CHAPTER TWO

“Where is Luke?” I asked downstairs in the dining room as Armin, and I ate breakfast.

“He left since we got here yesterday.” Armin said, “You didn't notice that, of course, as you were busy.” Armin said with a smirk.

I gave Armin a dirty look as he ran his fingers through his blonde hair seductively.

I didn't know why I fell for him. Blondes were never my thing. I preferred brunettes like myself even though I was on the lighter brown spectrum.

“Jas, have more vegetables,” Armin said, placing more lettuce on my plate.

“Thank you,” I commented. We had so many dishes on the table, but I was only interested in vegetables today.

Maybe it was because I had no appetite. After sleeping with Armin, I thought about why my parents wanted me to marry him.

My pack was called Shadow Ace.

We werewolves trained since six years old to become self-sufficient. Although we weren't much in number, we made up for it with our strength.

A member of shadow ace was strong enough to take down at least thirty wolves. I was no exception. However, I had a defect that influenced my fighting skills—loss of soul.

Whenever I was overwhelmed by anger or any strong emotion, I would blackout, but my body would still be moving, fighting off everyone around me, or so I was told.

This had happened on four occasions during training, so I learned to control my emotions a bit. Armin, though, had an unexplainable way of making me feel things, and it scared me deep inside because I didn't want to lose myself in front of him. Ever.

I sighed. Recently, a virus started spreading in Armin's pack. Ice moon.

It claimed the life of a few hundred. To apply, those that were infected had to be burnt alive.

The virus didn't reach Shadow Ace, so I didn't understand why our packs agreed on our marriage. It was pretty weird.

“Armin,” I said, “What benefits does your pack get from getting acquainted with Shadow Ace?”

Armin continued eating, his eyes unreadable. “We just got married, and you're already asking that? Can't we just take a break and enjoy each other's company.”

“It's an easy question, Armin.”

Armin dropped the fork. “You.” He lifted his head, looking me in the eye.

“I was told you can fend off a hundred army when you lose your mind.”

I felt a weight heavily on my chest and my eyes watered. So he did know about my defect. 

How could he not? To ensure our marriage, he must've had to pull strings and find out everything about me. 

“So you married me to be your pack's machine?” I tried to ask as maturely as I could. But my anger was beginning to surface.

This was mainly because my wolf was an angry one.

“No. But that's the defense I gave the council to ensure our marriage. I would never let you get in harm's way; neither would I let you have to fight.”

“Who told you about my defect?” I asked embarrassedly.

“Don't worry about it,” Armin said, going back to the food on the table. “I won't let my business affect you.”

I resisted the urge to bite him. “Armin, this is my business!” I yelled, standing on my feet.

Armin dropped his fork and leaned back on the chair. His expression chilled. “Trust me.” He said through the mind link.

“Whatever.” I walked past him and headed upstairs. Even though we were married now, we had separate rooms, and that was good because I was pissed at him right now.

He was being vague for no reason.

I opened the door to my room and looked at the bed where we made love yesterday. 

I sighed. Armin.

I looked at the floor where the sink was stained and was surprised to see that it'd become a full-blown painting. 

My legs moved towards it, and something in my heart tugged when I saw the painting.

Depicted the movement of a full moon in the dark clouds, racing towards a girl holding out her heart as she danced under the moonlight.

It brought tears to my eyes.

Armin was thoughtful. I spilled some ink, and he made me a painting while I was asleep, and I didn't notice it until now.

It made me feel guilty. He mightn't have said the most incredible things about me to secure our marriage, but at least his intentions towards me were pure.

What should I do to make him know I appreciate his kind gesture without saying I appreciate his kind gesture?

Almost immediately, I caught a whiff of his scent. I opened the door and saw it in one the the the the

“Armin,” I said, and he halted in his movements.

“Hmm?”

I became tongue-tied. 

“I'm going out for a little bit.” He informed. 

“Where?” I wanted to ask, but I couldn't even say a word. I wanted to thank him for the painting first, but I felt rds wouldn't be enough.

“I'll be back in time for dinner.” With that, he disappeared into his room.

I panicked.

“Thank you for the painting; it touched me, and I want you to know that I appreciate it.” I rehearsed in my head and tiptoed to Armin's room. I was hesitating as I reached the door. How could I say such words to him? 

My ego crept back in, and I held back, rephrasing the words in my head.

“Armin I. I appreciate the art you created in my room. It'iiinspiring of spilled ink; you could debate something so desirable and beautiful. It's amazing!”

The door opened, revealing Armin had changed into some t-shirt and pants. Was he going hunting?

Once again, I stumbled to find words with him in front of me.

“I'm going outside for a little run.” He said, his hand patting my head before running off. 

I exhaled. What to do?

I had to show him an appreciation for the painting somehow. Ugh! Screw me for being such an attentive lover.

Appreciation towards people and returning favors were embedded in the Shadow Ace people. Without doing any of those things, we'd be unsettled.

Like now, I felt nervous.

Was it showing appreciation through making meals? I hated cooking because it was too tiring.

But if I cooked dinner, then we would be even, suitable?

Just like that, I found myself in the kitchen, shooting away from the cooks and madly slicing up the onions, pepper, and tomatoes.

I was going to make. A feast!

Six hours later***

“Madam, are you okay?” The housekeepers asked upon seeing my disheveled look. I looked like I had just come out of a battle.

“Set the table,” I said and struggled to walk upstairs. Once I got into the tub in the bathroom, I filled the tub with water and let my tired body go.

Fighting thousands of people wouldn't make me as exhausted as now. But at least I wouldn't owe Armin anything.

Suddenly my nose caught a whiff of Armin's scent. He was nearing the mansion.

I immediately got out of the bathtub and slipped on my robe. He mustn't know that I was in a sorry state due to cooking. I was still one of the top warriors from Shadow Ace. I still had a Brutal reputation to uphold.

How could cooking weigh me down this much?

Shut up, blonde!”

“Yes, sir, when she came out of the kitchen, her hair was a mess.”

I placed my hand on my now wet hair and wrapped a towel around it before hurrying out of the garage and down the stairs.

“HEY!!!” I yelled, interrupting the snitches from saying any more to Armin.

Armin looked over to me and held back a laugh. I was sure I looked ridiculous with the gigantic towel over my head.

As I landed down the stairs, I glared at the housekeepers and said, “You guys can leave.”

The blonde looked at me and smiled before hurrying off with the other housekeepers.

I looked back at Armin and cleared my throat. “So..”

Armin removed his hand from his back and showed me a bouquet of red roses.

“For you.”

I was stunned. Did he get me flowers?

He tossed the flowers to me, and I had no choice but to catch them. “T-thank you.” I stuttered.

Armin leaned forward and stared into my eyes while I stood frozen, trying to keep eye contact even though his gaze did things to my heart.

“You think the most absurd things, my love.”

My eyes widened, and my eyelashes fluttered, “What?”

Armin sighed and ran his fingers through my face. “You.. did you forget to block me out of your mind?”

My face fell, and I realized that Armin had accessed every thought of mine. He heard every single one of my chaotic thoughts.

“Yes, I did.” He said.

I immediately blocked him out. He even heard that. It wasn't fair!

I frowned and stared down at my feet, in awe of how forgetful I was in blocking him out.

“It'd be nice to hear your voice out what you think, through. I don't always want to have to hear your thoughts for validation.” Armin said, his gray eyes boring into my green ones.

“By the way, your wolf is surfacing,” Armin commented.

I gasped. Whenever that happened, one of my eyes would turn red.

My wolf was yearning for Armin, and she was pretty open about that, unlike me, who had a reputation to uphold.

I inhaled and pushed my wolf down, my eye color turning normal.

“Let's have dinner together since you put in so much effort.” He smiled.

“I don't have an appetite,” I said. “I'll busy myself in my room.”

Without any more words, I went upstairs to my room. I removed the towel from my head and fixed it with sweet ointments. 

I also started applying oil to my skin until every inch of me was covered in oil. I didn't bother to wear undergarments because I felt more comfortable being free. Then I grabbed one of my drawing boards and placed it on the floor.

I felt more comfortable drawing on the floor. I grabbed my paint and painter, and I was ready.

I drew long strokes on the plain drawing board and closed my eyes, remembering the feeling of home. Shadow Ace was beautiful with many cottages, but I rarely stayed inside, so the thick, sturdy forest became home.

My fingers danced on the drawing board, painting out every aesthetic in my head.

I was so engraved in what I was doing that I barely noticed Armin behind me.

“Why are you here? Did you finish eating?” I asked without looking at him.

“No. I come here for dessert.”

“What?”

Armin knelt next to me and kissed my cheeks. Did he mean me as a desert?

“Armin. I'm painting right now.”

“Keep doing that; I won't disturb you.” He murmured, his lips dancing down my neck.

I sighed, going back to my painting while Armin worshipped my body lovingly with kisses.

Everything was all good until I felt his hands in my dress.

“You aren't wearing any panties,” He noticed, parting my legs wide open. Sensitive to his touch, I tried to close myself, but he held my legs there.

“You don't have to do anything. Just let me eat.” He said, and without any further ado, his tongue dived into my bare clitoris, causing me to moan softly.

“Hmm,” I sighed as he inserted his tongue, shaking my legs. The pleasure was starting to build up in the pit of my stomach, driving my wolf insane.

“Ughh!” I gasped as the pleasure started increasing rapidly, causing me to grind myself on his face.

“Focus on your painting. Don't mess it up.” He reminded me, the vibration of his tone turning me on even more.

I held the pen and looked at the drawing board with watery eyes.

“Arminnn,” I cried as I felt his fingers stroke me along with his tongue.

I focused on the drawing board, but I couldn't paint. Not when he was sucking me like that.

“Fuck!” I clenched the pen to create a fist and closed my eyes as I reached my high and came.

“That's my baby,” He said, and I felt his tongue enter me again. Without doing much, I was cumming again, but I was still aroused as fuck.

Desperate, I pushed my drawing board away and got on all fours like an animal.

“Please, Armin.” My eyes were teary now, “I need you.”

Armin grinned, ripping the robe off my body. I was on all fours, my legs sprawled out, my eyes teary, and my pussy, weeping, begging for Armin's touch.

I heard clothes fall behind me, and I gasped as a hand was placed on my hip. Without warning, I felt something hard enter inside me.

I moaned and started to move gently to meet his pace, but as he slammed into me, I held my posture on the ground in surprise. How could he be beastly than before? 

I gasped as he pounded me. Tears rolled down my face due to how much pleasure I was receiving, and I was screaming his name at the top of my lungs now.

I looked over my shoulder and gasped when I saw his white eyes. His wolf was in control, and he was calling out to my wolf, and she was responding to his animalistic thrusts.

My wolf was pushing me back and taking over my senses. Due to the pleasure I was receiving, it was easy for her to take control.

“Yes!” I giggled as he thrust into me madly. “Fuck! I'm going to cum.” I warned as he wrapped his hands around my waist while thrusting into me.

He was also about to come. I sensed it.

In sync, we exploded, and I moaned, enjoying the feeling of him releasing inside of me.

Soon, I stood up from Armin's lap as I finally came back into my senses. My legs were tired.

However, before I could go far, a hand clutched me tightly.

I turned around only to see bright white eyes. I shuddered. It was Armin's wolf.

“Babe,” I tried to say.

“Mine.” He said and pushed me down into the bed, placing both of my hands on my back.

I shuddered as I felt him enter me roughly. 

“Armin,” I murmured, “I'm tired.”

My words seemed to be ignored, and he fastened his face, making me moan.

My wolf forced me to give back control and enjoy the intimacy, but I wouldn't listen.

“Fuck!” I cried and came on his thick, fat dick, but he kept thrusting into me roughly, not giving me any time to rest.

The most absurd thing was that I kept cumming and moaning his name.

How could I not? He was just that good.

My wolf took advantage of my emotions and took control of my senses. I grinned and held Armin's hand, stopping him from thrusting into me.

He paused, and I grinned, gently getting up from the bed before gently pushing him into the bed.

I got in after him and climbed on his body, madly kissing him. 

I was drunk, and he enabled the drunkenness in me.

My hands restricted him from holding me. Then I broke the kiss and gently sat on his rod-hard dick and started riding him. 

He grunted and tried to touch me, but I held his arm and rode him while listening to his grunts and soft moans and curses as he called my name.

When he was about to cum, I stood up from his dick and replaced it with my mouth.

Just ten seconds and he came in my mouth. Afterward, he decorated my face with his cum while I just laid there like his whore.