2- Dark Desires

Kaelen

While the storm was brewing outside, something very similar was also looming inside the carriage. With Vance pinning me down with his heavy weight, the wolf inside me snarling for release, and my human side fighting to keep the core shut to escape another release of the secret scent, the carriage kept rolling outside. 

"What did you do to me back then, runt? Why couldn't I kill you there?" He growled at me. His hot breath fanned dangerously close to my pulsating vein. 

"I— I didn't do anything, My Lord. Please— please don't kill me." The pathetic act of being a weakling made me sick. But the act had kept me alive for a decade now. 

And I needed to act like one until my wolf could be fully unleashed without requiring hosts to channel its power. 

"Liar." He purred, burying his face in the crook of my neck. 

He was searching for that scent again. I could feel him sniffing me. But I had clamped my core shut. I slipped the scent once by mistake. I won't risk it again, especially now that he is hunting it. 

I flinched when I felt him licking the sensitive area of my neck. I held the hem of his expensive robe, feeling the heat build inside me. He was doing exactly what the beast in me wanted for the past ten years. 

Lure him, Kaelen. I want to suck the energy out of him. My wolf growled inside me, and I immediately shut him out. 

The moment I let my pretense fall, everyone would know what I was hiding. I can't give in so recklessly. 

"You're hiding yourself, little wolf. I don't know what you're hiding, but my wolf wishes to rip this pathetic lie out of you!" His voice was intimidatingly dark and alluring. 

The carriage stopped moving, and the sound of heavy iron gates rattled. Vance pushed the carriage open, dragging me out by my chains. The guards scrambled off in fear as Vance walked past them with arrogant strides. 

While I was expecting him to throw me into the dungeons, he dragged me upstairs to the Northern Wing. His private chambers. 

Slamming the wooden doors shut and locking them, he unclipped the chains around me and pushed me harshly into the bed. His room was big, spacious. But there wasn't much in his room. Just a bed, a table, and a chair. 

Removing his armor, he threw it along with the sword on the table, making a sickening thudding noise. Without his armor, he looked even more terrifying. Broad shoulders, a well-built chest, and scars that littered his body. 

A body meant only for violence. 

"Strip, little wolf." He ordered me, making me look at him with a baffled gaze. 

"My Lord—" 

"Don't make me repeat twice, runt. Strip. You're my sacrificial mate. You are chosen to bear my heat and bleed off my rage." The sheer audacity in him to disrespect a lowlife in front of him made my wolf mad. 

Even Vance was sadistic; the wolf inside me was animalistic. If violence was his pleasure, it was a primal instinct for the beast inside me. 

And the latter was always dangerous. 

While everything inside me wanted to fight him; unleash my silver flame and burn him down into ashes, a deeper conscience reminded me how my wolf was still dormant and required a host to revive. 

If he wants to fuck us, let him, Kaelen. Let him touch you. So that we can consume him, suck his powers out of him. My wolf growled inside me, and the Eclipse blood burned in my veins at the unadulterated aura the beast inside me was releasing. 

Unable to defy the Alpha energy of my own dormant wolf, I had to give in. 

Reaching for my worn-out and torn shirt, I pulled it off my chest, revealing a scrawny body covered with bruises and scars from the abuse faced at the hands of the werewolves. 

"What can you hide with this body of yours, little wolf?" He mocked me, and I looked at him in silence. 

The beast inside me was circling my mind with excitement. He had been waiting for years to be fed. He had waited for years to overpower my human side and take control. All these years, he had been waiting for a victim to fall prey to him. 

Vance was the perfect prey. 

The moment my bare chest came into his sight, I saw the last thread of his control and patience snapping. Without waiting for me to remove my pants, I saw him lunging forward onto the bed. 

Vance was too blinded in lust and newfound obsession that he didn't see my brown eyes blazing silver the moment he touched me with passion. 

The secret scent had him obsessed with me, unable to kill me. 

Vance had finally fallen into my wolf's trap.