Bound

C. 2: The Pack Master

Three Days Earlier

Mathias felt his c**k twitch slightly as the women washed the blood from his body.

It was customary for the mate of the Pack Master to wash his body after battle, but Mathias had no mate. He took pleasure in the thought that he would be able to have many women to keep his bed warm at night, but he still felt the longing his beast had for its mate. He had gone almost fifty moons without a mate, he'd make it a thousand more until the Goddess was ready to bless him…

"Ver Mathias," the wench Milagros whispered softly. (Please.)

"Fini," was his gruff reply. (Come.)

The rugged sound of his voice vibrated throughout her body, making her center drip with anticipation. She wanted to hear his growl; to feel his beasts' claws dig into her as he f****d her into oblivion. She had often had him and his beast and she loved it equally as much as they did.

Mathias favored Milagros. There was something about the wench that always drew him back to her. If it was her pert ass or the way she could swallow his c**k with no difficulty he did not know... but it was something. She was a fierce yet soft; he was often able to tame the women he had but Milagros resisted being tamed. She was the type of wild woman he wanted in a mate.

Instead of answering Mathias, Milagros pulled the string to her breast cover; exposing her erect n*****s and their chocolate centers. Milagros could hear the encouraging purr from his beast within and so she unwrapped her lower half and let it drop until she stood naked before him. Her insides moistened as she watched him appreciate her body; she had been waiting for him to come back so she could’ve had more of him and now it was finally time.

Mathias' fully erect c**k peeked through the water, making all the women wantonly sigh. He was by far the largest in the tribe and many of the women wouldn’t even dream of having another after they had Mathias. He was never gentle or sweet and he never whispered sweet things in their ears. He took them hard and fast.

"Mgra," he growled as Milagros stepped into the large, tin basin. (Out.)

The three remaining women scurried from the tent leaving Mathias and Milagros to it. Milagros wasted no time grabbing his c**k and sliding down on it until her center met the base of him. Mathias purred in pleasure as he gripped her waist tightly. He could feel his nails elongating into claws. He wanted nothing more than to stand up, spin her around and f**k her until he and his beast were fully sated and tired...

"Ver Mathias," she moaned sliding up and down. (Please.)

The feel of his thick c**k rubbing against her walls was euphoric. He was meeting her thrust for thrust which only made it better in her eyes. He filled her completely and with one hard thrust from him she was cast into euphoria. Mathias could feel her womb constrict around him, gripping him as tightly as it would allow, as she exploded on his c**k. Once her body sagged, Mathias took complete control and pounded his way into c****x.

Even though it saddened the women of the tribe, Milagros especially, Mathias never left his seed in a woman. If he didn’t have a moon mate then it wasn’t meant for him to have an heir. Milagros had often thought of proclaiming herself as Mathias' mate and fighting for him, which was the way of the tribe unless you were a moon mate but everyone knew Mathias didn’t want a mate. She shuddered at the thought of his rage if she proclaimed herself as such in front of the whole tribe... it would not be pretty.

The day had come and gone now nightfall was underway. Mathias had dismissed Milagros from his hut long ago. He and his beast were fully sated and just wanted to be alone for the night. He was sprawled on his thick pallet, the beast in him noticing how alone and cold it felt being there with no woman next to them.

If only for a moment, Mathias thought of life with a mate. Was he, this brutal killer, even allowed such happiness? Would he be able to make his mate happy or would he be too rough for her? Would she be a warrior like him or a timid woman who he'd spent his life protecting? If that were his fate, he wouldn’t mind... not for his moon mate.

Millions of questions raced through his mind, but they were immediately halted as a call from the outside of his hut drew his attention. "Pack Master."

"Mgra," he answered. (Out.)

"Pack Master, we've just received word from the wolves across the seas. They wish to meet with you," one of his many warriors explained as he handed the letter to Mathias, earning a thunderous growl from his Master. The scared warrior fell to his knees neck exposed in submission.

“Daas,” Mathias shouted into the night.

Many warriors, but Daas in front, came running to Mathias’ hut. All had weapons drawn and their faces were all prepared for battle, but they soften slightly when they took in the scene. Daas stepped forward and timidly presented himself to Mathias. “Pgrki Mgrra. Gr sgrva.” (Pack Master. I serve.)

Mathias huffed annoyed and handed Daas the letter. Daas looked over the letter and seethed instantly; looking over angrily he kicked the warrior still knelt on the floor. “Mgra,” he shouted. (Out.)

The warrior scrambled out of the hut, quickly running past his laughing comrades as they followed him from the hut. When the last man left from the hut Daas began reading the letter to his Master in his native tongue. It read as follows:

Mathias,

Since the time of our creation there has always been a Fey Queen. We haven't seen a Fey Queen since the assassination of The Bound and believed that they only appeared in your pack; until today that is. We believe that my daughter is the next Fey Queen and by the time we get to you, should you allow us passage, we will know for sure. I must tell you that I highly believe her to be the one. I haven't scented the moon and magick so pure in decades. If this is true, we know nothing of the teaching she will need. We would be eternally grateful for your help.

Alpha Erickson

Mathias growled ferociously, almost letting his beast loose to rampage on his hut instead of his mind...

The wolves from across the seas were a weaker breed. They lived like Elves and didn’t continue their heritage throughout their generations there. Of course, they would call on Mathias when in need; they all did but none thought to join him and stay true to their heritage. None of those wolves, if they could still be called that, wanted to free themselves from the tyranny of the High Elves. He could never ask for their aide but they could always call on him; they all knew that he commanded a horde so formidable that they were practically untouchable.

*Especially if it was for their daughter… the Fey Queen, * Mathias scoffed to himself.

“Pgrki Mgrra,” Daas asked. (Pack Master.)

Mathias turned to him swiftly, his long braid whipping in the space round him. He knew Daas wanted an answer on what orders to give the soldiers at the borders. If they didn’t understand the native tongue the warriors wouldn’t hesitate to kill them… not knowing of the Fey Queen. Though it had been another life, Daas vividly remembers when Mathias was Gabriele… a life that the Pack Master himself had forgotten.

“Ygra wgrda,” Daas asked hurriedly. (Your Word?) Whatever the order he’d make sure he was he one delivering the message should they arrive… he would know immediately if it was her.

“Whgra gra ygra wgrda?” Mathias had known Daas a long time and the old man had never once steered him wrong. If Daas thought it was a sound idea to let them pass to prove their daughter to be the Fey Queen he wouldn’t object.

Daas sighed. “Hgr ygr evgra hegrada Tgr Bgrond? Pgropgri?” (Have you ever heard of The Bound? A prophecy?)

Mathias nodded, remembering the old shaman and medicine woman teaching him the long histories of the Fey and the Wolf. He remembered learning the dead Fey language and all of their laws and ways but no one ever told him why he had to learn it if their people had died out. Even now he didn’t understand their importance…

“Agroba ygr, Pgrki Mgrra. Ygra tgr ogrthi pgrt,” Daas explained. (It’s about you, Pack Master. You are the other half.)

Mathias seethed more, instantly remembering the prophecy as if the old medicine woman was right in his ear talking to him at that moment. If Erickson’s’ daughter was the Fey Queen, then she was his mate. His beasts’ chest rumbled at the thought of those High Elf curs getting to his mate before he did…

“Bgraga Daas.” (Bring her Daas.)

On Mathias’ word Daas sent out the order from the Pack Master and immediately rode out behind the hawk, the warriors to were allow Erickson and his convoy to enter the Master’s land but should they disrupt tribe life there would be bloodshed.

Daas sent out to make sure the latter didn’t happen. He knew that if it was as important as they claimed they'd arrive soon. Daas had already decided that if Erickson’s' pup is the Fey Queen, she would be removed and brought straight to Mathias… ultimately becoming a part of his tribe and gaining their protection from the High Elves who no doubt would be after her soon.

The Fey Queen deserved the highest and utmost respect and those wolves didn’t know the first thing about it. He'd fight and kill if he had to, but if she is the one, the pup wouldn’t be leaving any time soon... if ever.