The Prince of Blackclaw

"My Prince," a woman's voice called out softly.

Steph gracefully entered his chambers, draped in a luxurious red silk robe. Steph was truly a stunning she-wolf, with her long, flowing blonde hair, captivating blue eyes, and a figure that could make any heart skip a beat. Malakai had indulged in pleasure with her body on multiple occasions. Of all the she-wolves he bedded, Steph knew she was his favorite. Nobody could satisfy the Prince quite like she could.

Malakai had long given up on his search for his mate, abandoning all hope of finding the one destined to be his. Following his first shift, his father hosted countless balls, extending invitations to all the eligible young women from the neighboring packs.

Yet, despite the grandeur of these gatherings, not a single one produced any favorable results. He began to believe that his mate was either dead or, even worse, a rogue. With this in mind, he discarded any reservations and indulged his primal desires with any willing woman who crossed his path, and there were certainly no shortages of stunning women eager to oblige.

Little did he know that fate had a different plan in store for him. It would be the she-wolf, kept within the confines of her pack's borders, hidden from the outside world, who would ultimately be revealed as his fated mate. This she-alpha, who had been the subject of countless jokes and ridicule from Malakai and his father, would prove to be the missing piece he had been searching for all along.

"What do you want, Steph?" He asked, his tone cold and distant.

A hint of hurt flashed in Steph's eyes, "I have missed you, my Prince. It has been days since I last saw you or heard from you."

Silently, Steph approached him, her delicate hands gently caressing and kneading the tension from Malakai's shoulders. A sigh of relief escaped his lips, and in that moment, Steph interpreted it as a silent invitation.

“You seem tense, my Prince. I can only imagine the weight on your mind these days," Steph whispered softly as she removed her robe, revealing a seductive ensemble of white, lace lingerie that left little to the imagination. With a deliberate movement, she positioned herself on the desk in front of him, parting her legs slowly and enticingly.

As Malakai's gaze traveled over every inch of her body, his own desires stirring within him. The tension in the air was undeniable, and Steph, consumed by the thought of him, sought to alleviate his stress. She lowered herself onto his lap, straddling him, allowing the pressure of his bulge to press against her.

A surge of heat coursed through her, and Steph began to move her hips in slow, circular motions, grinding against him. Malakai couldn't help but emit a low grunt, a wordless approval, as she pressed herself firmly against his throbbing cock, the sensation fueling her desire further.

In a moment of passion, he grabbed a handful of her hair, pulling her head back to expose her neck to him. His mouth found its way to her delicate skin, ravishing it with a combination of bites and feverish licks. Steph's moans grew louder, her fingers entangling themselves in his silky, midnight-black hair, urging him closer, craving the intensity of his bites.

Overwhelmed by pleasure, she surrendered to her own delight, her moans escaping freely as her teeth sank into her bottom lip. Her hips quickened their pace, an urgent need coursing through her. With a swift motion, she reached for his belt, her nimble fingers swiftly unfastening it, followed by the unzipping of his pants, liberating his impressive, pulsating manhood. With a firm, yet tender grip, she began to stroke him, her hand moving with purpose and an unquenchable thirst.

Malakai's groans of pleasure filled the air as he eagerly tore off the top of her lingerie, exposing her ample and luscious breasts to him. With a hunger reminiscent of a newborn pup, he took one of her nipples into his mouth and sucked on it fervently.

"Yes, yes, my Prince," Steph gasped, her voice dripping with surrender. "I am yours, completely and utterly yours."

"Mine," Malakai whispered breathlessly, his mind consumed by the vivid memory of Amani on the balcony that fateful night. The image of her unparalleled beauty, her hair cascading in the wind, bathed in the enchanting moonlight, captivated his thoughts. She appeared before him like a celestial vision, a glimpse of paradise personified.

"Mine," he whispered again, his voice trembling with longing and possessiveness.

Steph's moans grew even louder, convinced that Malakai's words were meant for her. Little did she know that his focus belonged entirely to his mate. In that moment, all he could envision was her unrivaled allure. From the instant his eyes met hers, he was mesmerized. Never before had he encountered a being so flawlessly enchanting in all his existence.

He thought about the two of them back at the Royal Hospital, feeling the electric current that surged through his body with every touch. He vividly remembered the way she gazed at him, a beautiful blend of apprehension and longing, as she leaned closer to him. In that moment, he desperately yearned to press his lips against hers, succumbing to the intensity of his desire.

In his eyes, she was perfect in ways he had never imagined his mate could be. She surpassed his wildest dreams, a true testament to the blessings of the Moon Goddess when she bestowed Amani upon him. She belonged to him and him alone. She would forever remain his cherished prize.

The thought of it all was driving him closer and closer to his climax. A mere hand job had never been enough to satisfy him before. As he gazed up at the she-wolf on top of him, a wave of self-disgust washed over him. In an instant, he forcefully threw her off, causing her to crash to the floor with a resounding thud.

“My Prince?! What have I done to displease you?” She cried.

Malakai swiftly rose to his feet, retrieving her robe from the floor and hurling it at her. “Get out.”

“Uhm, bu... but?” She stammered, her confusion evident.

“Out!” He demanded, not even sparing her a second glance.

Steph hastily threw on her robe, fueled by her indignation. How dare he treat her this way, she seethed in her thoughts. Her eyes shot daggers at the back of his head before she stormed out of his chambers, aching for the satisfaction of slamming the door behind her. Meanwhile, Malakai swiftly rearranged himself back into his pants, only to be interrupted by another knock at the door.

He stormed towards it, flinging it wide open, ready to unleash his frustration. "I told you..."

"Good evening, Kai," Maggie stood before him, catching him off guard.

A look of surprise etched itself upon Malakai's face as he realized it was her. "Sorry, Mags, I thought you were..." His gaze darted up and down the halls. "Never mind, what do you need?"

Maggie entered his chambers without waiting for his invitation, knowing she was the only one who could overstep those boundaries. She was also the only one who could call him Kai, just like his mother did. Her devotion to him started when he was just a small boy, and it only grew stronger after the tragic loss of his mother. It was during those difficult times, when his father was emotionally and physically absent, that she had been his rock.

The King had locked himself away in his chambers for weeks, or maybe even months. Malakai couldn't recall; it was all a blur to him now. That part seemed so far away from him, but the way he felt when he lost his sweet mother was freshly ingrained in his soul. It was the hardest thing he had ever had to endure, an anguish he had not fully recovered from. All those years ago, all those nights he cried himself to sleep, wishing to be in his mother's arms again.

When his father did make an appearance, he would scold Malakai for being weak. After all, he was destined to be the Alpha King one day. His father emphasized the importance of keeping his emotions under wraps, and Malakai took those words to heart. As a result, he became the cold and emotionless Savage he is today.

However, he could never forget how Maggie remained by his side. She became a second mother to him, and he trusted her more than any other she-wolf in the world. For that reason, he will always hold her dear to him.

"Amani won't eat," Maggie revealed. "It's been days, and she's left tray after tray of food untouched. She refuses to bathe or even shift to heal her scars. She either lies in bed all day or sits by the window in a daze. I'm starting to worry about her well-being."

Malakai's fists clenched tightly at his sides, anger coursing through him. Amani hasn't eaten anything for all these days? Is she intentionally trying to starve herself to death? The very thought infuriated him.

"Have a tray of food brought here to my chambers," he said, his dissatisfaction evident in his tone. "I will personally deliver it to her myself."