CHAPTER 4- HAUNTED HOUSE

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~Lust awakened from the dust, blurring the vision of its preys and bringing them nothing but pleasurable days~

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“I’m...I don’t know...” Sathe looked down when her arm caged him against the tree.

“Is it because of me?”

“Y-Yes...”

“Then doesn’t that mean I should take responsibility...hmm?” Her index finger ran along his naked chest and down his flat ab-less stomach. “Answer...”

“N...yes.”

“Look at me, Sathe...”

Sathe slowly lifted his head, facing her. “Yes...?”

“Do you want me to take care of it or not?”

“I...I do...”

“Then move your hands. my little monster.”

Sathe’s movements were hesitant, but he listened and by his sides his hands now laid. His eyes were so caught up in her hazel ones. They were beautiful, she was beautiful. He’d never have thought that someone as useless as him could ever get a mate that looked like this.

Her black hair was so tall and beautiful and that smirk on her plump lips was doing something to him. There was this sensation running through his body, an indescribable one...and it increased when her fingers wrapped around his c*ck.

 A groan left his lips, tingles shooting straight up his spine. She stroked him once, stroked him twice and he couldn’t help it...his head fell against her bosom and moan after moan escaped his lips.

“How do you feel?” her tongue licked his ear, the smirk on her lips so audible. “You’re an omega and yet down here it seems as though you’re an alpha. It’s as big as my f*cking arm.”

Sathe whimpered, his hand grabbing hers: the one wrapped tightly around his length. “P-Please...”

“What? You’re coming already? I’d mark you, but I’m not sure just what to do with you yet...in the meantime...” her free hand grabbed his face lifting it so he faced her. “Cum for me...”

And then those pretty, plump lips were melded against his. Sathe was out of options now, he had no choice but to let go; his cum gushing from his member in abundance.

He shook fiercely against her, pain scourging his lips when she bit it. She pulled away. “Good boy.”

As soon as her hand let his member loose, he pressed up against the tree, breathing hard. He felt like she just took away his soul, it felt so good that he could barely describe it.

Goddess...what was happening to him, what was this feeling?

Her hand reached for the hem of her baggy shirt and she pulled it over her head, revealing the armour beneath it.

“Here, put it on, it might be big enough to cover you up.”

Sathe took the shirt she offered him, reluctantly putting it on. She was right, it did cover him up...well it covered him enough.

“You’re apart of this pack?”

“Yes...”

“Take me to where you live, you must have some clothes there and some important stuff to pack. You’re coming back with me, right?”

“Yes.”

“Then lead the way, Sathe.”

Sathe did so, leading her through the forest and down a dark lonely path. There were no other houses, just a small wooden cottage that didn’t look good enough to even live in.

“I only have a few things to collect, I’ll come out when I’m done.”

“Wait...is this where you live?”

“Yeah.”

“Why do you live so far away from the pack and in something as horrible as this too? It looks haunted.”

“It’s not haunted.”

“Alright, it’s not, but why do you live in it?”

“Because it’s the only place I can stay. I’m not allowed to stay in the pack house. I...I was abandoned by everyone...including my father.”

“Your father? Who’s your father?”

“T-The alpha of this pack... I’m an omega, so he doesn’t want anything to do with me. I was kicked out and disowned at eleven years old and have been brutally bullied ever since.”

“And how old are you now?”

“I’m twenty-four now.”

“So you’ve been bullied for thirteen years now and your father doesn’t care?”

Sathe shook his head.

“What a f*cking p*ssy...” she gestured towards the hau...house. “Go on, get your stuff and come out.”

Sathe nodded, running forward until he disappeared into the haunted thing. So her mate was an omega and a beast, his father was a p*ssy and the pack was a bunch f*cktards, everything turned out so nice, right?

Verya ran her hand through her hair...nothing’s been going her way since she came here...well everything else except that moment in the forest when she had Sathe shivering against the tree.

The control he gave her made her pride shoot straight up to the sky, that and the fact that he was entirely turned on because of her.

He was cute with a blush from his cheeks to his ears and even down to his neck. How could she have really killed someone like him?

Beast or not, he was hers and she wouldn’t give another soul the audacity to touch him. If he had to die, then she’d be the one to f*cking kill him...

Nobody, not even her father would be able to touch him when she brought him back to the pack with her. This poor man seem to have went through enough already. If she were to tell him that he was a beast, that he killed people and was going to kill more, then he’d probably go crazy.

He might be a werewolf, but he was an omega; submissive and timid. He could barely protect himself, but if he was so pathetically innocent, why did the beast choose him?

He was so weak that it seemed he loses consciousness every time the beast took over...poor thing...

Sighing, she stooped in the middle of the bushy path and waited until Sathe came back outside with a bag in hand.

He smiled brightly at her, the sight melting her heart, “I’m done...!”

She was wholly captivated by his beauty, but the steps that echoed behind her still penetrated her consciousness. She pulled at her gun, but stopped when the person behind her called out to Sathe.

“Hey Sathe! Where’s Lincoln?!”

His friend?

Sathe’s eyes left hers and drifted towards the person that stepped up behind her, his smile suddenly faltering. “I-I don’t know.”

“You don’t f*cking know?” he walked pass her and went over to grab at Sathe’s collar.

Sathe was fully dressed now, and yet he was still wearing the shirt she gave him. “N-No...”

“Well you’d better f*cking know since you’re the one he was beating up. Where did my beta go? Bad luck always seems to follow your unlucky ass everywhere, don’t you think I could get rid of it by just killing you?”

His hand loosened Sathe’s collar and instead wrapped around his neck. “I’m going to ki—”

His words were cut short when Verya pumped her gun. “Let him go.”

The unfamiliar young man turned to face her. What? Do you know who you’re speaking to? I’m the future alpha of th—”

“Now...”

His hand reluctantly fell, shaking in what she could only describe as rage. “Who f*ck are you to be minding my business?”

Verya didn’t answer him, instead she looked over at Sathe, gesturing behind her before heading in the direction. “Come Sathe.”

“Hey you! Stop...” Steps echoed behind her and then a hand grabbed her shoulder, and it wasn’t Sathe’s.

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A/N// We going fast, aren’t we?

Lmao…Sathe my baby...come to mommy.