The Russian Alpha's Property

The Honeymoon departure

Stefan's POV

They say, or at least I thought that they say, the honeymoon phase is the best phase of life. or a relationship. I hoped that was true because I knew that our honeymoon phase wouldn't last long. I was sure that Natalya thought that I wanted her as my Luna because I couldn't stay away no matter how hard I tried. This was true in many ways but in many ways it wasn't true at all. She served a greater purpose and unfortunately, she would have to pay for the sins of her father.

Part of me hated her. The other part of me couldn't get enough of her. I knew that she had no idea what she was paying for and the moment that I found out she was my true mate, I had a moment of disbelief. I would keep my word to my pack. 

I would destroy Natalya for everything that she was and if I couldn't then I would die trying. 

Flashback

I remember the day as if it were yesterday. I was just ten years old and my father made me hide in the cabinet of the pack house. That was back when our packhouse wasn't near what it was now. Back then, it was a small church building that had been abandoned. That was why we built our territories as we had. Sitting in the cabinet I could hear the exchange of words. These words meant more to me in the coming years than I thought that it would.

 "Don't cross me, Viktor. I will make your whole family pay." The words from the Volkov pack rang in my ears. What did he mean crossing him? What power did this werewolf have over my father? I always regarded my father as someone who had it all together. Someone who understood everything that our pack stood for and more importantly that he was the strongest wolf of our pack. Our pack tended to work differently than most of the packs that I had seen or visited with my father during his more political moves among the packs. I never understood why he did just that and only used political means and not brute force. 

The Alpha in our packs had to earn their spot and the lineage for an Alpha was not gaurenteed. At the age of 16, the werewolf that was considered the heir to the Alpha would have to make their claim and then prove their worth as an Alpha. It was a grueling task but it ensured the Alpha was indeed the strongest member of the pack. After completing the tasks, the werewolf must then face any challengers and prove themselves over the challengers. Maybe that's why I believed in my father's strength as much as I did.

The two werewolves stood there arguing over whether or not my father had crossed the man from the other pack. "Right now, your wife and daughter are being held hostage until you comply. Keep your end of the bargain, Viktor. You promised protection and I knew not having a contract in place would make this a liabilty. We gave you food after your crops failed... you were supposed to protect us from the wrath of Lotus Pack. They have been encroaching on our lands for months now and here you sit with nothing to say." 

I saw my father shake his head unable to believe what was going on. I couldn't believe it either. My father argued over and over again that they did not realize the threat was as it was. The opposing Alpha, Natalya's father summoned another wolf who brought little Abigail to the room. Everything at that point was a blur until the screams from her mouth filled the air and her blood splattered on the floor of the kitchen.

He killed my baby sister at just the age of 5. I would make the man pay for the rest of his life with his life or I would take something just as precious from him. 

End Flashback

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Hours later we were in the car on our way to our destination. I watched as she slept peacefully. I watched as she slept when we were in the plane. I wanted her to have a real taste for the tropical climates as we wouldn't be anywhere warm for some time. It would be a shell shock for her but I wanted to be sure that she was prepared. Last time indulgences if you will.

Once we landed, I took off her blindfold and showed her to our private area on the beach on a private island. The island was home to werewolves and not many could afford a trip like this. A trip like this for us was necessary. 

"Welcome home, princess." I mused aloud. "At least for the week." 

The first several nights were like any honeymoon. We didn't leave the bedroom and ordered room service. However, on our third night there, I wanted to prepare her for a special evening. I was sure that she was going into heat and that this was the perfect get away for the both of us. If I wanted an heir, I needed to make sure that I cared for every need that she had. I decided to take her out to dinner at a local place on the island. While she slept after our latest attempt at an heir, I placed a new black strapless dress on the bed and I went down to the lobby to make additional plans for the last 2 days there. 

When she was still sleeping over an hour later, I woke her up. "Princess, get up. You can sleep tomorrow." I nearly cooed her. She finally stirred and rubbed her eyes. I could tell by the way that she walked to the shower that she was sore from the last few days. Somehow, I found a sick twisted pleasure in that. "Wear this dress for tonight. " With that I went into the living room of the suite and waited for her return.