Married Off To The Savage Primordial Beast

I will Find Her And when I find her, I will Claim her

Valker's POV

I extended my arms slowly as I awoke, my head feeling heavy. I couldn’t recall the last time I had truly rested well. When I opened my eyes, the bright blue sky filled my sight through the glass wall of the hotel suite.

This had turned into a silent habit for me. I would slip away to some nearby bar where no one recognized me. I always used the potion my mage prepared, the one that concealed my long red hair until morning. It was the only way to move unnoticed. I usually made sure to wake before the woman beside me, leaving without any trace.

But this morning was unlike the others. The space beside me on the bed was cold and vacant the moment I opened my eyes. If not for the red stain on the white sheet, I would have believed it was all just an illusion.

“Who was that woman, and what did she do to me?” I murmured quietly.

I wasn’t someone who slept deeply. Even the slightest movement beside me could wake me. Last night, I remembered holding her close, my arms wrapped tightly around her slender waist. It made no sense that she could have slipped away without me sensing it.

I reached for my phone and powered it on, the glow from the screen cutting through the dim room. I always made it a routine to erase any sign of my presence before leaving. About thirty minutes passed before a gentle knock echoed through the silence.

I stilled for a moment, my senses sharpening. I approached the door cautiously, checking for anything unusual before opening it.

“Good morning, my king,” Bremer, my beta, greeted with a slight bow.

“Find out everything about the woman I was with last night. Go to the bar and review all the cameras. I want to know if she or anyone else tampered with my drink,” I commanded.

“I’ll take care of it immediately, my king,” he responded. Then he paused, curiosity slipping into his tone. “If I may ask, did something occur last night?”

“I slept too deeply,” I replied, my voice calm but firm. “The woman I was with managed to leave without waking me. You and I both know that’s impossible unless she did something. Locate her. I want to know who she is and who she is working for.”

“I’ll have my men look into it right away, my king,” Bremer said. “What about your new bride? What should we do regarding her?”

His words struck me like a blunt reminder. Today was the day the Icefur pack would deliver their offering. For years, every Alpha under the royal family’s rule had sent their daughters as tributes to maintain peace and unity among the packs. In return, their territories were shielded from rogues and threats. Refusal was considered rebellion against the royal lycan, and rebellion meant death and total destruction of their pack.

No one dared oppose the royal house. No one wished to perish.

I never supported this custom, but I was bound to it. I accepted each bride that was sent, fulfilling my role as the law required, waiting for one of them to bear me an heir. But none ever had. The throne remained without a successor, and that thought lingered over me like a curse that would not fade.

“Proceed as usual,” I said. “I have more pressing matters than to babysit a pampered girl from another pack. Let Evelyn handle everything else.”

“Yes, my king. I’ll inform the Queen to make the arrangements,” Bremer replied. “Should I tell her to prepare the new bride for the first union?”

“That won’t be necessary. I won’t be returning home for some time,” I said. “There have been reports of rogue attacks on the Eastern border of our pack. I’ll go there personally. I need to find out who is truly behind them.”

“Understood, my king. I’ll have our finest men ready for the journey,” he said.

“Not this time,” I interrupted. “Remain here. Oversee everything while I’m gone. I’ll handle it alone.”

“As you wish, my king,” Bremer said quietly, lowering his head in respect. “I’ll prepare the car. We’ll be waiting outside,” he added before exiting the room.

When silence finally settled around me, I turned toward the bed once more. The red stain caught my attention again, a harsh reminder of what had occurred the previous night. For a moment, it felt like watching fragments of memory replaying. The warmth of her skin beneath my hand. Her breath against my ear. The sound of her voice breaking in pleasure. The taste of her core still lingered on my tongue.

A slow, throbbing ache coiled inside of me. I despised that I missed her. I hated that I wanted more. The urge to find her, to claim her again, burned like fire through my veins. Just the thought of her made my chest tighten. A low chuckle slipped from my lips as I stared down at the red stain again.

“I will find her and when I do I will own her,” I vowed to myself before walking into the bathroom, trying to wash away the heat that refused to leave me.