~Theo~With those three words, I became completely unarmed. The way those eyes looked at me, the plea was so glaring. It made my cock nod in approval. She finally begged. I didn’t care if it was an unmerited opportunity. The fact still remained that she begged for my touch.The handle forgot the touch of my hand as it slipped out, my only focus on the temptation sitting on that bed.I moved, faster than I could have imagined. Maybe it was the excitement, or maybe my wolf finally decided to put its superpowers to use.“Say it again,” I said, pulling her up to meet me. “I want to hear you beg me once more.”To be honest, I could pounce on her whether or not she repeats the words. My wolf was already jumping around in my head, which was unusual. It was like he couldn’t wait to claim her. That was weird, because she wasn’t ours to claim. She wasn’t our mate.My gaze went down to the sheet which she had covered her body again when I came back. One tug, and she was gloriously naked before
~Storme~Feeling good was an understatement as I stirred this morning. If there was some kind of adjective that could top it, then that was what I felt. My body felt amazing and relaxed, something that I hadn’t felt since I came to the Castillo Tribe.I stretched, a lazy smile dancing on my face. Today was definitely going to be a great day; I could feel it in my bones. With my husband away at his peace meeting, I had the whole house to myself. And that equaled doing whatever I wanted without fear of anyone.My eyes opened slowly, and the faint hue of the early morning sun seeped through the curtain and caressed my face as if I were its once-lost lover whom it finally got reunited with.Taking a deep breath, I reached out to cuddle my pillow closer to me, as I felt lazy to leave my bed immediately. I needed some time lazing around, or maybe I just wanted to hump my pillow. It had been a habit back when I was still in the Normadic Wolves.However, instead of the usual soft, silky pill
~Storme~ I gulped. That was a tough agreement to accept. King Marcellus never takes no for an answer whenever he is in need of my body. Accepting Theo’s terms would be agreeing to go head-to-head with the king. As much as I wanted him, I wasn’t sure if I was ready to do that yet. As if reading my thoughts, Theo’s grip tightened on my jaw. “Do you want to fuck me, or him?” It wasn’t a question. We both knew what I wanted. “You.” His low voice vibrated deep in the craniums of my soul. “Good.” His mouth descended on me again, wiping off all traces of doubt from my mind. There was something about the way Theo kissed me. It made me giddy. It made me feel drug-infused, and it certainly made sure that he was the only thing that I’d be thinking about for the longest time. Edging me towards the bed, Theo slowly lowered me down. The moment I was sprawled on the bed, my body was exposed to his lustful eyes. Even though this was nothing that he hadn’t seen since he fingered me
~Storme~ If I thought that what he did before was raw pleasure, then this was excruciating raw, real pleasure. I held onto his hair for dear life, afraid that I might collapse from what he was dishing out to me. When his tongue slid in, probing and searching, and his stubble grazed my opening, I knew that there was no way that I wouldn’t want to do this again after this time. I’d become addicted to him. ‘You taste so good. I might be addicted to eating you right now.' His mind-link skyrocketed me once again to the clouds. But he wouldn’t stop. He replaced his tongue with his fingers, while his tongue found my already sensitive clit once more. They swirled, tugged, licked, pressed. He did all that, letting me ride on the wings of my orgasm as much as I should. Then he stood. I could see his erection straining against his trousers. It occurred to me that I’d been the only naked one all this time, and he had been fully clothed. His shirt came off, followed by his pants.
~Storme~I lay on my bed, staring at the ceiling of my room as the morning, hours after Theo had left for an emergency meeting with the elders. My body felt relaxed, and even though my pussy was sore and aching from the events of the past few hours, I still felt calm.My mind, however, was anything but relaxed. It raced with confusion, drowning in an ocean of endless unclarity.And it was all because of Theo.The name alone sent a ripple of heat through me, and my wolf stirred restlessly. She was thrilled about our connection. But I was far from settled.How could he be my mate?I had always assumed my mate would be… someone like me. Someone struggling to keep their footing, not a prince whose confidence and power radiated with every move.Yet I couldn’t deny the truth, not after what happened.I touched my lips, still swollen from his kisses. The memory of his hands on my skin, the way his body pressed against mine, was enough to send my thoughts spiraling.My wolf purred in contentm
~Storme~“No,” I said quickly. “That’s not what I meant.”“Then what did you mean?” he asked, his voice low and dangerous.I faltered, my confidence crumbling under his intense gaze. “I don’t know,” I admitted, “I don’t know what any of this means. All I know is that being near you feels so right that I think it must be wrong. And that terrifies me.”Theo’s expression softened, and he closed the distance between us in two quick strides. He cupped my face in his hands, forcing me to look at him. “It scares me too,” he said quietly. “But it doesn’t change the fact that you’re mine, Storme. And I’m yours. This wasn’t us. This was the work of the Moon goddess. Our wolves chose each other.”The sincerity in his voice was my undoing. My defenses crumbled, and I leaned into his touch, my eyes closing as I let myself feel the bond between us. It was powerful, undeniable, and seeing that there was nothing I could do to stop that pull, I stopped fighting it.“I-I don’t know what to do,” I whisp
~Theo~“It’s been two whole days, Fred. And all you can report to me is that you haven’t been able to find the witch who did that to my father!?”Fred wiped off perspiration that had gathered on his forehead and exchanged glances with the Gammas behind him.After carefully appraising the situation, I’d concluded that it was only a witch that could inflict those kinds of wounds on a werewolf. The wounds weren’t just a result of stabs and slices of skin.The stabs and claws might have assisted, but I was wise enough to decipher that it was just an instrument meant to hinder the main purpose and to hide that it was a vile, unwanted creature who perpetrated the act.I was trying my best to hold off on lashing out at them as much as I could because I was aware of how they’d scoured the whole kingdom in search of this intruder.“There’s been no trace of any witch around the kingdom for the past twenty years, Theo. The men and I tried our best to—”My fist thumbed on the table simultaneously
~Storme~Luck wasn’t on my side today. Whatever it was that had pushed me to curse the King that day had disappeared. The darkness wasn’t there. I couldn’t feel it.I’d been there on my knees for hours, praying to whatever it was that might have inhabited me that day, to heal the king and restore him to what he used to be.Whatever this was, it wasn’t anything good. If hurting people was all it could do, I wanted no part in it. I didn’t even want to think about what would happen if Theo eventually found out that I was somehow connected to what happened to his father.King Marcellus might be a ruthless ruler, but he was still Theo’s father. I doubted that he would kiss a girl who hurt his father in an unearthly way.‘I think you need to calm down, Storme.’ My wolf whined. ‘You’ll wear yourself out at this rate. You know I’m not strong enough to help you.’I ignored her whining and kept on pacing the length and breadth of my room. Theo had ordered a search party to find the supposed cul
~Storme~I didn’t know how long I’d been here. The dungeon didn’t offer much in the way of timekeeping, but I’d counted the times sunlight filtered through the tiny grate high up on the wall. Two days. Maybe three. I couldn’t keep counts anymore.My throat burned. My lips were cracked. My stomach had stopped growling. Now, it just hurt. They hadn’t given me food. No water. Nothing but the cold floor and the stink of dirt and rot for comfort.Theo’s visit had given me a little bit of hope. Seeing him gave me a strength that I’d lacked these past days. And knowing that he was okay made me happy. But now that he was gone, I was back to my old helpless self.I curled tighter into myself, trying to fight the dizziness. But it was no use. That was when it happened again.I stood in a wide open field that looked oddly familiar like the field I used to run to for comfort in the Normadic Wolves. In front of me was the same woman I’d seen before in these visions that I’ve had.This time, there
~Theo~Pain greeted me before my consciousness stepped in. It was sharp, seated in the back of my head like a hammer was trying to split my bone in two. I groaned, and dragged a hand across my face, a skull-cracking headache romancing the entirety of my head. As my eyes opened, everything came back to me in blinding flashes: Storme’s broken expression, her being dragged away, my father’s voice accusing her of treason and condemning her to death.I shot upright immediately, the migraines suddenly forgotten. Theo and Grace watched with puzzled expression as they tried to hold me still. But that wasn’t the plan for me.“Theo, wait—!”Fred’s voice was too late. I was already yanking off the sheets and throwing my legs over the side of the bed. Before I could leave my room, he blocked my path, concern written all over his face. “You can’t just jump out of bed and leave, Theo. You need to rest. You’ve been unconscious since last night.”“Where is she?” I rasped.Fred lowered his eyes, atte
~Storme~The cold was worse tonight. Not the kind that seeped through bones, but the kind that makes you think about the vicissitudes of life. The uneven floor pressed against my spine like cracked, jagged teeth, and each breath I took was filled with the stale, damp air. My wrists ached where the silver chains had rubbed my skin raw, and my lips were dry, cracked. Grace hadn’t been allowed to visit. I hadn’t seen another face all day. Only rats. And silence. And shadows.“Is this really how I’m going to die? Without seeing people that I love?”A choked sob escaped my throat. I was weak. I was too weak to fight. My back was still aching with the strokes of canes that the guards had lashed out on me after the trial, which I learned was the alpha king’s command.That devil in disguise.What kind of man was he anyway? Even if he was furious with y actions, could he not even spare his own son? He had stood there, watching as Karen injected his son with a substance that could be dangerous
~Storme~After a torturous night and a nightmare that didn’t seem to end, it was past dawn. I could hear footsteps coming towards me. They were fast and hurried. I crawled out from the corner of the cell where I’d gone to avoid getting wet from the faulty ceiling, and blind-patted my way to the door.The cell door creaked open, and the torchlight stung my eyes. I blinked fast, adjusting to the sudden brightness. Before I could move, rough hands yanked me up by the arm. I winced.“Get up, slut,” a voice sneered.It was a voice that I would recognize even in death. Karen, my biggest antagonist yet.“The alpha king, in his great mercy, has decided to give you a fair trial. Even if we both know that it’s useless, he wants to give you a fighting chance.”The public trial. It was the nightmare of every accused wolf in Castillo Tribe. I wouldn’t call that a trial, because it was just an avenue to let the Tribe people do whatever they deem fit with you before you’re finally sentenced. It was
~Storme~This was almost like a second home to me. For someone who had spent the better parts of her growing up life in a dungeon, I guess I could call it just that. I’ve communed with mice and geckos more probably more than any so-called alpha’s daughter, or queen.The dungeon was pitch-black now. The little bit of light from the moon had disappeared, leaving only the sound of water dripping from the faulty ceiling, and the occasional scurrying rat to remind me that I was still alive.I curled tighter into myself, shivering on the cold, rough floor. My skin ached. My lip had split open again. The cramps on my lower belly was starting to act up again, and the nausea was starting to come back in torrents. The smell of everything in the dungeon irritated me.I closed my eyes, and concentrated on counting from 1-100 backwards. It was something that helped me whenever I felt anxious, or agitated. Somehow it brought me a little bit of peace. I felt myself becoming more relaxed, and my body
~Storme~The words hung in the air like a stubborn fog that has refused to clear away. For a moment, no one moved. Not even the guards.Theo snapped out of the shock first. “Don’t you dare!”Marcellus, whose eyes were now red, swallowed by rage, growled at the guards who were hesitant and confused on whose orders to obey. “Seize the traitor now!”I stumbled back as two armored guards lunged toward me. Theo struggled in the grip of the warriors still holding him, thrashing, snarling like a beast as the veins in his neck bulged. “Let me go! Storme—!”I tried to run away instinctively, even though I had no idea why I thought that it was a great idea, but one of them caught me by the waist and slammed me against the cold pillar. My cheekbone cracked against the cold stone, and I tasted blood again.“Stop!” Theo roared. “You can’t do this—”“I can do whatever I want with her!” Marcellus bellowed. “The sooner you understand and accept that fact, the better for you in this kingdom.”I fought
~Storme~It felt like I’d just signed my second death sentence when I noticed Marcellus and the guards behind him. He was breathing heavily, and his eyes had turned red. There was no denying what had happened between his son and me. there was no way I could deny it. Not with my dress almost off my body, and Theo’s shirt thrown away in a corner. The truth was just too glaring.“I can explain—” I started, trying to adjust my dress as decently as possible, my voice trembling as I stared at Marcellus’s wide, enraged eyes.But he didn’t let me finish. What happened next felt like it was edited in an extremely forward motion. I barely saw his fist before it slammed into Theo’s jaw with a crack that echoed throughout the room. I let out a gasp as Theo staggered backward, blood spraying from his lips.“No!” I rushed forward, but Theo caught himself before he fell. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand, then looked up at his father.“Don’t,” I whispered to him, begging with my eyes. “Pl
~Karen~The thanksgiving feast was an utter disaster in my eyes. From the moment Storme walked into the hall, basking in the attention of the alphas and dignitaries, to the Alpha King’s half-hearted speech thanking the Moon Goddess for sparing his queen’s life, every single second grated on my nerves.I’d kept my expression neutral, but inside, I was seething. I could tell that the Alpha King’s words were nothing but a formality, lacking any real emotion. His tone was dry, detached, as if he were merely checking off a duty on a long list of royal obligations. I almost rolled my eyes as he finished the dry speech.Favor? From the Moon Goddess? What a joke. If Storme had truly died, I would have personally made an offering to thank the heavens.But Theo had to push things further, of course, forcing me to say a prayer for my sworn enemy, someone that I would have snapped her neck as she sat pretty on that table if I had the opportunity.The prayers tasted like bile to me as I spoke, but
~Storme~{A WEEK LATER}Karen walked into the sitting room like she owned the place. She moved with an air of entitlement, her expression rigid as she sat across from me, smoothing her gown as if she were settling in for a long chat. I didn’t trust her presence, but I forced a polite smile expected from a queen."How are you doing?" she asked, her voice falsely sweet."I’m okay," I replied evenly.I knew better than to let my guard down around her. The event of the past days had made me know that Karen and I were sworn enemies who do not have a chance at coming together for peace. For someone who was willing to incinerate me even when it was obvious that I was alive, I wouldn’t put anything past her anymore.She offered a slow smile, tilting her head. "I must say, congratulations. You have quite the talent for cheating death. I’m almost envious."I gave a small, meaningless smile, but said nothing. I wouldn’t give her the satisfaction of a reaction."Are you ready for the feast this e