Chapter Three

Alaric Claw, Lycan King of the Southern Tail Pack's POV

I jerk my head back as I drink the last content inside the liquor bottle before I slam it onto the table. My mind is disturbed by that random woman I helped twice tonight.

I have always been selfish, only caring for myself and no one else. Even my family knows me for my barbaric acts, but tonight, I actually felt great when that woman told me thanks for saving her.

I pushed my hair back and walked to my study table, where there's a large sheet of paperwork filled with maps of the royal buildings and schemes of the Northern Capital Pack's wooded areas.

"Speak." I demand one of my men.

"These are maps showing the locations of spots where we've heard the howls of rogues in the Northern Capital Pack. In our research, we see that the Northern Capital Pack has the lowest economy and is prone to having rogues because of the rejection of Omegas, who later became lone wolves and rogues and have been spreading out to other nations, especially ours." The cartographer kept on speaking, but I didn't listen anymore.

All I could think of was that random woman and her scent. She smelled like roses, and everything that was sweet. I just couldn't take her out of my mind. Maybe if my stepbrother, Xander, had listened to me and we had just raged war on this kingdom, I'd not have to sit here listening to trash.

"Y'all get out!" I order, and they leave the room instantly, leaving only one, my most loyal man, Fang. "You too."

"Yes, sire."

After he has gotten out of the room, I walk to the window and reach down to my wolf. That damn prick wants us to go to that woman right now and spend the night gawking at her.

I was about to actually do that when my mind received a call. It is the devil himself, my stepbrother. As I allow Xander to mindlink with me, I approach my room.

"What, brother?" I go straight to the point.

"Good evening to you too, brother." Plays Xander. He clears his throat and speaks. "I have news. I've met with one of the royals and been granted a meeting with the Lycan king of the Northern Capital Pack himself. Whatever happens afterward, I shall inform you."

"That damn dickhead...we should have just put his head on a spike and questioned him."

"You cannot question him then, idiot. And this is why all the other nations hate us anyway." He halted his speech, and his tone changed to a suspicious one. "What is wrong with you?"

"Oh, here, I cut you off." I stated this and cut off the connection. I can imagine him calling me a bastard right now, wherever he is in this filthy nation.

I arrive in my dimly lit room, my eyes instantly landing on the lady. She is asleep, and something about her now interests me more.

Apart from being filled up with her scent, which made me want to get closer to her and smell every inch of her body, the fact that she has changed into the night gown I had Fang prepare for her is fascinating.

The silk material rests fancifully on her skin, leaving her thighs open, and I gulp at the sight. She's perfect, and at that, an Omega, meaning she must be suffering here in this nation.

I stand up after a while and jerk off my shirt, dropping it on the ground and near the bed. Every part of me wants to just grab her close to my skin and feel her warmth, but that's not me.

I make my women want, beg, and call for me. I make them yearn for my dick, because yes, it's that good, and then I fuck them till they are left breathless. I don't do romance. I fuck, but this lady wants me to caress her. Staring at her lips, I want to kiss her.

I plop up on my elbow and stare at her face. I couldn't control the urge to slide her hair to the side. Something about the way she positions herself on the bed makes my dick throb under my briefs.

If I don't stop these nasty thoughts, my dick will probably tear through the briefs. Crazily enough, I take off my trousers to relieve myself of the restraint and close my eyes.

Suddenly, I hear a whimper. The moment I open my eyes, this random girl hugs me, her small palms pressing hard on my abs, close to my V-line.

"Please, don't reject me." She says it in her dream.

"Hey, no one is leaving you."

She opens her eyes, and they are damn strained and red. She's still fucking high. I wish I didn't have a high tolerance for alcohol so I could know what it was like to get drunk.

"Please..." She mutters again, her hands tightening on me, and damn, those fingers have lowered themselves too far.

I have little to no control over showing this woman a beast that I can be in bed. I am failing at my rules. However, I'm not like that bastard who wanted to rape her.

"I want to ask a favor." Before I can talk, she adds, "Please make love to me."

I don't do that, but damn, my dick hardened more and ticked when she said that.

"You're not using your right senses."

"I'd be raped, alas, so please make my first time the best."

I am not the type to be speechless and caught off guard, but I am tonight. Her face gets closer, and she kisses me softly.

I just couldn't hold it in anymore, so I ripped my hand through her hair to the back of her head and captured her lips. I bit her lower lips, and she moans, which gave me more chance to get deep into her mouth.

She's a baddie herself when she climbs over me, and my hand keeps clipping her face closer to mine. My dick is close to tearing off the material, and when she placed her kitty on it, wetting my dick through the fabric, I knew I was fucking this strange woman tonight.

"I didn't even ask for your name, sweetie."

"Kara..." she moans.

"Such a perfect name," and I bite on my lower lips before I shift her so that I am now on her. Not a second later, I wet my fingers and rubbed her hard nipples.

"Oh, God." She moans loudly.

"Alaric. That's the name to moan. Alaric." I tell her, and she wets her tongue before proceeding to my command.

After I was done with her upper body, I turned her around and grabbed her waist up, at the same time wanting to press her back down, but this girl's done that work.

That just made me lose my mind.

Seeing her kitty wet and the lips spaced out for me to eat from behind, my tongue salivated more for dinner, and I went straight to eating her out.

Her hands grab onto the sheets, as though she wants to tear the fabric. Fuck the moon goddess; she has the sweetest moan.

I couldn't tease myself any longer and changed into a kneeling position, and with my hands, I made her kneel in front of me too, pushing her kitty to swallow up my dick harshly.

Instantly, she jerked up and screamed, her fingers ripping into my skin so badly that it bled.

"Fuck, why didn't you tell me?" She was a virgin, and I was so deep in the act that I didn't even notice.

Damn me.

"Continue, please." She says she is squeezing me so good as she slides downward again.

I grab her neck and kiss her shoulder blade as I ease out nicely before I go back deep inside. Man, she's going to turn my head.

The feeling of ecstasy kills me, and I wish I could devour her. I make us fall onto the bed, my weight light on her, and clip her frame to no escape and softly thrust in and out.

A few minutes later, she's close to vibrating. I am now fucking her hard in a missionary. Her kitty is so slimy and tender yet tight like crazy.

I am approaching my climax, as is she. Her eyes are tightly shut, and her forehead shows lots of veins.

She began to shake under me, her hands grasping my arms tighter, and she moaned louder. "fu....ckkk, Ala....A...." Just from her own orgasm, her kitty vibrating against mine, I reach my release as well.

At the same time, my wolf growls outside, creating an attachment that I've never had before with this random woman; my teeth turn into fangs, and I mark her as mine.

"Mate."