THE ALPHA’S DESTINY 2 (Fulfilling The Prophecy) - Chapter 1: Chapter 1
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???'s POV
6 YEARS AGO (Before Zander and Hazel met)
He sat at the bar and analyzed the time on his yellow-gold Rolex wristwatch. It was half-past midnight.
"Donovan, get me a couple more shots of whiskey," he barked.
He was pissed. He was supposed to meet up with someone, but the person never showed up.
He drank the shots and obtained a few more.
He could sense eyes on him, so he craned his neck to his left, and that's when he saw her. She wore a tight black leather dress that emphasized her curves. Her breasts were struggling to remain covered behind the skimpy material.
She caught him glancing at her and her lust overflowed. She licked her lips and cupped her breasts pushing them up towards her neck. She slid from the booth where she sat and strutted her way over to him.
He examined the way she wiggled her hips while taking small steps towards him. She wore those hooker stilettos, the ones with the thick platforms and slender heels. He zoomed in his were-vision, and he spotted an interpretation of a half-naked woman masturbating on the side of her shoes.
She perched on the stool next to him. "Hello, there sexy." She had a southern American accent, maybe Texan or Alabamian. Shit! He didn't care. "Are ya looking for some fun tonight, babe? Because I can show ya a pretty wild time," she leaned over the counter so that he could have a better look down her cleavage.
He didn't answer her, he just emptied his remaining shots of alcohol. The she-wolf admired the colour of his eyes. She had never seen a more beautiful shade of green. She reckoned he was the most handsome man she'd ever encountered.
She watched the sexy wolf, but the more she tried to gain his attention, the more he ignored her. She didn't like the feeling of being rejected. "Listen here, buddy, I can get any one of these assholes in this bar to fuck me, but I chose you. You should be fucking lucky," she spat. He turned and saw her eyes, and they were as black as coal. Her wolf was angry, and that made him intrigued.
"Where are you from, she-wolf?"
Her wolf relaxed as she heard the sweet humming tone of his voice. "Dallas, Texas," she replied.
"Hmm," he held her gaze, and he noticed her almond-shaped eyes, they were a lovely shade of brown. "So what brings you to Canada?"
"I'm here for some big meeting that's taking place at Alpha Zander's pack mansion. I heard that werewolves from all over the world are going to be there," she scoffed. He examined her heart-shaped face. She didn't seem very pleased about Alpha Zander. She saw the amusement dancing in his eyes. "Oh shit! I beg your pardon, you're probably from these parts, so that would make you apart of Alpha Zander's pack," she apologized.
He chortled. He wanted to know what she thought about the Alpha. "What do you know about him?" She looked at him puzzled, and he picked up on her confusion. "Right, you don't know him, so let me ask you another question. What do other werewolves say about him?"
She hesitated, she knew it was wrong to speak ill against an Alpha, furthermore to do it in the presence of one of his pack members seemed suicidal. But his eyes could make any she-wolf break the rules. "They claim he's a demon wolf that got mad after his parents died, then he went on a rampage killing thousands of wolves. Rumour has it he is the only werewolf known to stay in his wolf form for 6 months," she sighed. Oh, and my..." she trailed off.
"Go on, sweets," he ran his hand up her thigh as a form of encouragement. She gulped and continued.
"One of my friends told me that he's a beast..."
He interrupted her speech with his boisterous laughter. "Sweets, aren't we all beasts? I mean, we are werewolves."
The she-wolf giggled and swatted his chest, "No, silly. I was gonna say that she told me he's a beast in bed. She mentioned he fucked her once, and after, she couldn't move for hours. She also stated that another she-wolf fucked him, and he didn't cum at all, he just kept on going and going for 5 hours straight..."
He zoned her out again. He hated girls that talk too much. Once again the she-wolf saw him losing interest, so she went in for the kill. She made the bold move of palming his cock through his trousers. She gasped at how huge it was. "So you do want me, you're already so hard."
He squeezed her hand and removed it from his crotch. "I'm far from hard, sweets."
She winced from the pain of his grip. It took her a while to register what he said, but when she did a small moan escaped her plump, pink lips. Her eyes went wide and her heart rate skyrocketed.
She looked at him with hunger in her eyes. He knew what she was thinking. He knew she wanted him; she wanted to fuck.
He ran his hand up her dress. "You want me to fuck you..., don't you?"
Her arousal was clawing at his senses.
His ears perked at the rapid sounds of her breathing, and he could feel the intense heat radiating from her pussy.
He saw the way her body severely trembled with desire at the sound of his raspy voice. He could detect the sweet smell of her juicy pussy.
'She smells like a virgin,' his wolf declared, but he didn't care. He was tipsy and pissed. He needed to fuck.
He downed a few more shots of whiskey then he pulled her by the arm and dragged her to his 2014 white Lamborghini. He opened the door and helped her in the front seat, then he jumped in the driver's chair and drove off to the mansion.
Thirty minutes later and they arrived. "Wow, this place is huge," the she-wolf admired the grandeur structure. He did not have time for that. He felt the alcohol wearing off.
"Let's go," he lifted her and threw her over his shoulders then bolted inside the mansion and up the stairs. He steadied her on her feet. She was again marvelled by the decor of the impressive mansion.
"Is this your quarters?" she inquired.
He didn't hear a fucking word she said. All he could focus on was the pink nipple peeking out at him. It must have slipped out when he was carrying her over his shoulder. He made one huge step and grabbed her roughly in his arms. She began to say something again.
"You fucking talk too much," he smashed his lips against hers, and she moaned out in pleasure. He flicked the exposed nipple between his fingers. She groaned in ecstasy. He needed to be in her now! "Take your clothes off," he demanded. She just stood there with an indecisive look on her face. "Why so hesitant, young wolf, when your pussy has made up its mind?" He took a sniff and watched as she tried to collect her thoughts."I already know you're a virgin if that's what you're worried about."
"I thought because you're drunk you didn't pick up on the fact."
Shit! The alcohol had completely vanished from his system, and he realized that he couldn't take advantage of this poor young virgin. "How old are you by the way?"
"I'm 19. How old are you?"
"21. But why are you dressed like a prostitute?"
"I just needed to be someone else tonight and do something without my father's permission."
He gave her a pitied look, she took that as an invitation, and jumped in his arms and sucked on his lips. "Look, If you were any other she-wolf I would fuck you raw, but you are a virgin and I won't do that to you," he gently pushed her away.
She was hurt. "Look here asshole, the only reason I went out tonight was so that I could meet someone who would fuck me, so if you are not that someone, then I don't need you to be wasting my time," she spun on her heels and headed for the door. Under any other circumstance, he would have clawed her throat out for talking to him like that, but he couldn't. The poor thing was clueless.
He thought about what she said. He could smell she was telling the truth, and he knew another wolf would presumably treat her like trash and he didn't want her first time to be like a cheap one-night-stand, at least he'd tell her the truth before he fuck her.
He circled his fingers around her wrist and pulled her against his chest."This is just a one-time thing. I don't date, I don't do girlfriends and I don't make love; I fuck...HARD," he warned her. "If we do this you can't be clingy and you will leave afterwards, got it?"
The she-wolf nodded her head. "Yes, I understand."
"Now take your fucking clothes off," he ordered. He sat on the bed with his knees apart, and watched the she-wolf slide the tight fabric down her body. She tried to remove her shoes. "No, leave those on," he licked his lips and smirked at her. "Now come here."
???'s POV
6 YEARS AGO (Before Zander and Hazel met)
He sat at the bar and analyzed the time on his yellow-gold Rolex wristwatch. It was half-past midnight.
"Donovan, get me a couple more shots of whiskey," he barked.
He was pissed. He was supposed to meet up with someone, but the person never showed up.
He drank the shots and obtained a few more.
He could sense eyes on him, so he craned his neck to his left, and that's when he saw her. She wore a tight black leather dress that emphasized her curves. Her breasts were struggling to remain covered behind the skimpy material.
She caught him glancing at her and her lust overflowed. She licked her lips and cupped her breasts pushing them up towards her neck. She slid from the booth where she sat and strutted her way over to him.
He examined the way she wiggled her hips while taking small steps towards him. She wore those hooker stilettos, the ones with the thick platforms and slender heels. He zoomed in his were-vision, and he spotted an interpretation of a half-naked woman masturbating on the side of her shoes.
She perched on the stool next to him. "Hello, there sexy." She had a southern American accent, maybe Texan or Alabamian. Shit! He didn't care. "Are ya looking for some fun tonight, babe? Because I can show ya a pretty wild time," she leaned over the counter so that he could have a better look down her cleavage.
He didn't answer her, he just emptied his remaining shots of alcohol. The she-wolf admired the colour of his eyes. She had never seen a more beautiful shade of green. She reckoned he was the most handsome man she'd ever encountered.
She watched the sexy wolf, but the more she tried to gain his attention, the more he ignored her. She didn't like the feeling of being rejected. "Listen here, buddy, I can get any one of these assholes in this bar to fuck me, but I chose you. You should be fucking lucky," she spat. He turned and saw her eyes, and they were as black as coal. Her wolf was angry, and that made him intrigued.
"Where are you from, she-wolf?"
Her wolf relaxed as she heard the sweet humming tone of his voice. "Dallas, Texas," she replied.
"Hmm," he held her gaze, and he noticed her almond-shaped eyes, they were a lovely shade of brown. "So what brings you to Canada?"
"I'm here for some big meeting that's taking place at Alpha Zander's pack mansion. I heard that werewolves from all over the world are going to be there," she scoffed. He examined her heart-shaped face. She didn't seem very pleased about Alpha Zander. She saw the amusement dancing in his eyes. "Oh shit! I beg your pardon, you're probably from these parts, so that would make you apart of Alpha Zander's pack," she apologized.
He chortled. He wanted to know what she thought about the Alpha. "What do you know about him?" She looked at him puzzled, and he picked up on her confusion. "Right, you don't know him, so let me ask you another question. What do other werewolves say about him?"
She hesitated, she knew it was wrong to speak ill against an Alpha, furthermore to do it in the presence of one of his pack members seemed suicidal. But his eyes could make any she-wolf break the rules. "They claim he's a demon wolf that got mad after his parents died, then he went on a rampage killing thousands of wolves. Rumour has it he is the only werewolf known to stay in his wolf form for 6 months," she sighed. Oh, and my..." she trailed off.
"Go on, sweets," he ran his hand up her thigh as a form of encouragement. She gulped and continued.
"One of my friends told me that he's a beast..."
He interrupted her speech with his boisterous laughter. "Sweets, aren't we all beasts? I mean, we are werewolves."
The she-wolf giggled and swatted his chest, "No, silly. I was gonna say that she told me he's a beast in bed. She mentioned he fucked her once, and after, she couldn't move for hours. She also stated that another she-wolf fucked him, and he didn't cum at all, he just kept on going and going for 5 hours straight..."
He zoned her out again. He hated girls that talk too much. Once again the she-wolf saw him losing interest, so she went in for the kill. She made the bold move of palming his cock through his trousers. She gasped at how huge it was. "So you do want me, you're already so hard."
He squeezed her hand and removed it from his crotch. "I'm far from hard, sweets."
She winced from the pain of his grip. It took her a while to register what he said, but when she did a small moan escaped her plump, pink lips. Her eyes went wide and her heart rate skyrocketed.
She looked at him with hunger in her eyes. He knew what she was thinking. He knew she wanted him; she wanted to fuck.
He ran his hand up her dress. "You want me to fuck you..., don't you?"
Her arousal was clawing at his senses.
His ears perked at the rapid sounds of her breathing, and he could feel the intense heat radiating from her pussy.
He saw the way her body severely trembled with desire at the sound of his raspy voice. He could detect the sweet smell of her juicy pussy.
'She smells like a virgin,' his wolf declared, but he didn't care. He was tipsy and pissed. He needed to fuck.
He downed a few more shots of whiskey then he pulled her by the arm and dragged her to his 2014 white Lamborghini. He opened the door and helped her in the front seat, then he jumped in the driver's chair and drove off to the mansion.
Thirty minutes later and they arrived. "Wow, this place is huge," the she-wolf admired the grandeur structure. He did not have time for that. He felt the alcohol wearing off.
"Let's go," he lifted her and threw her over his shoulders then bolted inside the mansion and up the stairs. He steadied her on her feet. She was again marvelled by the decor of the impressive mansion.
"Is this your quarters?" she inquired.
He didn't hear a fucking word she said. All he could focus on was the pink nipple peeking out at him. It must have slipped out when he was carrying her over his shoulder. He made one huge step and grabbed her roughly in his arms. She began to say something again.
"You fucking talk too much," he smashed his lips against hers, and she moaned out in pleasure. He flicked the exposed nipple between his fingers. She groaned in ecstasy. He needed to be in her now! "Take your clothes off," he demanded. She just stood there with an indecisive look on her face. "Why so hesitant, young wolf, when your pussy has made up its mind?" He took a sniff and watched as she tried to collect her thoughts."I already know you're a virgin if that's what you're worried about."
"I thought because you're drunk you didn't pick up on the fact."
Shit! The alcohol had completely vanished from his system, and he realized that he couldn't take advantage of this poor young virgin. "How old are you by the way?"
"I'm 19. How old are you?"
"21. But why are you dressed like a prostitute?"
"I just needed to be someone else tonight and do something without my father's permission."
He gave her a pitied look, she took that as an invitation, and jumped in his arms and sucked on his lips. "Look, If you were any other she-wolf I would fuck you raw, but you are a virgin and I won't do that to you," he gently pushed her away.
She was hurt. "Look here asshole, the only reason I went out tonight was so that I could meet someone who would fuck me, so if you are not that someone, then I don't need you to be wasting my time," she spun on her heels and headed for the door. Under any other circumstance, he would have clawed her throat out for talking to him like that, but he couldn't. The poor thing was clueless.
He thought about what she said. He could smell she was telling the truth, and he knew another wolf would presumably treat her like trash and he didn't want her first time to be like a cheap one-night-stand, at least he'd tell her the truth before he fuck her.
He circled his fingers around her wrist and pulled her against his chest."This is just a one-time thing. I don't date, I don't do girlfriends and I don't make love; I fuck...HARD," he warned her. "If we do this you can't be clingy and you will leave afterwards, got it?"
The she-wolf nodded her head. "Yes, I understand."
"Now take your fucking clothes off," he ordered. He sat on the bed with his knees apart, and watched the she-wolf slide the tight fabric down her body. She tried to remove her shoes. "No, leave those on," he licked his lips and smirked at her. "Now come here."
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