The Beast's Virgin Claim

Yet my insecurity and terror have once more come to stand haughtily in front of me. It is true then, he does not accept me as his female. For if he sincerely did I would be marked and carrying his pup by now. My hand quivers as I hoist the knife to commence gutting the fish, it is my natural bodily response to the despair of my heart.

"She seems to be our Luna in namesake only I suppose, even Alpha does not wish to bind his soul with her. I wonder what the reason is perhaps he finds her distasteful?" A female whispers as modestly as she can to another aiming to suppress her suspicions from me but I hear it with clarity.

"Yes, I suppose so too. All she has is her beauty, she possesses no strength."

"Maybe she-"

"She what?"

"She has had numerous males."

Their slander taunts me with vileness but it is something I am used to, I have led the entirety of my life being subjected to such talks and hearing such chatter often has made me feel unmindful of it. As a female passes to me a washed fish I promptly take it from her grasp slicing off the fins with ease.

Holding the tail in my right hand and a sharpened blade in my left, I scrape the scales with the blunt side in long-drawn, firm swipes. Beginning at the tail I scour my way towards the head only to flip the creature and redo the process on the other side.

Drakho comes forward portraying his dominance baring his teeth at all the females displaying his rejection of their scandal as they whimper and bow their heads in reverence to his authority. When he shifts to regard me his bizarre globes glimmer with tenderness, he is seeing my skills just as he promised me.

I line up the fish over the hewed tree bark in a way its belly faces me. Tilting the fish at a certain angle, I slide the tip of the filet blade into its anus and cut through to its stomach tearing it open up to its neck in one agile slice. Wolves around me begin quietening turning their eyes to observe me, they find my craft surprising for I can do it rapidly and efficiently than them.

Without ripping the cut further, I cautiously spread open the two sides of the fish to tug out all the organs and guts from the root. Inspecting the body cavity for any leftover entrails I am quick to extract them when I locate them.

My male wanders forth scrutinising me noiselessly as the others do but what I distinguish is that he purposefully blocks every wolf's direct view of me including Drakho's with his herculean being. He screens my talent from their interested eyes as though he wishes for me to showcase them to him only. He does not wish for me to share with none other but him.

"Drakho." I beckon his beta whilst Phobos stiffens a look of perplexity sinking over his features. He does not understand why I am calling another male's name instead of his just like I couldn't comprehend why he called Moira instead of me.

"Krlovna." Drakho addresses in reply peeking out from behind my male's back.

"Come, I wish to show you something I learnt back in my pack. It took me years to perfect it and you shall be the first I will display it to." I sense Drakho's happiness to my words, he is content he has been selected by me to partake in what it is I call him to.

Yet as he tries to come forward to my side my moon blessed is swift to turn around and unveil to him a flash of canine exhibiting his displeasure of the situation. His beast is collected not wishing to give out his opinion, this is all Phobos.

Drakho settles back down offering me a smile of apology for my male has prevented him from approaching me. Phobos advances forward his flaring ocean blues set on my anticipating flesh as I boldly proceed with my task.

He demands my attention but I refuse to give it to him, my orbs locked down at the blade. My male waits for a few seconds breathing heavily by my side, the wildness of his scent is inhaled by me with a compulsive need for comfort revelling in its warmth as it saturates my organs.

Surrendering to his current lack of patience he grips my jaw forcefully stooping down to peek into my blues in a trial to read my emotions. I am offended, I am unsettled, I am sad, I am confused. Which of these sentiments does he see within?

"Why are you here, Phobos? I did not summon you." I dismiss him coldly drawing my face away from his seeking fingers. "Drakho come." The beta's eyes broaden with nervosity for he does not know whose command to abide by. His Alpha or his Luna.

I know I am being immature, working to stir up my male but my inner war I need for him to feel to understand my turmoil caused by his actions. Muffled resounding growls depart his closed mouth, he does not approve of what I am doing. I am aware of his beast who is calmly observing as always. He never tends to interact with me permitting Phobos to take the lead. I reckon his beast finds me unworthy too in a way for he has never once surfaced in a need to greet his female. I have never met him.

Ocean blues glare down at the fish, he wants me to show him what I wished to show Drakho. He wants to be the first to see it instead. "I do not wish to show you."

He seizes my right wrist coercing my hand towards the tree bark but I resist his hold, my temper with him towering over my every thought or feeling. "Stop it, Phobos. I said I do not wish to."

All eyes are on us, their chitchat halted keenly viewing our strife. His actions do not stem from jealousy nor possessiveness. He merely wishes to confirm to his wolves whom I an object of his belongs to does he not? Does he want for me to submit, to get on my knees and kiss his feet? The Phobos I knew as a pup would never require such things from me. But this male is unpredictable, I do not know who he is.

"Such defiance, not a proper behaviour of a Luna," Vdce's voice penetrates through our conflict whilst she boorishly rinses the seafood, a female who never shies to vocalise her truth. A female who considers her words are accurate, I refuse to live by her traditional mindset.. Gritting my teeth yanking my wrist away from my male's hand I clutch the pail of cleaned fish and stamp towards the open fire.