Warning: this sex/rape scene is more explicit. It you're uncomfortable with it, don't read.

I had spilled the blood of men and young innocents only to leave the women to breathe and be bred from my lycan packs.

We do not have a choice in the matter for we do not have a pre-destined mate until now. Without a mate, a lycan must continue the line to exist because of the lack of female lycans. We make due of what we receive or take.

I know Winter is furious, sadden, and above all, she is helpless from my actions.

I can feel her aversion coming off in waves, yet she doesn't realize she makes my warriors shake with slight fear from her wrath that bellows out in raw power. They can feel from their lycans that this little female is no ordinary wolf.

Her blood boils with a simmering taste for vengeance. Her temper has me falter in my steps when I walk behind her. My lycan wines to our mate, he has this need that I won't allow to be satiated, he wants to comfort her. To make her happy and appease our sins to her, he wants her to forgive us.

I sympathize with her anger, but I must do what is best for my men and for our lineage to continue. I cannot sway any of my choices to make her happy. However, there is a part of me that wants to bend to her and make her like us. I shake the feeling off, it feels childish and I can't have my men thinking this female can make their Alpha bend his neck. When I slip a hand around her waist to bring her body close to me, I hiss realizing she is cold. My lycan mentally bites me back for the lack of care I have towards our newfound mate.

"Are you cold little mate?" She doesn't answer me with her voice but she does answer in the language I understand. She growls lowly, her silent fury emenates deep inside her. She doesn't realize that she has made some of my men and the women from her pack bend their necks to her. My Lycan howls in approval of our mate, he beams with pride at the show of her invariant strength.

"Calm yourself little one," I know she is staying silent because she doesn't want me to hear her. And she's right, I want to listen to her voice. It's as if every time she speaks there's a sweet hum that is made for my Lycan. I try to lower my voice to a sound that can appease her ears. She has me changing my voice so it doesn't hurt hers. It's only been one night and this little wolf of mine has me changing my tone for her.

"Must you be so stubborn," I say when I sense her eyes rolling because my lycan whines at her utter lack of acknowledgement of us. I continue on to either sweeten her up so she can open more to me and speak. But when that doesn't work, I'm left to belittle her, to rile her up so she can spit her fire at us. Anything would do as long as she talks to us. I fear if she doesn't speak she might fall to Winters dreadful lullaby. She is too cold, no wolf can survive this winter without some heat that we receive from our powers. This is impossible for a wolf to feel this cold. With her lack of acknowledgement, my temper gets the better of me.

"Fine, if you want to stay quiet," leaning closer to her ear and bringing her body closer. I lower my voice to a whisper so only she can hear what I have to say, "I'll give you a reason to scream."

When her body feels the already harden erection, she lets out a moan when I bite down onto her earlobe which I don't think she realize it's her own sound. I chuckle at the thought of her body squirming beneath my touch. Yet, when I think about the eyes that only have anger towards me, my blood begins to boil because there's a gnawing need to make her want me.

I halt my horse which forces my men to stop as well. Turning to them, I give them the command to set up everything as well to settle here tonight before we reach home in the next two days.

I can feel her body stiff when I tell my men to set up our tent. I know her mind is thinking of what will happen when she is finally alone with me. And she will realize who the true Alpha she must obey to, me.

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She stands in the night holding onto the newborn pup close to her. She can hear the cries of her of what's left of her fellow pack-members; they scream their pain to the moon who ignores them completely.

The moon has no empathy for the damned.

I growl low when I think of the traitorous bitch and disregard these feelings inside me, walking towards the tent that is already made for us.

"Come, Winter," I call for my mate to come and meet me in the tent. There's been this gnawing feeling to take what is mine, seeing the delicate frame of her body and feeling the softness against me when we rode on in the night.

I call for her once more as I realize she is ignoring my request. I know she knows what tonight will bring her with me, I can feel her fears from here as her legs shake against eachother. Her bones chatter as they vibrate with fear that has struck with the thought of being with me.

"If you do not enter with me, I will kill the pup in your arms," her shoulders tense up as she helps the fragile newborn close to her chest. She grimly ambles forwards towards our tent but there is no smile on her face. My Lycan wants to change that, make her comfortable in our presence but I deny him this meed. She walks into the warmth of the tent and I'm hopeful that her temperature will
warm up.

"Put the pup down," I command her once again to move when I notice she continues to stand unsure of herself. I move over to remove the weapons from my body except for my knife which I place hidden between the animal furs. She still doesn't move to place the pup down.

"Winter put the pup down, there is a cot made for him and milk from a female who gladly shared." She finally loves to lay the small babe down with cot already made for him.

I stand to watch Winter's small form. Seeing her basked in the light brings a weird feeling inside. My Lycan never stops with this feeling of this need to be at her side all the time. Not to mention, she affects me in a way I have never been challenged.

I move slowly towards Winter laying my hands on top of her shoulders taking the dress off which makes me hiss. Even with the fire burning, her body does not warm up. This makes me mad for no reason, my Lycan feels helpless because he fears he will lose her to the god of death.

"You're deathly cold." She stays silent so I continue on whether she wants me to or not.

"We need to change that," I whisper and leave a trail of kisses along the ridge of her back. My Lycan and even I are hoping I can make this tolerable for our little mate. I'm also hopeful that once I've laid with her, her skin will change its heat because of me. I come to the roundness of her arse and I feel the fullness of it, especially her wide hips. My nails elongate to dig into her skin, I can hear her whine but that only makes me want to continue.

However, no matter how much I attempt to make her body heat up for me. It was pointless, I was becoming frustrated and angry. I felt as if I was useless, incapable of taking care of my mate. I'm given such a rarity that I'm failing so in a switch I turn her body around and push her body onto the furs.

My Lycan comes forth hoping to take control instead of me. I know he and I are one and the same but even he can sometime hate me. And he has the right to do so, except tonight, I'm in control and this is my mate. I growl lowly as I approve of sight that I see before me. Her lithe body so fragile and soft, skin so supple yet icy cold that can make a man not dare lay a hand on death trap.

Not I, I drag her body to my nose and inhale her scent. She squeals when I turn her over so I can feel her arse once again. Bringing the lowest part of my body, I grind myself hard against her. She's unsure of what to do, her hands scrambling to hold onto anything but there's nothing for her to hold. I flip her again griping her wrists above her head, her nipples peak hard as my mouth tugs on them. Biting hard enough that makes her gasp out with a cry.

"Tonight, I'm going to take you and you will have no say in it," her eyes widen as I explain what I want. She struggles to move against my hold but it's not use. I slip my hands inside her pussy, she's soaked to the core. Just ready to be thoroughly fucked. She attempts to close her legs but with my knees I press her thighs down and a slight bruise begins to form. I pump my fingers in and out of her and from the sight of it. She's a wet mess for me because of me.

I'm fucking relentless, I want her to know that only I can make her feel this way. No one else, she clenches around my fingers her back arches while her tits bounce as she rides against my hand. I'm fucking her sipping wet cunt good and hard before she gets the real taste of my cock.

I can feel her pussy ready to release itself but the thought of her having her first orgasm without my cock makes me unfathomably furious. I abruptly end it before she could finish. I can tell she enjoyed it, her body betrays her hidden desire for more. It's in the way her eyes see me, there's hatred still but she holds a curious frustration to know the end. I'm the author and she's my book, I'll write her the way I want her to go.

I take all of my clothing shucking it away so nothing can bar me from feeling my mates skin underneath me. Her eyes trail towards my manhood and there's flint to her eyes. Her mouth even licks itself and I don't think she realizes her own harlot actions. I bring her cunt near my cock, her essence emanates the tent that I can taste her on the tip of my tongue.

My patience leaves me when I align the tip of my cock to her center. Feeling her wet on my skin makes me growl lowly. Without a second, I plunge deep inside her ripping her womanhood. I can feel the blood gush as the hymen breaks open for me. Her eyes are closed and her voice comes in a shrill scream because I don't give her any time to adjust to me. I move not stopping for her to keep up, this isn't for her anymore.

This is for me.

Mentally, my Lycan growls and keeps biting me mentally. It frustrates me as he fights me for control.

Within the frustrations, I angrily delve further into Winter's cunt. But her cries become screams as she slaps me away, she wants to get away from me and the thought of it makes me mad.

I don't stop, I don't repent.

She holds onto the furs because she doesn't want to touch me nor see me. I want her eyes to look at me, I need them to look at me.

I know she's praying to her goddess, she's hoping she'll be saved but it's only the sounds of us in this tent.

"Look at me," I grunt, but she doesn't submit to my demands. I become impatient by her defiance and I force her to see me as my hands grips her throat even a few bruises arises in her delicate neck. Her eyes become silver white instead of her dark forest ones. She doesn't realize that her wolf is under the surface and I can feel her. She's ready to come forth to either play of hurt me. Either way, if I push Winter further, her wolf will come to it's true potential whatever Winter is.

"You... are... mine..." I say every time I enter her cunt. As I feel myself ready to spill into her, her eyes then swirl like an icy liquid as her eyes then turn purple. This surprises me but I hold it inside because I didn't want to give it away to Winter. Just as her colored purple eyes were there, it disappear into her normal forest green eyes. I finish inside spilling my seed in her belly. My Lycan agrees, we must make her tied to us and make her linked to us forever with a child.

I spill every last drop inside her nothing going to waste. When I pull out of her, blood and semen spills out of her cunt and the sight makes me hard once again but seeing her look down and feel the damage that I've done makes me turn away and dress myself once again. Before I could put a shirt on, winter speaks up hurting me where she knows it will.

"You are nothing but a monster and the goddess is right to have discarded your kind like trash," My Lycan and I growl at the mention of that bitch, if only she knew the truth she wouldn't be too quick to speak of her goddess. I turn around smack her to the floor, then I drag her against me and yell into her face.

"Where is your goddess now!" I drop her to the floor and leave her alone as I go outside in the cold air.

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The cold bites my skin with its icy kisses, the air around me chills my bones of it wasn't for the abilities that my Lycan gifts for me.

I notice most of my men gather around the fire with meat being cocked and I feel my stomach grumble for hunger. I walk near them to then see them give me knowing stares with some even cheering me on.

"Seems like you had a good time Alpha," my brother Roland, gives me the side eye as he eats his piece of caribou. He isn't like the rest of us, if anything, he cares for any life than a typical Lycan who eats, breeds, and sleeps.

"Care to see me fuck my mate." I say while I drink ale from his canteen. He scoffs lowly but he doesn't persist any further. I assumed he would stay quiet for the rest of the night but again, he speaks once more.

"I wonder what your little mate will think when the ceremony arises?" He comments while the rest of my men flinch from the mere words of it.

"I have no worries of it." I don't, generation after generation we Lycans have made our own ceremonies of making our Luna. Not once did we ever think a female would automatically become Luna since we do not have a soul mate.

However, this is the first in our history to have a Lycan be soul mates to another, it boggles my mind why the goddess herself would ever have a hand in a mate for me.

"Just because she is my soulmate it doesn't mean she is excused from the ceremonies." I rip into the flesh of the caribou as the night continues on.

"She doesn't have to, and honestly, I don't think your mate can stomach it."

"I don't doubt my mate, she can and she will."

"But she doesn't." I face my brother staring him down as he persist to argue against me.

"Why do you care?" It's irrational, but I didn't like the thought of my brother thinking about Winter.

"Don't tell me you don't feel her?" I close my eyes because I know what he means. I know all of my men know she isn't like any regular wolf. She's not even a Luna, I have no idea what she is but from the eyes turning silver to purple, she is more and I have my suspicions of who she is.

"She's different," it's all I say ending this conversation. I walk away from men as they watch and feast in the chilling hour.

I walk near the edge of the tents looking about and making sure no intruders are near. When I look up to the moon, I curse her hoping she rots inside and out.

"Just because you gave me a mate, it doesn't mean shit to me you bitch." I spit to the cold ground where the spit solidifies to ice because it's that cold.

I walk back to my tent when I think back to my youth. An old master of mine taught me of the law of the Lycans and werewolves. How we were sanctioned into different groups. Alphas, Luna's, Betas, etc. However, despite the differences between Lycans and werewolves, discoed was inevitable so the goddess herself may have abandoned us yet she gave us a family that could fully control both species.

The royal family.

King and queen of the Lycans and Werewolves. With powers beyond our comprehension, gifts that are only used when necessary. The royal family was neither werewolf nor Lycan yet both, there was no word to define them. They were simply called The Royals.

They were beloved by many with a few enemies who wanted to be at the top just like them but when werewolves became greedier, wanting power for themselves. The family was wiped out, rumors of a lost princess that was only babe was spread about. But I assumed it was only a rumor, nothing more than to keep the lesser wolves hopes alive. Yet I think for a split second, is it possible she may be it? There's only one way to know for sure, her eyes.

"I promise to protect you from this world Ejnar, for now, you are my son," I walk near my tent only to hear the cops of the small newborn and my mate. She speaks to him, welcomes him into her arms as his new mother. I peep inside my tent to watch the scene before me, she's naked but her skin glows against the warmth of the fire burning. The pup suckling on the bottle while she rocks him, even humming to lull him to sleep.

My throat restricts itself at the sight, my Lycan purrs at the sight of our mate. He wants her to be filled with our pups, to raise our sons the way she holds that orphan. I walk in hoping she would look at me but nonetheless she ignores, oblivious to my presence. It annoys me and I know I shouldn't but I can't help the way she frustrates me.

"Bed Winter," I command when I shuck away my pants off just Incase I want to go another round. She doesn't move so I attempt another tactic. She cares so much for that pup, I just need to know.

"Winter, go to sleep now," I walk over seeming angry, I'm only frustrated but I convey anger hoping to receive some significant detail that could prove my theory. I grip her arm tightly almost making her drop the pup. I regretted the minute I did that, she growls lowly and it's enough to make my skin crawl. Her eyes turn to another color. They become red, blazing red almost as if they're caught in a pit of fire. It mesmerized me for a moment before I realize she's threatening me.

"Do not dare to touch me when I care for Ejnar needs. If you touch me or my son, I will go for your throat Midas." I let her go immediately because her skin began to heat immensely hot, hotter than a typical wolf.

It's as if her body is reacting to her emotions. The aura about her screamed death. She wants to kill and I have no doubt in my mind she could go for my throat if she truly wanted to. But she stops midway when the sounds of Ejnar cries inside this tent.

My Lycan growls in approval, he believes we have a fierce mate and that I do have to agree with him. It also means I was right, she is a royal and she belongs to me now.

I leave her be and return to the bed of furs to lay down and cover my eyes. Her body is still naked and I want to ravage her even more, push her to the limit but I decide against it, for now. Although, her stunt agitated me just about so I decide to break her ego by mentioning the ceremony. I'm sure she has heard of our ways, the ones she may think is barbaric and cruel.

"Do not think that I forgot to mark you, we will become one in front of my pack. It will happen and I will not tell you when."

She's silent but her body becomes visibly stiff, she's scared. I can smell it off of her and it's a scent I want off of her. I can tell she wants to leave me, there's no fucking way in hell that I'll let her leave, ever.