The Beast's Virgin Claim

I promptly kneel down gathering the pup in my arms hugging him to my chest laying my palm upon the back of his head burrowing his startled orbs away from the gory sight of his mother.

Phobos is by her his hands tightly clamped around the knife analyzing how deep inside it is pierced and Moira gazes into his concerned globes. She knows the extraction shall be very unpleasant but she is assuring him that she trusts him. This connection that they have with the other I cannot find proper words to label it for can mere friends hold such?

"I o-only wanted to show her my training," Argus speaks his whine muffled by my bosom as he snuggles deeper into my heat seeking comfort.

"Hush it is all right. She will be okay your mother is a strong female." I whisper soothingly rubbing his back and he holds on tighter to me crying noisily his body quaking fiercely for it is unable to retain his cries.

"Mami je v podku, Argusi. Nepla." Moira chokes out her eyes clenched shut a low whimper parting her lips as her face scrunches up to the intense agony she is undergoing.

(Mama is fine Argus. Do not cry)

My male is unhesitant to lift her fur loincloth and shove it upward towards her upper thigh, uncovering her flesh to his inspecting eyes. It comes as ease to him as though he has done this several times before. Stop. Do not study her body this way do not touch her.

A red-hot strike of a depressing feeling penetrates straight into my troubled heart and my grip on Argus stiffens. I am the one seeking comfort now. His fingers tenderly skim her exposed thigh as he examines her open wound doing his best to not add to her pain.

I am being childish she is bleeding to her death her bare flesh exposed to the freezing weather and I am questioning and condemning his actions when all he is trying to do is save her.

She clutches onto his forearm needing support grinding her teeth as she peers into my male's eyes. "Argus." She mumbles unable to speak well gathering his attention.

"He is with Theia."

"Take him away Phobos. Please." She pleads with him her nails digging into his skin tears flooding down her cheeks. She does not want her male to see or hear what she will experience when the knife is being removed. All she is cares for is her pup who is still crying in my arms.

"Drakho," Phobos calls out to his beta who comes to stand into the light from the umbrae his hands clasped behind his back head slightly bowed awaiting his Alpha's command.

"Ano, krli."

(Yes, King)

"Vezmi s sebou Arguse. To nemus bt svdkem." Phobos pays heed to her wishes subduing the upset female in front of him. She is the only one he listens to other than me.

(Take Argus with you. He does not need to witness this)

Drakho marches to my side kneeling beside me trying to take Argus away. "I shall take him back to my cottage it is quite easy to divert him. I will take care of him." He convinces me as I am reluctant to pass on the troubled pup who is nestled to my chest.

"Here," I mutter passing Argus to Drakho's awaiting arms and once the pup is settled he picks him up carrying him away from the circle of wolves farther towards his hut.

"Do it," Moira grunts as Phobos nods in acceptance of her words. Vdce and her group of females have assembled as well at the back of the crowd. Once Phobos has cautiously lifted the knife she will carry out the rest of the process for she is our healer as well after all.

"Forgive me, Moira." His voice is so very gentle it resembles the way he speaks with me. I...I do not like it.

He holds the knife with both his palms his eyes show to me how upset he is with the situation and seeing her hurt. Phobos lifts the stuck dagger merely by a few inches and her body lunges forward an ear-splitting scream tearing out her throat as more blood splutters out her open cut. This shall leave a scar for the rest of her life and she would have to live with that.

Little by little over a period of thirty minutes like a tug of war Phobos and Moira did their best to overcome the situation. His hands were drenched with her blood as he strived to extract the blade without causing further harm to her body. I had never witnessed Phobos so gentle like that before for every time he is with me I only behold his lascivious aggressiveness and his dominance.

Once he successfully drew the impaled object out I watched the way he ripped a piece of his own clothing to wrap her wound the way his fingertips stroked the tender flesh of her stripped thigh as he bound her injury to arrest the bleeding. Yes, he was assisting her as he should have yet as his moon blessed it was a hard sight to witness it made me feel restless and my heart felt too heavy to carry.

I take in a shaky breath as I regard how he carries the now unconscious female towards her hut Vdce and her females following closely behind. Moira's head rests peacefully on his chest and he does not seem to mind the contact between them. Can she hear his heartbeats that I adore? Does it calm her the way it does to me?

Why is it that I find it so arduous to breathe this moment? An urge to cry riles me up and I do not understand my own emotions. He had calmed my storm when the issue arose about her between us but now there seems to be yet another issue awakening within that breaks me apart.

Phobos halts at the door of her hut his right foot held midway above the wooden floor. It is as though there is an invisible barrier that forces him out prohibiting him from entering her home. He fleetly turns around staring down at the leader of females Moira still motionless in his arms.

"We shall take her to your tent instead."

"Why Alpha? We are already here?" Vdce questions a slight frown resting amid her eyebrows.

"I cannot enter. I have made a promise I must abide by." He replies casually striding towards her tent without another word whilst the leader and her females once more follow him wordlessly yet this time confusion arises to what he claimed. All eyes turn to me with inquisitiveness and gossip starts to emerge.

I understand it. Why would I prohibit him from entering a female friend's home with whom he has known all his life and forged a close bond? Perhaps on these lands it is not seen as something immoral but to me, it was a sin he committed against me as my moon blessed.

I peek at the front door of Moira's cottage for it is wide open as though it was welcoming his presence as though the four walls had missed him awaiting his return.. Thinking back Phobos never sealed the door when he spent time with her inside as he does with me.