Chapter 1: The Accusation

~Storme~

My hand slowly crept to my inner thighs as I imagined my mystery man touching me, and whispering sweet nothings into my ear. My other hand found my nipples and started to rub on it, pausing occasionally to pinch it a little harder.

“Mmhm” I moaned, allowing my other hand to gently flick around my pea.

The pleasure that I got from that singular action was out of this world. My body bucked as I applied more pressure, my juices aiding in non-friction movements.

I was supposed to be a virgin before I officially became mated to anyone, but my hyperactive sexual libido was a problem for me. Ever since I turned sixteen, I’d always been on heat most of the time. And mine comes without warning.

Since I was to be a virgin, I found a way around everything. The problem was the hole, right? So, I didn’t bother with it. All those years, I’d played around with myself long enough to realize that all I needed to quench my sexual appetite was not in the hole.

But rubbing around it right now wasn’t just enough. I needed more pressure. I slipped my hand out of my panties and grabbed a comfort pillow close to me. Setting the pillow down and supporting it with my duvet, I mounted it.

Now this was way better.

I started to rock myself back and forth on it, slowly at first, before increasing my tempo. My eyes rolled to the back of my head as the first wave of pleasure started to hit me. I bit back a moan, not wanting the rest of the house to know what was going on with me.

I’d almost gotten there when a knock sounded on my door. A series of curses flew out of my mouth as I jumped off the pillow and wore my clothes back.

There was no other way to define wrong timing than this. Of all the time that this person could have knocked, it had to be when I was almost close.

The knock came again, and this time, my stepbrother’s voice rang out. “I know you’re in there, Storme. Open up”

Of all the worst people to knock, it had to be Adan, my perverted stepbrother. Ever since my father got married to his mother and they started to live with us, Adan had tried in so many ways to get down with me.

But the fact that I am hypersexual doesn’t mean that I’ll go for anything that has a dangling flesh in between their legs.

I opened the door and he immediately pushed himself inside. His expression changed immediately he got in. He sniffed the air, then gave me a sleazy look.

“It smells like sex and arousal in here. Have you been doing grownup things by yourself to yourself, Storme?”

Shit.

Of course, he could smell a she-wolf’s arousal. And I bet that mine was as heavy as it could be.

“That’s none of your business, Adan.” I snapped. “What do you want?”

“Why don’t you let me show you how a real man handles a woman? Let me initiate you into the cult of womanhood. You just turned eighteen and you’re yet to have a taste of sex.”

I didn’t like the expression on his face. That was the expression he always had whenever he thought of forcing himself on me. I moved back, a warning glint on my face. “Back off, Adan.”

He cackled and ran his tongue around his lips in a disgusting manner. The lust in his eyes made my stomach churn. He was like a crazed dog who was bent on mating a newly discovered female counterpart. With the lewd smile still on his face, he took two steps towards me.

I felt around my bedside drawer and my hands fell on a mug. I grabbed it immediately, bringing it up to my face and brandishing it at Adan.

He stopped, his gaze moving from the mug to my face. He must have felt like that was a joke because there was no way a mug could hurt him. But I just needed something to keep him away from me.

“Is that supposed to stop me?” he asked mockingly.

Keeping up with my hard front, my fingers tightened around the mug. “Maybe not. But I bet that a splinter of glass from this can incapacitate you for weeks if I use it on your balls. Do you wanna try?”

He contemplated for some seconds and maybe decided that it wasn’t worth it after all. He took a step back, raising his hands in surrender. “Your father is asking for you”

I frowned. That was new. The last time that my father had called for me was a couple of months back, and it wasn’t for anything pleasant. He had decided that it was the perfect night to beat me up for being the evil child who killed his wife during birth.

My father, alpha Morgan, might be the alpha of Normadic Wolves, but I was more a servant than an alpha’s daughter. He had abhorred me for as long as I could remember, hitting me for the tiniest reason he could find. It only got worse when he got married again to Adan’s mother.

There were times that I’d felt like running away somewhere far, but I wasn’t sure if I’d be able to survive on my own. My wolf was dormant so I didn’t think I was better equipped to take on any external threat if need be.

So, I just endured the abuse.

“Why does he want to see me? Is there a problem?” I asked Adan.

He shrugged. “I have no idea. But he looks really pissed though. Looks like you did something to make him mad.” His eyes slid to my body, “I could try to get you out of trouble though, if only you’d let me have what I want”

“Get out” I gritted out.

He shrugged and walked out of the room after giving me a long look. After calming myself down, I went downstairs. My father sat on a sofa with a newspaper in his hands. He didn’t even look up or try to acknowledge my presence.

“You sent for me, Father,” I said, my head bowed.

Without throwing me a second glance, he said, “Pack your things. You’ll be taken to the Castillo Tribe as King Marcellus’ bride tomorrow.”

I gasped. He wants to give me out to that old geezer who is even older than him? A man who is very close to his grave?

“What do you mean getting married? And to alpha King Marcellus?” I asked alarmed. “I can’t get married to that notorious alpha king!”

“Don’t you forget that I’m not just your father, but also your alpha. You will obey me!” He growled, slamming his hands hard on the table. His eyes looked up at me finally and I wished that they hadn’t. They were red and fiery, making me almost piss in my pants.

“What did I ever do to you? Why have you always been so hostile to me?” I blurted out, tears gathering in my eyes.

“You want to know?” he asked, stalking towards me, the disgust and fury in his expression unmistakable. “You want to know why the sight of you disgusts me?”

I nodded, the tears brimming in my eyes and threatening to make a flood.

“It’s because you’re the devil's offspring. If not for your existence my wife would still be here by my side,” He yelled, his fists clenching and unclenching.

I gasped, my breaths coming in short sobs. The tears that I’d been trying to hold in poured recklessly down my cheeks. I grabbed my father’s legs, trying to plead for his mercy.

The next thing I knew was his free leg connecting with my chest. The force of his kick made me fly across the room. I groaned, curling myself up in a ball while trying to get used to the pain.

“Do not ever touch me with those evil hands of yours,” he said coldly, his voice devoid of any emotion before he walked away.

I don’t know how long I was curled up there, my heart breaking all over again at my father’s words. There was nothing else for me here. What else could I do if my own father hated the sight of me?

“I see that you’re about to be the bride of that tyrant alpha king. You know, I’ve always heard that he has a fetish for virgins”

I could barely see through my tears as I looked up at the owner of the taunting voice in front of me. The crazed look was back in his eyes as he bent to eye level with me.

“Adan…please…I can’t get married to king Marcellus. He’s ruthless. Please help me talk to your mother. She’ll listen to you”

His gaze softened and for a moment, I thought that he had garnered a bit of sympathy for me. But just as quickly as it came, the look was replaced with a hungry gaze.

“Storme,” he drawled, “I’m not concerned about you getting married to some old prick. I’m more concerned about having you first before any other person.” His hands grabbed my shoulders. “I think your father already left the house. There’s no one around. So, don’t try to fight this. I’ll be in and out before you know it. When I’m satisfied with you, then I might think of talking to my mother to rescind her decision.”

I shook my head, dread filling me.

No way.

“I’d rather die than let you put your filthy hands on me, Adan. You’re my brother!”

“Nope,” he shook his head. “Stepbrother. Don’t misuse the two words. And, you don’t really have a say in this. I want you, and I’ll have you”

With that, he lunged for me and caught my feet. I scrambled away, trying to run towards the door. Before I could open it, his hands found my waist and pulled me back to him, grunting as he did so.

“Just surrender, Storme, and this will be over before you know it”

The sound of tears reached my ears and I gasped in horror when I saw that he had torn my dress, leaving me in my underwear. Mustering all the strength that I could gather, I kicked him in his nuts.

His screams rang throughout the house as he stumbled back, cradling his sacks. Taking advantage of the situation, I pushed him down and mounted him, my hands pulling his hair. I’d landed a blow on his face and was about to land another when the door opened and our parents walked in.

“What in hell is going on here!” my stepmother yelled.

Adan quickly pushed me away from him and put on the façade of an innocent person. “She tried to seduce me.” He said, pointing an accusing finger at me, “She tried to rape me!”