A baby for the Beast

Chapter 3

Adrian.

Four years ago, she waltzed right into my life, took it by storm and after that, she disappeared like it never happened.

We met at a local bar, on my wedding anniversary with Stephanie. It was the same day I lost her and our son in an accident that only I survived. So every year, I would visit a local bar, drink myself to stupor and then drive all the way back to the pack house in hopes that the moon goddess would decide to take me too.

It became a tradition and as the years went by, and to my utter dismay, I somehow survived two more fatal accidents and the realization dawned on me that my punishment for failing to protect my mate and son was to spend the rest of my life alone.

I am the last Lycan in existence, hence the nick name, the Lycan king.

On that fateful night, four years ago, she sauntered over to the counter in a very attractive outfit that highlighted her feminine features. She was so pretty that every male eyes in the club was on her, even the she-wolves couldn’t help but steal glances in her direction.

She was so drunk that she couldn’t even stand straight. She might have been dressed as a prostitute but it was so obvious that she was a woman of high status, it was obvious in the way her hair was swept across her shoulder and the way she casually crossed her legs together when she sat down on a bar stool close to mine.

Her scent filled my nostrils instantly. She smelt so divine and it reminded me so much of Stephanie but it made me feel awful to look at another woman like that and let it remind me of her.

No one could compare to Stephanie. She was the best.

But this strange woman, she stood out boldly among the sea of bodies in that bar and something about her kept pulling my attention away from my drink and towards her direction.

She was beautiful and there was no doubt about that.

Suddenly, she turned in my direction and our eyes locked. Her dark hair complimented her hazel eyes and the sight of her lips coated in red, made my d**k twitch.

It f*****g twitched.

It’s been two whole years after I lost Stephanie and I have never encountered a woman that made me react in that manner. I usually forced myself to get an erection, I used pills to spend the night with the she-wolves that I occasionally spent the day with, but as I stared at her, I felt my body stiffen and my erection became visible.

“f**k!” I cursed under my breath as I struggled to hide it but she had seen it already. A thin smile stretched her lips as she got down from her seat and walked over to me.

Her hips swayed sensually from side to side and I was so mesmerized by it that I did not notice she was now standing directly in front of me until she touched my arm.

“I saw you staring.” She said and she pursed her lips at me.

She was definitely drunk. But why would a woman as beautiful and classy as she was be out here on her own without a man by her side and dressed like that.

I eyed the dress.

From the look of things, I was certain that she was either the daughter of an Alpha or the bride of an Alpha.

I did not respond, I simply grunted and got up from my seat. I noticed that everyone in the bar was stealing glances at us because it was weird for them to see a woman approach me on her own.

They knew just who I was and the females in the bar kept their distance because I am known for my brutal methods and hatred for disobedience, but they dare not make it obvious or let me catch them staring.

I go by many nicknames, but the most popular one that stuck with me throughout the years was, The Beast.

I attempted to walk away from her and exit the bar but she stepped in front of me and spread her arms to stop me. I scoffed, as if that could really stop me.

My guards who were positioned at the door immediately stepped forward at the thought that she posed a threat to my safety, but I shot them a look that made them stand down.

Something about her free spirited and childish behavior, amused me. She looked so innocent and I wanted nothing more than to rip that innocent facade she has on, one I am certain was given to her by the amount of alcohol she had consumed.

If she was sober, she would never have dared to stand before me, talk more of blocking my path.

My cold gaze swept over her slender frame and it lingered on her chest, a right amount of cleavage was on full display and that made my eyes linger for way too long.

“You can’t leave just yet, I saw you staring.” Her voice sounded like a gentle breeze blowing across the ocean on a cool evening. The sound alone forced my eyes back to her face.

I c****d my head sideways at her as she took a step closer, placed a hand on my chest and brought her lips so close to my ears,

“f**k me.” She whispered seductively and once again, I felt myself stiffen and my primal instincts took over. The urge to claim her right there and then was overpowering.

Something stirred inside of me, something that I had only experienced with Stephanie, something that stirred my primal desires in a way I had thought was long gone, buried with Stephanie. I did not find her touch repulsive, instead it was warm and inviting.

Afraid of my own desires, I stepped backwards as a low growl slipped from me, while my gaze lingered on her face with a hunger that made my blood run cold.

Damn! This woman was definitely pushing my buttons. I thought to myself but she didn’t back down, she took a step closer again and ran her hand over my chest.

“You know you want it. You know you want to bend me over a table here and claim me.” She remarked with a sultry tone.

I was stunned that a woman like her would speak to me in public in such a manner, but I could smell her and so could every male in the room. She was in heat.

But for her to be in heat, it must mean that she had a mate. I glanced around the bar and caught some males staring at her with sleazy grins plastered across their faces. I was certain they were undressing her with their eyes and for some reason, that pissed me off.

“Get out!” I yelled.

The whole bar fell silent.

Suddenly, every single person scurried outside in a hurry, everyone including the bar man exited the bar while my guards simply stepped outside to guard the door.

We were now alone and we still had not broken eye contact. Something in me snapped and I lost control of myself.

“You’re going to regret this,” I said to her and she shrugged.

“That’s my problem to deal with, not yours.” She reached out and gripped my shirt.

Swiftly, she unbuttoned it, but before she could run her hands over my body. I gripped a fistful of her hair and yanked her head backwards.

She yelped in pain and, to my surprise, a moan accompanied it.

“Don’t touch me unless I ask you to. Do you understand?”

She nodded and giggled softly.

I did not know what could have possibly happened to a woman like her that would cause her to do something like that but I did not care as long as she wanted what I wanted.

With a tight grip on her hair, I forced her down on a table and positioned myself behind her. Her body was sculpted specifically to pleasure a man and she knew just how to use it.

Her juices dripped down her thighs as she thrust her ass backwards to rub against my d**k but I slapped her ass so hard that it should have stung really badly, made her cry and chicken out of it but once again, she moaned.

She was different and the urge to claim her returned with such ferocity that I couldn’t control myself. With my claws, I ripped off her dress and rammed into her with a force that should have knocked the breath right out of her but it didn’t.

She took me in like a pro and seemed to enjoy it.

That made me feel weird because I was trying to make things painful for her so she could regret it, but she was doing just the opposite.

She thrust backwards to meet my thrusts and soon enough, her body trembled underneath my hands as her orgasm washed over her.

I tightened my grip on her hair and increased the pace of my thrusts, I wanted to make her sore and tire her out but she climaxed over and over again. She climaxed so hard that it triggered an orgasm from me.

We collapsed on the table, almost out of breath.

I was surprised, intrigued and amused by her. She wasn’t scared of me and that was a refreshing experience for me. I wanted to know her and the story behind whatever happened to her but before I could start up a conversation, she got up, picked her torn dress and excused herself.

She said she wanted to use the bathroom and I watched her leave. While I waited for her to return, I got dressed too but after thirty minutes had passed and she still had not returned, I got worried and headed to the bathroom.

All the stalls were empty, she was nowhere in the bar. I alerted the guards and they searched for her everywhere but she was nowhere around that bar. They found nothing.

She disappeared like a puff of smoke, as if she wasn’t there, as if she had not f****d me on a table a while hack.

She never returned to the bar after that because if she had, the bar man would have alerted me and the guards I positioned outside of it would have seen her.

After that night in the bar, she became an object of my desires. At the thought of her, I would develop a raging hard on, I wanted nothing more than to see her beautiful face again and it was driving me insane.

I searched for so long but I never found her, until I received a message from an old friend whose house was under attack by a bully in form of an Alpha named Tyler.

It took a lot to control myself in the ride. She was seated directly in front of me and I wanted to touch her, to feel her and to hear her voice over and over again but she didn’t recognize me.

It pained me to see that she saw me as a total stranger, she had no memory of that night whatsoever and worse still, she was scared of me. There was no trace of the care-free woman from that night.

I wanted to keep her, and at the same time I wanted her to stay out of her own free will so I came up with a plan that would get me the two things I want the most in life, a companion and a child.

The two most important things the moon goddess had taken from me, I vowed to take them back.