Stefan’s POV
“Alpha, your mother is requesting to see you.”
I growl and turn around, glaring at the guard who just walked in. “I said I don’t want to hear anything from her! What part of that don’t you understand?”
He cowers and bows his head even further, so much he might strain his neck. “She has not eaten for three days, Alpha. She’s threatening to starve herself to death.”
“Let her die!” I snap. “It’ll save me the burden of having committed matricide.”
He bows again, this time from his waist. “Yes, Alpha!” Then he scurries away.
I swear if anyone else comes back here with that woman’s name on their lips, I’ll throw them into the dungeon with her.
Fuck.
Why did I bother bringing her with me?
She never did anything for me.
She always said I was a disgrace to her bloodline. She had expected me to beat my half-brother in succeeding our father as Alpha of our pack, but all that went down the drain when I transitioned for the first time and it was discovered that my wolf was blind.
When my father threw me into a dungeon and disowned me right afterwards, she did nothing to save me. She was way too concerned about her reputation to care about her own son.
How could a blind wolf be an Alpha? My disability robbed her of any hope she had of having an upper hand in the pack. Even as Luna, she never enjoyed the same privileges the first Luna had.
While my stepmother had been my father’s fated mate, my mother’s mating to him had been of convenience, after his first mate’s death.
My father always favoured my half-brother, and to be honest, I had no problem with that.
Noah was a good brother to me, and I always looked forward to becoming his Beta one day. I never let my mother know I was content enough to be second to him, of course. But all that ceased to matter once my wolf turned out blind.
Throughout the five years I remained imprisoned in the dungeon, my mother showed up a handful of times. But never to comfort me. All she did was throw spiteful words at me and call me a useless son.
So I have no idea why I bothered giving her a new life after my old pack was crushed.
How dare she think she has a say on how I lead my life, who I mate, and how I lead my pack?
She better pray that Mari gets better. Because if she doesn’t?
I’ll exterminate her and everyone in her house.
There’s a knock on the door to my office, and then my guard’s voice comes through. “The healer wants to see you, Alpha.”
“Send her in,” I call out.
The doors open and the woman rushes into the office. Bowing hastily, she begins, “Alpha, she’s awake!”
The moment the words register in my mind, I rush out through the door, not waiting for another word.
It’s been an agonizing three days and nights. I almost thought I was losing her!
I take the stairs three at a time. I’m aware of the healer rushing after me, saying something, but I don’t pay attention.
I can’t get to her soon enough. I should have been there when she opened her eyes.
I burst through the doors to her room. Then come to a halt just inside the room when I notice her state.
She’s sprawled on the bed, the covers thrown to the floor, her nightdress gone. She’s writhing, her legs thrown apart while her hand travels between her breasts and down to her sex.
Her scent hits me like a freight train.
My cock stirs behind my pants, awakening, ready to take her.
Someone talks behind me. The healer? I can’t hear what she’s trying to say.
I turn around. “Leave!” I order, my voice absolute.
I know I don’t need to say it twice when her eyes widen, then she steps backwards and closes the door behind her.
I step towards the bed, each step painful as my body roars with a need I’ve never felt before. I haven’t even touched her yet, and I’m about ready to burst from how bad I want her.
She reaches for me, her fingers straining. “Please,” she moans, her voice strained. “I need you.”
Does she know what’s happening to her? Does she know that she’s no longer human? Will she hate me if I serve her body right now when she isn’t fully aware of what’s going on with her?
“Please,” she begs again, her other hand moving between her legs. “Take me, now.”
She saws her legs together as she pleads, her face contorting in what appears to be a mixture of pain and pleasure.
My member pulsates behind my pants, growing painful. Fuck, I need to be in her, right now.
It’s the only way to get her through this. And…
I groan as I feel the stirring of my beast. Even if I could somehow find the energy to say no, to turn back and leave her in this state, my wolf wouldn’t let me. I wouldn’t make it.
“It’s okay,” I tell her, reaching for my shirt buttons. I undo them quickly, then push the cloth off my shoulders and back. “I’ll take care of you.”
Next goes my shoes and my pants, and then I’m standing next to her on the bed, my manhood straining.
She doesn’t wait.
She rises to her knees and grabs me by the waist, pulling me down. She lays down on the bed and brings me with her, pulling me over her body. Her legs spread beneath me, spraying on each side of my hips.
Her skin is hot, her scent the only thing I can smell in the room. As our bodies come together, my cock brushing against her sex. She’s wet, too wet, her juices coating my head with just a single touch.
If this were any other time, I would have spent time worshipping her body, working up her arousal and teasing her to the brink of ultimate abandon. But this is no time for that.
I push into her opening, groaning as she welcomes me, her muscles clenching around me tightly. Her hands crawl my back, and I know there’s going to be marks later.
I drive my entire length into her and can’t help the shout that leaves my mouth when our bodies connect completely.
“Yes,” she seethes, her voice sounding like magic to my ear. “Fuck me, please.”
If her scent and heat weren’t enough to drive me crazy, her words are the last nail in that coffin.
My hips draw back, pulling my length almost all the way out. Then they slam back, driving home. Intoxicating sounds leave her mouth as I repeat the motion, driving into her harder each time I pull back.
The room fills with her sexy sounds, my groans, and the sound of our bodies slapping together.
I draw back, pulling all the way out of her, and she whines, lifting her head to see what’s up.
I hook a hand around her waist and turn her body, laying her on her stomach. Then, hooking my hand around her lower abdomen, I pull her towards me, lifting her to her knees and bringing her ass towards my crotch.
I guide my cock back into her, and a long sound of satisfaction leaves her lips.
My hips thrust even more powerfully now, and I feel my release coming fast as I reach deeper into her. But I’m not going anywhere until she comes. And she’s about to, soon.
I know because of a lot of things—her sounds, her scent, and the way her body begins to tremble beneath me.
Then it happens.
She cries out, her body tensing up as her vagina clenches my cock, milking me into her womb. I groan and arch my back as I shoot my seed inside her, my member spasming inside her.
Her body goes lax, and I let her lay down on the bed. I don’t pull out. Instead, I keep my body in place above hers as I lay down too.
Because I know we are not done.
Not even close.