His lips kept dominating mine, sucking each other as if we had never eaten anything else before. I couldn’t stop rubbing myself on his chest; my concealed moans from being devoured by his were driving him to the edge. I could feel his pre-cum in my hand. We weren’t ever supposed to mix; a black wolf mixing with a white wolf was the devil’s work at hand, yet here we were ravishing each other as if we needed one another like we needed air.

We were of the same height, yet built almost opposite, as a white wolf my complexion was white as dark snow, my eyes white as pearls, the moon shined through them, as tall but slim in body, I was no match for the man that roamed my now exposed chest with his though hand taping over my sensitive sore breasts, stretching my bare skin till he heard my cries muffled in his mouth, all as his other hand rubbed my front lower abdomen reaching enough to grab in between my legs pumping into me his thick finger, he kept rubbing my clit against his harsh palm, a man built as one of the gods, muscles covered his body, white pale skin with his clans black hair, eyes as black as the night with ice white Iris that would tear up your soul.

Lost in my mind he backs, I whimpered enticing him a growl, I could feel the damp moist in between my legs, I have been married to my chosen mate for years, never once had we laid together, our marriage was a simple agreement to win the war towards the man who has been ravishing me, now with his exposed body he takes my thighs lifting me up against my dresser, rips what’s left of my silver colored silk nightgown exposing my entire naked body, after raping me with his eyes, I couldn’t contain myself as I started to touch my sore skin, he removed his own garments not leaving his eyes from my now moist fingers, he takes my hand out of my sore body, taking me up against his hips my legs wrap around his lower abdomen I felt his member pressing on my hot core.

His voice laced in lust spoke, “I need you now, more than when I laid my eyes on you, my mate." Moving his hips, he ran his shaft on my core. My body moved to meet his, covering more of his shaft with my juices. “If we do this, there is no turning back." I had half asked him. I wanted him more than anyone in my life. How could fate be this evil to me?

My fated mate, who was so close to taking my virtue, just as before, the man who had declared his desire for my flesh now, as he did when we were young, was the current king, the king of the east side, yet just like my own pack, none who live in either kingdom know of our existence. To them, we are but their rulers; any accident, we are but their frightening story of werewolves. “I hold no Queen; you hold but a failed marriage. To a pathetic excuse for a ruler, who will you come to choose in the end? You belong to me! Mine!” He slowly rubbed his tip against my entrance; the heat of his coated cock made me quiver. As I whimper, the heat starts to become unbearable.

Taking his hair firmly in my hands, I pulled him closer. “It may be true, I am to be yours, but my marriage cannot fail; do not mistake my desires for my duty," he started to kiss me passionately. I never kissed a man; I had kissed a boy; I had him take my first; after such, I never saw the bare body of any man, for I laid every night after I had been we’d in the comfort of my solitude. As a young woman, I had my intimacy with his youth, which I believed would serve me as my everlasting memory. “Leave him, leave him or I’ll steal you away as my queen." I couldn’t bear the thought of leaving him again, yet I knew he meant his words. A knock on the door stopped us both. As we looked to the door, my white, long, thick hair fell over my sweating chest. “Who calls?” I asked in authority; I was still Queen.

“My Queen, your King, wishes you to visit his chambers this instant,” came the voice of his favorite servant. My heart sink. He never sends Isabella; under no circumstances does he ever send the love of his life to me. “Remain where you stand; I shall not be long." I ordered her in my aura; if I didn't, she would do as she pleases, the spoiled rat of my husband.

Letting go of my mate, he held tight on my hips. Looking deep in my eyes, I could see his pain. My heart felt heavy from the choices that were given to me; he knew, he knew my choice was him. As he let me go, walking away to take his ripped garments, my heart raced. If Isabella sees him in the state he is in, no doubt I will end up enduring the pain of my husband's wrath. Taking my robe on, I ran towards him, taking his shoulder. "Leonidas,” I said as the door opened to reveal Isabella, who now had a devilish expression.

Gulping my fears would consume me. I must not allow this wetch to control me. She has no power over a queen. Using my aura, I commanded her, “You shall not speak of this to anyone, that includes your king and lover. Head my words, you servant. I shall end you if you even try to fight my orders." She growled, just as Leonidas took her by the neck. “You dare to growl to your queen?” He snarls, returning to me all the arousal desires of our previous short encounter.

Isabella started choking on her breath. “Let her live; my king would punish me for harming his lover.” Finishing the last line to my command, Isabella was dropped. I laughed as she started to move backwards. This entire reason for remaining faithful will not last. Knowing this, I took the hand of my mate. The sparks that gave me warmth, soothing my fears, had pulled me to his naked chest. A purr escapes me as I lean to reach him in sweet kisses to his collarbone. He growls in agreement. “Mark my words, servant; you harm my mate, and I end you,” he threatened.

I gave him a small squeeze on his hand, making him look back at me. His expression softened. “I will return; it may not be tonight, but I will return to you." He pulled me to his lips with passion. I eagerly allowed his mouth to devour me, letting go. He looked at Isabella, stating a silent death threat. He hadn't let go of my hair, turning it sideways where my bare neck was exposed. With his mouth, he sucked on where his mark would be exposed too. I bit the insides of my mouth to not moan, even if the scent of my arousal was thick in the air.

As his lips left my neck, placing his thumbs on my lips softly, holding my small frame in his hands, he spoke almost out of breath, “If you do not return to me, he'll not save those who have harmed what is rightfully mine." Goosebumps rose all over my skin from his words. Taking a step away from this, he lets me go. Walking away, he had my long hair in his hands, smelling it as he slowly let it go from his hand. I could feel the tenderness behind his actions; he loved me.

Walking out of the room I was given, Isabella looked and decided to try something. She wanted to make sure I knew what she was capable of, but I refused to allow her any control. She and I grew together. Before we arrived, I felt the strength I had lost years ago. She was my most trusted maid, and now in my eyes, she is the gift I sent to my pig for a husband. They live their happy crystal globe of love for mates, and while I now get to live the life my heart so much desires, I felt the need to remind this servant of her place. Taking my nails, I extend them towards her neck.

Isabella held the door knob, my nails extended when she started to move in announcing us, and my nails touched her mate mark, the same one I did not accept. After everything that the devil did to me, wearing his mark would be the same as hating myself. She gulped out loud, "A reminder, Isabella, do not taunt me; you are not the ruler; never will you be Queen; just remember your place, and all is good.” She gulped once more when she announced it. “My King, your Queen is here, as you requested.” A growl was heard from the inside of the room. Many would say I should not fear my husband because he is not as strong as my mate, but what is frightening is his mind. The doors opened to his room, and Isabella walked towards her mate. All while his eyes were on the map on the table he had set up in the middle of his room, he looked awful.