who was not frightened of me or my darkness no matter what and now her flesh violently trembles each time I pass her. She is a broken wolf and I do not wish to cause her any more harm, I promised her male as he suffocated on his blood at the war floor that I would take care of his mate."
"So what will you do?"
"I will not do anything, I do not have time to focus on such things. Our friendship has ended she is one of my many wolves now that is all. I did not let my beast slay her and for that my debt to her and her male has been settled."
"And what of Argus?"
"You are aware of the decisions made, yes? Argus will be trained to be Tadeas's top warrior, he might even end up being his beta if they forge a bond such as Drakho's and mine." Nodding in agreement I scrutinise the way my male secures his long uneven hair in a loose bun at the top of his head and I cannot help but marvel at his feral attractiveness. He truly is a masterpiece I can sit and admire for hours for no art can ever compare to what he possesses.
Phobos draws out a familiar-looking object from inside the shadows of the cupboard and my orbs broaden with astonishment when I finally determine what it is. "I found this at lying at the side of the road a bit farther from our main gates. Thankfully it was not broken, it survived a few scratches that is all. I suppose you want this back." Baffled, I continue to gape at the cellphone clutched tightly in his right palm that Cronus had cast out of the truck the night of my escape, my male's first gift to me. I fleetly snatch it from him and squeeze it over my hammering chest for my lost treasure has returned to me. Enveloping my limbs around his neck I tug him down to me whilst thrusting my nose toward the surface of his neck. Setting my watery lips upon his mark earning a fierce shiver from his being I murmur into his heat, "Thank you."
He is hesitant yet after a few seconds of mute contemplation he encircles his arms around my curvaceous waist and holds me tighter to his flesh and I let out a faint cry of comfort and contentment. I miss his warmth, the feeling of his body pressed against mine so much. "It means a lot to you."
"Is that a statement or a question?" I ask chuckling.
"Both?" He too nuzzles into my throat dragging my scent to his lungs to subdue the fire of need seething within him. He too seeks the heat of my flesh but he is wary of me, I do not know what is going on in that thick-skulled mind of his but I will need to find a way to break through so I can understand why he is acting this way.
"Of course, it does mean a lot to me. You gave this to me. It is your very first present to me and I will treasure it until the end of its days. I had been very upset when Cr- when I had lost it." Phobos still does not know that Cronus assisted me in my flight, we are just recovering and mending our bond and I do not want to wound his heart anymore. I will tell him everything once I feel that he can take on my truth strongly and that I or Cronus shall face no consequences for it. We are family he must make peace with my betrayal soon enough.
"Just like how much you mean to me." He whispers his soothing voice muffled by my locks whilst his moist lips brush against my forehead evoking familiar yet exhilarant tingles all over my being commencing from the tips of my fingers.
"Is my male comparing me to a mere cellphone?" I ask teasingly obtaining a gruff chuckle back from him.
"You know very well you mean much more to me than that? Or are your insecurities still humming after all this time? If it is, speak to me of them and I will pacify them with my truth, Theia." He voices whilst selecting a strand of my hair and drawing it to his lips. I miss it, him calling me by the pet names that he created for me. I miss listening to those affectionate words escape his mouth. He only calls me by my name now nothing else.
Before I could answer him the shrill sound of the phone ringing has me jolt back with dazed eyes. Who would call this phone other than Lumina or Cronus? Both of them are aware that this phone is lost. I quickly answer the call while striding back into the living room with my male following close behind inquisitive and tensed about the one who is on the other line.
"Lumina?" I say with a frown of puzzlement. For what reason is she calling me? Has something gone wrong? I divert my attention to Phobos and gaze up at him with widened orbs and his own narrows at my reaction. What if...what if he has discovered my brother's involvedness in my escape, has this male of mind done something behind my back?
"Oh thank goddess! I was merely checking if you would receive this call in your cell phone and if Phobos had somehow found it and returned it to you."
"He did. He did find it for me." I whisper as a hue of rosiness paints my cheeks and I look away from my male's probing globes.
"I knew it rather I had foreseen it." She laughs and I grin, indeed she seems to know much about Phobos's feelings than me. Is it because Deimos and he are similar in many ways and she has spent a long time with her male so she is able to read Phobos effortlessly? "I have called to notify you that Ragon and Elriam are at your gates, they are awaiting clearance to enter. Deimos and I purchased a few gifts for your little one and desired to deliver them to you as soon as possible. I also took my time in buying a few outfits for you. I trust that they shall aid in the healing process with your male."
"O-Outfits?"
"Yes. Lace bras, garter belts, thongs that barely cover anything and of course there is this new type of bra I encountered where your breasts are uncovered but are held up by sheer straps? Deimos seemed to love it, that silly male tore them apart as soon as I tried it on so I bought some for you too in a few darker shades that will look inviting against your pale skin."
"That really was not necessary I-"
"Oh come now, you must always remember that if you want him to yield to you, you must use your body at certain times for it is our secret weapon against our egoistic mates. All males are the same for they think with their cocks especially when it is their females enticing them. Try those bras and seduce him into submission. I assure you, it will work."
"Thank you, Lumina. And I shall let your wolves in. I will return your kind gestures in the near future as well."
"There is no need for that, we are family." With those sweet concluding words, she ends the call and I whirl around to regard the patiently waiting beast who has his suspicious eyes glued to my flesh.
"Lumina and Deimos have sent a few gifts for Tadeas. Ragon and Elriam are at our gates, we must let them in."
"That is all she had to say?"
"Yes." I nod bashfully playing with my fingers keeping my eyes on his chin for if I glance into his luminous eyes I will not be able to help myself but convey everything about the suggestive lingerie which is bait to lure him into my tight drenched den of wickedness.
"Why did that conversation take more time than needed?" He questions as he draws open the cabin door whilst I pick up an enthusiastic Tadeas who loves clinging on to his father's or my body. He prefers feeling the heat of our flesh than any blanket or bedding.
"Female talk, you know how it is."
"Oh, I do know. I possess a female of my own who adores talking." He ridicules and I flash my teeth at him whilst he chortles at my playful antics.
Phobos takes speedy steps his bare feet sink into the damp soil with a weight that leaves his footprints behind for me to pursue. There is a mixture of concern and unrest that bombards him for though he is aiming to act as though he has no care in the world he feels agitated at the abrupt presence of Ragon and Elriam, he cannot help it. Trust. I planted that seed within him and watered it every day as it grew into a massive tree but with my betrayal, I chopped down that tree with my own two hands and heartlessly tore its root out from within him.
Even though those two wolves outside are his brother's he finds them to be untrustworthy just like he sees me at particular times. I do not blame him for after all certain elements of his changes are my fault. The truth that he cannot read emotions breaks my heart each night I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling with my remorse ruining me. And after came trust that he has lost. In a way, my mate has partially reverted to the male I met three years ago. And it is my responsibility to make sure I breathe life back into his soul that has placed its borders to drive away everyone including me except for Tadeas. His male is the only one Phobos reveals his true self to.
Sometimes I would hide in the kitchen to glimpse at my moon blessed as the blinding light in his ocean blues shimmered more brilliantly than the stars in the vast dark skies when he embraced our pup to his chest and beamed down at him. It was a lovely sight I could not take my eyes away from. But when he would discover me discreetly studying him that glow would die instantly and would be replaced by that...fakeness. He does not want to hurt me I can see that and he is fighting to make it work between us. But that simulated light in his eyes I want to extinguish it and bring my male out of his shell where he seeks shelter and I will.
When we reach the gates Phobos freezes in his zone and so do I glowering at his antics. What is going on? Before I could get a satisfactory peek at what has him bitter at the situation he instantly moves in front of Tadeas and me to shield us with his towering frame and athletic body quickly getting into a warrior posture preparing to attack if provoked further. His shoulders are hunched as he unveils his teeth and sends forth a rumbling snarl that reverberates around me which has our little beast spring up in my arms and nestle himself further into my bosom seeking safeness.
"Phobos?" I beckon him softly positioning my left palm in between his shoulder blades wanting to soothe his erupting stress.
"Let me in!" Ragon bellows with a ferocity and I recoil from the aching urgency carried in his voice. It sounds as though he is experiencing torture. The racket of our gates rattling wildly to his inner conflict has me take an unsteady step back farther from the entrance, a need to guard whom I carry consuming me. What is wrong with him, why is he acting this way?
"Calm yourself this instant," Phobos orders harshly his dominance spewing forth his beast lingering behind barriers reading the wolf to check if he is of any significant threat that requires his presence.
"What is wrong with you, Ragon?" Elriam screeches with irritation at the background but the wolf pays no heed to her peering up at my male with beseeching eyes. He reigns himself back listening to my male's demand and presents him a deep bow of respect.
"Forgive me for my insolence. I smell my female on your lands, Alpha Phobos." Ragon speaks hoarsely his hands balled into trembling fists as he keeps his eyes adhered to the earth. My globes enlarge with surprise at his words and without another thought, I fleetly move past my male to permit the frenzied male to enter. I know how it feels when you eventually discover your moon blessed it is a ripple of emotions that manifest within you and seizes the reigns of your being in a second of a heartbeat. You cannot fight it but cave in to its summoning until you hold your moon blessed in your arms and only then does the storm finally quieten.
"Theia!" Phobos snarls in warning advising me to stop for he still does not believe this male's words. Ragon exhibited aggression that compelled him to distrust the wolf even more. But I know Ragon he is a good male with a very special heart who is devoted to Deimos and Lumina, even Kal!
"Otevři brány," I command the surrounding warriors and they are brisk to give me terse bows of agreement and unlock the gates as per my instruction.
(Open the gates)
That is all it takes for Ragon to dash forward at full speed towards the heart of our lands with his nose lifted into the air his ardent eyes rapidly inspecting the grounds hunting for his gift from the moon.
"Ragon! Wait for me, you idiot." Elriam hollers whilst hounding after him. Lumina informed me how those two are inseparable almost like siblings not by blood but by choice. Before Phobos could take off too I capture his wrist and pull him to my side.
"Trust me, I know that male. Ragon is always composed and never acts out of place, his female is here Phobos." I grin up at him as he strides with me towards where our wolves reside.
"Do not go against my orders that way again. My duty is to safeguard you and Tadeas. I cannot do so if you continue to disobey-" My lips gently press against his obstructing the flow of his words and I smile broader at him as he lifts his right eyebrow in question gaining a chuckle from me in return.
"Are you trying to shut me up?" He asks with disapproving eyes escorted by a subtle shake of his head.
"Reprimand me later. I wish to see the wolf who belongs to Ragon. He is a good catch and she is a lucky female." I whisper whilst interlacing our fingers and casually leading him towards the commotion that is expected to take place in the next few seconds. He does not protest rather surrenders to me on my desires and strolls with me peacefully not uttering another word.
"No!" A female's high-pitched shriek of hysteria has the both of us halt at a distance frantically search for the source.
"Mine. My female." Ragon booms as he yanks on the lean wrist of the female and hauls her up to her feet. Was she that overwhelmed by his appearance that she tumbled to the ground with shock? Ragon cocoons his brawny arms around her waist and lovingly nuzzles into her throat dragging in the scent of his mate whilst she shudders violently in his unrelenting hold. I am unable to see her face for my wolves are barring my sight all I am able to determine with clarity is her back that faces me.
"She cannot be your female," Phobos speaks from my side with a coolness that worries me.
"No, she is mine. I feel her in the abyss of my soul. What is your name?" He asks throatily his eyes boring into hers as his ample ardour and need for her is willingly displayed for all to smell and sense but he does not care or feels no shame. All he sees, all he feels is her this moment.
"M-Moira." Her answer is hardly a whisper but I detect it unquestionably. Moira? How can Moira be his female? Her male died in war, her male was Ondra. I do not understand.
"Moira. My Moira. Do you know how long I have been looking for you? The mountains I have ascended, the skies I have flown across and the valleys I have crossed? Never once did I give up on you my female. My name is Ragon, your moon blessed."
My heart clenches bitterly at the truth that has ultimately stepped into the light. This...this is going to end badly.
"Let go of mama!" Argus is fast to force himself through the tiny space between Ragon and Moira. He pounds Ragon's lower belly with every bit of strength he possesses within him, his warrior training being useful for the little one at this point.
Ragon glowers with puzzlement with a slight tilt of his head at Argus not understanding what he means, "Mama?" He then lifts those disbelieving betrayed orbs back to regard his sobbing female and the broad cheerful smile perishes on his face along with the profound affection and tenderness replaced by a stony unfeeling mask.
"This pup belongs to you?" There is disgust that rings shrilly in his voice and it has Moira jerk away from him as her heartwrenching cries louden in sound. She offers him a wobbly nod of submission and he is brisk to take a giant step away from her and Argus. His enraged eyes browse the grounds his war teeth flash at every male standing closeby whilst he tears his shirt and flings it to the ground. "Who touched what belongs to me? Whom does this female belong to other than her moon blessed?" He roars and with his wrath comes an indecipherable misery that feasts on his heart from within. We can all see it, the despair that is devouring him till his bones.
"Her male died a few years ago if that is what you wish to know," Phobos states from my side with his hands clasped behind his back and his head held high. He is not Moira's friend anymore but her Alpha and he will behave as such.
"How long? How long were you with him?" Ragon interrogates his distressed eyes staring down at Argus scanning his features whilst the pup fearlessly scowls at him. This is why Phobos believed he would make a fine warrior or even a beta, he stands tall and strong even in the face of uncertainty and potential danger.
"S-Since I was a juvenile." She stammers keeping her head low weeping noiselessly. She is filled with humiliation for now everyone knows her secret that she managed to conceal for many years. She not only betrayed her male but the pack and also her Alpha.
"Were you raped? Is this pup a result of that? If this is true I do not care, I will love you through it all for you are mine and half my soul belongs to you." When she does not answer him and their eyes finally meet Ragon closes his own incapable of preventing the excruciating suffering he is undergoing. "You...loved him. You still do." His voice cracks as a resounding gnarl departs his mouth and he fists her locks in a fierce punishing grip to raise her face so she can continue to meet his hateful eyes. She whimpers out followed by pleading whines as more tears spew down her red cheeks. He inspects her unmarked neck that is forced bare for all to see. Understanding belatedly sinks in, the reason why she never tied her hair up, why she always made sure to conceal her throat at all times. If she did we would have all found out and she would have been punished by Vůdce and her females.
"I suppose he endeavoured to mark you as his countless times. A mark that is given to one which is not from your moon blessed will always disappear and that is why the moon took him from you. For your sins." Her cries turn more agonising as she struggles against his chest to his vicious words but he makes no move.
"You can make a choice, Ragon. You can either leave Moira and her male here or you can take them with you. But know this if you do choose to leave them here they will have no seat at my table. Ondra and her male have lied to their Alpha and that is not tolerated. As per the laws, they will be deserted by the pack. Moira will be punished for losing her virtue to another than her mate." Argus peers up at Phobos with wide blurry eyes and my male gazes away his jaw clenched unable to face the innocent one who will be penalised for the sins of his mother.
Ragon peers down at Argus who hides behind his mother now terrified for he knows he has no one to guard him or his mother from the foreign male. He inhales a deep breath composing himself and gives a brusque nod of assurance. "I will care for you both, I will provide for and protect you both. It is my responsibility as your male, the moon chose me as yours not another and I will honour her. You can continue to love and yearn for Ondra if that is what you wish even until the end of your days and in return, I...will never love you, Moira. I forsake our bond. The moon has made a mistake indeed for I do not do deserve this." Unable to stand on her feet anymore she plunges to the ground once more and wails as Ragon gazes down at her with unforgiving eyes. His words hold truth, he can never come to love her for that betrayal of hers will torment him for the rest of his life. That she never was and never will be his.
The teasing giggling of a young female draws the totality of our attention and we speechlessly watch as a breeder steps out of a nearby tent sensually dragging up the fallen straps of her tunic whilst wiping her mouth that is smeared with dense semen pursued by a smirking Drakho who tugs up his pants tailing closely behind his hungry eyes set on the outline of her plump ass cheeks that sways seductively beckoning him. This is a typical sight to witness in our pack, males are entitled to use breeders for sexual relief except for sex or penetration of any kind.
There is a sharp intake of breath that has him snap his gaze to Elriam who has her enlarged wounded yet disgusted eyes fixed on him. "Moje žena!" He mutters with astonishment as she gapes at the breeder sizing her up as though coming up with all the distinct ways she could end her.
(My female)
Oh Goddess, why? Why must you be so cruel to them? They do not deserve any of this so why plan their first meeting in such a way?
"You come near me mate or not I will plunge my knives into your throat and watch you choke on your blood as death takes you." Elriam barks spitting at the ground as she gags at what she has seen. She pulls out her sharpened knives from within the long sleeves of her shirt and swirls them in her fingers keenly monitoring his every movement preparing to strike when needed.
"Mate? That male he is yours? What the fuck is wrong with this pack? Does no wolf here honour the mate bond?" Ragon roars as Drakho courageously takes a few more steps forward his orbs dazed as he locks on a shaking Elriam who looks like she shall retch any moment.
"I still hold my virtue, I have been saving it for you," Drakho states wanting to lure her out towards his eager flesh that is teetering on the bridge of longing and desperation.
"I hold my purity too but I have now decided that I will not give it to you. I will offer myself to another male who deserves me not my mate who seeks sexual gratification from whores." Elriam voices her truth and those words drive her male out of his bloody control as he claws elongate and he sprints ahead towards her heat, his jealousy and possessiveness setting him ablaze. Elriam grasps her knives tighter and aims them for his throat but I see the quake of her palms, the reluctance that is uncommon in warriors. He is her male she cannot kill him for if she did do so she would die with him.
"Drakho!" An overbearing command from my male has him stop in his tenacious path to her and his piercing eyes drill into hers as his chest heaves with a need to capture her and take her away so no other male can set his eyes on her.
Drakho grimaces and Moira exhibits a pained suspecting expression as Ragon positions himself in front of Elriam. "You will not touch her unless she gives you permission. If you still wish to do so I will send you to the moon right here."
The four of them stare at each other their devastated hearts bleeding and their minds shattered by a barbaric hurricane. There are no more words spoken yet it seems to reverberate clearly for all of us to hear. They each must choose between two options that will set the course of their relationship for them.
Love or Hate.
Comments
Nawal Mikou
Luna are you planning to publish additional chapters soon?
Remmy
Updates soon?
