Fallen for the king

I will tell you about the story of how my life was turned upside down. How fate decided to toy with me and treated me like a ragdoll. Tossing me upside down, taking me to my breaking point. Over and over again.

This is not a book for the faint-hearted. There will be tragic sadness loss of a mate. The gruesome demon slaughtering. The struggle and realization of a vain reality, of what we presumed our life to be. This book will be deep, dark, and sensually erotic.

I'm the werewolf who lost his mate.

I'm the werewolf who will struggle for life. I'm the werewolf who will fight for love.

Because after all that had happened, I still believe that love conquers all. That I deserve a happy ending. And that I will fucking get it, even if I have to die trying.

Cause nothing matters, nothing is worth living for when you don't believe in your own stupid damn luck.

This is why I decided to tell my side of the story. This is why I believed everyone deserves their second chance at happiness.

Because it happened to me. And it happened to my King.

*****

As the title stated, I will take you to where it all ended. The day I lost my first, my love, my mate, my Alpha.

It started as another ordinary weekend, where Donnie and I would cuddle up in bed and fuck the day away.

"Don, you're still the Alpha, our pack needed you. And you need to shower and...oh goddamn...fuck...fuck..." I moaned and cursed again when he started kissing my back and trail his hand to my lower abs. He tugged my body roughly to his chest, making my wolf growled as I felt his hardness on my back.

"I'm the Alpha they will wait for me. I want you, I want you to please me like your fucking Alpha. Do...not...tell...me....what to do." He said his words, as he grinds his length to my lower back. I was moaning to his demand, I was hard. He was kissing and licking the back of my neck, his hand slithered to my front, and finally stroke my dick.

"Don...oh... God...oh...fuck..." my hands were trying to reach for him, I needed to feel him as my toes curled from the excitement of what was to come.

"Stay still my lovely wolf, I need you... to be still... and just moan my name."

I groaned but did as he tells me to do, he flipped me to my front and took my wrists roughly above my head making my wolf purred to his roughness. My dick was hard against the cool sheets and twitched as the friction was making me even harder.

My Alpha was savoring my back, his hands were caressing my body lazily. Until his legs roughly spread my knees, and pulled my waist aligned to his pelvis.

"You are mine..." his words were harsh against my ear, making me instantly high on lust. He was preparing me as his hand pulled my body up to his chest, and his other hand was stroking me to my liking.

"I'm yours..." I moaned to him as he entered me and we fuck over and over again until he finally gave me the permission to climax and I was finally sated in his arms.

"I love you Rain...always..." he breathed out his words, while his arms were still holding me possessively.

"I love you to Don...I'm not going anywhere..."

"I know...cause you're mine..."

Little did I know, that it was our last lovemaking. That his loving touches were the last one that I would feel.

Because all hell breaks loose that late afternoon, literally.

"Don?! Donnie! Grant! Grey! Damn it! Where the fuck is..." my words were halted when his beta and trustee pack warriors howled above his wolf. Blood was staining his glorious brown fur, his abdomen blackened as it was wet from his blood. I could see his insides as his stomach was ripped open.

My mind was blank when I reach and kneel by his side...I couldn't hear anything. Then it hit me...I never said goodbye to him, this was not the way it was supposed to happen.

His wolf slowly turned into his human form, I could see his handsome face, as he was struggling for his life.

"Don, please...you don't have to..."

He was changing back for me, he was taking the last of his strength to convey his message for me. He could easily say it with his mind, but he was never known to take things the easy way. He was the Alpha, he was my Alpha.

"Rain, my love..." his voice was barely heard when I took his hand and kissed it.

"I love you...Don, please..." I roughly whipped my tears, trying to be brave for him. But I know...I know deep down that I've lost him.

"I don't like seeing you shed your tears...you're a strong man, and you're a strong wolf. Live... your life for me...I..love...you...always..."

I took his body and cradled him in my arms. He let out his last breath as I bent down and kiss his lips for the last time. His pack let out the saddest howl which was heard throughout the vast mountainous region.

It was the day we lost our Alpha, it was the day I lost my Alpha, my mate, my one true love.

Since that day his Beta, Grant has been taking over the pack. He was making sure that I was left alone to mourn for my loss.

I didn't leave our room for days, I was lethargic. I was holding onto his pillow, his scent was left from that last forsaken day he made love to me.

Grant would deliver my meals to our room, and wait for me, making sure I'd eat and keep my strength.

"Don wanted you to live, it was his last words. And I'm making sure you do exactly that. I'm honoring his wishes." Grant said sternly as he watches me finish my meal. I was struggling to finish it, but I nodded to him.

I love him. I will do this for him. Even if it kills me on the inside. I will honor his wishes.

It was one week later when I could finally function. Grant had been communicating everything with me, he was the next Alpha and he has filled the role perfectly. The pack has the same respect towards Grant, as they did for Don.

Don...

"Hey...Rain, look you've made it through the week. He would be very proud of you. Come let me get you updated with our findings. I know you wanted to know about this earlier, but I think you're definitely ready now."

Grant let me into Don's working quarters, which was his now. My heart still breaks when I saw a bit of a piece of our memories in that place.

"Grant, I can't...not here please, still too much for me." I walked out of his quarters and into the common room. The place was empty, and I was glad for it. Then I heard Grant cursed behind me.

"Shit! I'm sorry Rain, I shouldn't...okay, let's just do it here. Let me get..."

"I'm moving out of the packhouse, I need my solitary." I blurted out my words.

"But I want to know, about what had exactly happened to Don before I leave. I think...I think I need to close this chapter of my life."

Grant looked taken back from my announcement, but he just nodded.

What you need to understand my dear readers, when losing a mate every werewolf deals with it differently. And we never questioned, we never even dare to convince one's decision on how they're going to live the rest of their mateless life.

As for me... being a young werewolf who had only spent three years of my life with my mate, the loss definitely cuts me deep and I have a long way to go. The future was looking very gloomy already for me without my mate.

"We will respect your decision and will help you with anything you need. In the meantime here's the report, do you want to read it in your privacy first? or do you want me to go through the report with you right now?"

I was caressing the title of the report. His name, my mate... he was nothing but a name on a piece of paper now. My heart breaks for him, I didn't understand how it could keep on breaking for him. I haven't felt my wolf since the day we buried him. I finally took a deep breath and told Grant that I'd take the report to my room.

"I will find you if I have any questions. But, I'll be going back to my old place maybe in three more days. Depends on how fast I can box our memories..."

That was the last straw, I finally break down and sobbed to his memories. Grant came to me and hold me in his arms, he has always been like a big brother and has always been very protective of me.

"I will avenge his death with you, just tell me when you want it to be done. You're a good man Rain, I know you're very special to him as he is to you. Read the report, it's doable. I'll gather the pack for you, they will make it happen. They love their Alpha, they will die for him."

"You are their Alpha now, you must lead the pack just as Don would've wanted you to. I will look into the report, and I'll contact you when the time comes."

Grant hold me awhile longer, then finally let me go when he was convinced that I was better. I retreated to our room, now my room. I sighed seeing the boxes of his clothes that I've been packing away...my tears fall freely and I finally slumped back to our bed, now my fucking bed.

I didn't know how other people, other werewolf survive this feeling, cause it ripped my heart every fucking time. It shreds me to pieces, the hurt never seemed to go away, it just cuts deeper every time. I didn't know how much longer I could stand it.

That afternoon I decided to go back to my old place and took the files with me. I just need to get away for a while. I called Grant before I leave, and checked in with him after I arrived at my place. It was my sanctuary, I was always at peace whenever I was there.

I was feeling better, my hands touch my book, my ingredients, my herbs, my powders, and lastly my witch journal. It was dusty, but I felt better. I inhale the familiar woodsy scent, and I was feeling my other witch half.

I took off my satchel and make myself a cup of coffee, then sit myself down and started reading the report. My eyes continue to scan the files and turn the pages, and then another, and another and I finally let out a curse. I quickly got up and get one of my ancestral witch books. The Demonology History, and flipped through the pages quickly. I know I've read about them before.

Then I found it The Demon Crawlers, not the highest level rank of a demon. They don't have the power to cross between realms, not unless they were summoned. I was taking my notes on the files. Grant's report was definitely not complete, since he didn't have the knowledge of the underworld. But what he did come up with, was the suspected group of people who summoned them.

But then it would get more complicated, than what he stated in his report. Because in order to avenge Don's death, things needed to be done correctly. The said group of accused people might defy our accusation, the demon crawlers must be found. They must be questioned in a way, and they must confirm our accusations. Then at that moment, we would avenge his death.

My blood rushed instantly, knowing that I have the knowledge to summon the demon. I had the power to prove the guilty party who is truly at fault. And even the month timing was right for the summoning of the crawlers demon. It needed to be done soon, or we need to wait it out until next year.

I quickly gathered all the necessary ingredients, and prepare the red candles. The summoning circle was drawn, the offering was placed, the copper seal was prepared. Then moments later I was chanting the old language and started my ritual.

My mind was thinking that I would call Grant later after I have successfully summoned the demon. It had been a while since I practice my witchcraft, and I didn't want to bother him should it fail.

But then I knew I had done it when the air suddenly changed. It got dense in an instant, the heat was suddenly unbearable, I was breathing heavily. Then it appeared before me, the tall figure which hunched low on the ground while its sharp claws try to reach me.

My heart beats faster, my blood boiled knowing that was exactly how my mate died by the demon. It would get me if I hadn't put a protection spell around me, but then it did get me when I provoke him with a series of questions.

I abruptly break the connection, and he quickly vanished. My thigh was badly sliced, I let out a loud growl and dispersed the circle then laid back in pain.

Fuck! I can't do this alone.

And at the exact moment, my wolf appeared. He was comforting me and was silently making a connection with Grant.

I could feel Grant's anger, but then darkness came to me as my energy was drained and blood was sipping out from my wound.

I'm sorry Don.

I will try again.

I will avenge your death.

"Shit Rain don't do this alone, I told you...I'll help you, the pack will help you. Anything Rain. This is not the fucking way!"

I could feel his rage, I could feel my body was being carefully carried back into my room. I saw our pack doctor, and then darkness came again. I didn't know how long I was out, but the sun was shining when I see Grant was pacing in my doorway talking on his phone.

I grunted as I try to get up, but then my thigh feels like it was going to rip apart. Grant quickly move to my side and gave me a glass of water and some pills.

"Drink this, to numb the pain..." he held my back to help me sit and swallow the pills.

"Thank you. I'm..."

"First of all... promised me you won't be doing that kind of stupid thing again without me or Grey. I'm not going to tell you again. Don would have my head for what just happened." He said in his stern manner.

"I know, I just thought it might not work...I haven't done it in a while, I didn't actually expect that it would work."

"Just as long as you know. So, what did you accomplished aside from the flesh ripping, painful wound to your thigh?" Grant asked taking a chair, flipping it to the front, and sat before me with his arms rest on the back of the chair.

I sighed and started telling him everything that had happened, and the conclusion. Grant nodded to my explanation and told me that he would get Grey involved in this matter. And that they would wait until I was better, to do another summoning.

"This healing process can be speed up you know that right?" I asked wanting to get my revenge settled quickly. Cause I already know that I could do it, and I wanted it to be dealt with soonest.

"Yes. I'm ahead of you, I already talked to the sheer and she will send The Healer to quicken your healing process. We should be able to start your ritual in a couple more days."

"I want it all to be over with, I want my peace for having avenged his death already. I'm tired Grant. I want to go to him, I've tried several times already but the thought of him being disappointed in me made me backed down. Every fucking time." I said wiping my tears roughly.

"I can't even begin to imagine what you're going through Rain, but I'm glad that you decided to stay and make him proud."

Grant moves to my side and gives me his brotherly hug. I stayed in his arms as he pulled me to sleep, and then darkness came to me as I close my eyes to sleep.

It was dark when the nightmare came. I saw him being torn apart by the demon creatures. I could hear his pain, his cry for help, while I was just standing there couldn't do anything. I couldn't reach him. He was crying out my name, he was begging me to come and save him.

I finally woke up drenched in sweat. My heart beats fast, my hands trembled and my tears fall freely. I got up and go to the kitchen, fighting my way through the pain, groaning, and excreting cold sweat.

"Hey...Rain, what are you doing up from the bed? Come on let me help you..."

"Grey, thanks...when... did...you get here..." I said while struggling with the pain, with each step that I took.

"Couple of hours ago. Grant didn't want me to leave you alone, and he was damn right about it."

"Thanks...nightmares. I need water for the pills, to help me get back to sleep."

"I know I have been busy for you, but Grant sends me to do dozens of errands. I hate that I couldn't be there for you, but I'm here now. Do you want to talk? Or...do you want me to tell you a dirty joke?" He said casually while giving me a glass of water.

Grey has always been the clown in our pack. He would always know what to say to rectify the situation and make everyone feels better.

"I'm as good as can be expected, Grey..." I sighed as he helps me to sit on the couch.

We talked for a while until he ushered me back to my bed. He stayed and told me about his duties until I fall back to sleep.

I could feel my body was burning up, my teeth chattered from the fever that I was suddenly experiencing. I could feel the warm sun was shining on my side of the bed, but my body shivered as I feel an immense rush of cold flowing throughout my body.

"Grey..." I could barely hear my voice, but he came to my side instantly.

"Shit! you're burning up...hang on the healer is scheduled to be here shortly, I was just on the phone with Grant."

Grey was helping me up to sit and was about to given the usual medication when there was a knock at the door.

"Hold on for me Rain...that must be him." He caressed my cheek and rested me back on the bed, after pulling and covering my body with the thick blanket.

He was back in seconds with Amos, the Healer. The older man looked at me with an understanding look. He knows about me and Don, it was not the first time that he saw me. Don had been injured several times in the past, but Amos had tried but fail to revive him on that forsaken day.

"My son. You are a strong man, you will live a long life..." he kept on speaking while preparing me for his ritual. The light blue candles were lit, the incense was burned, then he started chanting his spell.

I saw Grey looking at us from the far corner of the room, knowing that the ritual needs to be done exactly as is, without any interruption. Amos pulled away from my blanket and looked at my wound. He hovered his palms above it and start chanting the old language, I was familiar with the ritual but his power was above mine. He came from an older lineage of ancestral witches who were linked to kings and queens, and all the great leaders and warriors ever existed.

It was known among the witches that he works with Demon Buer, who is one of the demon Goetia which held the president rank with fifty legions under his reign. That said demon would appear and assist witches and healers in their rituals, but only a few had actually seen him.

The sandalwood scent was evident as the incense was placed by the foot of my bed. Then seconds later I could feel as the wounds were stitching itself back together, it felt like small needles were pinching my skin and sewing it closed although it had been stitched already by the pack doctor.

I was groaning and sweating bullets as the pain was getting to be unbearable, my hands were gripping the sheets while I try my hardest to keep my body still and let Amos do his work. His chants start to get louder as the air around us was getting thick. I was breathing through my mouth until he was silent in a matter of seconds then the hurt was gone and the fever vanished.

I finally sighed and try to sit myself up and rest my back to the headboard. I was feeling better already. It always confuses me, how his power can be so strong yet he couldn't save my Don.

And as if he could read my thoughts, which was exactly what the rumor was among the witches. Amos put his hand on my shoulder and shook his head knowingly.

"His death was planned by the gods above, you have to be strong. Happiness will come to you, the gods have other plans for you, and Don was just a small pawn in their great plan, just like I am right now."

"Amos..." my eyes started to get teary and my blood boil feeling my hate towards the gods.

Fuck the gods!

"No. Your next mission is to summon the Demon and avenge Don's death, then the wheels will be in motion and your faith will be revealed. All in good time son."

With those last words, he left me sitting alone thinking about my so-called future. To which I was dreading to face, not without Don, not without my mate.