The Beast's Virgin Claim

"Let me repeat it in the case you all have forgotten. You shall not raise your hand on a female no matter the reason. Am I understood?" Phobos questions his voice thundering across the lands as the wolves bleat and bow their heads deeper terrified to come face to face with his madness.

"Yes, Alpha." They respond in unison and he offers them a terse nod of approval stepping towards our cottage not giving the senseless Arne another glance.

"I must go help out this male. Do you have any other questions for me, Luna?" Drakho inquires cooly as though the brutality that transpired in front of us is not a big deal. As though he has beheld this infinite times before.

"No. Thank you for assisting me Drakho."

"Of course, Krlovna. Awan, pomoz mi." He signals to Awan with his fingers who briskly marches from the circle of warriors supporting him to move the Arne inside.

(Awan, help me)

Whilst the wolves present scatter continuing with their day now that the spectacle is over I head back to the cabin hunting for my male. I have some thoughts in my mind that I would like to discuss with him especially that female's punishment for losing her virtue to another wolf than her mate.

On the first night I came here he believed I had lost my virginity to another but he did not let Vdce, her females or the pack know of this. Why did he tear up my clothes? What was the real reason behind that? Was it purely for their sake?

Phobos stands in front of the sink as he cleans his raw bleeding split knuckles under the running water. I have questions I need answers to which only he can provide me. Swallowing nervously I shuffle towards his heat tenderly nudging his back with my nose showing him my presence.

He slightly alters his position to welcome me raising his left arm so I can duck beneath and enter into the unoccupied space in between his body and the sink. Once I am settled in front of him he places his chin upon my head affectionately while continuing to cleanse his hands with soap.

"Are you not cross with me anymore, Drah?" He questions implying about what he did with me earlier on within the shadows of the trees.

"No, I am not," I whisper seizing his wrists delicately swiping my fingertips over his knuckles. "Does it hurt?"

He chuckles at my question as though he finds it amusing but when I move my head rearward and lift it to meet his eyes there is an immediate seriousness that confines him.

"Yes, it burns very much. I wonder how my female will heal me."

Whirling around in his arms facing his chest I draw his hand to my eager mouth kissing each of his knuckles as he does with me when I am hurt post-training. A mate's cure.

Phobos clutches my hips lifting me with ease to set me beside the sink whilst I startle and gasp at the unforeseen switch of positions. Laying his palms on either of my sides upon the counter he bends his being closer to me to lock his eyes with mine.

"What is it?" I ask.

"My lips."

"What about your lips?"

"They hurt too, Theia. Heal them." I clutch his face jerking him to me squinting my eyes studying them for bruises. They look normal to me red and plump yet why do they hurt him?

"They do not seem injured, Phobos," I murmur turning his face side to side unable to point out what is wrong with his lips.

The shock in his broad eyes fades replaced by a pure look of fondness. "Rozkon jako vdy." He remarks followed by a faint chuckle whilst he sets a slack strand of my hair behind my ear.

(Adorable as always)

"I was merely teasing you." He says as I playfully glare up at him striking his chest with my closed fist and he laughs at my antics. This is the real Phobos, not the male who beat Arne unconscious. This is the Phobos only I know a male meant only for me to uncover.

"I-I wanted to ask you something."

"Ask me." He hums skimming the tip of his nose up my bare neck his wet lips brushing over the surface evoking goosebumps all over my body.

"Why did you rip apart my clothes on my first night here? Why did you not tell your pack I was not a virgin as you considered me to be?"

He pauses his path of heat down my neck only to move back so I can encounter his strikingly stunning blues. "Because I knew what they would have done to you."

"Is the punishment given severe?"

"Yes. One will not be able to walk for a few days after."

"You chose me over your pack?"

"Yes."

"But why?"

"To protect you. Because no matter what you were my Theia." He smiles down at me planting a tender kiss on my right cheek.

Encircling my arms around his neck my legs around his waist I crush his flesh to mine snuggling into the warmth he radiates. I am grateful for this meant I mean more to him than their customs in a way. He put me first.

"Phobos your beard is prickly." I giggle tugging it down for it often scrapes my cheek and neck.

"I must cut it I suppose."

"Can I do it for you? I am quite skilled at trimming I have good practice." My body unknowingly begins to bounce up and down over the counter as I swing my legs excited to improve his appearance. I think I can make him look tidier and less wild.

My male grips my jaw roughly as I flinch at his savage touch whilst he urges me to meet his questioning blues an abrupt irritation swamping him. "On whom have you practised?" His voice is faint tone demanding as though he is...jealous.

"With Cronus mostly. He was often engaged with work and that male never cared for his appearance. So he taught me the basics and I learnt the rest from there." Getting down from the counter I clutch his hand dragging him with me towards the bathroom.

"I have touched plenty of males Phobos," I repeat the same words he told me before a smirk on my face only to earn an irked growl from the beast who is tagging along with me like a lost pup. "But not the same way I touch you. They helped me with my arts like cooking, painting and so on. Will you punish me for this?"

"Do not tease me, Drah." He snarls and I giggle louder steering him inside the washroom.

"Sit." I point at the chair that I keep inside to hold our washed towels. He promptly perches upon it whilst I stand on my tiptoes rummaging through the cabinet hauling out a pair of scissors and a comb that are required for the task.

"Are you not afraid I shall make you look terrible?" I ask playfully.

"No, I trust you. And if you do make me look so I shall still wear it proudly for you did it for me my freesia." He answers as I head over to where he is sitting carrying what is needed with me.

Tossing my legs over his body straddling him I wriggle upon his thighs to settle into a more convenient position.. His eyes widen for he hadn't expected me to simply sit on him like this.