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PHOBOS KING OF BEASTS CH 38: Mother
🕑 Added 2025-05-12 13:01:48 +0000 UTC
"Open," Phobos utters his voice low and sonorous as he steers the fork towards my mouth which still has not finished chewing on the well-cooked scrambled eggs.
I swallow down my bite and open my mouth for the next whilst leaning back to settle my weary head upon his shoulder my eyes fluttering close drowning in exhaustion. I have been very sluggish these past days Phobos had thought I was unwell but I am doing all right it is just that the preparations for the pack celebration are draining my energy for I am continually on my feet from early mornings to late nights.
As Luna, I am constantly asked for my opinion on every small element from decorations, the potential menu to the way the tents shall be set up. There will be numerous wolves attending from other packs we are close with so it is my duty to make sure they feel welcomed. Before my arrival, Phobos hadn't bothered to care about how he and his pack seemed in the eyes of foreigners but now that I am his female I want to make sure all the negative perceptions they held of our home is removed by the entertaining and welcoming ambience we shall create.
"Theia."
"Hmm." I hum softly snuggling further into his warmth my nose nudging his neck as his comforting scent lulls me further into much-needed rest. Just a few more minutes, please.
"Finish chewing your meal, Drahá." There is slight humour in the tone of his voice as he delicately skims the pad of his thumb over my cheekbone attempting to wake me up from the sleep that consumes me. I commence munching my eyes still closed yet his command resonates in my mind earning a faint chuckle from him. I sleepily open my mouth and he feeds the next forkful that I devour eagerly for no matter how tired I am my hunger lingers and reveals itself in my belly.
My male bends down to playfully nip my cheek and I startle awake from my haze peering up at him with drowsy eyes. "Phobos," I whine not in the mood to joke around with him. The truth that I have so much to do today brings forth another wave of tiredness that swamps me.
"Open." He states elevating the spoon to my lips to fill my stomach with some lukewarm porridge and I part them taking a loud slurp of the creamy richness. It tastes really good, I did not have the energy to prepare breakfast for us today so Phobos did so instead. He has gotten really good in the kitchen I must admit he can whip up something delicious in a matter of minutes sometimes. He has been training under me to cook but I hadn't expected those lessons to come in handy.
My male slips his sinful fervent palm over my bare thigh that lurks beneath my skirt and I flinch at the abrupt sparks that sets my cold flesh aflame whilst watching him with cautious eyes. "Open." He repeats with a filthy smirk and I detect the wickedness held in his voice for he has asked me to open my legs not my mouth. I blush wildly and protest with a punch to his chest obtaining a gruff grunt in return.
He seizes my slender wrist and steers my hand to his mouth to brush his lips against my pulse, a sign of his affection towards me that he often does. "You need not work so much, my female."
"I must." I yawn tiredly stretching my sore limbs before glancing up at him once again. "I witnessed the looks the other wolves gave you and our pack during the celebration you held in my honour on the second day I arrived here. I wish to change their impressions of us."
"My pack can never be...'welcoming' as you put it. It is not in our blood we will always be feared and respected, Theia. We are different from the rest in a way they cannot understand, some even blatantly have refused to enter my land for they think I am an abomination."
"There is no reason for them to invariably dread our lands, our wolves or you. We are harmless until provoked we are good. We need strong allies Phobos."
"I do have allies." He rasps as I raise my eyebrows at him in question.
"A mere few packs will not aid you in your times of need. We need more powerful packs with loyalty that burns in their veins."
"No wolf would dare to enter into a war with me and if they did I am mighty enough to slaughter them all. Unlike me, my beast does not grasp the concept of mercy."
"Phobos please." I plead with him wanting him to remain on my side in this matter. I have only begun making our wolves understand the need for this and if he disagrees so will they once again. His striking ocean blues plunge deep into mine and a low sigh of resignation passes his lips.
"Do as you wish, I will not stop you in any way. If you think this is for the best I will do as you want."
"Then how about you smile in greeting when everyone comes?" I ask with enthusiasm. It would work if he smiled warmly at them they might be less stiff and guarded in his presence.
Phobos flashes his teeth to me a hushed growl thundering out his chest with displeasure. "I am the King. I do not smile, even my wolves haven't seen me smile that much why must I do so with strangers?"
"Then what about-"
"You can do anything as long as it does not concern me." Phobos rephrases his earlier statement to me and I pout in defeat. Here I thought I would be able to get him to alter his intimidating and fear-instilling presence a bit.
"Okay." I nod giving up not wanting to force him into doing anything.
"What have you planned for today?"
"The females and I were going to discuss something about the menu for the celebration, there are a few changes to be made. Then I need to help the pups make the decorations, they wanted to take part in it. After that I would have to check our winter inventory we cannot use all of our supplies it needs to be in certain amounts at a time and we might need to trade for some more. If we do need such since Cronus is coming for the first time I will ask him to bring some along. I also need-" Phobos sets his forefinger against my lips quietening me with a low frown on his face.
"This is too much work, my freesia."
"It is nothing compared to what you do and it is my duty as their Luna. If I won't do it then who will?" My male beams at my words and gently plants his lips against mine as though he is both proud and happy with my truth.
"My Luna." He whispers his chest puffing up his eyes gazing into my own with deep adoration. Phobos always tells me there is a reason why the moon has blessed him with me not simply because I possess a certain indefinable power that compliments that of his beast's but because while he has to be the hard hand that punishes and dominates I am the gentle hand that comforts, heals and nurtures. We are perfect two halves that fit like puzzle pieces.
"And did you say the pups will do the decorations?"
"Yes! Is it not exciting? It will look colourful and fun!" Phobos scrunches up his nose showing me his disapproval of this idea of mine.
"I will not have my pack looking like a damn circus, Theia." There is a seriousness in his eyes that baffles me, why must this male be serious all the time?
"Trust me on this Phobos."
"I do trust you it is the pups I do not." There is a comfortable silence that follows his truth as I calmly sip some water to quench my thirst from the wooden cup not replying to him and he instantly recognises the meaning behind my lack of words.
"You will not yield to me on this will you?" He groans as I readily nod my head in reply. I want the pups to do as they wish. Before I had arrived they were kept on a tight leash they did not know how to behave like a pup for they were thrust into the world of harsh training to be future warriors and serve their Alpha and that includes not just the males but also the tiny females. So I wanted to make sure they knew how to play around and just be normal pups. They were growing up too soon when there was no need for that.
"And while we are at this topic the pups require more art supplies."
"Art supplies?"
"Yes for the storytelling evenings I host for their entertainment. The females are giving birth to many more and I will need more stock to store for the future participants."
"Very well, I will speak with the Alpha. I will try to get as much as I can at the next trade. You can come with me if you'd like I shall buy for you whatever you wish."
My forefinger distractedly circles the rim of the cup I hold, my mind occupied by other thoughts. Despite my happiness in the rapid growth of our pack my heart still refuses to give way to unbroken joy. As their Luna, I am so very delighted for the expecting families and couples but as Phobos's female and myself as Theia, I still seem to be standing on an unsteady bridge where if it split I would be shoved into a dark hollow pit of bitterness, heartache and neverending misery.
"Theia." There is a profound softness in my male's voice as he gazes up at me with a knowing look. There is nothing I can protect from those sharp eyes of his that never fails to read as though I am open book. "If I as your male have such immense hope for you and our future why are you faltering my queen?"
"It is not that simple for me anymore, Phobos." I choke out clenching my trembling palms into closed fists digging my nails into the frail flesh in order to arrest what wishes to show itself to him. My weaknesses, my true feelings about my infertility he is aware of them all but at this moment I do not want to bare myself to him.
"I never said it was. But you are the strongest female I know, so hold on with me for a little while longer. The moon will bless your womb." He sets his palm over my stomach that is swollen with food. His eyes soften when he peers down at it his yearning shown unquestionably for me to discern. Each day his longing for me to birth him a male grows like a watered tree the only problem is that the tree is not bearing fruit.
"Do you... not want to have that conversation with me anymore?" I ask timidly a sense of nervosity filling me up as his inflamed blues rise to confront mine. They are wild and roaring with fleet rage.
"Will you provoke me this way?" He asks his clutch on me tightening in a warning for me to watch my words as I audibly gulp and shudder to his intense furious gaze that scorches my skin.
"Y-You know I do not mean to. But we must address it. If there is a chance that I cannot get pregnant ever and the pack demands you take another female we need to consider-"
"Consider what?" He snaps his eyes daring me to continue. His chest is heaving an immediate variation of his emotions befalls to what I have initiated.
"Phobos." I cradle his face in my hands angling my face to the side to kiss him to suppress the fury and tension that erupts whenever we speak of this. He rips his face away from my hands and my advances not allowing me to calm him. Capturing my wrist he draws me closer to him in one severe yank so my breasts collide with his big muscled chest.
"My pack fears me you know this. And after Castor, no wolf will dare to ask or do anything when it concerns you. My word is the law here, Theia. They do not rule me I am their Král and their only choice is to submit to my command. I will not take another female even if the elders wish for me to do so. And if this was the case you would agree to this?" His voice is suspecting a deep frown settled amid his brows as his eyes search mine seeking my final answer.
"Of course not. I can never give you up to another female not even for one night, even if it would grant a good future for you as Alpha and your pack. I apologize I do not even know why I wished to speak to you about this. I probably wanted to be prepared and know your perspective as it is a situation most likely to happen in the case..." I stop myself from finishing my sentence, I do not even want to think about it anymore.
"To touch another female the way I touch you. It is not that it is impracticable, it had always been possible since I became a juvenile. I could lay with another for the sake of an heir but she wouldn't have the chance to get pregnant."
"Why?" I ask confused. It is not that he is sterile it is my womb that refuses to grant our wish.
With a menacing look he glimpses up at me and I gasp feebly already knowing the answer to my question. "My beast will rip her womb out and slash her neck right after her cunt has my seed. He will not allow another female to carry his heir except for his moon blessed. I do not have it in me to go against you that way and I will not risk the life of an innocent female for the sake of my pack either."
"This is one of the reasons you never sought to appease your urges with the breeders all those years before you claimed me," I murmur as belated realisation finally dawns upon me.
"Do you know this hypothetical situation you are speaking of actually happened with Deimos and his female?"
"Lumina was barren?" My eyes enlarge with shock and he shakes his head in denial.
"His pack follows different traditions than ours and you know how the firstborn must always be male. It is a universal code for all of Alphas and Lunas to strictly abide by and we will face no problem with his. But with Lumina carrying Alpha blood, there was a high chance she could have birthed a firstborn female instead. So he brought back his chosen that he once had hidden away thinking he could use that female's return as a way to battle against traditions for the sake of his Luna. It was a bloody war indeed one that weakened his treasured mate bond."
"I was not aware of any of this at all." Is this why Lumina sounded miserable every time I called her during the initial months after Kal's birth? A chosen? How excruciating it must have been for her to know of it and think her male might sleep with another?
"Only Cronus and I knew. But do you understand what I am trying to show you here? Deimos and I are alike in this matter. We will never go against our Lunas even for the well being of our pack. It is our obligation to put the pack first above our needs but not above our females." He smiles up at me his fingers brushing against my mark and I sink into him. His loving reassuring words are all I need to carry me through my storm.
"You two are good males." I giggle.
"Only because our females teach us to be so." He pushes a loose thick strand of my golden locks to rest behind my ear and I melt under his loving gaze.
"I love you," I whisper against his lips with a devoted smile.
"My soul is yours, my moonlight." He whispers back faintly to me as his eyes flutter close whilst I press my forehead against his. I do not know if there will be a day if he will question my love for him or I would do so on his love for me but at this moment right here sitting on his lap embraced by his shielding arms I know for sure just whom the entirety of his soul belongs to.
"I must go now. I need to start the day." I utter upsetly I would love to spend a little more time with him. These days we only get to eat breakfast and dinner together. I see him early in the morning and at supper late at night that is all the time I am given with him. Maybe after the celebration is over we could go out on those dates again.
"I would like to take you somewhere before you commence your duties." He states grasping my waist picking me up to set me upon the cabin floor while he rises after my feet land on the ground.
"Where?" I ask curiously. Excitement pools in the pit in my belly as I stand on my tiptoes and cup his right ear to whisper into it as though I am spewing a secret while Phobos leans down to me with interest. "Oh my, are you letting me skip my responsibilities Alpha? Can I misbehave with you for some time?"
There is a distinct hitch to his breath and he gnarls aloud grasping my jaw to overpower me to meet his sweltering dilating blues that roots me to my spot. Calling him Alpha never misses to sinfully tantalize my male. "Do not tease me, Theia."
The peaks of my lips tilt upward a hint of a smirk flickering upon my mouth as he firmly rubs the pad of his thumb against my moist ripe lower lip. "Wicked female." He grunts out with darkening half-hooded eyes as I tear myself from his aroused being and playfully flip my hair to saunter outside content with myself.
The main door of our cabin closing behind me exposes that my male is following me hot on my heels but merely a few seconds of sheer silence passes for the beast to pounce on me from behind and gather me in his arms to lift me up so I can dominate him in height. A startled squeal is let out by me as my high-pitched laughter echoes all around his. I knew he wouldn't simply let me go that way after what I did, he never does.
"You are too naughty, Drahá. Must I be stricter with you?"
"Come now, I was only playing around. Does Alpha Phobos not like being teased?" I titter as he uncovers his canines to me for my defiance. No matter what, I resist submitting to him in certain situations and for this, he thinks he is too lenient with me for oftentimes I am let go without punishment. He coddles me too much and he is aware of this.
"If you continue to ridicule me I will have you in that stable there." A filthy warning he gives me pointing towards the secluded stable hidden from direct sight where Asger is tied up. It does make a perfect place to feed, I wish to truly disregard his words and get into trouble on purpose. I want to be punished but I will not risk getting caught. Though I often wish to act like a reckless juvenile with him my title disallows me to do so.
"All right, I shall stop. I will not bother you anymore." I say as he carefully lets me down with narrowed eyes as though expecting me to defy him again so he can actually drag me there and have his way with me. "Now tell me where we are going."
"To Vůdce's hut." He answers me leading me forward towards her isolated home and I happily follow him with a jump in my steps.
"For what?"
"You will see."
"Is it a surprise?"
"Not at all. It is sort of a... gift not for you but me."
Before I could inquire more, demanding clarification a seven-year-old pup who had been racing blindly bumps into Phobos catching him off guard, the pup stumbles back as though he had hit a massive wall. "Argus." My male picks the little one up by the scruff of his neck and gives his bum a gentle swat in reprimanding. "What have I told you numerous times?"
"To watch where I am going," Argus murmurs with a muffled whine glancing down at his dangling feet in submission knowing he is in trouble and I cannot help but find him undeniably adorable.
"You are not that small anymore and you could hurt the pregnant females. Be careful. Where is your mother? She wouldn't have allowed you to run around like this."
"She is helping to shear the sheep for the winter." He mumbles still not meeting my male's piercing gaze.
"Look at me when I speak to you." Argus flinches at my male's firm voice and meekly looks up at Phobos from beneath his lashes a small pout playing on his lower lip. "Have you been training as I asked you?"
"Why am I training so much more than the other pups?" He sulks with his shoulders sagged that clearly shows his displeasure.
"I thought you wanted to be my greatest warrior?" My male asks with a tilt to his head.
"I do but I cannot play with my friends anymore. Also, Drakho is being mean to me and so are you. You always let me do as I pleased before so why am I suddenly being picked upon by you both." I look away from their amicable conversation. If Argus was my male I would fight Phobos for him on this, but he isn't. He is Moira's male and Phobos's potential heir I cannot interfere even as his Luna. My teeth sink into my quivering lower lip that refuses to remain still almost to the point of bleeding and the ribs that protects my heart pushes in indenting the beating organ. It aches.
"We are training you to be the best on our lands, your father was my top warrior. Do you not wish to follow in your father's steps?" Argus visibly freezes as soon as my male mentions his father his eyes widening.
"I...do."
"Then do not complain and make your parents proud of you, Argus. I have chosen you for a reason after all. Would you rather I train another pup instead?"
"No!" He cries out desperately shaking his head, he does not wish for it.
Phobos lets him down ruffling his hair with adoration and the pup finally greets me with a wide grin, no matter what he likes me and often works hard to garner my attention when I am occupied with the other pups. If I had a male of my own Argus would truly be a good playmate though he would be seven years older. He could teach him and welcome my little beast into his inner circle. That would be wonderful.
"Off you go now, be prepared for your early training tomorrow."
"What will I be learning?"
"To count wild hares." My eyes slightly broaden to what Phobos said. He will guide him the same way he trained me when I was a pup. He is going to borrow the book from me where I was told to locate the number of hares hidden within. It teaches pups to be warier of their surroundings and scan them properly.
"I cannot wait to do the decorations with you, Luna," Argus mutters gleefully and with a deep bow of respect towards the both of us, he walks away to join his group of friends who were patiently expecting his arrival. That male truly is popular in his age group.
"Theia?" His tender yet deep voice summons me and I turn my gaze to him but I do not meet his pursuing eyes. I swallow down my emotions and march ahead of him with a forced smile plastered across my face.
"Let us go, I wish to see your present."
Phobos clutches onto my elbow from behind and prevents me from trudging farther. "Look at me."
When I do as he asked of me he takes a brief step closer towards my flesh dragging me to his chest as I stumble into him with a shocked gasp. When he positions his face to the side to stoop down and connect our lips I stop him my hands against his chest acting as a barrier between us. "Phobos." Though I do not mean it there is a trace of rejection in how I call out his name and it disturbs him.
"Can I take this as denial from you? Because of what I have chosen to do with Argus." There is a sadness in his voice and I immediately work to shred his troubled thoughts.
"No. Not at all. You know I have made my peace with it, we have discussed the reasons and how it would overall benefit our pack."
"Then why do you look so unsettled my female?"
Taking a slow deep breath freeing both my heart and mind from the melancholy I glimpse up at him with a big smile on my face. "I am fine. Truly. Do not worry so much. Now come."
"Theia." He protests disliking how I disregarded his question, he wants me to explain myself but I am not in the state of mind to do so. I catch his hand in mine and greet Vůdce who bends low welcoming our arrival.
"I have prepared everything as you have asked from me." She says to my moon blessed.
"I appreciate it." Phobos nods in gratitude his eyes burning my back following my every movement endeavouring to interpret my feelings as I walk around her hut taking in all the tiny bottles of herbs and mixtures. No matter the number of times I come in here I am always fascinated by them.
"Can I see the design?" He asks his palm lifted towards her as she nods in acceptance and hands him a bamboo paper. My male's eyes are still firmly locked on me his jaw tensed I can sense his stress radiating off him in waves that agitate me. He will not back down until I have told him why I seemed unhappy when he spoke with Argus.
"Do you require any changes to be made or can we begin Alpha?" Vůdce questions as my male intently studies the sketch making sure it is satisfactory and meets his criteria.
"We can start. Theia will watch." He utters whilst handing the paper back to her and taking a seat upon the tent floor as I frown in puzzlement. While she prepares certain uncanny looking equipment I too take a seat beside him leaning against his side requiring his attention. My male notices it and binds his arm around me to lure me further into his heat and leans down to plant an affectionate kiss against my temple.
"What are you both going to do?"
"I am getting a tattoo."
"A tattoo? What kind of tattoo?" I hadn't expected this, the entirety of his right peck and limb all the way to his wrist is inked with artistic designs so why does he wish for more?
Vůdce speechlessly comes forward to perch upon a small stool in front of him disrupting our conversation, she carries in her hands her sketch that she shall outline on his skin, other tools with some that resemble sharpened animal bones and a tiny pot of fresh ink.
"How is this a present Phobos?" I ask with interest as she begins to draw on his skin using a very thin brush its tip barely visible to the naked eye.
"Because of the meaning it holds."
"Then can I get myself a present? I too wish to get a meaningful tattoo on my skin." He raises his eyebrows as though he is asking if I am serious.
"Are you certain? It is a very painful procedure to undergo and it will take some time to heal."
"If I said yes, will you allow me?"
"It is common for our females to be inked, you have seen this. I would support you if you truly desire it."
"Mother would faint if she ever saw me with a tattoo. You know how it is regarded as unfeminine and forbidden for females to get tattooed back in the other packs even Cronus's." He grins at my words as though if I broke certain rules instilled within me by my past he would be cheering. After all, he adored breaking rules and lived by his own.
"As long as you are my Luna you can do as you please, no one shall question it."
"I will begin to ink you now, Alpha." Vůdce's calm voice gathers his attention and he grants her a terse nod in confirmation.
When she pierces the spiked apex of the animal bone into his bare skin right above his hammering heart and begins to create tattooed marks by hand-tapping the ink with a small wooden hammer Phobos grunts in response his face showing evidence of discomfort but in a few seconds his emotionless mask takes front seat yet I sense his happiness of getting it.
At first, I am unable to figure out what exactly the design he had personally requested is for she begins with a giant circle that covers the totality of his right peck. It is a big one he shall be getting I reckon.
"Will this take long?"
"Just a few more minutes I assume. I have high pain tolerance, Vůdce is extremely good at this and I am only getting the skeleton of it done today. She will shade and tattoo the small details and art another day."
"Will you at least tell me of the meaning behind it? I cannot wait anymore I do not hold that much patience."
My male chuckles at me with a shake of his head as though he is mocking me. "Few more minutes." He utters once more with a smile and I growl lowly in annoyance. He likes to keep me on my feet my curiosity is often left to wait in the cold unappeased until he chooses to silence it.
And so I waited sitting beside him clutching onto the leftover patience I possessed intently watching the way the leader of females inked his skin. At times he would wince if the needle was impaled a bit deeper inward but as he claimed he had a remarkably solid pain tolerance for my male did not even make a single sound throughout the entire procedure. He remained still and often engaged in a small chat with me to show that he was all right for I was a bit agitated as I scanned the way his skin bruised and bled.
When she wipes away the excess drops of his blood in completion I examine the tattoo over his red puffed skin. It consists of a total of four elements beginning with a wide circle and inside the circle are two equally beautiful but distinct flowers and one crown. Perhaps from an outsider's view, it would seem like a feminine design one that females would prefer and definitely not Phobos. But he said there was a meaning behind it and I am utterly interested.
"Thank you. I shall return in a few days to get the rest finished."
"Of course, Alpha." She bows in farewell as he wordlessly escorts me outside the tent towards the centre of the pack grounds. My eyes are still attached to his right peck taking a good look at it for it is no more dimmed under the shade of Vůdce's tent. The natural light illuminates his new tattoo and I cannot help but feel it makes him more attractive for it suits him really well.
"Do you not need to bandage it? Is there no need to apply an ointment of some sort?"
"I heal faster than others, I do not need anything to assist me. I simply mustn't wear a shirt my chest must be uncovered for the rest of the day."
"That works for me." I teasingly smirk up at him and he flashes his canines at me playfully understanding what I am hinting at. If it were up to me I would forbid him to wear a shirt for the rest of his life but he already gathers too much attention with just his appearance and aura if he were to be shirtless most of the time it would cause unimaginable chaos among females.
"Give me your hand." He states halting in his tracks as I come to a stop in front of him to offer him my right palm as he requested.
Phobos clutches onto my forefinger and guides it to his heaving chest. He mildly traces the pad of my digit over the border of the circle his eyes firmly locked with mine. "My moonlight." He whispers hoarsely as my eyes enlarge to his words a muted gasp departing my throat. The circle is a moon.
Then he proceeds towards the first flower with petals bigger than the second which is etched right beside it. "My sunflower...my freesia." My hand trembles in his as I inhale a deep breath to tranquillize the beats of my heart that copes to suppress the fluttering sensation in the pit of my belly.
When he tracks my finger against the crown he exclaims, "My queen." His dazzling blues watch each of my reactions and swallow them up whole heartily for as expected I am over the moon with delight and bountiful love for him.
Then he clasps onto my wrist his thumb lingering upon my pulse and lays my palm flat over his beating heart against his tattoo. "Drahá." He beams down and my lips quiver a need to cry overwhelming me. This is the sweetest gesture anyone has ever done for me, he has printed 'me' into his skin for life. This proves just how much I mean to him body, heart, mind and soul. Drahá means beloved and this is why he chose the left side of his chest right above his heart as the location. "I had always kept this side untouched for I wanted to have your name tattooed here but that would be too prominent and wolves would come to know my only weakness. So I chose to do-"
Before he could conclude his sentence my mouth is upon his startling him and as a predator, I feast on his lips my fingers stuffing themselves into his hair and I bring him more closer down to my passion. His smile grows for even if I do not convey my happiness through words my actions are more than enough for my emotions to be known to him. He deepens our kiss thrusting his tongue into my humid hole his palms gliding down my curvy hips to grip my fleshy ass cheeks and squeeze them as a spirit of possessiveness swamps him.
"I see you like it." His teeth gnaw on my lower lip sampling the moist flab of meat whilst his hold on the globes of my ass hardens a greedy need to feast on my flesh bounds him to me.
"I love it. Let me show you how much I love it." I whisper fervently in his ear and he stiffens to my bewitchment an aroused growl resounding out his chest. My erect nipples graze against his exposed chest through my clothing tempting him as Phobos shifts his eager hand further down to slip it beneath my legs from over my skirt. When his digits press against my damp cunt he finds that it has sent forth spurts of rich liquid to soak my panties and inner thighs. His eyes flare wildly and erupt into searing flames to what he discovers.
"Goddess." He groans throatily with an urgent lust to my slick wetness his cock awakening from slumber right in front of my eyes. I instantly grip his hand hastening forward towards the heat of our cabin our steps are hurried and unsteady as we aim to hide the scents of our desire from the pack. My male's breathing harshens and so does mine anticipation of a lewd rough fucking enveloping us in a misty haze.
Phobos rapidly climbs the stairs first to our cottage tripping along the way and opens the door wide for me. "Come. Show me." Those filthy blues summon me with profound wickedness held in them. Biting my lower lip I make a move towards him wanting to be gobbled up by the beast.
Yet something caught from the corner of my eye overtakes my attention and a low frown sparks up upon my face in question. I unknowingly begin to walk towards a minute bucket deposited on the opposite side of our home wondering what it contains for I hadn't regarded it before. Someone must have stored it here temporarily.
"Theia?" Phobos calls me out in confusion as I open the small gate and wander inside towards it. There are already a few bulky males seated on tree stumps chattering among themselves with laughter and joke. They overlook my presence when I enter too engrossed in their conversations and I do not pay them much heed as I am here for this bucket that somehow calls me to it.
When I take a cautious peek inside my breath is instantly caught in my throat my lungs do not give way to air and I battle to breathe. A shrill ear-splitting outcry tears past my mouth tears of loss and mourning gushing down my cheeks as I collapse to the ground clamping my tremoring palm over my lips striving to muffle my howls of agony.
The males who were seated now rise from the stumps and stare at me in shock baffled by the anguish and sorrow I reveal to them. Who did this? Why?
"No." I wail noisily as my moon blessed sprints towards me without hesitation his turbulent eyes on alert his teeth bared to the males in front of me staring at them in suspicion and they speedily bow their heads in submission. Our pack frantically assembles outside hearing my gut-wrenching screams of heartbreak rushing forward towards the gate desperate to see what is happening.
"What has happened?" Phobos questions browsing my body checking for injuries or for something that would explain the reason for my grief.
"M-Momo. They killed him." I weep pointing at the water-filled bucket where he was drowned on purpose tortured and killed. Phobos takes a prompt look inside and he audibly sighs as though my weeping makes no sense. As though my suffering makes no sense to him.
"Who drowned him?" He asks uncaringly. There is no anger in him no discomfort and absolutely not even a hint of...care.
"We did Alpha, that rotten little thing had been stealing our food for some time. We knew there must be a rodent so we set a trap and killed it."
"Your wolves killed him!" I shriek sobbing watching him bleary-eyed and the males grimace gaping at me like I am crazed for acting this way. Momo had been the only thing that kept me going after the truth of my infertility. Whatever love I possessed within me that I wanted to shower on another I gave him for I couldn't give it to my little beast instead.
"Get up, Theia." There is a sternness in his voice as he seizes my wrist and attempts to pull me up to my feet.
"Your wolves killed Momo," I complain peering up at him needing his sympathy and consolation but Phobos's gaze hardens as though he is warning me to stop this behaviour.
"They are your wolves too, Theia. Now stop this and get up." He mutters through his tightly sealed lips. Confusion strikes me at his indifferent attitude and strictness with me and my reaction to Momo's death as though he is...flustered.
"Y-You are embarrassed by me? You think this is how your Luna mustn't behave in front of your pack. Something I treasured with the fullness of my heart has been mercilessly killed and all you care is how I look as your moon blessed?" I screech at him and he unveils his teeth to me in warning. He will accept no open display of disrespect from me and if I do continue to do so my punishment will not be indoors this time.
"You are a Luna. I will not have you behaving this way." There is a surge in the sound of his voice as though he is criticising me and I gaze around at all the wolves who gawk at me like I have gone mad. This pack knows no love and it seems so does my male.
I swiftly get up from the ground striking his helping hand away from me and tenderly pick up the lifeless Momo from the frigid water. With one last hateful glance at the males who killed what belonged to me, I stride into my home ignoring the stares of my wolves.
Grievous sobs part my lips as I take a petite vacant box from the kitchen and put in it everything Momo loved eating. Small slices of cheese, nuts and dried fruits. I peer towards his cage and I weep louder, if only I had secured it at all times he would still be alive. I treated him as if he was my own.
When I gently lay him inside the box I remember the way he would seldom nuzzle into my palm and would snuggle up against my chest. He would even sleep on my belly sometimes such a tiny little thing he was. He gave me company when Phobos had left for the winter hunt and he gave me a reason to fight after the truth of my barrenness. But now I have lost the only thing that showed me what it would feel like to be a mother to care for something that only needs you.
I overhear the sound of the cabin door closing, his firm footsteps nearing but I coldly neglect his presence. Sealing the box with a wooden lid I march to the backdoor of the cottage and head to the small vegetable plot I have been tending to since last year. Kneeling upon the earth I begin to dig into the soil with my fingers amidst unrestrained cries, I truly cherished Momo. I swear it.
Phobos unobtrusively watches me as I drill into the soil like a maddened female he does not interrupt me allowing me to say my goodbyes this way. Once I find the hollow hole to be satisfactory I place Momo inside but the throbbing of my heart is intolerable. I clamp my soiled palms over my eyes allowing myself to mourn first, I can bury him later when I have more strength. Why must my life always be filled with such persistent pain?
Unable to behold the sight of my little squirrel dead I turn away from it and trudge back inside to the glow of the cabin. Before I could flee to my room Phobos stops me with a gentle grip on my elbow and whirls me around to face him. "Drahá." He whispers a mellowness in his voice as his eyes study my red swelled eyes and tear-stained cheeks.
I brutally slap his hand away from my flesh the sound of it burning through my ears and shove him away from me. "I do not want you near me. Let me seek comfort from him."
His eyes broaden and he snarls with a shake of his head. "No, have me instead."
"I do not need you this moment. I need someone who cares. I want him." I yell as his beast mounts forward demanding control answering my desperate plea for he has sensed the pain of my heart when Phobos wouldn't. Golden rings absorb lucid blues and my male is charged with fierceness directed at me.
"Theia!" He bellows the racket of his wrath has the windows vibrate for he is disconcerted that I called his beast out and I wince at his outburst bawling harder. I sink to the floor my trembling fingers clinging onto the edge of my skirt for support.
"I want him." I whimper out again and my wolf sends forth the irrevocable push on my behalf. She seeks his beast out and yanks him from his barriers in a way even Phobos cannot protest or fight against. My beast subjugates him in front of my eyes and surges to the exterior responding to my call of despair.
My male collapses to the floor in front of me on his hands and knees and with infuriated eyes upset that I chose his beast over him he allows the one I crave this moment to take full control. Through my blurred sight, I witness his shift just like I had numerous times before. And when he arises and stretches his limbs and paws his glorious golden orbs fastened on my tear-filled eyes I smile shakily up at him in greeting.
He trots towards me and when he is close enough he squats down on his hind legs his tail tucked beneath his body and he indirectly gives me his permission. Permission to touch him, to seek solace that Phobos denied to give me. I tiredly crawl towards him and set my wet cheek against his furry chest that heaves under my touch the rhythms of his heart slow and soothing enough for me to quieten. This is all I needed.
"They killed my Momo. What more will my pack take from me? I couldn't carry your male so I gave all that love to Momo and I-" A cry breaks free and I snuggle into him grasping onto the silky fur of his chest needing strength to endure this loss. A deep-toned rumble reverberates within his thorax and I sense his muzzle nuzzling into my locks inhaling my scent, his way of reassuring me perhaps. My beast does not do anything else just continues to sit still his eyes glued to the front door of the cabin and he offers himself to me without another move or sound until my tears run dry and I have nothing left to share.
Drained out of my remaining energy I had succumbed to sleep in a tiny sniffling ball next to him my knees tucked to my chest his tail wrapped around my body I relished in the warmth and comfort he provided. It was not a pleasant sleep but it was enough for me to gather the rest of the energy I needed to support me for the remaining of the day.
"You are awake," Phobos speaks fondly glimpsing down at me with a warm smile as I dully blink up at him hauled out of my nap disapproving of our current position. I grapple to get away from his lap and he grunts sorely, wrestling me endeavouring to force me back to settle against him.
"No." I claw his mouth away from mine that works to suppress my irritation by kissing me. He tries to get a grip on my jaw so he can overpower me to take his tongue. He knows he can calm me this way.
"Theia stop it."
"Get away from me." When I show him that I will not back down he curls my legs around his waist and settles his palms underneath my bum. Picking me up with ease he trudges towards the cage that was once Momo's home. "Put me down. Let me go." I struggle against his chest but he does not mind me continuing on his path.
"Look inside."
"No."
"Then shall I let them go? They will starve to death or perhaps be killed by other predators." He declares his eyes holding mine as I scowl with confusion at his words. He points once more to the cage with his chin and I direct my inquisitive gaze towards it.
I gasp when I encounter two lovable baby squirrels sleeping in small crates packed with cotton balls that act as snug nests for them. "We have a lot of these in the wilderness and usually many of them are abandoned so I went hunting. Just like I had expected I found these two alone on a treetop in a broken nest so I brought them here knowing they would be lucky for you would give them a better life than most squirrels had." He laughs and I glare at him. His smile disappears and he clears his throat glancing back at them. "The male who killed your Momo. I have sliced away the fingers of his right hand that he used to kill your squirrel. He has been punished for he touched what belonged to you."
"He did not know Momo was mine."
"It does not matter. An eye for an eye. Now tell what will you name these two? Am I allowed to give my opinions? I have some admirable names in mind which I think you will like."
"I do not want them. They will be killed here. They are safer out there than on our lands."
"They will not be touched for they will be under my protection. So..."
"So what?" I ask peering into his eyes as he leans forward to affectionately kiss my lips with an apologetic yet understanding smile.
"So be their mother, Theia."
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