Chapter 9.1: An Intimate Proposal

Chapter 9

A pin drop could be heard in the silence that followed. Theron hadn't even known he was going to get married until a few moments ago. The thought had come at the spur of the moment. He was desperate to do anything, any goddamn thing to get Cael off his mind. Getting a mate he believed was a permanent solution to that.

He looked around the room and saw that their faces were all frozen in shock. They all knew him well. He had a reputation amongst their supposedly ‘chaste’ daughters and some of their wives. From their faces, he could deduce that they had expected this to be hard.

Theron cleared his throat and spoke again, this time, his voice deeper and louder than the last.

“I'm getting married.”

“I take it your majesty has found his mate?” Elder Maverick spoke, his voice laced with curiosity. If only the moon goddess was so kind that she could provide me with one.

“Actually, I do not have a mate but I do agree that I need a legitimate heir soon given the nature of the wars that plague us sorely,” Theron said in response. After all, he was a product of necessity himself. His father had been so busy fighting wars and protecting the pack that he had never had time to give him siblings, at least legitimate ones. He had no doubt in his mind that his father had many bastards who had no idea they had royal blood in their veins.

“Well,” Elder Maverick drawled with a smile on his face, “there are a good number of worthy candidates to select from,” he had a smile on his face. Theron could spot relief on the faces of many of the men in the room. It had been rumoured that getting his father to marry a woman had been the most difficult thing his advisors had had to do.

“I already have someone in mind,” Theron stated, surprising them further.

The room echoed at once with surprise and mixed emotions.

“Who?”

“When?”

“How?”

“Whose daughter is she?”

“We have to vet…”

Theron rose from his seat. A maid drew near at once to straighten his purple tunic. He walked out of the room, leaving a group of confused old men behind. The only thing on his face was a smile. He had done it. He would get married and prove to Officer Cæl that he was not some freak. He would prove that what had happened between them, however twice, was nothing more than an error in judgement.

He walked the long hallways and then knocked on a gold door. He heard a lazy, ‘who’s there?’ from inside. He cleared his throat and was about to speak when the door was opened by a ginger head maid who reported to her mistress inside that it was the Alpha at the door.

She didn’t live at the pack house normally, but it was war and she was a noble. The regular pack members lived in the forte in case war lines were pushed back, while high ranked nobles and their family were in the pack house.

At the mention of Theron's name, Lunara dismissed her maid and ran into his arms. It was highly unusual for Theron to come see her in her private chambers. It was not something he had ever done in the one year they had been fucking each other on and off. When he wanted her, he called for her and when she wanted him, she came to him.

Theron waited for no encouragement. He bent his head slightly and captured Lunara's lips with a deep primal hunger. He could see Cæl’s face, ruddy and beautiful for a man looking at him instead. He closed his eyes and repeated Lunara's name severally in his head.

He deepened the kiss, his tongue prying into the secrets of his own imaginations. The deeper the kiss, the more Cæl filled his mind. The more Cæl filled his mind, the more aroused he became. He could feel Lunara’s soft belly with his hardness but he thought of them pressing up against Cæl’s hard armour instead.

He pushed forward, entering the room and then kicking the door shut. He lifted Lunara by her bum and took rushed steps towards her halfmade bed. He plopped her on the bed with a soft thud and without wasting a breath was on top of her.

His fingers desperately moved to her bosom, pressing them hard to feel the softness of her breasts but her hard plated corset denied him the pleasure. However, he could not wait. So he gave up on her bosom and pushed up the gathers of her dress. She was quick with her fingers too, undoing the buttons of his breeches. She held the length of his manhood in her delicate fingers but not for long as Theron shifted his weight so he could thrust himself into her.

She groaned, he grunted as the length of his manhood dipped into her waiting wet wilderness. She arched her back forward, fully aroused and eager for an orgasm. He wasted no time as he pounded her until they both quivered deliciously into each other.

They both gasped for breath when they reached their peak. He slid out of her but he could not help but feel like even though that was great sex, there was something missing still. Something he knew he could only have with Cæl. Yet, he pushed the feeling away and looked into Lunara's pleasure crossed eyes.

“We're getting married.”