The Beast's Virgin Claim

ow deep reprimanding voice of my fathe

ule, uncomfortable with all the mingled scents of the wolves present that I cannot recogni

s I will regret it. I have no fear towards my father for he is always gentle and kind with me yet

wn releasing me, my feet landing upon the marble floor. I feel eyes on me and I swiftly try to run and hide behin

er face eyes shining like the glitters I use in my crafts. Long black hair that flows down like s

e. I speak the words my mother taught me growing up. The energy within the room is not at ease,

than my father's. It is deeper and stronger. A voice if raised could bring one to the kne

keeping my head low. I know he runs this pack and it pu

ht palm slapping my father's back as a friend would. Are they close? If so how close? Father never mentioned

s eyes frighten me and I quickly take a step back my feet stumbling and quickly falling my flesh meeting

e yourself." His kind words provide me with the strength I nee

sent. Spine straight, head held high chest puffed. My father's pride. The futur

retches his hand forward which my brother quickly clasps without hesitation meeting the Alpha's eyes head-on. My broth

nowledgement. Perhaps he had tested my brother in undiscoverable ways as all Alpha's d

giving a short bow. His hands meet behind h

ng down the hem of my father's shirt begging him to carry me. This wolf is so fearful. "Stop h

n strides forward with confidence. Black polished shoes tap upon the tiles the sound str

for my parents but for us. His eyes remind me of the trees in our pack, such a glorious green. He might

me? Or perhaps wet sand? The young males in my pack do it often with me. Cronus always fought them in revenge. Tumbling o

e. "I heard you like candy so I stole some for you from the kitchen." He says waiting

ing fingers, I pluck it from his grasp taking it from him. Deimos takes another candy from his left pocket

e whilst Alpha Ares ruffles Deimos's hair with a softness in his eyes

ut he had to finish his training first." The female wolf speaks eyes meeting those of m

be in your presence." Father whispers w

ce birth, have we not?" Alpha Ares offers a gentle smile

n the castle they reside in. Chandeliers, marble floors, sculptures, and servants with golden platte

round swiftly my dress swirling to the sudden movement

s?" I

ons with a tilt of his head. A sign of patience to my

n't have let me play if they hadn't approved of his character. Well, he is more behaved a

n a small negotiation my head tilted upward w

gentle smile graces his lips after. He seems to be

you." He whispers with a hint of

is a reason I agreed to play with him for I love gardens me

along the way to which he doesn't reply. Some smile at me and I look away my cheeks burnin

other is qui

n. My heart beats with the excitement of the view that lay

never played it befo

" Deimos utters under his breath and gazes

always played it with mother the bounds of his candlelit office room

y brother learned to master it when he was our age."

hat game at such a young age. I cannot even play tag well for my feet are too sma

ng at the variety of flowers present, kneeling upon the grass floor to inspect the colors a

ing to find hidden treats that might be a discovery for me. Perhaps this is very ill-man

on the grass indulged in a deep conversation the topic of games long forgotten.

ite from the rods to the soles of its feet. Wishing to see the life he

white doves within the barrier. They don't chirp or rattle the cage when I

calm as if they have no care in the world. But should birds be kept in

Another place for me to explore! This place is magical. Bidding farewell to the birds I follow

nd of the water seems closer to me and I know I have reached my destination. A

e would love this place. We always discussed visiting a foreign land that held varieties of waterfalls on

paths. Two different stone paths. This felt like the quizzes I took at him. Which one did I come from? The first? I turn to look towards the sec

unding eyes widening searching, scanning the area to find the source. "You

not to run off on my own but I always do it and face

ch a fullness it possesses but without the rocky edges pure smoothness as silk

oyed pout on my lips. He angers me for he plays as if I were a toy. A female is not a toy! My eyes do

d from a different direction. I turn again to where his voice comes from. How is he movin

anger. I... I am scared. I stumble keeping my eyes to the front sweeping the area in case this creature plans to pounce upo

lance, hands flailing trying to get hold of something I fall wi

knee bleeds flesh split on the sharp rocks. I regard the fresh wound and the sight upsets

ll be taught a lesson for this I sob harder the creature hiding forgotten. Loud whimpers and whines leave my lips. A fe

Hands move the tree branches to give way to light and a male walks forwa

r of the sand upon the seashore and eyes like the vast...oceans. I had blue

kneels at my feet and scans my features. His eyes drop to my knee and with no

His eyes look up at me again and I push my head back uncomfortable with the u

hange. His eyes a midnight black, brother told me this occurs when in the presence of a beast. I struggle to free my

ng sensations die and he frees me of my pain. My struggling stops, my cries turning into soft hicc

I never knew there were other ways. Did wolves have the ability to do this? I peer back

ks however this time his vo

rs clamp around my hips and he lifts me with ease so I can sta

nd I meekly nod my head. "I apolog

whisper looki

atting down his jeans dusting o

at him. Noticing that his eyes are on me I look awa

hilst his fingers scour the flesh o

urage to ask him his. "W-What is yours?" My voice quivers and I stu

." He r

stars do at night. His cheeks pull in and he offers me a wide smile with teeth. "Fi

and that he meant no harm I smile with him showing h

raining down on us whilst the leaves dance to the music of the br

the moon who hid that day clapped her hands for the two mat

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somethings you

chappies are crucial to truly feel their connection when they turn to adults and meet as true mates. Please do not confuse Phobos's adoration in the upco

ng into wolves at the age of 16-18. But Phobos is not a regular male,

only emotionally and it is still growing with him. Only when he goes t

the human part of werewolves tend to have more control over their beasts and can bring them to the surface or push them back easily. However,

14 and there is a 9-year ag

rollercoaster but it will grow to become an

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