Moon String

Mine

Chapter Nine: Mine

Vaelric's POV

I decided to go for a walk and patrol the borders, take a look at the pack's borders and then I saw it.

Lots of rogue wolves were lurking near the pack's borders. This wasn't right. I knew I couldn't attack them.

It was against the werewolf laws to attack a rogue that wasn't in our territory.

So I patiently waited for them to step into the pack's borders. Just as I expected,my patience paid off.

The patrol guards wanted to chase after the rogues but I ordered them not to. It's been a while since I had a good kill and my wolf was practically begging to be let out and kill them. He enjoyed kills with utmost pleasure.

I chased the rogues, in my wolf form,fear evident in their yellow pale eyes. Just the way I liked it.

I loved seeing that look of fear and helplessness in the eyes of my prey.

It gave me thrills and a twisted sense of pleasure.I took them down one by one. It was fun. I f*****g loved this.I kept chasing them deeper and deeper into the woods.

The hunt was pure ecstasy.

I tore through the forest in full wolf form, black fur streaked with silver under the moonlight, jaws already stained with the blood of the first three rogues.

Their fear was thick in the air, sweet and intoxicating. My wolf, leo, howled with savage delight as we drove the remaining five deeper into the trees.

Faster. Tear them apart. Make them suffer. my wolf said.

I lunged, claws ripping into the hindquarters of the nearest one. He screamed.I was about to finish him off then suddenly an arrow from nowhere stuck in me at my side.

A small pain exploded at side

I snarled and twisted, the shaft was buried deep between my ribs, and the metal tip burned hotter than any ordinary silver. I ripped it out with my teeth, spat it onto the forest floor, and kept running. A wound like this should have already begun to close.

I ignored it and kept going for my prey. That arrow was nothing compared to my strength or so I thought.Ten minutes later, I realized the arrow had been laced with silver and a strong poison

Silverthorn

A rare, enhanced poison distilled from pure silver, black wolfsbane, and the venom of a rare shadow serpent. It is one of the few substances in existence capable of truly weakening a Lycan King. It burns through the bloodstream like liquid fire, suppresses shifting, severs the mind-link, and slowly drains strength.

It was very rare and expensive to find, that's when I realized that this must have been a trap all along.it's not possible for an ordinary rogue to get their hands on this. This must have been the work of my enemies.

Then the burning started.

It wasn’t the usual sting of silver. This was deeper. Spreading. Like molten metal pouring through my veins, crawling toward my heart and lungs. My powerful legs suddenly felt heavy. My vision blurred at the edges. The mind-link I always kept open to my pack… flickered.

I tried to reach for them.

Nothing.

Silence.

The link was dead. Completely severed.

I staggered, slamming into a tree as another wave of fire ripped through my body. My massive form trembled.

For the first time in years, I felt my strength slipping through my claws like sand.

A low, furious growl tore from my throat.

“No…”

I forced myself to keep moving, but each step was slower. Heavier. My wolf was roaring inside my skull, thrashing against the poison, but even Leo was growing weaker. The silverthorn was working too fast. Whoever made this knew exactly what they were doing.

I collapsed onto my side in a small clearing, chest heaving. The wound in my ribs pulsed with every heartbeat, black veins already spreading beneath my fur. I tried to shift back to human form. My body refused. The poison locked me in place.

Rage and disbelief crashed through me in equal measure.

I was Vaelric.

The Lycan King.

The strongest of our kind.

And yet here I lay… poisoned, isolated, and growing weaker by the second.

I threw my head back and let out a long, agonized howl that shook the trees. It was not a call for help. It was pure, raw fury.

Whoever had done this would die screaming.

I would make sure of that

But first… I had to survive the night.

I could only howl in pain as I felt searing pain all over my body.

I had howled for gods know when until...smelt a delicious smell of vanilla flavour with a soothing scent approaching.

My wolf was already weakened so it took me a while for me to realize that that was the scent of my MATE .MINE.

And she doesn't seem like she recognizes me...

I couldn't sense her wolf so I assumed that's why she couldn't recognize me.She got closer to me and started talking.

I was already very weak so I couldn't pay attention to what she was saying.

Damn she was so beautiful in ways I couldn't explain.She had that perfect figure I had always imagined for my mate.

My wolf instantly calmed down in spite of the searing pain. My wolf wants to go to her. It wants her to touch him.

She started tending to my wounds and my wolf went closer to her and licked her thighs. Gosh she tastes so divine. Leo, my wolf, says while sniffing her.

After some time my wolf felt strong due to the herbs she administered on me.She took out her violin from her bag and began playing the most soothing sound I've ever heard

.She fell asleep in my arms and looked so cute While she slept. I changed back to my human form and got a blanket for her and carried her to a nearby ,well hidden cave.

I fought so hard to stop myself from f*****g her senseless while she slept.

My wolf wasn't making things better, he kept imagining how she would look without clothes.

The blanket had slipped down to her waist during the night, exposing her bare shoulders. I looked away from her shoulders. They seemed like they were inviting me to come mark her.

My eyes fell on the swell of her breast, rising and falling with each inhale. I had just noticed how big her t**s were.

For her petite frame, that seemed a lot. I wondered what her pink n*****s would taste in his mouth.

"f**k!!, Leo stop putting those images in my mind!" I screamed internally at my wolf.

"Don't blame me, I'm not even doing anything" Leo retorted with a snort.

The blanket clung to her waist and to the flare of her hip, outlining the shape of her like a sculptor's finished masterpiece.

My MATE

MINE..

The sound thundered in my chest like a second heartbeat. I swallowed hard, throat dry.

My c**k was already heavy and aching, pressed insistently against the thin fabric of my pants. What made it unbearable was the fact that I was naked.i had already shifted to my human form.

My c**k was twitching at the mere sight of her like this. The primal urge surged through me, hot and demanding: to peel her panties away, and slide my hand along the inside of her thigh.

To wake her up with my lips and bury myself deep until she gasped my name. I could imagine it too clearly... The way her body would yield and clench around mine.

I even imagined her moans.

"Don't blame me later for this, it's all your thinking" Leo muttered internally.

I squeezed my eyes shut, jaw clenched so tight it ached. The scent of her filled his lungs. "She's asleep. She trusts you - Don't." my wolf warned.

A bead of sweat traced down my spine.

I stared at the cave as if they could help me out. I wanted to imagine her... riding me, jerking off while imagining her riding me but I knew I might just lose my last shred of restraint.

I pressed my palm hard against the base of my c**k, willing the blood to retreat, but it only made me throb harder.

I just had to leave her in that cave, cause I knew I couldn't trust myself. At least she was safe in this hidden cave.

Dawn was still hours away, and the night felt endless.