Desired Fate

King's Sorrows

•Caleb•

He furrowed his brows deeply, his thumb rotating his signet ring as he stroked his short beard with his free hand. Across from him stood a young woman, draped in nothing but satin. Her face was delicately sculpted, her eyes bright, and her lips full. Without breaking eye contact, she approached him, each step causing the cloth to fall further from her body. She was undoubtedly stunning, yet it did little to affect his temperature. He remained seated in a large armchair in the corner of the room.

“Lord Alpha,” the young woman said in a seductive voice. “It has been three weeks since you called for me, so I came myself.”

She knelt before him and he didn't stop her as she began to unbutton his pants with her fingers.

“Maybe there was a reason for that,” he grumbled at the young woman, whose name was Safina. She was the sister of one of his Betas, and since Rue's loss, she'd drop by every now and then. He knew she had aspirations to become his new Luna; the whole kingdom knew that he had lost his one Fated Mate and therefore had no more chances to be strengthened by one. The only Luna he could get was a Chosen Luna. A Luna he chose himself; something that gave many women hope of becoming queen.

There was a singular issue at hand: none of the women who were granted the privilege of visiting him met his standards. Since the passing of Rue, he had not engaged in s****l intercourse with any woman. While they had been permitted to perform oral s*x on him, the notion of penetrating them was repugnant to him, as he had no desire for offspring with any woman other than his beloved Rue. Alas, she was gone, leaving him with no one he wished to bed.

The only one he wanted, was gone. By his own doing.

He watched Safina fold her full lips around his swollen length and caressed him with a tender tongue, as she often did. Safina was a special woman when it came to satisfying men. She was known for having the finest moans, the softest touch and the warmest mouth. That's why his friends sent her to him so many years ago. Hoping to thaw his icy heart.

But would his heart ever thaw? Did he have the right to lie with another woman, when he was the one who stripped Rue of her life?

He had been warned so many times. By the cursed witch, by the Moon Goddess and even by his own parents. He was stubborn… He was naive. And that naivety had taken away his zest for life.

Her soft moans echoed, while the soggy sound of her mouth made it harder with each suck. With one hand he reached into her dark brown locks to force himself deeper and deeper into her throat.

No, he wasn't worthy to be king. He wasn't worth loving a woman or enjoying life.

Had it not been for his wretched curse that made him virtually immortal, he would have taken his own life. How many times he had sought death and how many times he had awakened again in the healing Lapis Lazuli spring. His body refused to give up. Callum refused to die. And the Moon Goddess refused to release him from his torment.

He stared into the girl's eyes and saw tears welling up. Yet the sounds continued to betray that she enjoyed the humiliating position she found herself in. He felt himself hardening and pressed her more roughly against him. Eventually he even took his second hand to thrust deeper and deeper into her throat, until he released himself with a relieved moan.

He pulled his still hard length out of her mouth and watched her fall to the floor, where she struggled to catch her breath. He got up, buttoned up his pants, and went to the sink to wash his hands.

“Isn't there more you want, Lord Alpha?” he heard her say in a hoarse voice.

She tried every time.

“Like?” he challenged her. He turned to the naked girl, leaned his lower back against the sink and crossed his arms.

“Whatever you like,” the girl went on bravely. She was still on her hands and knees on the floor, but she did her best to recover. “I am completely at your service.”

“How many years have you been trying now, Safina,” he grumbled. “And how many more years must I reject you to show that I no longer deserve a Luna.”

She looked up wildly, and he saw on her face that she was almost offended: “It's not about position for me, Caleb,” she finally dropped the titles. “It's about you. You know I love you. Eight years have passed, Caleb.” She scrambled to her feet and Caleb scanned her slim body.

“You can't live in the dark forever. Your times of mourning are over; they've been over for years.” She took a step toward him, but his menacing look prevented her from taking another. “You are not an ordinary man, nor an ordinary wolf. You are our king.”

“Then I ask you the same thing I asked Jean. Have I fallen short in my rule over the kingdom?”

“You're selling yourself short, Caleb,” she cried loudly.

“Mark your words,” he muttered menacingly.

“My king,” she added quickly. “Your kingdom loves you. Your methods may have been unorthodox, but that doesn't mean you're not our king.”

He stared at the girl disinterestedly. Her words meant nothing to him. His heart beat neither faster nor slower. It was as if he were talking to one of the palace dogs.

“Anything else, Safina?” he asked her.

“I'm not giving up, you know that,” she continued stiffly.

“Do what you can't resist,” Caleb advised her. “But know that in the end I will be the cause of your death.”

She sniffed contemptuously. “Like Rue?”

Like a bolt of lightning, Caleb darted forward and charged at the girl. He grabbed her throat roughly. With purple glowing eyes and a menacing voice, he hissed, “Don't mention her name. You are not worthy of mentioning her name.”

He saw her tugging at his fingers and only after a few seconds realized that her feet were floating above the ground. Grumpy, he withdrew his hand and dropped the shewolf to the ground with a loud thud.

“You know your way out,” he grumbled, then left his sleeping quarters with large strides.