The Beast's Virgin Claim

When Phobos had unbolted the door to his room dressed in a snug white shirt and baby blue jeans he resembled the juvenile male I was fond of. A look I hadn\'t seen him in for so long a look I had terribly missed. His eyes had widened too when he had examined me from head to toe lingering on my sky-blue floral dress.

Drakho stated he had taken this dress from my old pack when Phobos came to claim me for he thought it was pretty and that I would like to wear it at times here in the case I missed home and I was grateful to him for I had a lovely dress to wear to the party.

It was like time had halted as we stood still our mouths lightly open inspecting each other. He was my juvenile and I, his pup. It was as though we were travelling back in time for we were dressed as we once did and were leaving to the place we met and spent time together growing up.

It was both a saddening event and a delightful one to me for things between us were not how it was. That was the missing piece our old bond was stronger than what we held that very moment.

I was the first to break our eye contact as I hurriedly dressed in winter attire masking my dress from the wolves. It is cold here but back in Lumina\'s pack winter is still yet to come. I had stepped out of the cabin with my bag and waited for him by the stairs.

We shared a moment when he came out for when he shut the door to our cottage he had done the action so roughly that the accumulated snow from upon the shed had instantly slid down towards me with an immense speed.

Knowing it would hurt I braced myself as I clenched my eyes shut preparing to take the hit but Phobos was swift to grab me by my waist hugging me tightly to his chest as he shifted us turning his back towards the falling snow and it struck him hard.

My breath hitched for I had finally felt the warmth of his flesh and inhaled the rich sweetness of his scent. He had peered down lovingly at my features to check if I had gotten hurt somehow as he lifted his hand to tenderly brush the snow away from my nose and cheeks with his gloved fingers only to reach up and fix the flaps of my winter cap making sure it blanketed my ears well.

Once he felt satisfied he had let me go with no reluctance striding towards the parked truck meant for just the two of us. No wolf came to say goodbye for they were quite used to Phobos leaving as he frequently visited the castle since he was young but this would be the first time he would use one of his family\'s jets for travel.

The ride to where Lumina stated the plane would be waiting was too bitter but it did not sting like the biting atmosphere between us. Silence for the first time we had experienced as I speechlessly stared out the window whilst he drove us to the spot. Phobos had taken a different route a new one I was not informed of away from the wilderness. It took us some time to reach there for the dense snow which covered our paths made it challenging to drive.

Once we boarded the jet the situation was even more unfavourable for me. Despite being seated far away intentionally from him I was powerless against the rugged beauty of his features. The way he perched on that plush seat legs spread his elbow on the handset with his chin placed over his knuckles whilst he boredly glimpsed out the window.

I had missed seeing him like that. Dressed in casual apparel which made him look handsome rather than beastly and wild. He hadn\'t shaved for the party his beard was still long and untrimmed but I found him to be deadly entrancing either way. I knew the females there would surely go mad over his looks for he was what most females looked for in a way but I was not going to mind it. I simply wanted to have a good time and let my worries slip away for one day.

That night I had slept soundly in the room at the back of the plane and Phobos did not dare to enter for he rested comfortably slumped in his seat. It was quite chilly in the aircraft and my body demanded his warmth yet my pride did not let me go to him. I stayed beneath the thin covers trembling violently until sleep took me. I thought I would be strong my head held high my spine straight when I walked through the castle to the garden that I would not be swayed...until this very moment.

I cannot contain the rapid beats of my heart as I stroll beside Phobos to the place that once we called ours. His blazing orbs remain on me as I visibly shift farther to the side away from the scorching heat he radiates. I do not wish to be close to this male.

I am walking on a familiar route to a well-known location which I once cherished yet I cannot seem to enjoy it for my skin prickles to the sharp tension which consumes us. I know he is experiencing the same as what I am undergoing. Reminiscing of our childhood on these lands we spent together and how much we adored each other.

The castle is embracing us with open arms pushing us from both sides to converse with the other to resolve our differences and become one again. No, I do not wish to speak to him for the castle weakens my will and anything he shall do or say to me right now will be a prey net I will voluntarily fall into.

"Theia." He beckons me as a lover would a mellowness in his voice.

"You do not truly wish to discourse with me Phobos. It is just our memories imprinted within the soil of this place which stirs our emotions, ignore it." I tell him keeping my eyes forward taking huge steps in a hustle to enter the refuge of the garden which would provide me safety from him as we go our separate ways.

He sighs as though he is exhausted of this piping stress between us. If we were back in his pack he would have not given me another glance of acknowledgement but because we are here at the place where the root of our connection was birthed he feels a need to show his false affection towards me. It means nothing.

"Drah." He whispers shuffling forward at a brisker pace in an effort to caress my flesh to make me surrender and collapse into his trap.

"Do not touch me Phobos." There is a climb in my voice an explosion of fury that entangles with my weakness both fighting to conquer my emotions.

"You are my female."

"Now I am your female?" I scoff at this sly male he truly knows how to play with my feelings. Back at his home, he gave eight weeks to another female boldly showing me how he spent the majority of his time before he claimed me as his. Nothing seems to have truly changed between us I was simply blind. I was too trusting.

He works to once more arrest my body to mould with his but I am swift to dodge his advances leaping forward not wishing to give into the hypnotizing spell of the castle.. I seem to be stronger than him in surmounting it.