My Hunger

WARNING:- This chapter contains sexual content not suitable for young readers.                                 

The night is yet to welcome Day. There is barely any light outside but I am wide awake. Running around his territory to warm up my body get my blood pumping. Today is the day I have to prove myself to my so-called mate. It is not the fact that I am nervous as to why I feel upset but that I have to prove myself. That I have to tear myself apart piece by piece to show him my worthiness to rule by his side.

All my life I had to fight assuming there might be a limit to it. That it would end when I take my throne or even when I find my gift from the moon. But I guess my doom is always to struggle. I once fought for survival now I fight for acceptance. Acceptance from him.

I halt in my tracks all thoughts swirling in my mind flies as his spicy scent overtakes my body. My mind grows hazy as my desperate eyes search for a glimpse of him. Hands itching to hold him my skin wanting to feel his warmth. It is a bloody battle between mind, body and heart. A war I cannot seem to walk away from a war I cannot triumph.

I observe the flex of his muscles to every stretch of his bones. Sweat dripping from his toned chest downwards to his sculpted stomach. Every bob of his adam's apple to the gulps of water he swallows I capture. Such an attractive male he is.

His jaw clenches hands shifting to fists for senses the heat of my gaze on his flesh. Our eyes meet and my breath hitches the bond blazing to life between us. How can he resist this undeniable pull between us? Why does he wish to do so? I do not understand.

I take uneasy steps towards him his eyes looking to my feet catching each movement of mine however I pause once more. A female walks up to him beaming with bright red bashful cheeks. She delivers to him a towel which he appreciatively takes sparking a conversation between them. She deliberately puts a strand of hair behind her ear, biting her lower lip seductively. She desires him. Has he had her before? Has he tasted her?

I acquire my answer when his eyes meet mine once more. He replies to my inquiry with those emeralds of his. Yes, he has had her several times before. The thorns around my heart dig deeper tears wanting to be released from the hold I have on them my legs shake from the burden of my heart. I glance at her memorizing her features. She will be the first I slay. Choices bring consequences.

I will not cry it does not matter how many females he has had moaning beneath him whilst he fucked them raw. I will remain strong so I can confront him of his past the Alpha blood running in my veins does not permit me to be vulnerable. 

The female looks towards me disgust evident in her eyes for hatred consumes her. She is jealous of me that I have ended up being his mate. Cracking my knuckles licking my teeth I smirk evilly. Today will mark the day of her death. My wolf will take pleasure in spilling her blood.

Deimos marches to the centre of the field his voice reverberating across the gathered crowd. "Today each one of you will fight an opponent. You may choose whom you wish to fight but put all your training and hard work into it. Make me proud." Wolves get into stance their chests puffed up wanting to show their Alpha their strength. 

"Who wishes to go first?" He questions eyes looking from one wolf to another seeking the first volunteer.

"I wish to go first and that female shall be my opponent." My voice blares slicing through the pin-drop silence. I boldly point at her, the female whose throat I wish to rip out for touching what belongs to me.

Deimos grows agitated by my choice of the rival. He realises why I want to challenge her. That it is because of him because she has tried my food before I could sample it. "Do you accept, Nadia?" He asks.

So Nadia is her name. Did he scream her name when she took his forceful thrusts? Or did he call her name as a lover would? The mere thought of him hovering above her ramming into her filthy cunt just fuels my hatred. 

This will be the last time he will address her name I will make sure of it. The female gazes from him to me determination firmly exhibited in her eyes. She wishes to take my place. I laugh quietly. Not even in her dreams will she be able to acquire that.

"Yes, Alpha. I accept." Her voice does not waver she is a strong female trained to be a warrior. Pity, she will not be able to discern tomorrow's sunrise.

"Then let it begin," Deimos announces as he slumps down on his chair charged with curiosity.

Wolves form a tight unpenetrable ring around Nadia and me interested in the outcome. The female and I move in circles our eyes steadily set on the other our feet bare as it sinks deep into the drenched soil. 

She attacks first attempting to knock me down kicking my legs. I simply seize her by her knee shoving her back as she stumbles her steps faltering. She charges again blindly swinging her fists to get a blow on my face. This female strives to fight without thinking she does not analyze my tactics or how to adjust her movements to collide with mine. I can kill her right now if I want but I wish to play with the inexperienced female more.

I am swift to dodge her advances grasping her forearm wrenching it behind her back only to insert a certain amount of pressure to snap her bone. She screams in agony promptly slamming her head backwards cracking my nose.

 Clutching her by the neck hoisting her into the air I shove her body to the dirt instantly shattering her backbone. This was an effortless affair it almost felt like I was pretending.

 "Aren't you a pup? Your moves are that of a juvenile." I mock her as the female claws at my neck gagging on her spit labouring to breathe.

 "I wasn't a pup when your mate shoved his cock deep inside me screaming my name only to fill my cunt with his seed and-" Baring my canines at her an earsplitting growl departing my lips I peer straight into the expecting eyes of Deimos crushing her throat before she could finish her sentence. The sight of life being drained out of her foul body pleases me.

"Anyone else who wishes to take my rightful place as Deimos's Luna fight me here and now but know this, I shall send you straight to the moon." Turning to all the females who are present at the field I shriek to them awaiting the next wolf who will wish to confront me. Only silence echoes back with occasional whimpers. They fear me no one will dare to disrespect me anymore I have shown them what I am capable of.

My feet take me to Deimos his hands grip the handles of the chair for dear life as I lean towards his heat my breasts lewdly brushing against his shoulder as he quivers to my closeness. "Perhaps you do not wish for me to be yours but know this, I do not share," I whisper into his ear as his eyes widen to my truth.

I walk away from the field back to the castle desperate for a shower. Feeling the warm water gliding down on my body I sigh with relief. Steam covers my vision as I closing my eyes and think back to what Nadia told me before she died. How many times did he fuck her? Was she meant to be his Luna if he did not locate me? Did he want her to birth to his pups? Did he...love her?

My thoughts are disrupted when I feel him behind me. I do not run, scream or cower from him. I am no shy wolf we belong to each other so being naked in front of him is not a significant issue. He can look at my bare flesh all he wants. 

"Look at me." He whispers to me.

I turn around leisurely to open my eyes and look into his. Can he see my misery? Can he see what he does to me? I glance down at his fit body his erect cock lies against his belly requiring release. At least he physically desires me. His jaw is clenched tight teeth grinding against the other eyes dilating. He is trying his best not to take me right here and now.

"Did you have to kill her, mate?" He asks.

"Yes, she took what was mine knowing it did not belong to her," I answer. 

"I never permitted you to kill her. You were only supposed to spar."

"What about you Deimos? What would you do if I opened my legs for another male?"

"I will shred him piece by piece and watch him bleed to death." He replies smoothly.

"So, her death is justified," I utter. Giving me a single nod of acceptance he whirls me around my back pressed against his front. He wishes to wash me. 

We are now totally aware of each other's bodies. I crave to touch him. I innocently shuffle backwards closer to him making sure our bodies deliciously meet each other only to arch my back raising my ass into the air. I tell him indirectly he can have me right here right now if he wants to.

 The steam increases the sizzling heat between us. His hands stop washing my back dropping the soap to my tempting action. His fingers clasp my hips yanking my ass straight to his humungous rock hard cock nesting it between my ass cheeks as though it was made to keep him like puzzle pieces. We moan together in unison our sounds of pleasure resounding through the bathroom walls. 

"Are you teasing me mate?" His voice is deep and husky as he kneads each of my bum cheeks feeling the plumpness of my flesh. I mewl like a female in heat my pussy insanely moist and dripping just thirsting to have him inside me. To pound into me like the beast he is and satisfy my hunger.