All Chapters of PHOBOS: The Beast's Virgin Claim: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

I forsook the moon. I stopped gazing at the brightness she set forth in the dark night and the stars she birthed among the vast skies. My soul that longed with every breath I took, for my moon blessed kept drowning in yearning never satisfied for she never fulfilled my wish. She kept me praying. She kept me within the palm of her hand playing with me as if I were her toy, crushing my dreams and never-dying hope little by little each day. The moon taunted me, she gifted the females' that surrounded me with what their heart desired but not me. Watching my friends meet their mates and showing their love for all to see felt like mine was lost in silent darkness and he would never appear within my reach. Whenever the day turned gloomy in wake of the grey clouds puffed up ready to birth rain and a storm brewed with loud thunders and lightening the sound and sight of it reminded me of him. The soft cold breeze that grazed my skin cradled b

"Theia, do not run so fast. You will fall. Why must you do this every time we come to visit?" Cronus shouts whilst he chases after me. His tone irritated yet I feel the concern pooling within the depths. Jumping above rocks and sharp stones my feet bare muddied with the wet dirt I run to the castle that beckons me. The servants welcome my energy whilst I dash past them, my laughs loud enough for every wolf to hear. They have gotten quite used to my antics. "Hurry up, Cronus!" The screech of my voice carries through the chatter. Wolves knowingly move out the way freeing my path before I bump into them. "Good morning, Theia." Agatha the head servant of the castle greets me whilst carrying a bucket of white blankets. "Morning, Agatha. Where is he?" Skidding to a stop in front of her, I question jumping like a wild hare. My heart pounding with the excitement of the fun day waiting ahead for me to experie

"One." I begin to count whilst Phobos lies upon the grass floor with his right hand held over his face covering his eyes as a form of shade from the burning rays of the hot sun. "Two," I mutter under my breath making sure to search thoroughly. It can be quite tricky he warned me of this. "Three and...four! I am done." I smile wide as if I have accomplished a big mission proud of myself. If I fail at this exercise I can at least reason with him saying I said the numbers properly. Phobos sighs turning on his side peering up at me through his sleepy eyes. He seems to look so tired these days. Has his training gotten harder or is he just not getting enough sleep? The dark circles that paint his skin beneath his eyes make him look like a panda. I snort as a weird laugh flies past my lips. He frowns and playfully glares at me knowing my thoughts are definitely of his appearance. He is quite used to me now

"Stoop lower," Phobos whispers his instruction to me for the fourth time almost as if he is reprimanding me in a way. He squats a bit far from me, eyes serious and patient never wavering from my flesh. Shutting my eyes close annoyance surging I raise my upper lip to show teeth as a threat. "I cannot bend further than this." I spit. "You are doing it wrong, Theia. Thrust out your back curl your spine and dig your nails into the soil." He says which does nothing but aids my anger. How can I do it with merely just your words? Why does he refuse to show me rather than tell me? Cursing at him under my breath I try to visualize the position in my mind and shift my body accordingly. Stumbling around doing my best to remain quiet and unseen I somehow end up doing what he says. Struggling to hold my weight with merely my palms I keep falling only to get up and shift back into position. Once my mind is satisfi

"Cronus stop moving or you will squash the cake." Eyes flare with annoyance as a low warning growl blares from deep within my chest as I regard him. "How am I supposed to exit the car without moving, Theia?" "You can exit gracefully, you need not wiggle around so much. It was quite hard to make this cake you know?" I murmur whilst picking the mass up rotating it lightly scanning to see if it were damaged in any way. I had spent hours before daylight with mother to bake and decorate it. "Yes, I saw the mess you made in the kitchen this morning." He snickers softly whilst thanking the wolf who pulled open the car door for him. "It is not easy you know, this was the first I ever baked a cake." "You mean mother baked it, you simply decorated it." He counterattacks my words with his provoking ones. "You weren't there. You did not see most of what I did." I argue b