Chapter 6 Has he tasted her

Night is yet to welcome Day. There is barely any light outside, but I am wide awake. Running around his territory, warming up my body. Today is the day I have to prove myself to my so-called mate. It is not the fact that I am nervous or anxious as to why I feel upset, but that I have to prove myself. That I have to tear myself apart piece by piece to show him my worthiness to rule by his side.

All my life I had to fight, thinking there might be an end to it. Perhaps when I take my throne or even when I find my gift from the moon. But I guess my destiny is always to fight. I fought for survival, now I fight for acceptance. Acceptance from him.

I stop in my tracks all thoughts swirling in my mind flies, his scent overtakes my body. My mind growing hazy. Eyes searching, legs trying to take me to him. Hands itching to hold him, skin wanting to feel his warmth. It's a battle between mind, body and heart. A war I can't seem to walk away from, a war I can't win.

I watch him, the flex of his muscles to every stretch of his bones. Sweat dripping from his chest, downwards to his sculpted stomach. Every bob of his Adam's apple to the gulps of water he swallows. His jaw clenches, hands turning to fists. He feels the heat of my gaze on him. Eyes meet, my breath hitches the bond flaring to life between us. How can he fight this? Why does he wish to do so? I don't understand.

I take uneasy steps towards him, his eyes looking to my feet catching my movement however, I halt once more. A female walks up to him, smiling with red shy cheeks. Handing him a towel, to which he takes sparking a conversation between them. She slowly puts a strand of hair behind her ear, biting her lip. She desires him. Has he had her before? Has he tasted her?

I get my answer when his eyes meet mine once again. He answers my question with those eyes of his. The thorns around my heart dig deeper, tears wanting to be released from the hold I have on them, legs shake from the weight of my heart. I look at her, memorizing her features. She will be the first I destroy. My wolf agrees. Choices bring consequences.

Turning around, not wanting him to see my weakness I begin to run. Tears flow down my face freely, I release the hold. It's okay...it's...okay. I don't know where I am going, but this is the only way for me to heal. Gliding past trees, my sobs growing louder, tears blocking my view. I run faster, deeper into the woods farther and farther away from him.

Out of nowhere, my body is pushed from the back. I scream to the sudden impact tumbling down to the ground. Pain overtaking my body, lying on my back, feeling something hovering above me I open my eyes.

Recognizing the scent I know it's Deimos's wolf. He snarls, saliva dripping down his chin onto me. His growls keep booming from his chest, red eyes glaring into mine. He circles me as if I am his prey. Sniffing, licking, biting, getting used to his mate. I understand his anger. I ran from him. The wolf part of him did not accept that, fought and tore through Deimos to find and catch me. I brought his wolf out.

I just sit there quietly not wanting to see the wrath of a true Alpha male. Slowly lifting my hands to touch his fur. He sinks his fangs into my wrist, blood seeping out. I wince from the pain. Retracting and licking my wound. His way of showing he accepts me as his Luna. His Queen. Tears flow down my cheek, rubbing his fur. Our foreheads touching, eye to eye.

"Thank you, My King." I smile, lips wobbling. I am happy. He whimpers licking my tears, sparking a laugh from me. Time passes, we spend time getting to know each other, playing a game of chase, hunting. Just relishing in each other's warmth. He makes me forget everything for a while, I feel content and I am thankful for him. The sun rises and I know it's time. It's time for my fight. Getting up, he wags his tail ready for another game of chase.

I chuckle rubbing from his neck to back, "My King, let me show you the outcome of the strength you gave me. Watch my fight and remember that my victory is yours."

Running back to the field, licking Deimos's wolf's cheek showing my affection for him in front of all. I walk forward, hearing the sound of bones cracking knowing the man that hates me is back. Straightening my posture, chin raised I search for that female who has had my male.

Finding her, she is already looking at me. Disgust for me evident in her eyes. Hatred consuming her. Cracking my knuckles, licking my teeth I smirk. Today will mark the day of her death. My wolf will take pleasure in spilling her blood. Deimos walks to the centre of the field. "Today, each one of you will fight an opponent. You may choose who you wish to fight, put all your training and hard work into it. Make me proud." Wolves puff up wanting to show their Alpha their strength.

"Who wishes to go first?" Deimos questions, eyes looking from one wolf to another.

"Me." My voice booms across the field. No hesitation. "That female shall be my opponent." I point to her. I want her blood.

Deimos grows nervous. Good, I want that. "Do you accept, Nadia?" Deimos looks at her.

So, Nadia is her name. Did he scream her name when she took his thrusts? Did he call her name as a lover would? This just fuels my anger. This will be the last time he will speak her name, I will make sure of it. The female looks from him to me, determination in her eyes. She wishes to take my place. I laugh quietly. Not even in her dreams will she be able to acquire that.

"Yes, Alpha. I accept." Her voice doesn't waver, she's strong. Pity, she won't be able to see tomorrow's sunrise.