THIS MUST BE HOW A CHILD IS MADE

CHAPTER 003

THIS MUST BE HOW A CHILD IS MADE

WILLA

I've been standing at the door to Garrik's room with trembling hands for the past few minutes.

Goddess, my heart is pounding so loud in my ears. I finally gathered enough courage and twisted the knob.

The door opened, and I was pinned in my spot at the sight in front of me.

Vera, one of the pack females, is pinning Garrik to the bed. Her tunic is half-unbuttoned, her hair wild, and she’s straddling his waist, trying to force his jaw open.

But Garrik isn't just taking it. His massive hands are wrapped tightly around her throat, his knuckles white, his face twisted in rage.

Blood is everywhere. The sudden violent movement has completely reopened the fresh cuts across his chest, and thick red lines are dripping down his torso onto the sheets.

My breath hitches. Before I can even think, I rush into the room and grab Vera by her hair, yanking her back with all my weight.

"Get the hell off him!" I shout.

Vera turns on me, baring her sharp fangs, her eyes glowing yellow. "You…what was that for? Move out of the way, Willa, or I'll tear your throat out!"

"Look at him, you stupid bitch! He's bleeding out!" I grit out, stepping between Vera and the bed, pulling a small silver hunting dagger from my belt.

"If he bleeds to death right here because you couldn't handle him, the Alpha King will execute your whole damn family for ruining his plan. If you can't do the job without killing the prisoner, get the fuck out!"

Vera glares at me, her chest heaving as she looks down at the pool of blood spreading across the sheets. The realisation hits her, and she goes pale.

She looks at my blade, spits on the floor near my boots, adjusts her tunic, and storms out, slamming the heavy door behind her.

I let out a shaky breath and turned back to the bed.

Garrik is lying there, breathing heavily through gritted teeth, his chest rising and falling in sharp, jagged beats. His split lips are bleeding again, and his eyes are burning as he stares at me.

"Are you insane?" I scold him, setting the dagger on the bedside table and grabbing a clean rag. "You are still severely injured! Do you want to die fighting her and bleed out on this bed?"

Garrik lets out a harsh, mocking sneer, his voice thick with absolute disgust. "The Northern Pack is sickening. You're all untrained prostitutes, disgusting things."

I move closer, trying to wipe the fresh blood from his chest, but he swats my hand away with brutal force.

"Since torture didn't make me surrender, your glorious King resorts to using such filthy means to keep me chained," he growls, his throat raspy from the struggle.

"Tell me, what is the difference between Northern females and cheap prostitutes?"

His words sting, but I keep my face completely flat. I've heard worse; he's not completely wrong. Look how desperate we are.

He leans back against the pillows, his sharp eyes narrowing as he locks onto the small glass bottle clutched in my left hand.

"And what about you?" Garrik rasps, a cold, mocking smile touching his lips. "Did you come in the middle of the night for the same purpose as that thing? Are you here to fuck me too, Willa?"

I don't say a word as I stand by the edge of the bed.

"I spent a whole month watching you bring me food," he continues, his voice dropping low, laced with a dangerous edge. "In consideration of that, I don't want to kill you. Walk out that door while you still can."

I let out a quiet sigh, rubbing the bridge of my nose.

"Look at yourself, Garrik," I say softly. "You are badly injured, and you are in the very heart of the Northern Pack's territory. Even if you somehow manage to kill me, my brother will hear it and tear you apart in the next instant."

I step closer to the bed, holding his dark gaze.

"And even if I leave right now, it changes nothing," I add flatly. "The King will just send more females in here—females like Vera, who are much fiercer, much rougher, and won't care if they break your bones to get what they want."

Garrik falls silent. The sharp, arrogant edge in his face flickers for a fraction of a second as the reality of my words sinks in.

While he is distracted, staring down at the blood on his knuckles, I grab a heavy chain resting by the bedpost, pull his arms together, and tie his wrists behind his back.

I've helped my brother bind struggling wild deer for years; my hands move with practised ease, securing the knots before Garrik can even react.

"What the fuck are you doing?" he snarls, thrashing against the restraint, but his body is too weak from the aconite to break free.

Before he can shout, I pinch his jaw tight, forcing his mouth open, and uncork the bottle. I pour half of the dark deer blood mixture straight down his throat.

Garrik chokes, coughing violently as he is forced to swallow the thick liquid.

My heart is pounding like a war drum in my chest. To give myself the courage to go through with this, I raise the bottle to my own lips and drink the remaining half in one quick gulp. The bitter, bloody taste burns all the way down my throat.

Garrik's eyes widen in shock as he glares up at me. "What the fuck did you just give me?" he demands, his voice trembling with sudden rage.

"It's not poison, at least I'm not ready to die," I whisper, wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. "I promise I'll be gentle with you."

I pull his bound hands behind his back so he can't push me away. Then, I gather the heavy folds of my fur skirt, pull it up to my waist, and strip off my undergarments. I climb onto the bed and straddle his lap.

Garrik’s breath hitches as his gaze drops to my bare thighs resting against his hips. "You promiscuous, dirty Northern prostitute," he curses through gritted teeth, his neck straining against the pillows as he tries to pull away. "Touch me and I'll fucking kill you!"

But as the potion takes effect, I see the dark flush rising rapidly along his neck and spreading across his cheeks.

His jaw clenches hard, his pupils dilating until the amber in his eyes is almost entirely gone. His thick, heavy cock hardens rapidly between his legs, straining hard against his trousers despite his hatred for me.

I reach down, unbuckling his trousers, and guide his rock-hard cock directly to the entrance of my wet pussy. The potion is already making me feel heat travel between my legs.

My heart leaps into my throat. I line myself up and push down slowly, forcing him inside me—a sharp, unbearable gasp rips from my throat.

Although I have seen and heard others fuck countless times in the pack, doing it myself is far harder than I ever expected. His cock is massive, stretching my tight pussy to its absolute limit.

“Ugh…” I groan as pain shoots straight through my core, sharp and tearing, making my vision go blurry for a second.

I freeze, gripping his shoulders so tight my nails dig into his bruised skin. I have to force myself to breathe slowly, taking shallow breaths to sink all the way into his thick shaft until his hips hit mine.

Brenda must have lied to me in the kitchen. Where the hell is the pleasure in having sex? It feels like being torn open from the inside.

Garrik lets out a breathless, mocking laugh from beneath me, though his own breathing is ragged and heavy as his cock throbs inside my tight walls. "Daring to ride a prince when you don't even know how to fuck? You're pathetic, Willa."

The sound of my name makes a tremor travel up my spine. I ignore his taunts completely, squeezing my eyes shut against the sharp sting, and try to remember how I've seen other wolves move.

I lift my hips slowly, pulling out almost all the way off his thick cock, and then slide back down hard, establishing a steady, grinding rhythm.

At first, every slide burns like fire. But as I keep riding him, I catch a low, muffled groan slipping from Garrik's throat.

His head rolls back against the headboard, his lips parted, his chest gasping for air as his body betrays his sharp tongue. His cock swells even larger inside me, pulsing with every hard thrust.

After a long time, the sharp tearing pain slowly fades, replaced by an aching, deep warmth filling my core.

I move faster, slamming my hips down onto his cock, and a strange, electric sensation sparks low in my belly. My walls tighten around him, squeezing his shaft, and I feel the very first trace of pleasure ripple through my spine. I blink down at him, gasping as I ride his hard length.

This isn't so bad after all.

Garrik's breathing grows faster and rougher, his hips instinctively jerking up to thrust deeper into my wet heat. His bound hands twist against the iron chains behind him, his muscles flexing tight beneath my grip as he pushes up into me.

Suddenly, a wave of intense heat rushes through my lower belly, making my whole body go tight and shiver as my insides spasm uncontrollably around his cock.

At the same second, Garrik stiffens beneath me with a low, guttural growl, his thick shaft pulsating as he shoots his hot seed deep inside me.

The tight, permanent frown carved between his dark brows finally eases.

I stay still on top of him for a moment, catching my breath as his hot cum settles deep inside me, his twitching cock slowly softening.

I let out a breath, unclenching my hands from his chest, and carefully sliding off his cock. I pull my fur skirt back down over my legs, my knees feeling a little weak as my feet hit the floorboards.

I look down at Garrik, who is lying there breathless, staring up at the ceiling with wide, unseeing eyes.

This should be enough. This must be how a child is made.