DARK ONE SHOTS | 18+ - Chapter 1: Chapter 1

"How long are you going to deprive our pack of heir?" Damp walls kept the shaky voice of elder within. The quivering flames of candles embedded around the gothic room symbolised the brooming storm within the vast room.
"There would be no successor" He simply said, finding the purpose of today's gathering useless. He was told a pressing matter awaited his attention, however when he sat down at the head of the table with his most trusted members around, they forwarded him what he had already pushed back several times.
As they yet again tried to convince him, he felt the urge to let his claw show themselves, to slither across the throats of wolves he had admired for decades if not centuries. Irritation was a small word. It was torture now; to sit down on the same table every week and have the despicable conversation every time.
He felt a warm hand resting on top of his clenched fist, momentarily calming his rage.
"Son, you might not see the consequences now, but when centuries will pass and our pack would be unable to represent itself with an Alpha like yourself, we will suffer devastatingly dear."
"She's a fucking human mother" He said what he said every week, with an unnecessary 'fucking' to emphasise how crucial the factor was to the future of their pack, "She won't be able to bear my pups"
"She will" the confident voice came from the young and dark witch sitting afar at the table, "If moon goddess paired you with her, she must have had a purpose. We performed the necessary ritual to ensure that our Luna will-"
"She is NOT your Luna", The table vibrated on its legs as his fist came slamming down on it.
Shivers erupted on all skins present. It was rare for him to use his Alpha voice in the room, but as it happened so, the topic was far more sensitive for the future of the pack.
No one had imagined a pack as impregnable as Red moon to be punished with a human as their Luna.
Alpha Draven had almost smacked himself in joy when he had first smelt her in the battlefield. Although it was hardly a battle, more of a plunder his pack was undertaking in a human village that despite several warnings had denied to vacate from the land.
Walking through the burnt homes and scathed dead bodies he had traced the entrancing smell of night blooming jasmine, the smell perfect for the enjoyable night he was having in the havoc. For time being, his wolf made him overlook the fact that he was in a village housed by humans, that there was still bloodshed occurring in the background.
He had only followed his instincts to the jasmine of the night, realising that just beyond the door of the small house would be his mate, the Luna of his pack, bearer of his pups. As soon as he kicked the door open, he was gifted with a sight of trembling woman. But that only lasted for a second as his vision was covered with incoming sight of flower pot, smashing right on his forehead. Alpha Draven didn't move, neither did he flinch, not feeling the need to. Not a drop of blood trickled down his head. Only that his gaze hardened at the sight of a young man in his mate's home. He looked shaken and sweaty looking at the Alpha, wondering how the strong pot had not incited even a scratch on his skin.
He didn't get much time with his thoughts. His throat was slit open by claw in an instant moment, his body slumping lifelessly to the ground, finally allowing Alpha to gaze upon his sacred possession.
She screamed, making her way to the body of dead man, holding his collar, shaking him as if he would wake up if she did. A wave of jealousy hit his wolf, his claws resurfacing yet again, a growl reverberating the hall, capturing her sought attention.
She didn't leave the dead man's side when she looked at him, readying herself to get butchered the same way her brother had. Emotions were hardly decipherable from her stricken eyes, but he caught the glimpse of rage.
He didn't care. In any way that there was, she was his now.
He had walked up to her, wishing a more closer look, effortlessly making her stand on her legs by the hold on her disheveled hair. She struggled in his arms, thrashing, slapping and thrusting.
He all but seemed to enjoy, a fiery mate was all he had asked for. His eyes flickered down to her covered breasts, supple ass and small waist. Although she was a lot smaller than he had anticipated, his wolf had growled in satisfaction, eager to fill her womb with his pups. Eventually his other hand found its hold on her small neck, liking the feeling of her entire life within its fingers, tightening its hold to test how it would feel, when he would push her against the wall and pound inside her from behind.
"What is your name?" he asked softly, letting his thumb assault her lip seductively, finding her struggles like feathers attacking his skin.
"Leave me alone" she had screamed, yet again trying to get rid of his hold by thrusting her fists on his chest, an act he would agree was far too sensual than hostile.
He felt the urge to mark her, then and there. Her smell though infiltrated with a hint of ash and dust was intoxicating. Her hatred becoming worrisome. His wolf urged him to mark her so she could never leave his side, that no man alive or dead would ever dare to touch her.
Her struggles increased when she found herself pushed against the wall, the insanely built man pinning her hands behind her back, dipping his head in the crook of her neck, sniffing like dog. The gruesome sight of her brother's body made her cry in agony, reminding her that she was now all alone in the sick world of beasts.
His teeth traced her skin like a threat, oddly elongating as if to bite, but before she knew it, he leaped several feet away from her, stricken as if he was the one bereft of his only family. He watched her like a contagious disease, regretting every second of breathing in her presence. And just as quickly he was out of her sight, barging out the door as if he hadn't had her pinned against the wall seconds ago.
In an evanescent moment when he had suppressed his wolf, realising that she was a mere human, living evidence of the twisted game moon goddess had played with him. He had ordered his beta to lock her up in the pack house, in a small room far away from his chamber. Although utterly useless he still intended to use her. And use he did, to calm his wolf when it wanted to wipe the entire humanity off earth. He had found himself standing outside her door far too many times than he had imagined, catching the faint scent of her existence to keep his wolf sane. And in the moments of impatience, he would even let himself in in the midnight hours, watching her sleep, sometimes briefly touching her hair, her skin.
She had resided in the very prison for a year. She had stopped asking what was the purpose of her imprisonment, just like she had stopped begging the maids to help her escape. Nothing worked. When she most expected a helping hand, she received a look of pity from the she wolves.
She was forced to sit in the strange ritual month ago, the young witch controlling her body like a puppet, making her repeat things she enchanted, the language far too abstruse to intersect her comprehension. The subtle smile on the young black woman's face had confirmed the ritual was successful, something that seemed to have brought content on faces of everyone present.
She didn't stretch her mind, not depicting curiosity in the ways of beasts. She had accepted there was no hope. She was alive, with a bed in a cold room, unnecessarily warm blankets and a shelf of books of her choice- the only source of her momentary escape, and that, was enough.
Ever since she was moved in, she had never been sick. The maids took care of her like a gentle, precious flower, accidently calling her Luna, then correcting themselves to Jasmine, a name Alpha had given her when she had denied to betray her identity- the last piece of her dignity. Except for one week immediately after the twisted ritual, when she had almost died. And just as surprisingly, all the she wolves seemed to have been prepared for her illness, as if exactly knowing what was coming. She had burnt the whole week, her mind seeking the touch of a man, the one particular that had kidnapped her.
She remembered moon being red then, the shining red light literally setting her on fire. No amount of wet wipes could satiate the heat her body radiated. Her hands had instinctively itched to move in between her legs hoping to calm the throb of her pussy, so much so that maids had to tie her hands to the bedpost, apologising for doing so, telling her that rubbing herself would more hurt her, than sooth the ache. Except her, everyone knew that was a lie.
Alpha had specifically demanded that she shall never be allowed to touch herself during her heat. He knew if she did, his wolf would send him into frenzy, fully taking control before mating her until he knotted inside her.
She had cried the whole night, trying to wiggle her hands out, to want the man she intuitively knew would satisfy her heat. But nothing seemed to work, the exudation in between her legs flowed in longing, only to be wiped by the maids at assistance.
She felt disgusted at her disease that had spurred out of nowhere on the night of red moon.
A moment of silence settled in the dark room.
"Tomorrow is red moon, she would be in heat, what do you plan to do Alpha?" Gamma Joaquin inquired in quiet tone, hoping to not pour oil in Alpha's anger.
"Just like the time before, Nothing" he said, dismissing the gathering, knowing her heat would cause him just as much pain as her.