The Beast's Virgin Claim

"To touch another female the way I touch you. It is not that it is impracticable, it had always been possible since I became a juvenile. I could lay with another for the sake of an heir but she wouldn't have the chance to get pregnant."

"Why?" I ask confused. It is not that he is sterile it is my womb that refuses to grant our wish.

With a menacing look he glimpses up at me and I gasp feebly already knowing the answer to my question. "My beast will rip her womb out and slash her neck right after her cunt has my seed. He will not allow another female to carry his heir except for his moon blessed. I do not have it in me to go against you that way and I will not risk the life of an innocent female for the sake of my pack either."

"This is one of the reasons you never sought to appease your urges with the breeders all those years before you claimed me," I murmur as belated realisation finally dawns upon me.

"Do you know this hypothetical situation you are speaking of actually happened with Deimos and his female?"

"Lumina was barren?" My eyes enlarge with shock and he shakes his head in denial.

"His pack follows different traditions than ours and you know how the firstborn must always be male. It is a universal code for all of Alphas and Lunas to strictly abide by and we will face no problem with his. But with Lumina carrying Alpha blood, there was a high chance she could have birthed a firstborn female instead. So he brought back his chosen that he once had hidden away thinking he could use that female's return as a way to battle against traditions for the sake of his Luna. It was a bloody war indeed one that weakened his treasured mate bond."

"I was not aware of any of this at all." Is this why Lumina sounded miserable every time I called her during the initial months after Kal's birth? A chosen? How excruciating it must have been for her to know of it and think her male might sleep with another?

"Only Cronus and I knew. But do you understand what I am trying to show you here? Deimos and I are alike in this matter. We will never go against our Lunas even for the well being of our pack. It is our obligation to put the pack first above our needs but not above our females." He smiles up at me his fingers brushing against my mark and I sink into him. His loving reassuring words are all I need to carry me through my storm.

"You two are good males." I giggle.

"Only because our females teach us to be so." He pushes a loose thick strand of my golden locks to rest behind my ear and I melt under his loving gaze.

"I love you," I whisper against his lips with a devoted smile.

"My soul is yours, my moonlight." He whispers back faintly to me as his eyes flutter close whilst I press my forehead against his. I do not know if there will be a day if he will question my love for him or I would do so on his love for me but at this moment right here sitting on his lap embraced by his shielding arms I know for sure just whom the entirety of his soul belongs to.

"I must go now. I need to start the day." I utter upsetly I would love to spend a little more time with him. These days we only get to eat breakfast and dinner together. I see him early in the morning and at supper late at night that is all the time I am given with him. Maybe after the celebration is over we could go out on those dates again.

"I would like to take you somewhere before you commence your duties." He states grasping my waist picking me up to set me upon the cabin floor while he rises after my feet land on the ground.

"Where?" I ask curiously. Excitement pools in the pit in my belly as I stand on my tiptoes and cup his right ear to whisper into it as though I am spewing a secret while Phobos leans down to me with interest. "Oh my, are you letting me skip my responsibilities Alpha? Can I misbehave with you for some time?"

There is a distinct hitch to his breath and he gnarls aloud grasping my jaw to overpower me to meet his sweltering dilating blues that roots me to my spot. Calling him Alpha never misses to sinfully tantalize my male. "Do not tease me, Theia."

The peaks of my lips tilt upward a hint of a smirk flickering upon my mouth as he firmly rubs the pad of his thumb against my moist ripe lower lip. "Wicked female." He grunts out with darkening half-hooded eyes as I tear myself from his aroused being and playfully flip my hair to saunter outside content with myself.

The main door of our cabin closing behind me exposes that my male is following me hot on my heels but merely a few seconds of sheer silence passes for the beast to pounce on me from behind and gather me in his arms to lift me up so I can dominate him in height. A startled squeal is let out by me as my high-pitched laughter echoes all around his. I knew he wouldn't simply let me go that way after what I did, he never does.

"You are too naughty, Drah. Must I be stricter with you?"

"Come now, I was only playing around. Does Alpha Phobos not like being teased?" I titter as he uncovers his canines to me for my defiance. No matter what, I resist submitting to him in certain situations and for this, he thinks he is too lenient with me for oftentimes I am let go without punishment. He coddles me too much and he is aware of this.

"If you continue to ridicule me I will have you in that stable there." A filthy warning he gives me pointing towards the secluded stable hidden from direct sight where Asger is tied up. It does make a perfect place to feed, I wish to truly disregard his words and get into trouble on purpose. I want to be punished but I will not risk getting caught. Though I often wish to act like a reckless juvenile with him my title disallows me to do so.

"All right, I shall stop. I will not bother you anymore." I say as he carefully lets me down with narrowed eyes as though expecting me to defy him again so he can actually drag me there and have his way with me. "Now tell me where we are going."

"To Vdce's hut." He answers me leading me forward towards her isolated home and I happily follow him with a jump in my steps.

"For what?"

"You will see."

"Is it a surprise?"

"Not at all. It is sort of a... gift not for you but me."

Before I could inquire more, demanding clarification a seven-year-old pup who had been racing blindly bumps into Phobos catching him off guard, the pup stumbles back as though he had hit a massive wall. "Argus." My male picks the little one up by the scruff of his neck and gives his bum a gentle swat in reprimanding. "What have I told you numerous times?"

"To watch where I am going," Argus murmurs with a muffled whine glancing down at his dangling feet in submission knowing he is in trouble and I cannot help but find him undeniably adorable.

"You are not that small anymore and you could hurt the pregnant females. Be careful. Where is your mother? She wouldn't have allowed you to run around like this."

"She is helping to shear the sheep for the winter." He mumbles still not meeting my male's piercing gaze.

"Look at me when I speak to you." Argus flinches at my male's firm voice and meekly looks up at Phobos from beneath his lashes a small pout playing on his lower lip. "Have you been training as I asked you?"

"Why am I training so much more than the other pups?" He sulks with his shoulders sagged that clearly shows his displeasure.

"I thought you wanted to be my greatest warrior?" My male asks with a tilt to his head.

"I do but I cannot play with my friends anymore. Also, Drakho is being mean to me and so are you. You always let me do as I pleased before so why am I suddenly being picked upon by you both." I look away from their amicable conversation. If Argus was my male I would fight Phobos for him on this, but he isn't. He is Moira's male and Phobos's potential heir I cannot interfere even as his Luna. My teeth sink into my quivering lower lip that refuses to remain still almost to the point of bleeding and the ribs that protects my heart pushes in indenting the beating organ. It aches.

"We are training you to be the best on our lands, your father was my top warrior. Do you not wish to follow in your father's steps?" Argus visibly freezes as soon as my male mentions his father his eyes widening.

"I...do."

"Then do not complain and make your parents proud of you, Argus. I have chosen you for a reason after all. Would you rather I train another pup instead?"

"No!" He cries out desperately shaking his head, he does not wish for it.

Phobos lets him down ruffling his hair with adoration and the pup finally greets me with a wide grin, no matter what he likes me and often works hard to garner my attention when I am occupied with the other pups. If I had a male of my own Argus would truly be a good playmate though he would be seven years older. He could teach him and welcome my little beast into his inner circle. That would be wonderful.

"Off you go now, be prepared for your early training tomorrow."

"What will I be learning?"

"To count wild hares." My eyes slightly broaden to what Phobos said. He will guide him the same way he trained me when I was a pup. He is going to borrow the book from me where I was told to locate the number of hares hidden within. It teaches pups to be warier of their surroundings and scan them properly.

"I cannot wait to do the decorations with you, Luna," Argus mutters gleefully and with a deep bow of respect towards the both of us, he walks away to join his group of friends who were patiently expecting his arrival. That male truly is popular in his age group.

"Theia?" His tender yet deep voice summons me and I turn my gaze to him but I do not meet his pursuing eyes. I swallow down my emotions and march ahead of him with a forced smile plastered across my face.

"Let us go, I wish to see your present."

Phobos clutches onto my elbow from behind and prevents me from trudging farther. "Look at me."

When I do as he asked of me he takes a brief step closer towards my flesh dragging me to his chest as I stumble into him with a shocked gasp. When he positions his face to the side to stoop down and connect our lips I stop him my hands against his chest acting as a barrier between us. "Phobos." Though I do not mean it there is a trace of rejection in how I call out his name and it disturbs him.