The Beast's Virgin Claim

"I suppose he endeavoured to mark you as his countless times. A mark that is given to one which is not from your moon blessed will always disappear and that is why the moon took him from you. For your sins." Her cries turn more agonising as she struggles against his chest to his vicious words but he makes no move.

"You can make a choice, Ragon. You can either leave Moira and her male here or you can take them with you. But know this if you do choose to leave them here they will have no seat at my table. Ondra and her male have lied to their Alpha and that is not tolerated. As per the laws, they will be deserted by the pack.

Moira will be punished for losing her virtue to another than her mate." Argus peers up at Phobos with wide blurry eyes and my male gazes away his jaw clenched unable to face the innocent one who will be penalised for the sins of his mother.

Ragon peers down at Argus who hides behind his mother now terrified for he knows he has no one to guard him or his mother from the foreign male. He inhales a deep breath composing himself and gives a brusque nod of assurance. "I will care for you both, I will provide for and protect you both. It is my responsibility as your male, the moon chose me as yours not another and I will honour her.

You can continue to love and yearn for Ondra if that is what you wish even until the end of your days and in return, I...will never love you, Moira. I forsake our bond. The moon has made a mistake indeed for I do not do deserve this." Unable to stand on her feet anymore she plunges to the ground once more and wails as Ragon gazes down at her with unforgiving eyes.

His words hold truth, he can never come to love her for that betrayal of hers will torment him for the rest of his life. That she never was and never will be his.

The teasing giggling of a young female draws the totality of our attention and we speechlessly watch as a breeder steps out of a nearby tent sensually dragging up the fallen straps of her tunic whilst wiping her mouth that is smeared with dense semen pursued by a smirking Drakho who tugs up his pants tailing closely behind his hungry eyes set on the outline of her plump ass cheeks that sways seductively beckoning him.

This is a typical sight to witness in our pack, males are entitled to use breeders for sexual relief except for sex or penetration of any kind.

There is a sharp intake of breath that has him snap his gaze to Elriam who has her enlarged wounded yet disgusted eyes fixed on him. "Moje žena!" He mutters with astonishment as she gapes at the breeder sizing her up as though coming up with all the distinct ways she could end her.

(My female)

Oh Goddess, why? Why must you be so cruel to them? They do not deserve any of this so why plan their first meeting in such a way?

"You come near me mate or not I will plunge my knives into your throat and watch you choke on your blood as death takes you." Elriam barks spitting at the ground as she gags at what she has seen. She pulls out her sharpened knives from within the long sleeves of her shirt and swirls them in her fingers keenly monitoring his every movement preparing to strike when needed.

"Mate? That male he is yours? What the fuck is wrong with this pack? Does no wolf here honour the mate bond?" Ragon roars as Drakho courageously takes a few more steps forward his orbs dazed as he locks on a shaking Elriam who looks like she shall retch any moment.

"I still hold my virtue, I have been saving it for you," Drakho states wanting to lure her out towards his eager flesh that is teetering on the bridge of longing and desperation.

"I hold my purity too but I have now decided that I will not give it to you. I will offer myself to another male who deserves me not my mate who seeks sexual gratification from whores." Elriam voices her truth and those words drive her male out of his bloody control as he claws elongate and he sprints ahead towards her heat, his jealousy and possessiveness setting him ablaze.

Elriam grasps her knives tighter and aims them for his throat but I see the quake of her palms, the reluctance that is uncommon in warriors. He is her male she cannot kill him for if she did do so she would die with him.

"Drakho!" An overbearing command from my male has him stop in his tenacious path to her and his piercing eyes drill into hers as his chest heaves with a need to capture her and take her away so no other male can set his eyes on her.

Drakho grimaces and Moira exhibits a pained suspecting expression as Ragon positions himself in front of Elriam. "You will not touch her unless she gives you permission. If you still wish to do so I will send you to the moon right here."

The four of them stare at each other their devastated hearts bleeding and their minds shattered by a barbaric hurricane. There are no more words spoken yet it seems to reverberate clearly for all of us to hear. They each must choose between two options that will set the course of their relationship for them.

Love or Hate.