In middle of the night, I heard some noises, like a window opening. The cracking sound made me aware of my surroundings, but I was hell as sure that I locked them all. Didn't I? Well, let's just go and find out. I slowly climbed out of bed and walked to the bedroom door. Inch by inch, I opened it and peeked through the crack.
But nothing. No sound. No person. Nothing. Just the silence.
But being stupid me, I grabbed the table lamp and went down the stairs. Suddenly something flashed in my kitchen. What the hell?
Suddenly, four muscular hot pieces of men appeared in front of me. They looked like they were all at least 6 feet tall. I was dumbstruck until one of them caught me. After the shock, I heard an ear-piercing scream. And that scream came from me.
"Adonis, shut the girl's mouth!"
"Nicola, get that damn rag right now!"
"Okay. Okay. Here, let me shut that mouth."
After thrusting a disgusting rag in my mouth, I tried to keep breathing.
Bastards. It became so hard to breathe and after struggling to get the rag out of my mouth that I finally breathed the disgusting air.
Before I lost consciousness, I thought I heard someone say, “Damn, she is a hot piece of ass. I wish she was my mate.”
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Lucus El Devos’ POV.
Every year, werewolves host the mating game. Every year, I attend them, but still, I couldn't find my mate. I was almost 39 now. Mateless and close to being insane. My wolf, Darios, was becoming restless and savage.
Often, I wondered how Lunar Di Semnol could punish me like this. She was our goddess and mother. But this year I would find my mate. If not, I would become the darkest Alpha King and I would get revenge.
I would chain my mate up if I had to. But I would never let her go. She would never see another male! She would never talk to another male! And most importantly, she would not touch another male! She would be MINE and MINE ALONE.
"Yes, Lucus, she is OURS only!" My wolf, Darios, corrected me.
Most of the she-wolves threw themselves at me because they all craved my power and my body.
Being the king made me different from other males. I had a tall build of 7 ft with rippling muscles—the perks of being the king. The tribal tattoos that I was born with ran from the side of my neck to my hands and joined with rest of the markings on my eight pack.
Many women told me how much they adored me. They wanted me to choose them as my second chance mate, but it would not be the same. Although they desired me, I only wanted my true mate.
And I was sure this year she would be there. At the mate hunt.
I sent my best karys, my best soldiers, and my High Beta, Adonis, to bring the human females that were worthy.
Still, it seemed like the High Beta had only collected 39 females. We still needed 11 more.
“High Beta, what's the current situation now?" I asked.
“Greetings, my King. We have captured 8 more females. But the karys had some trouble with a certain female. Seems like she woke up before we captured her. In total, there are 47 females now,” Adonis said.
"Impressive. Capture three more and report back soon. Time is running out. The moon will disappear with its magic, so hurry up! And do not harm any female and keep the stubborn ones separate."
"As you wish, my King. Your karys and I will complete the task effectively and report to you soon," Adonis said as he bowed.
After the talk with my High Beta, I went to my office to finish some work.
Soon, mate, soon you will be mine. And I will cherish every moment with you. I will cherish you with a sickly-sweet obsession. I thought about preparing the palace for the arrival of the females.
I called my head butler and instructed him. The rooms would be prepared on the 3rd floor, which was 2 floors below mine. The training hall, food, and clothes would be prepared by the maids. It was tradition to give a silver bracelet to each human female to represent the mate hunt, so they would be provided that.
After giving out the instructions, I retired to my bed chambers. And as always, a female was there—an unmated female werewolf with big breasts and a good body. She was wearing a provocative nighty and kneeling on the floor. What a waste.
I motioned for her to come to me and asked her to remove my clothes and put my dick in her mouth. She was moving slow, so I urged her to hurry, and she started to bobble up and down. I smelled her arousing juices and my nostrils flared. I grabbed her by the hair and picked up my leather belt.
“Is this okay?” I asked, showing her the belt. She nodded.
I smacked her and her back turned red. I thrust my dick into her mouth until I shot a load of cum into her mouth. After that, I cleaned myself up and headed to bed.
Tomorrow, the females would arrive, and I would be able to enjoy my mate soon.
I was fed up with these women who were just after my power. I was fed up with the tasteless fucking. I was fed up that I didn’t have my mate.
A mate to love.
A mate to punish.
A mate to fuck senselessly.
A mate to hold at night.
But that mate would be with me soon. Very soon.
I slept with that thought and a sinister smile on my face.