All Chapters of PHOBOS: The Beast's Virgin Claim: Chapter 11 - Chapter 20

WARNING: - This chapter contains light sexual content not suitable for young readers. --- "Theia! Theia!" A youthful female of merely twelve years runs towards me her chest heaving breathlessly, eyes overflowing with anxiety. "What is it?" I am swift to arise from my seat hastily proceeding to her side to receive her concerns. "Deimos is fighting again. It is unusual this time, a crowd has gathered." She mutters as my eyes close with exhaustion, a deep sigh passing my lips. I had foreseen it but I truly hoped he would behave until he leaves to return to the castle. "Take me to him." Whilst she directs me to the fight all I can ponder is how Cronus shall lose his patience with him today. This is the ultimate straw; he shall be thrust out by him even before the skies darken. He was doing exceptionally well the past few days,

I remember quite vividly how the rhythms of my heart surrendered itself to the war of my mind that throbbed to the words that day when Deimos had uttered. "Theia, this is my mate." He introduced smoothly whilst he turned and pointed at her. I had finally surprised him with a visit just after a few days from our phone call but that was not what I had expected to be confronted with. My eyes widened to his abrupt truth that hooked me off guard and turned questioning as to why he had not notified me of this prior to my arrival for if I had known I wouldn't have gone. His eyes began to sadden as he regarded me, he had not fancied the situation we were engulfed in. He was faltering, her arrival had struck him deep. He was horribly terrified of his female. But there was nothing for him to be frightened of for he held a goddess in his hands. Her hair held the rich colour of chestnuts, her lips

Deafening blares of our pack alarms have me arise from my tranquil state in the balcony whilst I close my book shut my eyes swelling to its abruptness that terrifies me. I believed that our pack will perpetually be secure from malicious ravenous wolves and that I shall never hear these dreadful bells. But they say hopes are always meant to be stomped upon for it has ultimately arrived unconditionally. "Theia!" Ismena shoves the door open with a fierceness her chest heaving whilst she meets my hysteric atwitter orbs. "The pups first!" I holler lugging up the hem of my flowy lucent nightgown dashing towards her with my bare feet. "Alpha Cronus has instructed for me to make you my priority." She responds grasping my hand steering me down the stairway hastily in a trial to flee before the invaders win their way inside these shielding walls. "The pregnant females and the elders Ismena

They take only my essentials and items I hold precious to me like my art supplies, paintings and photo frames as though they already knew prior what exactly they must embed in those boxes. "No," I whisper with a shake of my head as I watch my room being emptied whilst I am caged by my brawny male. I shift to glower back at him who never once took his blues off my face. "I am not coming with you, Phobos. This is wrong, you cannot do this. I want to stay here." I cry my fists pounding at his chest with panic at his arrangements to take me by force. How can he do this to me? "Zdá se, že má spoustu uměleckých potřeb, bude to pro nás další váha, abychom to všechno vzali. Měli bychom je všechny ještě vzít?" Another male walks forward his box overflowing with my art inventories whilst he inquires Phobos. I do not understand this language they speak whi

Phobos stiffens to my abrupt contiguity to him and takes an apparent step apart from my heat as I wince at his immoral action. He is truly ruthless with his ways, he does not care if it bites me. "Your female?" Deimos questions with stupefaction as I chew into my lower lip. I wonder if he shall be perturbed with me that I hid this from him or would he think that I merely found out about it recently as well? I wait tenaciously for my mate to answer but startle as I sense the flame of his blues upon me. Meek eyes rise to behold his only to gawk in perplexity. Why do you look at me like that? As though I have committed a trespass against you and the moon. As though I have done something shameful and corrupt. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever think I shall be marked down by you this way. Ripping my eyes off him I pray that I can disappear beneath the storm, this position I am in is not of happy one but a gut-wrenching on