He was right.. My body did betray me shamelessly and despite of the fact that he was one who held me captive and was also a total douche, my body reacted in a very unexpected and inexplicable way did want him.. I was 25 years old, and have never experienced a man’s touch.. Mother and I were captured shortly before my 15th birthday and brought to this pack by Roman’s father, Alpha King Jonathan. I had never dated, as the prophecies were told of my powers and loss of same powers, if I shall get romantically involved with a man. I understood what it meant, I helped deliver some of the pack’s children and soothed many broken hearts of young girls over the years; either with listening, advice or herbal teas at time. I always thought that mine was the life of celibacy, and that this was demanded by the Goddess for bestowing gifts to me.
Your mother knew love. She knew a man, a soft voice in my head said.. This was true and as Alpha King stated, she did not ever lose her powers, in fact they grew much stronger after my birth. But my mother’s union was with her mate. I was a product of love, not some deranged arrangement to secure the heir to a total stranger who has held me captive all these years.. My reaction had to be simply biology, after all, I was in human form, the only form I chose for me, since I denounced my werewolf one. And, I reacted to an attractive man’s touch, I rationalized in my head..
What I did know, however, is that I had no desire to be the breeder or a mother of Roman’s heir. Which meant, I had to find her. I had to find his mate and I would be free.
Roman’s POV
My cock was still hard, throbbing and needing attention after Dragana ran out.. I wanted to fuck her, right there and then, but Caleb, my wolf held me back.. “She is not our mate, we will not have pups with her” he snarled in my head… you can fuck one of your whores, without me, he spat, and receded from my mind”.. Speaking of whores, he was right.. Omega’s daughter, Salma, was always more than willing. A plump looking girl of low social standing status, only first generation in our pack… Her family came from the southern alliance and she was round in the right spaces, every eager cock sucker when I needed one..
Art, I mind linked my Beta.. “Send in Salma as quickly as you can” … He chuckled ..” Sure Alpha.. I am sure you will not have blue balls for long”.. he said laughing… Art was my childhood friend, confidant and my Beta, so this was expected.. “Send her I snapped”.. “Right away Alpha, he said”, still laughing .. Few minutes later, a brown skinned, dark haired diminutive she-wolf knocked on my door to come in.. “Come in Salma” I said.. Standing at roughly 5.3, she was tiny in height, for which she more than made up with her large plump breast and very round ass.. I had her more times then I can imagine, fucked her every way I wanted, but never felt a second of pleasure as I did by simply kissing Dragana… However, this will have to do, I said to myself... Her big brown eyes looked at me expectedly..
Knell.. She knew what was expected of her.. Grabbing my large dick out of my pants, she stroked it several times before starting to suck it, and lick it, moaning, making me even harder and bigger.. Her warm tongue was soft, going up and down slowly at first, her mouth warm and wet.. Cupping my balls with her hands, while increasing her speed, I remembered why I even kept her around.. I was pushing deeper, and deeper and faster, without regard for her at all.. I needed to climax and fast.. Thrusting my cock deep in her mouth I notice her eyes bulge and her gag several times but I did not care.. Faster and deeper.. She tried to pull back, but I simply pressed her head closer.. FASTER, I demanded, slamming her head against my cock, over and over, harder and harder, chasing my climax… Finally I exploded all over, and she tried to pull back.. SWALLOW.. ALL OF IT!!!!! I demanded, feeling the residual pleasure of her trying to.. She finally pulled back coughing and spitting cum out, her face covered in it too..
“My Lord, Alpha, she said, barely able to speak.. “Get the fuck out, I simply said turning my back to her.. None of that measured up to a second of kissing Dragana… I wanted her so much..
Stumbling back out of King’s chambers, I felt disheveled. I never expected him to cross that line, despite knowing how ruthless and selfish he can be. There was no reason for him to look for me, there were plenty of she-wolves at his disposal should he have wanted an heir or simply sex. I was off limits, at least I thought that until today.Beta Art stood by the door as I walked out. His caring eyes flickered gold looking at me and I could see that he was concerned, yet I sensed conflict in him. After all his loyalty would always be to Roman. “Do you need my help going back” he asked..I genuinely did not want company.. I needed a bath, I needed to scrub the feeling of being violated from my mind and body in every way.. “I will be ok” I said softly nodding at him.. I almost ran through the corridors to my room, walking in locking the door, knowing fully well it did not mean a thing if I did. Anyone here, she-volves included could break that door. They could not break the barrier thoug
Over the years I have learned to trust that voice. It was my refuge in cold and lonely nights, when stars were dim and nothing made sense - my only real friend. Often I wondered how my mother – a witch Princess found herself in this situation – how she agreed to this when in reality she likely did not have to. She had a coven, she was a daughter of a powerful witch Lord. A lot of my history did not make sense, a lot of my family relationship were a mystery to me. I asked the voice, but she was always providing limited information. Somehow I knew she was holding things back from me, as it was not time. I knew she knew more and was not telling. All witches have this voice - it is akin to were wolf other self for witches, although we did not have a separate identity for ours – we did not transform, simply listened to that inner voice as our guide. For ware’s that voice was that of their wolf, for Lycan’s that of their Lycan. The voices are part of our being, acting somewhat as an advisor
Roman’s POVComposing myself after Salma left took me a minute. I had a long day ahead of me – there has been much to do. Rouge attacks on some of the packs were intensifying, but there was something strange about them. We could not pin point what exactly was going on, but I had my suspicions that other supernatural’s were involved. Rogue attacks normally were not organized – these activities were very well organized and injured or killed some of the seasoned warriors. I had to up our assistance from my own military forces and in some cases even seek assistance from the Lycan King. I did not like doing that, but packs, women and children were at stake and I was not going to lose them simply because of my pride. I could be an idiot, but lives of innocents were more important than my ego. I mind-linked one of my Generals to get the status update.. We were about to overtake the Blue Moon pack, and I needed a status update.. Their Alpha has become increasingly ruthless, even for our kind
Everybody in the Kingdom knew of Lycan King’s favorite child – Lady Jasmine. The stories of her origins were clouded and there were many rumors. We all knew she was adopted though – not his real blood, however, we also knew that she was his heir. A future Lycan Queen. King had gone through great lengths to ensure this – normally our customs dictate that the heir must be a blood born child – that of a fated or a chosen mate. Nobody existed to King Malakai, not even his born sons or his born daughters – he had a few. They were obviously none too happy about it, but they were also not on par with Lady Jasmine. Fierce as she was beautiful, her name was a terror in anybody who dared crossed the King or even think of it. She was loyal to a fault. You wanted Jasmine as your friend – everybody knew that. And you most definitely did not want her as a foe. She could be extremely cruel too – or so I heard. The legend has it that somebody tried to poison the King – hundreds of years ago – in fact
Dragana POVAfter my events in the bathtub, I realized I had to come up with the plan to find Alpha King his mate, as quickly as possible.. The situation I was in was no longer sustainable. I could not go living like this – and I most definitely could not allow him to capture me as his breeder. Despite my obvious reaction and attraction to Roman, I rationalized that it was fantasy and my biological body response .As a virgin, untouched by a man, it was not unnatural that after 25 years of celibacy a man’s touch could get me excited or that I would seek to masturbate and envision things I rationalized. Reality was and is that I did not want to be used and treated as trash or a breeder by anyone. The reality was that Roman needed an heir which only left me with the one option – find his mate find him his fated Queen Luna and be done with it. You have a little girl’s crush I said to myself, and you are a lonely, horny little girl, I said to myself. “Are you sure of that?” the voice said
Roman’s POVSmug look on her face, her eyes glued on me like needless told me I needed to be very, very careful in how I answer.. “I know everything about Dragana.. she has been here for over 10 years, she has grown up in the pack” I said tactfully. I was not going to reveal any of my desires or feelings to Jasmine – Lycan Princess or not… Plus I was going to keep as much of my cards close to my chest – it sounded as if she knew something and perhaps playing it cool with her, I could discover something in the process. Jasmine was much older then me, and as a Lycan Princess she had vast knowledge and various resources at her disposal. Coupled with the fact that she was centuries old, even though that was not visible, maybe this conversation can prove to be useful – maybe she can tell me something of value, I reasoned with myself. “Perhaps, Jasmine knows how to amplify Dragana’s powers, or help in some way to her seeing through the veil, perhaps we can get our mate that way” Caleb said
Coughing up I cursed the day I got to know King Malakai and Lady Jasmine. I was totally humiliated, and had to retain whatever semblance of my pride. “Silver Lycan is a fable, Lady Jasmine. I did not think that a creature as old as you would believe in children stories”, I said snickering and sipping the bourbon she poured from my drink cabinet.She was sitting back in her chair, her long legs crossed looking at me as if I were the stupidest person in the universe… “Tsss tssssk.. Alpha King, you have much to learn – you really can be an idiot”, she said exasperated.“This is the story set in a time way before your existence..” she started, looking at me in an expression I could not define…”Long time ago, in the Balkan mountains. You of course know the story of creation, and that of each of our species, of course. You know of your elder Lakota, she mused and ours, Queen Rowena”, she continued.. I simply nodded, my neck still hurting, looking at her.However, there is another story whi
Banging on my door was simply intensifying. Fresh from my dream of the white wolf and her family, I was little groggy. Somehow in my dream I managed to get dirty- this happened from time to time – I had some dirt on my feet… “Dragana, hurry up” Beta Art boomed continuously banging on the door.“Hold on, do not break my door – easy there Art”, I said, getting up and trying to put myself together… “Alpha King is demanding to see you again”.. On these words I literally froze.. I was not ready to see him just now, especially twice in one day.. “in his chambers again???” I asked, my voice slightly trembling.. “No, and please hurry. Also Dragana, we have a visitor, so please wear something more formal”.. Art retorted ..Oh just great, I thought to myself.. All I needed is a visitor where I had to pretend, be on some uppity meeting, especially after today. Today was confusing me in so many ways and I still have to come to terms with what all that was about with the Alpha King. For now, at le