Lycanthropy

Chapter Chapter Sixty-One



“No my King, there were no scents, marks, footprints or whatever clue you can think of, whatsoever. Whoever attacked us, is silent, light-footed and definitely not a werewolf or a Lycan.” Aron said to my grandfather.

It had been a few days later now, where several other wolves, from not only our pack, but from other packs on the northern continent too, had been taken away. The only thing that we could calculate on, is that they all were snatched away in the night.

We had been searching every day for them, when the sun shone, and had put curfew up at sunset. Even our patrolling teams had existed of at least ten wolves, to make sure that if something had happened at least one of them would be able to tell what had happened, or how the attackers looked like.

Furthermore, one of the first three warriors that got attacked, unfortunately didn’t make it. His body couldn’t cope with the massive amount of blood loss. And the other two weren’t doing great either, they couldn’t walk, as all their muscles had perished from the drainage.

Which is what it was, as Kari the doctor had found puncture wounds on the wrists of the warriors. They were probably drained of their blood and hadn’t healed because there was hardly any blood left, for them to heal at all.

We sat around a table in one of the rooms in Aron’s packhouse. I just sat back and didn’t say a word. Actually, I haven’t spoken any word for two days now. All I did was sleep and eat, and didn’t bother to think about what to do anymore. I didn’t even have the urge to get intimate with Aron.

Of course I was stressed for our pack members, I hated that they had been captured, and that one had passed away. But I couldn’t handle the fact that I’m not able to grant Aron his pups, or grant my grandfather a new heir. I never thought about the possibility of becoming a mother, as I'm not a caring person at all. So it is terrifying me to even think about becoming one.

But all the power that I have, as Queen of six packs, as future Queen of a whole continent and as Luna for Aron, just fell in the water by not being able to reproduce.

Subconsciously I had pulled up my knees and had wrapped my arms around them. I pushed myself around in the desk-chair, not wanting to listen to whatever plan Aron was cooking up, together with my grandfather.

All this time, that I have been alive, I never felt this miserable. I had pushed Daniel away for claiming that he wasn’t worthy enough, and now that I have found one that I found worthy, it turns out that I myself am not worthy towards him. Typical.

We hadn’t found the attackers, and I couldn’t get pregnant, I’m a worthless Luna.

“Since when do you get all insecure?” Dakota sneered at me.

“I’m not, I’m just stating the facts.”

“No you are not. You are being a lousy bitch right now!” Dakota yelled. “Weren’t you the one who said, that we had faced too much to give up?” She asked me, and I nodded mentally.

“And aren’t you the one who claims that whatever threat you make, is a promise that you keep?” She asked me now, and I rolled my eyes.

She is right though.

“Damn straight I am! I won’t allow you to mope around here, and just give up on finding those bastards! It is night now, let’s provoke them! Let’s lure them out to where we want to!” Dakota suggested sternly.

Which is actually a good idea. They are blood-draining-motherfuckers, so let’s pull them in with a taste of their own!

My grandfather looked strange towards me, as I turned around in my chair. He tapped his head and only then I remembered the fact that we have a mind-link due to our family-bond. He had heard what I had planned in my head, and repeated my mind towards Aron.

“Well at least you talk to your wolf.” Aron commented.

“Sorry. It’s just, you know…” I whispered.

Aron got up from his chair, and walked over to me. He grabbed me by the waist and lifted me up on the table. I heard my grandfather chuckle and without a word he left the room. My eyes drifted towards the glass wall, where I saw my grandfather disappear behind, and then Aron touched my chin and pushed it back towards him.

He stood in between my legs now, waist high, and looked me in the eyes. His dark eyes consumed him for a moment, but quickly Aron took control over Úlfur again.

We only had sex once, at my grandfather’s house, and ever since then I was non-stop thinking about his body, and what I could do with it. Until my mind got terrorized with plenty of troubles, so I couldn’t submit to getting intimate with him. He knew this, and was devastated by the news of me being barren, as I could feel his emotions. But the way he is looking at me now, is confusing me.

“Haven’t I told you that I am not angry towards you?” He asked me.

“Yes, you have. But I can’t shake the shame that I’m not able to…”

“Don’t say that.” He interrupted me. “You told me that this Milos wasn’t able to get your uterus out, and you got into heat, so your body is fighting against the incapability. That must mean something, and I’m sure that life will find its way.” He continued.

I looked into his eyes, and I could feel the love behind his words. He wasn’t going to give up.

“Besides…” He whispered to me, as he kissed along the edges of his mark in my neck, and I felt shivers running down my spine.

“…I’m not going to stop loving how your body reacts to my touches, and I’ll make sure you will scream my name…” He continued, while shoving his hands underneath my shirt, making me force to lift my arms as he took the shirt off and threw it away.

“…each and every damn day of the week.” He said as he kissed the cushions of my tits, and slowly pushed aside my bra to be able to suck on my nipple.

I moaned out loud, and pushed my depression into a deep corner of my mind.

“I will make your pussy suck my cock dry, until your womb is forced to accept my seed.” He whispered and I could feel his dick push through his pants, and against my now aching pussy.

I don’t know if it is possible that my uterus is going to heal ever, as it is like this for over a decade already, but I’m not going to contradict his statement. If he is willing to try and get me pregnant, no matter how slim the odds, then I will let him pursue his efforts.

“Yes, because that is the only reason, you want your insides to be painted white!” Dakota howled half complaining, half in pleasure.

I chuckled lightly and Aron did the same.

“I bet Dakota isn’t going to stop me from trying. Is she?” Aron asked me.

“No she isn’t. In fact, I’m sure that she would want you to try at least twice a day.” I said to him, while nipping at the flesh of his neck.

“Twice huh?”

“Yep.”

“That’s not even close to how many times I had in mind!” He roared and ripped my bra, pants and panties off of me.

I know we should be luring the bad guys out of their hiding, and I know we should think up a tactical plan… But logic is not part of my mind right now.


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