The Beast's Virgin Claim

His knuckles skimmed upward against my jawline as he leaned down to place a tender kiss on my right cheek. "My freesia." The depth of his voice had me immobilized, the feeling of his lips on my flesh never ceased to evoke butterflies in my belly. But I had started to become greedy, I wanted more from him. I needed him to light me on fire. In a different way, in a sinful way.

"Freesia? Am I not your sunflower?" I teased him my lips pulled back to expose my teeth, a wide grin I offered him.

"Yes as a pup."

If I smelt like a sunflower to him as a pup how do I smell like a freesia now, I asked myself. "Has my scent altered?"

"Sunflowers do not possess any odour, Theia." He responded as he glanced over his shoulder to scan through the crowd to review and see if the wolves had settled down so they could commence on their journey.

Understanding had sunk in to his terms, I had emanated no scent as a pup to him. He had stated I smelt like a sunflower to appease me for I would have surely gotten disconcerted if he had told me the truth. In a way, my male had always looked out for me.

"Kral, we are set." Drakho had come forward with an apologetic look towards me for disrupting my conversation with my male.

Phobos had nodded in return as he returned his attention to me. "I implore the months shall fly." He had prayed to the goddess, he desired to come back home to me soon.

"Return soon, Phobos." I had cried with anguish as I encircled my arms around his waist tugging him into a warm tight hug which he reciprocated with no reluctance. The wolves were regarding us but we did not mind them as we said our grievous goodbyes.

As we moved apart from the other he scrutinised the tears that desperately gushed down my cheeks. "No." He murmured, his voice pleading as he wiped them away with the pads of his thumbs. My tears...they seemed to evoke something within him a new feeling he did not like.

"I will not cry, I promise." I had told him my truth with a resolution that overcame me. I stood tall with strength as he climbed onto Asger even when he gave me a final glance before riding into the shadows of the dense wilderness.

That strength of mine I held onto it steadily for three months and did not shed a single tear in my promise to him. Mornings were easier for I spent hours with my training but the nights were getting harder with each passing day without him by my side. My favourite sight, my male waiting outside the cabin door to welcome me after I finished practice was nowhere to be seen and my mother's words to me once more came to bind me.

Home is not a place but a feeling, Theia.

It had been merely three months since we lived together in our cottage and somehow along the way that male grew to become my home. Thinking about it now, Phobos had always been my home ever since he asked me my name at our first meeting in the garden.

I did not wish to yearn for him anymore and it was different for I was given that reassurance that he would return to me soon so I slept in his room at times when I could not bear my isolation. His bed, his unwashed clothes, the darkened four falls gave me comfort unlike any other.

I would miss him I knew but I remained stable enough to not need him...until this very moment.

"Luna!" Moira's anxious voice pierces through as a deafening high pitched outcry leaves my parched throat my hips raising above the tent's floor to the excruciating pain I feel. I seem to own no control of my being it does what it pleases with me.

"Hold her down, Moira." Vdce's words are rigid as she briskly prepares my medicine looming over a table with several potions and herbs at the other end of the tent her eyes narrowed down concentrating on her task.

"Phobos," I whimper faintly tears flowing down my cheeks my claws ripping onto the fur blankets shredding it apart. I need my male, I need him.

Fire consumes my flesh setting its unsparing flames free from head to toe and my skin is glazed with my tears, sweat and bodily fluid. This intolerable pain I had never felt before as my body shudders with a compulsive need to have my male inside me melting the severe heat of my cunt. To be touched to be held within his therapeutic arms that shall surely calm my storm. My first heat, this was not how I had envisioned it to be for me.

I thought he would be here by my side giving me that pleasure my body hopelessly demands with his calloused palms. That my scent would entice him and I would be roughly devoured by him until we both had our bellies full. I prayed he would be my saviour from the pain for I truly did not wish to undergo my first time without him.

Moira presses my abdomen with gentleness as I groan with distress apprehensively preparing myself for the next wave of misery that shall be quick to strike me. "It shall pass soon, Krlovna." She attempts to subdue my raging emotions that battle with the fire of my body. Yet it does not work for I sob frantically my heart tearing apart for I have never needed him so much until this very moment and he is not here.

"Phobos." His name seems to be the only word that slips out my swollen throat weakened from all the screaming. But I am merely met with an eerie silence for he does not answer my despairing call for liberation.

Bile surges up my throat as I shift towards my left and puke all over the floor shamelessly emptying the contents of my stomach clutching onto the mattress for assistance for I seem to find no spirit left in my body, I have never felt so depleted and drained before. I am unusually terrified for I have no one to call my own by my side.

If these savages wished to get rid of me once and for all this would be a perfect opportunity for them. Despite spending three months alone with them without the safety net of my male's presence I still feel unprotected here and so very helpless.

The only females who are in this tent with me are Moira and Vdce for the leader had prohibited all others from entering. They spent hours striving to find ways to tranquillize my heat but nothing seemed to work which ultimately led Vdce to conclude that she shall drug me to sleep for the night.

"It makes it more arduous for her as Phobos is not here." There seems to be a trace of pity in Moira's voice as she dips the washcloth into the cold unfiltered river water stored in a bowl to lay it gently over my inflamed forehead as a means to water down my enraged skin.

I feel as though I am being boiled raw for the discomfort is unyielding and uncaring towards my struggle.

"Would you rather the pack dies of starvation, Moira?" The leader challenges her turning around to inspect me.. It is as though she wishes for me to hear her question as well, she is seeking my reaction to it.

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