The Beast's Virgin Claim

"Can we just move on to the next term I'd rather learn something new?" I huff tiredly pouting like a pup with irritation. Argus is five and he speaks more fluently than me despite the pace we are studying in being the same.

"Is there anything, in particular, you would like to learn?" She inquires as I shyly peek down at my feet playing with my fingers whilst I strive to reign in my smile that wishes to reveal itself to her.

"I-I love you," I whisper meekly peeking up at her to gauge her reaction. Her cheeks are bright red as mine whilst she instantly looks elsewhere weak to meet my inquisitive orbs.

"W-Well this is sudden and no female has ever said such a thing to me. But I am honoured that you love me Luna because I d-do-"

"What are you saying, Moira?" I ask frowning with bewilderment at her words.

"You just said that you love me." She seems confused by my antics as a fit of laughter emerges from my belly.

"I asked you to teach me to say it in your language," I state holding my stomach hunching over as she colours all the way to the tips of her ears.

"Hillarious." She claims rising to fetch the woven baskets containing the grains and table scraps to feed the gang of hens. "Here take one you feed the roosters in the second cage and I shall do so for the first cage, Krlovna." She hands me one of the baskets which I quickly take from her hands abiding by her words.

"Tell me, Moira."

"We say Miluji t." She teaches me and I instantly copy her so she can check the correctness of my pronunciation. I wish to learn it perfectly so I can stun him when he returns to me.

"Miluji t. Did I say it right?" I question eagerly.

"How is it that out of all the phrases I taught you this is the one you perfect within mere seconds? I did not know you adored Phobos this much." She wriggles her eyebrows playfully taking it as her turn to ridicule me as I cup some grains in my palm and throw them at her in protest only for her to do the same with me and childishly snicker.

Abrupt deafening sounds from blowing into conch shells are released piercing through the chatter from all around us as my eyes broaden in apprehension and I rapidly turn to face a startled Moira. My palms are set over my ears to block out the thunderous sounds, it is a signal indeed but for what I do not know.

"What is it? Are we being invaded?"

"No Krlovna."

"Then what is it? What are we being warned of?" I ask impatiently as I discern all the females picking up their pups and rushing towards the main field in haste fueling my concern.

"We are not being warned of anything, we are welcoming." Her words has me take a stumbling step backwards my heart stirred awake to pound wildly beneath my ribcage. Is...is he home?

"Your male has returned." She declares with a soft smile lighting up her features and that is all it takes for me to abandon what I possess in my hands and race to where the rest of the females have gathered. There was no scheduled day for his arrival therefore I had buried away my expectations in an endeavour to not be disappointed in the case he ended up being late.

It has been exactly seven months indeed but Moira warned me the males may arrive later as it all depends on their success with the hunt and if they had provided the other pack with half of their produce. But my hope stood tall as always and I waited for him dedicatedly.

It is not excitement that I feel this very moment rather a feeling of welcoming a part of my soul back for the voidness I sensed after he left could not be filled no matter what I did but at this moment I sense it stitching itself close for it has gained what it had yearned.

I skid to a stop amid all the females my rightful place they have given me without occupying it as I wait for the beauty of his sight to greet me. The wolves chat among themselves in small circles the old discussing how much raw meat they would deliver from the hunt whilst the young females discourse of how they have been preparing their bodies and oiling their flesh to satisfy their males who shall definitely be starved, a sort of a return present.

How am I to feed him with my meat when I can barely speak about such things with him without blushing? It is not the fact that I am inexperienced in many ways rather his ocean blues when he is craving for me is mesmerising it immobilizes me entirely.

The racket of nearing hooves clopping over the soil seizes my attention as I vividly locate Asger who is the first to appear out of the umbrae of the dense trees. I unknowingly take another step forward my soul summoning him with fierceness, I cannot seem to breathe well my expectancy overwhelms all my other emotions and thoughts. All I want to perceive is my male, the soul I missed with every burdened breath I took.

Phobos as always has a hood over his head his features concealed from my seeking orbs as he effortlessly steers Asger forward towards us the rest of the males following him in roaring loaded trucks carrying what we had waited for what would feed us through the winter.

But I do not care enough to scan those for what would fill my belly this winter is not the meat from their hunt but my male.

As my moon blessed dismounts his horse and the vehicles come to a halt behind him parking in their designated places my breath hitches my flesh visibly quivering to the irresistible scent of my male that contently soaks my parched organs. Goddess, I needed this. I feel the totality of my being awakening kindling the simmering flame within back to a raging wildfire for now I truly breathe. Now I live.

Vdce saunters forth as the assembly of females part into two groups to create a steady path for her and I am gently driven to the right to wait patiently with the rest. She carries a small cup with white paint in it as the males pridefully trudge towards my male to stand in a line with him.

Phobos raises his hands to finally pull down his hood and I swallow with an undeniable thirst whilst I examine his features. His hair has grown longer covering the entirety of his neck tied up in a loose bun his beard thick and uncut like the rest of the males. He is the definition of rugged and I am wholly captivated by his maleness.

"Vdce.." Phobos greets her with a terse nod of reverence bending low to meet her height so she can perform the ritual with him.