The Beast's Virgin Claim

Phobos chooses to sleep on his own and often comes by in the middle of the night to tend to his male who fusses either wanting to be changed or fed.

I struggle to rest every night without his warmth that I have always cherished so much, my cheek was often crushed against his chest with his left limb securely bound around my waist. Sometimes my back was pressed against his front as he held tightly onto my being whilst the both of us slept peacefully.

I felt safe and warm in his burly arms but now all I have are the icy covers that taunt me of his absence.

"Then I will fight you on this no more. But know this, if you do choose to go forward with the bloodbath I will never forgive you for it."

The beast visibly stiffens in his path and his back tenses to what I just uttered. He balls his palms into tremoring fists and the veins in his forearms protrude through thick skin as he seeks to reign in his vexation. "Why must you always put me in such a difficult position, Theia?"

I move forward keeping my footsteps light to delicately settle my lips over his spine and set an open mouth kiss in between his shoulder blades. "I am the only one who can guide you on the right path when you are overwhelmed. There is a reason I am your Luna, Phobos."

He sighs his back hunching with resignation and I know it. This male will bend to my will on this matter, he will submit to me. Because he cannot deny me for he knows what I spoke was the ultimate truth. I will never forgive him if he hurt any of the wolves in the Italian pack.

"I will...reconsider my decision. But this does not mean that I have made up my mind to not retaliate."

He will reconsider it, that itself is a major thing coming from him. "Thank you, my male." I nudge his back gently with the tip of my nose displaying my gratitude and he exhales harshly. "Also I do not want your relationship with your brother to be harmed."

"What do you mean?"

"Deimos and Alpha Giovanni are very close, almost like father and son in a way I heard. Apparently, Deimos was the one who trained him to become the Alpha and Lumina conditioned the females to fight." Phobos turns around to regard me with a surprised expression.

"I was unaware of this. The females there are like ours? They fight?"

"They know how to yet their traditions have conquered their rules once more. Before Alpha Giovanni's reign, his pack was extremely vulnerable and had faced an invasion forcing the females to learn to fight and even become warriors. But now that they retrieved their strength and power the females are not permitted to take part in wars anymore."

"I see. So that was why Deimos was able to simply saunter into his lands like that." He mumbles under his breath as understanding finally sinks in within him.

"I also wanted to ask you about something,"

"What is it?"

"What did you do to Moira?" My question has him grimace as his mind dispatches a series of bloody images that both haunts and trouble him.

"What did you do to her, Phobos?" My voice is shaky for I feel what was done was something that was out of his hands. That he owned no control over what transpired before his eyes.

"I did not do anything, he did."

"Your beast?"

"Yes."

"But he is close with her, he allows her to touch him... to touch you."

"It shocked me too for she was the one who saved us and we owe her. But he somehow understood the situation that occurred between Moira and me in that tent. He loathed it and when he could not find you anymore he wanted to eliminate the top threat to what belonged to you."

"I do not understand," I speak as Phobos tows open the cupboard and pulls out a pair of pants that hangs loosely around his toned waist and a very tight-fitting shirt that sits snugly over his mighty pecks and eight bulgy abs. All his clothes have gotten tighter on him he needs new ones.

"He found her to be a threat to you and our relationship." How can an animal understand this, how can he grasp the concept of this even when Phobos cannot?

"So what did he do?"

"He tried to slaughter her. And I tenaciously opposed him from the inside throughout his endeavours and at the end of our war, he left Moira with lasting scars that will follow her for life. Not just physical scars but also mental ones."

"Oh, goddess." I cup my mouth with my palms in a mixture of stupefaction and disbelief. So this is the critical cause that drove their friendship to fall apart and wither away. This is the reason she fears him and my beast with the totality of her being for if she attempted to rekindle their bond in any way my beast will not hesitate to end her life once more and would make sure she is dead.

"And you think what he did was immoral?"

"Do you think it was right? That her demise was necessary and would have been seen as honourable?" There is this deep all-consuming anger and hatred of himself in his sharp dull blues. He feels remorseful and ashamed for what his beast did to Moira.

"N-No I did not mean it that way."

"It does not matter what issues the three of us had he had no right to try and butcher an innocent, especially the female we both owe our lives to. But instead, he prowls in the darkness of the night and waits to sink his canines into her throat.

That female possesses a young male who has already felt the misery of losing a father at a young age and I cannot be responsible for his mother's end as well particularly when she did no evildoing."

"I understand, I did see the fresh scars on her arms and I also noticed how your relationship with her has changed."