In The Mating Chambers

Nora's POV

“Becca…” Alpha Fauz called.

Becca? Who the heck is she? Something about her seems offsetting.

Before Alpha Fauz could speak, someone whom I presumed to be the head maid came forward.

“Your Highness,” the old maid bowed. “The mating chamber has been prepared... The union must be consummated tonight. It is an essential ritual that …”

“Enough!” Alpha Fauz roared and the maid jumped, startled.

“Why must everything be rites and rituals?” he snapped.

“Fated mate! Marking! Mating... And… Can't anything take a natural course? Leave my presence!” He barked and the maid fled. 

But Becca stayed. Her lips twitching as she watched with open fascination. From the look in her eyes, I could tell she was having a blast.

“And you?” Alpha Fauz advanced on her.

She rolled her eyes lazily. “Your calming tea has been served, my Alpha. It's rose, your favorite flavor.”

“Get lost.” Alpha Fauz gritted with deadly calm

Becca shivered, then sent me a poisonous smirk before sauntering away.

As she vanished, Alpha Fauz turned to me. His lips curved into a devilish smirk as he stepped closer.

“This is insane, isn’t it?” he murmured.

“I’m losing my mind because of you. But as things stand… we must complete the mating ritual, Tonight.” He emphasized the last part.

A chill slid down my spines and my throat tightened. His eyes glowed dangerously intense as they swept over me.

In one swift motion, he closed the distance between us. 

Without warning, he pulled me into his arms and lifted me off the ground as if I weighed nothing.

“Put me down!” I struggled, kicking and pushing, but he didn’t bulge.

He carried me into some premises, kicked a door open and headed for a dimly lit room.  

He tossed down and I landed on a soft, fluffy bed.

I scrambled back up, pressing myself against the wall.

“Sweet heart, it seems you still don't get it. You are mine,” he said darkly, “Not some obnoxious Alpha’s”

“How dare you!” I gritted.

He scoffed. "You bare my mark ion your neck. You belong to me, Now!’

His hand closed around the fabric of my gown. I tugged at the edges frantically and I heard him chuckle.

With a single, brutal pull, he tore the gown off my body.

Alpha Fauz's POV

Nora's gown pooled in my hands before slipping down her body. What a joke! I couldn't believe a heavy gown as such was barely strapped to her body.

My gaze traced her form and lingered on the exposed white lace bra. Its white strap gripped her tiny waist firmly while the cups barely held her bulging boobs.

I smacked my lips in fascination, and gazed at her nipples. They were dark and stood out against her porcelain skin. They looked hard and they seemed taunt already.

My eyes twinkled. Heat surged through me and I clenched my jaw. My wolf surged and I felt my dick pulsating.

I let down my arms and clasped them hands around her shoulders, forcing her in place. Then I noticed, she had stopped struggling.

“Tired already? I thought you packed more fights than this, my sweet little archer!” I taunted her.

She remained quiet and looked past me with unholy calm, one that unnerved me.

“Quit the act,” I mumbled and drew closer to her. Then her essence washed over me again. That scent of rose and lilac. They filled my senses washing over me like a drug. I felt my body relax instantly, just like Becca’s tea always did.

I shut my eyes, savoring the scent. When my eyes flipped open, I let my gaze drift upward until I beheld my mark on her neck.

She is mine now, I smirked. But then I saw the rough edges of my mark on her neck. Guilt flooded me as I remembered how rough I had marked her. I was too harsh.

At a closer look, I realised that she was trying hard to hold herself together, she was trembling.

I wanted to push her on the bed, and claim all of her all night, but her innocence twisted something inside me.

It wasn't supposed to go down like this. Our first night should be sacred, not forced, not broken, not poisoned by anger and jealousy.

Pitman's intrusion caused it all! 

What a twisted tribe he is! Who goes to watch his bride being taken away?

I heaved a sigh and stepped back. I picked up the torn gown and threw it at her.

“Cover yourself,” I said coldly. “And do not appear before me again unless summoned.”

Her eye brows flipped up in relief. She stared at me in disbelief, clutching the gown against her chest.

I gave her another look and turned to leave, but stopped.

“To everyone, the mating ritual happened tonight,” I said, turning slowly towards her. “If you want to remain alive and by my side, no one must know what truly happened here.”

Her eyes glittered and she looked away from me, stunned.

“As for the proof of your virginity… the elders would want it… we need to make up a proof… a blood stained bedsheet…”

Then it struck me hard on the face. She had been with Pitman… shel couldn't still have her virginity.

Anger and jealousy coursed through me for what I couldn't have. She is mine and I deserved every bit of her.

“Your virginity…” I scoffed, “Who knows if you still have it…” she looked away and didn't utter a word.

“With whatever means… get blood on the bed sheet to save your head.” I said and stormed out of the room.

As I stepped into the darkness, I saw a human figure retreating. Whoever it was must have been lurking around the mating chambers. They must have heard all that went down between Nora and me.

I dipped my hand into my inner sheath and retrieved a dart.

The intruder took to their heels, but I fired.

“Aah!”

A feminine cry pierced the silent night as the intruder collapsed forward, hitting the cold stone floor with a faint thud.