5. My female

Alpha Lor

“The visitors are here.” Ken, my delta and third in command relays.

“I’ll be with them shortly.”

I felt them cross into my territory, two people that piqued my interest, familiar and yet not.

I had plans today, and I’m annoyed they will be derailed by their presence. We so rarely have guests however, so this must be very important. I fix my tie and prowl for the door. They are already waiting for me and I cock my head as I place a hand on the knob. It is shit timing for my wolf to wake, and it is never a good sign when his focus sharpens like now.

“We’ll make this short.” I tell Ken and we step in.

“I hope you didn’t wait long.” I begin and stop in my tracks.

She stares at me in shock beside her escort. I am just as surprised, and I don’t surprise easily. My mate.

‘Mate!’ My wolf roars in my breast, practically beating his chest with ecstasy.

‘Be silent!’ I hiss but it’s useless. The beast has awoken again, because of her. He beats and rattles at his cage, demanding to be let out and my body tenses with the effort of keeping him contained.

“Is this the goddess’ idea of a joke?” I snarl, alarming Ken who must think I’m being rude to strangers.

She glares right back at me, not looking too thrilled with this development either.

“It is. The lamest joke in all of Centuria.” She says with a depreciating laugh.

“Alpha, do you know her?” Ken asks.

“Oh I do.” I say. “Leave us. You too.” I tell her escort.

His lips are tight with fear but he looks at her for confirmation and she nods. I wait for the door to close behind them before I cross the distance to her. She is just as beautiful as I remember, even more. Her innocence radiates out from her, calling to my darkness.

I did not scent her presence as I should have when she entered my territory and now I know why. She has no presence.

I puzzle over that as I prowl around her. My wolf can normally feel and scent every single wolf within my territory and even outside it, and we see each of the wolves as threats. But not her. It is almost like she is mortal, except for the teasing scent indicating a wolf that lurks deep within her. With such an extremely weak wolf, I shouldn’t have even been able to recognise her as my mate by scent.

“‘You’ are the demon wolf?” She asks incredulously. When I don’t answer she laughs. “Of course. I should have guessed. A wolf so heartless and so selfish the entire Centuria fears him. Describes you perfectly.”

She is angry, and rightfully so. She is also hurt, though she would rather bite her tongue than admit it. And I’m more than a little impressed at her fearlessness despite her weakness. Her quickened heart gives away her fear and the scent of her sex gives away her desire. Her mere presence overwhelms me, puts me in heat.

I stop in front of her.

“The goddess works mysteriously.” I say, raising a hand to trace her face. This face has been etched into my mind since I left her. She leans into my hand imperceptibly, helplessly. “I have not been able to get you out of my mind.” I murmur, running my hand through her hair. So soft. I can’t stop touching her. The feel of her hair in my fingers, something I only dreamed of a few hours ago makes my huge body shudder. I want her more than my next breath.

“This morning, I made the decision to hunt you down, with nothing but your name.”

Her eyes spark and she shoves at me.

“Why the fuck would you try to look for me?” She hisses. “Why, when you already said you will not claim me as your mate?”

She hits me again when I don’t budge and I grab her arms and jerk her to me. She crashes into my chest and glares at me. All of my strength is focused on not possessing her body right this instant.

“Let me make something clear, female. I am never going to claim you as my mate.” Her eyes shutter. “But it is taking all of my willpower not to bend your ass over and fuck you right this instance. I ‘will’ fuck you, make no mistakes.”

“How dare you?” She snarls, ripping her hands from mine. “How cheap do you think I am? I’m not an easy fuck you bastard.”

“I dare. Because I am your mate, and you are mine.”

Her jaw drops.

“The effrontery! You are truly a demon wolf, you are every bit as cruel as the stories say.”

“I am. And yet you are wet for this demon.”

“What??!” She screeches.

“I can scent your desire for my cock, female. I could probably scent it from a mile away.”

She flushes an adorable pink, all the way to her ears. I want to trace that pattern with my lips, or my cock. If she looks down, the evidence of ‘my’ desire will be unavoidable.

“I would rather fuck a lizard.” She sneers.

Her denial is amusing. She will need some time to make the decision to share my bed. But she will. I drop the topic for now.

“What business brings you to my territory?”

The sudden change of subject flusters her and she takes several steps back to catch her breath.

“Oh yeah.” She clears her throat. “I send regards from my father, the Alpha of Creed pack and his Luna. Our pack is in a dire situation and we were hoping you would have some information that could help us.”

“Tell me more.” I say, leaning against a sturdy table.

Her eyes roam my body appreciatively and when she glimpses the huge straining bulge of my cock, she flushes more and snaps her eyes back to my face. I’ve never seen anyone so adorable and sexy. I would be afraid of scaring her away if I did not already feel her fire. She can take me, she was made for me.

“My pack was attacked by The desiccated wolf hunter.”

My eyes narrow and my concentration sharpens.

“One of ours was killed.” She swallows hard, she knew the victim. “There wasn’t a single trace of his attacker, or any indication of the method of his death other than the state of his body.”

Her vivid blue eyes fix on me.

“Reports said that your pack was also struck by the hunter.” She says and I scowl.

“We were.”

He struck when my beta and I were away on business.

“Well, my pack is currently conducting investigations on the body to see what we can find but any information you can give us from your own investigations would be valuable. We would be sure to share ours when the results have been concluded.”

“You said Creed pack.” I say.

“Yes.”

“Strange.”

“What is?”

“I figured out a pattern to the striking of The desiccated wolf hunter. Creed pack is in the west, and that shouldn’t be touched for another few strikes.”

“You actually figured out a pattern?” She asks excitedly, coming closer. I tense.

“Yes. Not much good now since they struck your pack. That irregularity has upset the entire pattern.”

“Could it be just that then? An irregularity? They could return to the pattern in their next strike.” Her eyes are blazing, and I‘m not comfortable with her investment with the case.

“The more important thing is to figure out why they deviated in the first place. Easier said than done.”

The bastard is a ghost. Not much stumps my wolf but this case has.

“True.” She says, deflating.

“Come with me.”

She eyes me warily but follows and I guide her towards the basement.

“You know it is legally criminal to torture your mate right?” She says as she follows me into the dark depths.

“Rest assured. Everything I want to do with you have nothing to do with pain and everything to do with pleasure.”

She is behind me but I know if I turn around she will be flushing.

“In your dreams.” She mutters.

“A conversation for later.” I say. She may fight me but it is much harder to fight her own body. Death lingers deep down here, the scent usually enough to get my wolf roaring. With him so close to the surface, my thirst for death is a constant pulse in my mind but for once, we don’t act on it.

I show her to the slab.

“What is in it?” She asks, eyeing it warily.

“Brace yourself.” I say and pull it open.

The remains of my man takes up the stone coffin, preserved by our alchemists. The stench  is under control but there is no mistaking the waft of death and the repulsive touch of strange magic.

She gags and runs to the side of the room, throwing up everything in her stomach. I slam the coffin closed, cursing. I should have warned her more, or not bring her down here at all.

I hold her hair as she finishes throwing up, stupefied at my actions.Why do I care if her hair falls in her face and her own vomit?

“We’ll head back up.” I say when she finally straightens.

“No I’ll stay.”

“No you won’t.”

“Please.” She grips my arm and turns those bedroom eyes on me. “I can do it.”

I curse under my breath and head back to the slab. It is incredibly harder to resist her than I thought it would be.

I pull it open and watch her closely but she has pulled herself together.

“It’s all...” She whispers in horror.

“Petrified.” I complete for her. “Everything from the inside out.”

“Goddess.” She whispers in horror.