Something Not-Natural

Sheera was a prisoner of her own terror. 

Even as night fell, cloaking the Fortress in its inky embrace, and she knew it was time to go the Alpha's chamber, she found it difficult moving her legs.

the memory of what she had done sent a fresh wave of panic crashing over her. The image of the Keeper's lifeless form sprawled on the floor played on an endless loop in her mind.

It was unreal for her to had behaved that way. So unreal for her to possess such strength and anger - one that was enough to defeat a Keeper, and...and kill him!

She was haunted! It was her first kill as a wolf, and by the moon, the air seemed to stick in her throat. 

It was forbidden to take the life of another without reason. 

What if the Keeper's death is traced to her? What if they don't believe she had only been defending herself? How does she even explain herself being in his room? It was foolish of her to had followed him. 

Her breaths were shallow and quick as she struggled to pull herself together. She needed to go to the Alpha's chamber. She'll get punished if she doesn't. 

.. .

After what seemed like forever, Sheera was finally able to muster up the strength she could to head to Keegan's room. She was later than expected, and the thought of the Alpha being angry about it made her even more anxious. 

Two Keepers guarded his door when she arrived. Then, one of them announced her arrival and shortly, she was granted entrance by the Alpha. 

Sheera walked into an empty room. Not empty of it's contents, of course, but of the Alpha. 

She couldn't find him in the dimly - lit room. And for a moment - even if she knew somehow, he was still around - it brought her a sliver of relief. 

She took a deep, shuddering breath, only to have it catch in her throat as his voice, laced with icy coldness, came from a corner of the room. 

"You're late." The voice dripped with venom. 

A sharp exhale escaped Sheera's throat as she whipped around to the direction of the voice and found him leaning on the doorway to a second smaller - looking room. 

A leaden weight settled in her chest, mirroring the oppressive tension that filled the room. Despite the room's faint illumination, she saw him with startling clarity. 

For the first time, she wasn't seeing him in his cumbersome royal garb. Instead , he stood dressed in simple black breeches and a long-sleeved tunic with the top buttons undone, offering a glimpse of his bare chest.  

His hair was neatly woven in two hefty braids, framing his face. Right there, he didn't look like the Alpha she was used to seeing during the day. He looked almost like one that didn't shoulder the responsibilities of the largest Wolf Pack to exist. He looked like a simple young man who would go home to his mate and have dinner with her under the night sky. Maybe with some dark thoughts, too. 

He didn't look innocent - no. He was far from it. 

But even as he looked so gentle and different, that darkness still clung to him like a shadow. That aura that made him dangerous. 

His hands slipped into both sides of his breech pockets, he pushed away from the doorway. 

Sheera inclined her head immediately, gulping hard. "I...I apologize, Alpha. I lost track of time."

Keegan chuckled, like her response had been ridiculous. As he got closer to her, Sheera fought to control the tremors racking her body. How foolish was she to have wasted his time. 

Keegan stalked around her in a slow circle, each step scraping against her already frayed nerves. He smelt like freshly washed herbs mingling with a hint of sunlight. His unique scent somehow, seemed to burrow into the depths of Sheera, calming a primal fear that gnawed at her bones. 

And when he stopped in front of her, barely two inches away, she couldn't resist her eyes from getting off the floor and settling on his face. 

By the moon, Sheera's breath got stuck in her throat, her body freezing under his gaze. 

His face wss perfection, the kind that belonged in a legend. He was so handsome, it defied explanation, as if touched by the goddess Charis herself. 

"Strip," his eyes darkened as he commanded. 

The foolishness of meeting his gaze dawned on her like a slap. Stupid. Stupid. 

Forcing her gaze to the floor, she took her shaky hands to her dress and began to unfasten it. Her breath was shallow, but she felt a bit relieved when the Alpha moved away from her. 

In no time, she was stark naked before him. She stood nervously and awaited his command. But it didn't come too soon. 

Instead, he inched closer to her, almost covering up the distance between them. Sheera made sure her gaze remained locked on the floor. 

She shivered when he lifted his hands to her chest and simultaneously, trapped her both nipples between his fingers.

While she shuddered, he groaned darkly. 

Her whole life, she's never been touched by a man; didn't even know what it looked like. But this - whatever it was that was going on between her hardened nipples - she didn't know if she wanted it to stay or leave. 

"On the bed," he ordered the second he withdrew his hands from her. 

Releasing a very shaky breath, Sheera turned around and reached the bed. A searing heat scorched her skin as she laid on it. 

'its going to be fine, Sheera. You're fine.' She repeated to herself. 

She didn't need to be told she had to lie on her belly. Her mother had told her she couldn't look the Alpha in the face while he took her, considering she was brought in as a 'plaything'. If the Alpha ever wanted to take her from the front, a blindfold would go over her eyes. 

It didn't take long before the sound of fabric disorbing sliced through the silence. Sheera pressed her face to face the opposite direction, not wanting to get a glimpse of the Alpha.

She heard him open a hutch but couldn't see whatever it was he was taking from it. But shortly, she felt him climb behind her on the bed.

A small whimper left her, shaken by the contact. Although he was barely touching her, she could 'feel' him.

He touched her. Sent a lubed finger to the top of her mound and earned another soft whimper in return. gods, she wasn't ready for it. The unexplainable spasms that wracked her body.

She expected him to slip a finger into her like the last time, but he didn't. She gasped when she felt his steed nudge her opening. 

Goodness! She may not have seen a man's member before, but even her naive guts knew there was something unreal about it. Something not-natural.

"This is going to hurt," he spoke in a detached tone that only amplified the horror of the situation, right before he pushed himself into her. 

Sheera's eyes widened in round circles as her lips parted open in shock. Next, a sharp cry filled the room, sending painful messages to her brain. 

No, no, no, no. It was nothing like her mother had said. Something didn't feel right. It was as though, she was too small for him and he was only going to tear her into half. 

"No..." her voice hitched, the pain a white-hot explosion that consumed her senses.  

He pulled out to the tip, only to slam back into her with a merciless force that brought another agonizing cry to her lips.

"Wait..!" She sobbed. 

Her body jerked forward, attempting to go away. But his hands like iron manacles held her captive, forcing her body to endure the excruciating torment.

A third thrust and Sheera felt her hymen snap. But it wasn't the pain of it that shattered her. It was the force of her body being stretched beyond limits. 

She squeezed her eyes shut, tears leaking past her lashes and soaking the rough linen sheets. She held onto the sheets like they could save her. 

Keegan steadied his thrusts, going at a slow pace. And even if it seemed like death was taking place between her legs, Sheera sensed a terrifying restraint in him, a feeling that only a fraction of his power was unleashed. It was a monstrous thought, that there was even more he could inflict.

She sobbed beneath him, waiting for that moment when he would be finished with her. And when it finally came, another tear escaped its dam and traced a salty path down her cheek. 

She stayed still even as he pulled away and to his feet. Deep down, she hoped he was really done with her. One more touch and she might not survive it. 

She sobbed even more as she heard him go into the distant.