PHOBOS KING OF BEASTS CH 36: You (Patreon)

WARNING: - This chapter contains heavy sexual content not suitable for young readers.

When I was a juvenile I had solely just one dream that never failed to devour me whole. To be Phobos's female, to be claimed by him as his. That is all I had looked forward too, all I had yearned for with the entirety of my heart and soul. 

I had never been the greedy type of female I never wanted any more than I truly needed. But after that dream of mine had been fulfilled a new one budded within me a seed of hope that was buried deep in my womb, to birth my own little beast. To be a mother to not just one but as many as I could birth so I could fill our tiny cabin with laughter and warmth. But along the way, it grew to be Phobos's dream too, no matter what he told his pack about not wanting to rush it he was always honest with me. He wanted a big happy family for he grew up without that blessing.

We were excited as for the very first time our wishes for the future aligned together we both wanted it not just one of us. Yes, I was at times weaker than most females with a fragile body but training here with Phobos had made me physically strong and toned. The baby fat had dissolved over the months and was replaced by lean muscles and I thought that change would aid me to bear a pup...I was sure of it! But the moon despised me she loathed me with a passion for she had decided to condemn me my whole life. 

First, my male had recklessly abandoned me and our bond and I had to live in excruciating torment for many years to come until he came for me and now my womb has forsaken me for I can no longer carry a pup. What had I done? What unpardonable sins had I committed to receive such a heartless punishment from the moon? I could not find my answers no matter how much I searched for them. I was left in the dark by the one I worshipped just as she always did with me, I was her least favoured female at the bottom of the hierarchy.

The last six months have been extremely challenging, the second we returned home I had retreated to my room seeking comfort, not from my male but the four walls of my den. I couldn't look at Phobos I was filled with guilt and shame and...unworthiness. I had never once felt unworthy in my life not even when he left me when I was eighteen but under his recent gaze, I shuddered and could barely meet his searching orbs. How could I ever be his moon blessed, this pack's Luna if I cannot give them a future heir? 

My male strived to converse with me during the first two months but my door was always bolted shut I had completely blocked him out, I was afraid absolutely terrified of having that conversation with him. The way he looked when I had told him the truth of my barrenness at the lantern festival tore me apart shredded my organs and left me bleeding to death. In a way it felt like I betrayed him and that drowned me in freezing waters until my lungs could not hold out any more. I was suffocating.

But Phobos would not let me fade away in peace as I wished for one morning having had enough of my absence and my locked room he burst into my den and tore apart the door in a rage, his chest heaved as he set those flaming blues of his on my tear-stained cheeks. He told me that he would offer me a choice that I could either drift away into nothing sitting in my doorless room or I could come out and allow him to hold me and share his light with me. That we could try to do something about my womb and hope for a better future. 

It took me a while to make that choice and he was patient to give me my time. The second I hesitantly departed the bitter cold room I was met by his warm smile and wide open arms that welcomed me and I had run into them, I had mourned into them. When we had collapsed to the floor my male held me tightly to his chest rocking us as I wailed shrilly my heart unable to bear the agony of my truth and he soothed me. He spoke to my soul and it awoke from the dead to the reassuring words of its mate.

Phobos had calmed his grief on his own without the support of another, that was how strong he was and he did so genuinely for one reason, so he would be able to give himself to me whole and I absorbed his light sucked every bit of it from him and he willingly gave all of it to me. Thinking back it was questionable for how could we as mates mourn the loss of something we never had?

Yet as time progressed with an uncomfortable slowness and winter was born I was grateful that he did not need to leave our grounds for the winter hunt this year for I would not have survived if he left me here for another seven months. Furthermore, our relationship had evolved both in a good way and bad.

When it came to the good part Phobos grew more protective of me, more caring and handled me with utter gentleness which often pacified my storm. He never left me alone in our cabin took me out on plenty of mid-day adventures and cute little dates as well. He kept my mind constantly occupied and intentionally wore out my body so I would sleep peacefully the second my head settled upon the pillow. Moreover, I grew more dependent on him. I needed him glued to my side and could not bear even a little coldness. 

When it came to the bad it was purely just one issue...my male had ceased touching me. We hadn't had sex in six months he would never initiate it either no matter how often aroused he found himself to be. 

Some early mornings when I drowsily sought after his heat beside me on our bed and found it to be empty I would sit up frantically searching for him only to be greeted with his hoarse grunts and groans of pleasure echoing from the bathroom as he jerked himself off. It bothered me because I wanted to be fucked, I wanted to be eaten for I myself had steadily found myself to be aroused in reaction to Vůdce's private treatment for infertility. A drink that I had to take once every week. It was that unfathomable need that surged within me to absorb his seed as soon as I drank her medicine but how would a mere potion increase my chances of pregnancy if my male wouldn't fuck me?

He kept himself on a leash and maintained some distance between us at times if he found he was losing control. I wanted him to lose control to ravage me like a beast but he would never attempt to do so which provoked me further. I did not know what to do I could not ask him either for there was some tension between us when it came to the topic of my infertility we never spoke about it swept it under the rug as though it was a thunderstorm that would pass soon. But I ache to know his thoughts, to know what he thinks about our future. 

"Theia," Phobos calls out my name softly from the kitchen as I nervously chew on my lower lip studying my body in the mirror whilst tugging at my baggy knitted sweater that I requested Moira to make for me a few weeks ago. It is an unusual sweater indeed, it has my shoulders and the upper swell of my full breasts bared to sight and stops on my mid thighs my legs unveiled. This is rather a sort of plan to seduce him, to make him lose control and take me. I do not know if it will work for he is truly the master of restraint but there is no harm in trying.

Timidly I saunter out the chamber towards the sofa keeping my steps quiet a sense of bashfulness overwhelming me. "Yes?" I ask waiting for the one who has his back turned to me to meet with my eyes.

"Why did you not consume Vůdce's drink today?" There is a mild sternness carried in the tone of his voice as though he is reprimanding me, I visibly shiver swallowing thirstily as I observe the way his back muscles flex to his movement of mixing the powder she delivered into clear water. Even the smallest of his actions his dominating tone has my cunt moisten leaking out my bodily fluid.

"She provided me with a new one last week. It makes my abdomen hurt too much and the taste of it makes me nauseous so I was a bit worried to take it today." Even though the drink has been altered it still makes me so very wet and fills me up with raw hunger to swallow up his cock.

"You need to take this just for one or two more months, Theia. And once you are finished perhaps things shall change." Not only am I fed with the medicine four times a month but my diet has changed there are a lot of things I am forced to eat and my favourite meals have been cut off from my plate. Phobos is very strict with me and obediently follows the healer's every advice.

When my male whirls around with the wooden cup in his hand and his cool blues land on my heated flesh there is an audible hitch of his breath that pleases me, I affect him he cannot deny the sizzling flare of our bond that wraps its arms around us. Six months of not touching me lewdly of not being inside my damp walls must torture him as it does with me. This sweater is just a small push in the right direction.

His violently tremoring left palm holds onto the kitchen counter for dear life his knuckles turning white his breath harshening as he takes in deep breaths in an effort to tranquillize himself. A war he is fighting within himself a war I want him to lose. 

My chest begins to heave with endless desire as I keenly watch the way his ocean blues darken and his nose flares with a compulsive need to fuck me as his orbs glide down from my stripped shoulders my voluptuous breasts that sneakily peek out from the collar of the sweater and halts to caress my quivering thighs. It feels as though he is stripping me bare with those fiery eyes of his that immobilize me. 

"Moira made this sweater for me for the winter. Do you not like it?" I ask innocently striving to hide the want in my voice. He does like it, he likes it very much. He disregards my question and walks around me towards the couch to perch down upon it.

"Come here." 

Gulping down my excitement I stroll towards him swaying my hips deliberately and he struggles to breathe as he watches its sensuous movements. Sitting beside him I grasp onto the cup my fingers brush against his and he startles flinging himself back away from me towards the other edge of the sofa gripping onto the handrest his jaw tensed.

I frown at him not liking his sudden reluctance to my body, it hurts me when he does this. Why must he act like this as though I am too fragile to touch? Or is it that he does not want me anymore? Now that he knows that there is no chance of me bearing an heir any time soon does he not desire to have sex with me at all? Is an heir the only reason he held me?

"Drink it all to the last drop." He says turning his gaze away from me to stare at the front door. He won't even look at me. "Once you are done wear something warmer, the sweater you are wearing does not seem to do the job."

"I do feel warm, Phobos," I whisper taking a big gulp of the drink scrunching my nose up disgusted by its taste whilst he leans back upon the couch spreading his legs settling his arms wide upon the headrest getting comfortable. There is tiredness in his eyes that he tries to conceal from me, the past six months have not been easy for us. He has been continually switching between duties of an Alpha and duties of a mate, it makes it harder for him due to my dependency. I often seem to cling to him for he is all I have but I am concerned that he finds me to be too much work.

Setting the empty cup on the floor I turn my eager avid gaze towards him, there is a wall he has put up between us. A wall I can climb easily except when it comes to mating and it remains there now due to the way I am dressed. I crawl towards his heat and shyly lay my head upon his chest preparing myself for the pain that will arrive to shackle me in a few seconds. He stiffens to my actions but he does not push me away rather he draws his right arm down and encloses it around my waist tugging me more closer to him.

"Is the pain unbearable?"

"No, but it hurts a lot though only for a few minutes I do not like it." He sighs as though he feels sorry for me that I have to go through this. His hold on me toughens as he leans down to set his lips on the top of my head as I smile bathing under the radiance from the embrace of a lover.

"Are you scared to attend the infertility healing ritual later on?" He asks. Vůdce has invited me to this service where they send a direct prayer to the moon to bless my womb. It will be kept secret from the pack and it only needs to be done once but I heard from Phobos it will not be easy for me to go through. I do not know much of the details but I hope it brings positive outcomes and the moon shall hear our appeal.

"A little but you will be there with me by my side, yes?"

"Yes, I will not let you out of my sight I promise." He mumbles into my ear his lips caressing my cheek as I whimper to the unpleasant stabbing sensation and snuggle into him demanding his touch to soothe it. He sets his palm against my belly over the sweater and presses down.

"It hurts Phobos," I whine clenching my eyes shut tears of discomfort brimming in my eyes.

"Hush, I am here my moonlight." He says thrusting his nose into the crook of my neck inhaling my scent whilst his moist lips brush against my pulsating mark. I clutch onto his shirt tugging at the material grunting in distress, just a few minutes but the hurting is truly intense.

He tenderly rubs my stomach as I calm welcoming the beats of his heart that hammer beneath his chest. His upsetness I feel it, he does not like to witness me in pain he cannot bear it for that is how much he treasures me and I hope that me being barren has done nothing to make him falter from the way he feels for me. 

After a few minutes pass and I am released of the pain I peek at him from beneath my lashes. He has his eyes anchored to me he has been watching over me carefully taking part in my discomfort. "Better?"

"Yes."

"My strong queen." He says faintly hooking his forefinger beneath my chin raising my face to set his lips on mine. I gasp at the breathtaking sparks that burst within me as our lips encounter the other. My cunt instantly dampens my fluid trickling out to coat my inner thighs and his nose flares as he detects my want. His grasp on my hips hardens as he scrutinises the way my sweater rises to expose more of my pale thighs to his ravenous eyes. 

Seizing onto courage I shamelessly deepen our kiss opening my mouth to tangle my fleshy slippery tongue with his and he groans angling his face to the side so I can travel deeper into his greedy mouth. This is easier than I thought it would be, for my male has fallen directly into the trap I lured him into. My attire has done the deed.

Holding onto his shoulders I toss my legs on either side of his herculean body and mount him like a bitch in heat straddling his brawny flesh and he grunts hoarsely to my sudden weight yet he still does not force me off him or show dislike of the situation, he is bound by passion the intense want that he had kept on a leash for the past months. My male is succumbing to my bait and losing control all because of a mere sweater and I wish to seize the opportunity. I should have done this much sooner but I honestly did not think it would work.

Phobos's thick fired up long cock jabs against my belly, pleading for my attention. "Theia." He moans throatily sinking his teeth into my lower lip and I whimper as his voracious palms grip onto the plump globes of my ass kneading them roughly only to return and give each a harsh spank that has my cunt moisten further. He is not thoroughly touching me only doing so from over the wool of the sweater as though it is the barrier he is seeking protection from.

"I am not wearing anything beneath," I whisper heatedly into his ear sucking on his earlobe teasing him and he snarls uproariously at my words whilst his cock twitches to the way I wantonly say it. Binding my hands around his wrists I escort him towards my naked awaiting flesh lurking beneath my clothing and lay his left palm on my breasts and his right over my drenched pussy. "Touch me, Phobos. Please." I beg with a desperation I do not wish to be made love to this moment I want to be fucked raw and filled with his warm creamy seed. 

Finally feeling his hands skin to skin I cannot help myself anymore, I truly cannot go on like this without his sinful touches that rouses my soul. I begin to grind my cunt over his slick fingers urging him to thrust them into my weeping hole for they remain still over my dripping pussy lips not working to pleasure me.

"Drahá." He gnarls huskily lurching forward to immerse his canines into my throat his palms clinging onto my slender waist dominating the pace of my rapid severe grinding as he elevates his hips to hump his clothed cock over my pussy not complaining about how I am smearing my cream all over him

Yanking down his pants as much as I can I wrap my palm around his massive inflated cock that ejects his sheer precum and I stroke his veined mighty girth swiftly pumping him from the root of his mass all the way up to his glans. My male's resounding grunts of bliss are muffled by my neck whilst I mewl brazenly my hips bucking sensually as the pad of his dirty thumb massages my swollen aching clit. Yes just like this...more I need more.

"Your sweater. Lift it." He commands in a commanding sonorous voice and I immediately pay heed to his demand hoisting my sweater all the way up to my neck revealing to him the totality of my stripped crimsoning flesh. "Stay still." 

My cheeks flush wildly as my moon blessed bends forward to curl his filthy mouth around my erect teat as I remain still not attempting to make a move so he can have his fill. My back arches my cunt allowing gurgling noises to slip out due to the increase of my liquid and I stir my breast further into his devouring mouth as the peak of his tongue laps up the tiny nipple his teeth chewing into the nub savouring the tiny piece of sensitive meat. 

His sucking is cruel and harsh bringing forth a delectable mix of pain and pleasure and he bites into me only to let go with a noisy pop that inflames my arousal. I squeal as his right palm kneads my fleshy breast tweaking the nipple whilst letting go with a firm slap to it his dilated eyes appreciating the way it bounces to his brutal smack. Be rougher with me Phobos, just like this.

Shoving my fingers into his lush dark blonde locks I crush my mouth against his, a fervent passionate kiss I give him hoping he shall sense the enormity of my need. When he opens his mouth and plunges his tongue into me with an indirect command to suck I do so without shame encircling my lips around his organ milking it as though it produces sweet nectar.

Phobos once more begins to viciously hump me his cock pounding against my cunt and he startles me with another rigid savage strike to my ass cheek, the sound of it reverberating through the four walls of our cabin. Yet the burn of his slap that follows has me cry out in delight I am such a naughty female. 

"You like it when I spank you, Theia?" He asks with a grunt as the folds of my pussy stroke the sides of his erect penis coating his humungous girth with my dense slimy liquid. 

"Phobos." I whimper out for the throbbing of my cunt is intolerable, I need him inside me. I want to be fucked barbarously.

"I asked you a question, my freesia." He bares his teeth to me in disapproval of me ignoring him as I quicken the velocity of our humping my hardened nipples grazing against the sharp material of his shirt whilst he continues to rub my clit that feels like it is about to burst. 

"Yes, I like it," I mewl placing my forehead against his gazing down at his straining cock as I pump it preparing it for penetration. When I settle the tip of his penis against my vaginal opening my male freezes under me and fleetly grips my wrist halting any further advances. 

"Theia. No." There is a warning that is held in the tone of his voice that I choose to neglect. When I attempt to greedily ease a little of him into me he groans as if he is in agony as though I were torturing him but once more stops me as tears of frustration brim in my eyes. Why?! Why does he not want it? Why does he not want me as I want him?

"No. Sto-" Before he could reject me once more with his words I smash my lips against his seeking to distract him that way so I can hastily thrust him into me. If he is inside he will surrender to the needs of his beast and will not be able to defeat his craving or his monstrous appetite. But with the aid of his unfathomable self-restraint, he tears his mouth away from mine his jaw clenched with fury as he stares down at me with fierce eyes that send shivers down my spine. He is angry.

"Řekl jsem ne." He raises his voice at me grasping my jaw in a crushing grip as I gasp flinching at the way he barked at me. 

(I said no)

Does this male not find me desirable anymore? Has me being barren somehow made him not wish to have sex with me? My vision turns bleary to the anguish of my heart and I rip my face away from his cruel grasp unmounting him my lower lip wobbling as I pull down my sweater covering my nudeness from him. As I take unsteady steps back towards my room seeking comfort from the four walls once more my bicep is grasped from behind and I am swung around forced to confront the unkind male.

His chest is so very imminent to my face but I do not look up at him keeping my eyes on my feet, a pose of submission for I had just been scolded. "Theia." He calls my name with that softness only meant for me to hear and I let out a choked sob tears spew down my cheeks and I begin to cry. Phobos groans faintly dragging me to his chest whilst laying his palm over the back of my head driving me further into his heat my upset cries stifled by his body. "I am sorry. I am sorry for raising my voice at you, I did not mean it. Forgive me."

My fists strike his belly as I weep like a pup, I do not know why I am crying this much. He did not even do anything that bad I feel I am being overly emotional. Is it perhaps of the medicine? Phobos squats down by my feet peering up at me with an affectionate gaze. When he boosts his right palm to stroke my cheek I move away from his touch which bothers him.

"Come now my female, let me touch you. You know I did not mean it." He utters whilst he delicately wipes away my tears from beneath my eyes. 

"You do not want me anymore?" I croak out hiccups departing my chest as he holds onto my hands his thumb tenderly gliding against my knuckles as he raises them to his lips to kiss each one. An apology he gives me.

"Of course I do, Theia. I will always want you."

"Then why won't you touch me? Why won't you have sex with me it has been six months Phobos."

"You are not in your right mind, Drahá and I am the same. You are still healing we both are and you will surely get disappointed when you find that you are not getting pregnant for I know you are hoping the medicine is working. I see it in your eyes. Having sex with you would only grow our seed of hope I just wanted to wait for a bit longer. I am afraid I will somehow end hurting you and I am more afraid that your infertility was caused by me because of the way my beast and I took your virtue on the first day of the mating ceremony."

"You are definitely not the cause of my barrenness, Phobos. And I want to have sex with you because I need you to help me forget my worries even if it is just for some time. Moreover, the medicine makes me..."

"Makes you what?" He frowns.

"H-Horny." I stutter unable to boldly speak to him about it his boring orbs still make me un demure. 

"Why did you not tell me this before? Why did you hide it from me?"

"Because-" Before I could finish my sentence there is a sharp rap that comes from outside which interrupts us. Phobos rises to his feet and casually peers at the door, I think it is time for the prayer. A sense of unease fills me up my heart hammering beneath my ribcage for the time has finally come.

"We will continue this discussion later. Go change unless you wish to make my cock hard during the ritual." He says taking a curt step towards me bending low to hook his hand beneath my sweater and stroke my soaked pussy lips with his fingers. "I will fuck you tonight and I will not be gentle, do not expect to walk tomorrow." My male hints fervently in my ear and with a flick to my clit with his thumb earning an excited gasp from me he saunters towards the main door whilst I flee into the chamber to change into a more appropriate winter apparel.

Once I got dressed I prepared my mind for what was to come after and with a spirit of determination I walked hand in hand with Phobos towards an isolated area with Vůdce walking ahead of us. She appeared different her face was painted with red, black and white stripes and she wore feathers and animal bones as her clothing with her saggy breasts on display and it unsettled me. Our wolves would be busy today with acquiring and organising the winter supplies from the pack we partnered with for the hunt and it gave us the privacy we needed.

My male tightened his grip on me and squeezed my hand gently as though he was worried for me I could feel the tension that wore down his flesh, he was not comfortable with me taking part in such a ritual but he knew it was required. We were desperate, and this was the only way we could beg the moon for her blessing. 

Besides we trust Vůdce, she is the only wolf who is aware of my infertility and the day we informed her I could see how upset she was and not because they would be no heir but because she had always known of Phobos's dreams to have a family. She is a good female though and she does not often behave as such she cares for my male as a mother would. 

I swallow nervously as I peer at the altar that lies right in the middle of vacant land which is encompassed by a circle of dense trees that acts as a perfect cover to what shall occur here. While the healer prepares everything my male cradles my face in his palms and peeks into my apprehensive eyes. "All you need to do is look at me, Theia. Do not take your eyes off me. Do you understand?"

"Yes."

"I did not tell you what shall transpire here on purpose for I did not wish to frighten you but know this no matter what, I would have never brought you here if I thought you were not strong enough to withstand it."

"I trust you," I whisper nuzzling into his palm wishing to ease his anxiousness.

"Královna, please come lay here." Vůdce summons me pointing towards the top of the altar and I shiver fearfully due to the uncertainty. 

Phobos directs my face to meet his once more, his eyes gentle but poised and stable. He wishes to be my pillar of strength. "Repeat after me, there is nothing in this world that I cannot conquer." 

"There...is nothing in this world that I cannot conquer," I say the words after him feeling courage pouring into me. My male nudges me towards the healer and I take wobbly steps cautiously peering behind at Phobos along the way and each time he would grant me a curt nod of encouragement which bumped me a little further ahead. 

Once I am sprawled down upon the uncomfortable platform facing the sky I fix my quivering palms against my belly, beaming as the winter snow flutters down from clear skies to kiss the ground. "Theia." My male's stern beckoning has me shift my attention back to him and engage with his eyes as he directed me to. 

"Můžete začít, vedoucí." He tells her as he takes a step back folding his arms across his chest taking a long inward breath as though calming himself. 

(You may begin, leader)

I begin to pant shakily when I hear the deafening sounds of ringing chimes all around me which brings forth terrified goosebumps against my skin. My coat is split open by her my warm inner clothing pulled apart in a way that only my belly and my cunt are bared to nature's eyes.

 I flinch a whimper leaving my mouth as Vůdce lifts her arms into the sky pounding her rod into the velvety blanket of snow a piercing pleading screech ripping past her throat, she is begging the moon on my behalf for she holds divine power a direct path to our goddess she truly is. Her eyes roll to the back of her head and she sways side to side bouncing on the heels of her feet, her mouth is open wide and she is mumbling chanting something incoherent.

Dread bubbles up in the pit of my belly and Phobos swallows shoving his back against a tree as though chaining himself to the bark so he cannot run to me yet he never takes his eyes off me as he promised. The leader of females then bawls clamorous gut-wrenching wails ripping out her chest as though she has lost someone dear to her and her cries make me weep with her for the sound of it is so pitiful and so heartbreaking. I do not understand a word she is saying, or what she is asking from the moon but I feel her despairing plea and it tears me apart. 

Without prior warning, she strikes her hand against my abdomen smearing a boiling liquid onto my flesh that cooks my skin. An ear-splitting outcry breaks out my throat my body lurching forward tears of unendurable suffering gushing down my cheeks as I sink my nails into the meat of her wrist striving to separate it from my abdomen. "No, s-stop." I choke out as bile climbs up my throat yet she proceeds with the ritual for what I feel is the least of her concerns she needs to make sure her appeal is sent up properly. 

"Theia!" Phobos roars as though he is undergoing the same affliction as me. "Look at me." 

Another high-pitched screech is strained out by me as I gag and suffocate as the liquid is being absorbed by my womb. I aim my gaze to regard him my sight blurry yet I make out that he is on his knees in front of me his head bowed. He is praying with Vůdce mumbling underneath his breath, he is not the spiritual type at all yet here he is imploring the moon on his knees. When my eyes fade into his, he shows me a possible future through our mark. A fragment of imagination where Phobos is smiling down at me as I carry a young male on my hips my belly swollen with our second.  

My womb burns as though I am lit up on fire as though my fresh shall wither and rot. "Phobos." I screech my hips rising from the platform my body twisting with anguish. My desperation has him bang his fists into the snow still on his knees he is doing everything in his power to remain stable and not hurry towards me, to defeat his beast who wants to take me out of this situation this instant. My male is enduring equal torture just as me.

Yet as our eyes connect once more just for a fleeting moment I am sent into paradise by my male, I hear the waves of the waters kissing the seashore I taste the salt of the sea on my tongue and I hear delightful laughter of numerous pups that is like music to my ears. There is warmth this incomprehensible happiness that seizes my heart. Phobos shows it all to me he wants me to know that there is a chance for this future that he believes no matter what, his faith will not die.

"Udělej to," Phobos instructs as he clutches onto his belly hunched down grunting out in agony that I am sharing with him and I am jerked out of the shelter he created for me in my mind and am thrust back into reality as Vůdce empties a container of clotted red foul-smelling blood all over my body from head to toe.

(Do it)

The blood soaks through my clothes to stain my nude flesh and close my eyes shut wheezing attempting to catch my breath. I cannot discern the blood but I can smell its putrid scent and taste it. This is too much for me to handle. 

"It is done. Now the moon chooses if she shall favour you both or not." The leader of females declares and gives Phobos a low bow of respect whilst stepping away back towards the pack grounds leaving us to grant privacy.

My male frantically stumbles forward his eyes broad and fearful as he wraps his arms around my shoulders and sits me up pushing my blood-coated face into his warm chest as I grip onto his hand suffocating on my tumultuous cries. 

"Forgive me. Forgive me, my moonlight." He whispers kissing my forehead, my eyes, nose, cheeks and lips. He anchors his palm over my abdomen putting his forehead against mine and we both quieten together. This was arduous for us to go through as one. But why is he apologizing to me? As though all of this is his fault? It isn't, it is my weak body that has condemned me.

"Why? Why do even the simplest of things never work for me? Why am I the one who is left barren, Phobos? Why do I have to go through such misery and heartbreak? I am cursed."

"The moon has her reasons and I know for sure she will not desert you for your soul is the most beautiful I have ever witnessed in my life. You are not cursed Theia. And even if you were, I will be damned with you. We will rule hell together as one." He drives my face further into his neck and I tranquillize to his intoxicating scent, I do not know what I would do without him.

"Like Hades and Persephone?" I ask wearily my voice muffled by his body as he unbuttons his winter coat to lean forward and wrap it around my trembling being.

"Yes just like them. You shall be my Persephone." Even though there is humour in our conversation there is a seriousness that covers his voice. He hooks his brawny arms beneath my shivering flesh and noiselessly carries me back to our cabin. 

Once inside Phobos rapidly steers me into the bathroom and settles me beneath the warm shower that cleanses my stained skin off the blood. There must have been a reason to pour animal blood on me a certain meaning behind it but I am too exhausted to ask him that, I will address this with him later. What I felt when she spread the hot liquid onto my abdomen I can not put it into words yet at this moment I somehow feel energised and renewed which confuses me.

"Are you in pain?"

"Not at all. I feel all right. Are you in pain?"

"If you are all right then so am I." I leisurely turn around to regard my male who is leaning against the door frame his eyes attached to my unclothed flesh and I offer him a fond smile appreciating his love and concern for me. "Will you be all right on your own for around an hour? I have something to discuss with Drakho. I shall postpone the meeting if you feel unstable and need me by your side."

"I am fine, Phobos. Go ahead. I will prepare dinner." He wanders forward towards me and leans to plant a tender lingering kiss on my wet cheek in farewell.

A few minutes after I overheard the front door closing I get out of the shower encasing a towel around my pale flesh that instantly heats my skin. Heading towards the kitchen I prepare a fresh bowl of fruits for Momo whilst getting out the ingredients for supper. I shall make myself something healthy for my womb and for Phobos something delicious that would fill his belly. I pout with a huff of envy, lucky male he can eat all my favourite meals but I cannot even sample it for a few more months.

Wandering towards Momo I notice he is lazing around in his cage not wishing to leave despite it never being closed or locked. He is one spoilt male indeed, but he is what keeps me going every day. Not being able to birth a pup I show all my love to him. Many would laugh or ridicule me on this but what am I to do? I seem to have no other choice and Momo is very adorable that I can resist spoiling him.

Setting the minute bowl into his cage making sure he has picked up at least one piece of fruit with an interest to bite into I walk into my bedroom pulling out some cosy attire for the night. My eyes find the lingerie that I brought from Cronus's pack and my cheeks flush, should I wear it beneath? Phobos said he will feed tonight.

After minutes of debating with myself I choose to not wear anything beneath my garments, he finds it to be hot when I am naked underneath so I shall ignite his passion this way. Dressed in a tight jumper and a loose woollen skirt that reaches all the way down to my ankles I commence fixing supper for the night. There is a slight soreness in my abdomen but other than that I feel normal. It shall surely take some time for me to get past the acute pain I underwent today mentally, but Phobos is there and I know for sure he shall heal me.

Though the time had passed fastly I still finished up with my cooking. I set piping plates of freshly cooked meals onto our wooden table while taking a quick glimpse at the clock nailed to the wall, it has been over an hour and this male has not returned yet. Is this meeting very important? But it is already so very late he can at least fill his belly and then return to Drakho's hut to finish with their conversations. I shall go tell him dinner is ready and return here to wait. 

Hopping into my winter boots I step out of our cottage and travel towards Drakho's house greeting the wolves on the way with a polite smile. They still must be occupied with stocking the winter supplies, I will ask Moira tomorrow if I can help in any way.

As I climb the stairs to the hut I notice that the door of the cabin is slightly open the flickering gleams from the fireplace has me peek inside and discover my male and Drakho sitting opposite from each other with numerous papers scattered over a table that lies in between them. I smile at Phobos who has that serious look on his face a low frown resting amid his brows as he scans the contents of the reports. Now you look like a proper Alpha, don't you? 

Before I could disrupt them Drakho's words forces me to pause in my tracks. "Why are you even hunting for an heir from our pack? Is that not to do with Luna I do not understand, Phobos?"

"I cannot give you an answer to your questions right now. Are these all the names of the pups? Did you properly observe them each at their training?"

"Yes."

"I prefer Argus most than others, he is the toughest out of all. He will make a good Alpha don't you think?" I gasp clamping my palm over my mouth to stifle my cry a sense of betrayal filling me up. How could...how could he do this to me? I keep my tears in check closing my eyes to my male's truth. I will not cry, rather I do not wish to. 

"He is the best we have yet I do not think Moira will agree to it you know how protective she is of him. I have compiled a list of other potential candidates, I have watched them train they are really good for their age."

"She will understand, it is vital for the future of the pack. The one I ultimately choose I will train him myself and will guide him as if he were my own. I am closest to Argus so I thought he would be the best choice. But I will consider all these pups." 

"Then will you consider our pup?" My feeble upset voice has Drakho and Phobos stiffen and instantly stand up from their seats. I shove open the door fully and march in not meeting my male's somewhat widened eyes. He did not expect my presence, I have caught him off guard taken him by surprise right when he was in the process of deceiving me.

"Luna." Drakho bows deep in respect and I ignore his greeting skimming through all the documents reading all the names on the list that has been created on my male's orders. When had he done this? Without my awareness hiding it keeping it a secret from me? When was he going to inform me about this? For how long did he plan this?

I scoff at myself I had been utterly stupid, hadn't I? He did find my barrenness upsetting not as my male but as an Alpha. With a raucous growl, I bend forward and swipe my hands across the table like a crazed female shoving all the papers into the fireplace and watch happily as a few of them burn inside and wither into ashes.

"Theia!" Phobos snaps bitterly at my antics gripping my bicep in a firm hold, he is seething. What I have burnt on purpose is weeks worth of observation, statistics and hard work compiled into diverse documents. I simply shift towards my male my teeth exposed to him in defiance hushed growls thundering through my chest and lift my right palm to mercilessly slap his cheek.

As the racket of my blow echoes through the soundless room Drakho takes in a sharp breath whilst my male's face is propelled to the side and he freezes with surprise. His jaw tenses his chest heaving I could feel the flames of his fire scorching my skin yet he remains still endeavouring to keep his composure and not unleash his wrath upon me. This is pure rudeness from my side and I do not care if he will not tolerate it. He can punish me if he wishes but he deserved it for keeping things from me. 

We are not normal mates who met purely my fate, I have known and trusted him since he was a juvenile. I will not allow secrets and lies from him he will be punished just as how he would correct me if I ever did this.

"You are such a good deceiver, Phobos. Always have been. I thought you truly hoped that we could have a pup shortly. I thought you believed in me...in us but look at all this. Today at the ritual you showed how much you love and care for me and for the one I might birth. But what were you doing instead? Training pups that are not your own to become your heir. Why go through all this trouble why not just fuck another female and get yourself a male? That would make your wolves praise you as their Alpha." I spit at his feet turn on my heels and storm out Drakho's home without sparing my male another glance. At the end of the day, you will always prioritize being an Alpha and not my male.

When I hasten into the warmth of my cabin and attempt to shut the door behind me Phobos storms in with an overpowering rage that shocks me. He picks me up in his arms and ruthlessly rams my back against the main door of our cabin. My legs are tightly bound around his waist as he shoves my skirt up and yanks down his pants. 

"Fuck another female? How does my mate find it so easy to say such sickening words I wonder?" He taunts me his lips curled back in vehement aggression as he clutches onto my waist with his nails digging into my skin. My male then forcefully jams his bulky erect cock into my soggy cunt in one fluid thrust that has me scream out in pleasure my toes curling in bliss as my walls deliciously stretch to accommodate his mass. 

Phobos begins to savagely fuck me against the door his balls spanking my dripping cunt my head banging violently against the door. "If you ever dare to disrespect me like that in front of another I will see to it that I make you cry. Am I understood?" He threatens me elevating those stormy eyes to collide with my aroused ones. 

"If you are looking for submission you will not get it from me tonight, Phobos." I stoop down to fiercely sink my teeth into his shoulder calmly watching the wound I created as he bleeds. I am just as outraged as he is.

Phobos gnarls vociferously disapproving of my disobedience as he binds his palm around my neck to harden the force of his fucking and I squeal in surprise, he has never taken me this way before. He has never fed on my flesh right after I have angered him but to be honest, I am loving this more than I should.

"I will make sure that you sleep tonight with red swollen ass cheeks, Theia." He grunts his clasp on my hip tightening as his cock expands within me which shows that he shall satisfy my thirsty cunt with his milky seed in the next few minutes.

"And I will make sure you sleep tonight with bleeding wounds, Phobos." I moan erotically grinding my hips against him meeting his wicked onslaughts in the middle. 

"I am hurting with you too. My heart...stings, Theia. I have done this merely as a precaution, there is no harm in being prepared."

"But our male." I fuss followed by a naughty cry that parts my lips for he is proceeding faster going more deeper stretching me to my fullest. My heels settle against his tailbone seeking support for his fucking is truly relentless and vigorous and I am concerned that I shall fall. 

"Our male will arrive when he needs to. And if you really wish to know about my true feelings about your infertility then know this. I do not give a fuck what our pack will deem of you, all I have ever cared about till today has always been you. I do not need anything else in my life and I do not care if you cannot give me a family. All I need to live all I need to breathe in this world is you, my sunflower."

A/N

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