~Storme~
Nothing had prepared me for the sight before me. It was perhaps the most deliciously forbidden thing that I’d ever laid my eyes on. The glorious naked body of the perfect stranger that I’d barged into on my way to king Marcellus’s room this afternoon. My eyes moved before my brain. Slowly trailing my hungry eyes down his chest, I couldn’t believe how someone could be so physically perfect. It was so glaring that the moon goddess certainly has her favorites. He had the chest of a bodybuilder, hard, as I already knew from when I bumped into him, wide and solid. A large wolf tattoo ran from his left chest down to his bulging biceps. It was beautiful, and one of the most unique tattoos that I’d ever seen. Little traces of hair formed on the hollow between his chest and ran down to his torso, making me desperately want to run my hands on them. Still unable to stop my eyes from trespassing, I followed the trail of hair down to the region where it stopped. And when I saw it, the saliva in my mouth dried up, literally. It was in a semi-flaccid state, and right before me, I saw it slowly start to harden and thicken the more. It was quite fascinating to me, because in all of my entire years masturbating, I’d never imagined that a penis would work that way. I mean, I was practically a virgin who lived in the fantasy world created by the books that I’ve read – except when king Marcellus forced himself on me. I’d never seen it physically. So, watching it do all of that as a first-timer was really fascinating. But…if it was getting harder while I was standing here staring at it, then that would mean that the stranger found me appealing…sexually? That singular thought brought me back to the realization that I’d been staring at a man for the past two minutes without decorum. I gasped and whipped my head up, hoping that somehow, he hadn’t noticed me ogling at him in an immoral manner. His lips were drawn taut in a knowing grin, and his face showed an intense interested look. Even as I took a step back, he made no effort to try covering himself up. Instead, he crossed his arms over his chest and raised his brows. “Have you had enough?” My cheeks burned at the insinuation behind his question. I must have looked like a sex-starved wolf on heat. If there is one thing that I am bad at, it is hiding my emotions. They’re always bare on my face like a VAR. there was no doubt that every single thought that had gone through my head had been plastered all over my face. “I-I’m so sorry about that.” I apologized, quickly covering my face with my hands and turning around. “I must have wandered into the wrong room. I’ll leave immediately” I started towards the door, bent on leaving before I embarrassed myself further. It was the fault of whoever drew the plans of this house by making them all so similar to each other. How would I have known that this wasn’t the king’s room? Hopefully this handsome stranger is a visitor who will leave the Pack soon because I have no idea what I would do with myself or how I would face him if he happens to be a member of this pack. My hand was already on the handle, ready to turn it and push it open when I heard his voice again. “Stay.” His words were like a magnet; stapling my feet down on that spot. Maybe it was the sheer allure of his voice, or the authority that dripped from that one word. Maybe it was the promise of something more. But for some reason, my feet couldn’t seem to find the will to move. I heard the sound of a fabric against door, and then I felt heat behind me. The smell of his shower gel wafted through my nostrils, giving me the same feeling that pheromones would give. It made me lightheaded, my breathing became faster, and above all, it made me feel ready. It was weird that just the scent of a shower gel could make me this way. Was I a slut like Adan had accused me of? How else was I supposed to explain to myself that I felt ready because of something so insignificant? “Who are you? What is your name?” the deep, silky voice came again. I took a deep breath before answering. I would have sounded like a hyena otherwise. The stupid accelerated beating of my heart did nothing to help me. “My name is Storme. I’m the alpha king’s new bride” Pause. For a few seconds, nothing was said. But I felt the air around us changing. It wasn’t charged with something positive, but it wasn’t negative either. It was something that I just couldn’t explain. “I’ll take responsibility for my actions” I said, hoping that he wasn’t too pissed about what I’d done. If he was the guest of the king, then there is a probability that I would return to the dungeon if he tells the king about it. “And how will you do that?” there was a hint of amusement in his voice as he spoke. “How will you take responsibility?” I swallowed hard. This was a matter of appealing to his ego. I could already tell from our very short encounter that he’s a man of ego. If I succeed in stroking it, then he might let me off without telling on me to the king. “I’ll do anything. Just please don’t let the king know” I pleaded. “You’ve already seen my nakedness. It’s only fair if I do the same.” “Of course. You can…” I trailed off, the meaning of his statement sinking in. “What?” I whirled around to face him. He must really be high on oxygen to request that of me. What sort of man was he anyway, asking the king’s bride to strip for him even after she revealed her status? I got my answer when I faced him again. He had a towel tied around his waist now. It was tied so low and so loose that a little tug would make it drop to the floor. “You said you’d take responsibility if I don’t tell the king.” He said. “That is how I want you to take responsibility for staring at me in an immodest fashion” My mouth opened and closed without producing a sound. I was truly guilty, but he had to be a piece of trash to tell a lady to do something like that even if he looked like something straight out of a sculpture. Before I could organize my thoughts, he closed the little space between us, intoxicating me with his scent. In a bid to escape him, my back pressed into the wall which I’d been backed into, praying that somehow, I don’t lose my cool. “What? Can’t do it?” his hand braced the wall, trapping me even more and leaving me to his mercy. Slowly, his eyes moved over my facial features, almost as if he was trying to memorize every single detail about it. At this point, there was no way that he wouldn’t hear the super beating of my heart. It was louder than an African talking drum. I took very deep breaths, trying to calm the turmoil within me, but failed miserably. This won’t do at all. I need to leave this room and find my way to king Marcellus’s room. He must be getting angry waiting for me. “I-I’m sorry, sir, but I –” Warm, large hands on my chin made me trail off mid-talk. Electric jolts spiraled down my spine, causing a jarring sensation that stopped to pool at the center of my legs. My teeth came down on my lower lips, gently biting as I tried to calm my nervous mind. His gaze followed my movement. They glazed with malicious intention as they dropped to my lips. They stayed there for some seconds, before he brought them back to my eyes, and then back to my lips. The intensity with which he gazed at me sent heat to my belly. His pupils had dilated, and I could sense a change in his breathing. He leaned in close – so close that I could feel his hot breath tickling the back of my ears as he whispered huskily. “I might have a better offer.” Without warning, his arm wrapped around my waist, pulling me into him. I gasped, the warmth emanating from his body seeping into mine. I was trapped with nowhere to go. And the crazy part was that I wanted to be trapped in those arms as much as possible. He leaned in, his breath mingling with mine. My pulse quickened, anticipation thrumming in my nerves. I must be going crazy, wanting this stranger to go on with what I knew he was about to do. The stranger’s lips hovered just above mine, tantalizingly close. Our faces inched closer and my heart raced as I closed my eyes, surrendering to the moment. But just as I was sure that our lips would meet, I heard king Marcellus’s voice ring out behind the door, just as soon as it swung open.~Theo~I cursed softly under my breath and pulled her to the back of the door before blocking my father’s entrance. If this wasn’t the worst timing ever in the history of my father’s interruptions.“Father,” I greeted unenthusiastically, “Is there something you need?”In his usual fashion, he glanced around my room, taking in as many details as he could before answering. It was a habit that he had picked up over the years during his early ages of conquest. Little wonder he was able to restrategize and wipe out his enemies mercilessly. He had a knack for sniffing out even the tiniest details.This time, however, he wouldn’t be able to sniff out his bride hiding behind my door.“I was passing by and I realized that you haven’t gotten to meet my new bride yet.” He said.I feigned surprise, my lips widening pleasantly. “You took another bride?”He nodded. “I got fed up with the blonde from the Crescent Pack so I had to get myself a younger one from the Normadic Wolves.”“Aren’t you a bit
~Storme~The moment I escaped from the clutches of this stranger, who I now knew as King Marcellus’s son, I hurriedly found my way to the king’s room. Waiting was a virtue that I’d come to know that the king didn’t possess, and I wasn’t in the state of mind to let him use my body as a way to release pent-up frustration.Immediately I opened the door, I saw him seated on his bed, his face scrunched up and his countenance broody. He was already vexed, no doubt.“Where were you?” he questioned without sparing me a glance.My heart jumped into my stomach at the dread that coated his words. There was no way he could have noticed that I’d been in his son’s room, right?I tried to use my wolf’s discernment to read his body language and facial expressions, but I came up with nothing. Who was I kidding? It wasn’t as if my wolf had miraculously started functioning the way a normal alpha wolf would.“Erm…I was…I was in the kitchen” I blurted out before I could even think about what I’d said.Tha
~Storme~The grand dining hall was so luxurious and Magnificent. One look at it, and there would be no doubt that this was indeed a royal diner. Servants filed in and out of the hall, carrying with them trays of food and setting them down on the massive mahogany table before us. Massive chandeliers adorned with crystals glittered above us, casting a beautiful shadow on the long mahogany table lined with dishes fit for a royal feast. The scent of roasted meats, fresh herbs, and spiced wine filled the air, yet my appetite was nonexistent. My heart pounded against my ribcage as I sat stiffly near the king, painfully aware of the glare of the man seated on the other side of the table.Theo.His gaze was unflinching, almost burning a hole through my forehead. It wasn’t gentle, or flirty. It was pissed. Annoyed. Vengeful. Almost as if he was planning some kind of devious plan that he couldn’t wait to execute.His presence was magnetic. Every movement he made, every glance he threw my way,
~Storme~I wanted to disappear into the floor. Theo, however, appeared unfazed. He leaned back in his chair, his gaze never leaving mine. “She’s… captivating,” he said, his voice thick with meaning. “More than I expected.”My cheeks burned, and I risked a glance at the king, who seemed pleased with the response. He had no idea that the tension in the room had nothing to do with polite conversation.“That’s good to hear,” Marcellus said, raising his glass in a toast. “I trust you’ll make her feel welcome.”Theo’s grin deepened, and he shook his head. “Of course, Father. In fact, I’d be happy to give her a tour of the Palace after dinner.”The king nodded approvingly, oblivious to the undercurrent of Theo’s offer. I, on the other hand, felt a wave of panic. Spending more time alone with Theo was the last thing I needed, but there was no polite way to refuse.Soon, we were done with dinner. True to his promise, Theo stood and offered me his hand. “Shall we?”I hesitated, my mind racing f
~Theo~My fingers thrummed softly on the desk, creating a nice distraction for me as I waited for my father to say something. He continued perusing his long line of conquest awards, touching each one reverently as if they were sacred objects.Over the years as a young king, I’ve heard and also witnessed the viciousness of my father. Both in battle and when it comes to matters of the kingdom. King Marcellus wouldn’t waste time in having the head of whoever flaunted his order, alphas and Pack members alike.When he got older, he had looked up to me to carry on with his legacy, but I was a far cry from what he is. I preferred not to see the heads of innocent people severed from their spasming bodies. If there was anything I loved more, it was women.And no, I never want them in that forever bond type of way. I preferred to hit and ghost. Maybe that was why the moon goddess had decided that I wasn’t fit to have a mate. It’s been twenty-five years of being on earth, and yet all efforts, wh
~Storme~The minute I got into the kitchen, I released an exasperated breath. Why did he have to be in the king’s study at the time that I was supposed to serve tea? Couldn’t he have waited until I was done serving the king before inserting himself into a situation that didn’t need him?That self-conceited handsome devil. Always trying to make me nervous around him. The most annoying part was that he was always successful. I always find myself weak in the knees after every encounter with him.“How can one person be so handsome and annoying at the same time?” I half-yelled.“Didn’t know you thought that I was so handsome. Could have told me sooner so that I can make you mine.”I spun around to see the handsome devil entering the kitchen. A silly smile played on his lips as he walked towards me, hands in his pockets.“Is that why you’re stalking me?” I retorted, “Because you can’t seem to get your head over me?”“On the contrary, baby doll, I hate you. I hate you so much that all I want
~Theo~“Where were you? I kept looking everywhere for you. Did you forget that we had to train the other werewolves for the hunting competition?” I glanced at Fred who kept on looking at me funny. I raised my assaulted finger and placed it at the bridge of my nose before sniffing deeply. “I was very thirsty. So, I decided to hunt for some kind of rare juice.”The expression on his face was that of uninterest, as if he was waiting for me to tell the truth. This was my problem with people knowing everything about me. Having been my best friend for the better part of my years, even before becoming my beta, Fred knew me more than necessary.He began to unsheathe the swords that we would use for the training session. We had to train harder since we would be competing with other kingdoms on a hunting spree. It had been a tradition since my father became king, and that silly tradition had stuck. I don’t understand the need to run around in forests with a damn sword in this modern time.A gu
~Storme~A week in the palace, and it feels like I’ve been living a dream. A bad dream. King Marcellus has been insistent on his needs, leaving me to wonder how such an old man could have such primal needs. It was such a pity that I wasn’t into older men, or worse still, an older man who looked like him. That was besides almost dragging me everywhere he went and boasting to whoever cared to listen that I was the virgin bride whom he paid for.Now, as I lay on his bed after another three seconds of him penetrating me this evening, I started to wonder what my life would have been like if I hadn’t been sold by Alpha Morgan. Perhaps by now, my mate would have found me, and we would be living happily.I glanced at his fat hand draped across my breast and drew the cover up my chest, slightly shifting and pushing his hand away in the process. It earned me a glare, but I was past the boundaries of caring right now.My mission at this point was to get the king under my thumb and make him fall
~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