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Alpha Queen Amory's POV

The path to the main sleep chamber was just as she remembered it to be, and instead, she gripped Romulus' arm tighter—Hoping that it didn't give off the wrong impression.

Not that she wasn't excited, but because she wanted to be a supportive Mate. Having seen it throughout her time as a Healer wasn't the same as it was now.

Not from a medical standpoint, and there were so few Halfies in the Kingdom that their union was a statistic in the low percentage.
Lower, if they counted in just nobility.

As they entered the room, Amory had taken the lead to sit at the edge of the bed while Romulus bided his time in undressing his shirt and boots. Still looking as handsome as ever, even when the scars echoed onto the better half of his chest.

"Shall I light the fire here as well?"
"Please..." She croaked, he must have caught her shivers. Not that it was at all because she was cold, but her nerves were trying to find a release somewhere.

In a moment of weakness, she had come forward and hugged him from behind, her face stuffed into his bare back.
Hoping to the Goddess that he couldn't feel her tears. "Amory..."

"I'm sorry, I think today was much more than I can handle."
"No, don't say that...You've faced double this and kept a smile on your face. This...Right here, between us, is vulnerable. I plan to mark you this evening, to make the claim...It will make things simpler, I promise you that." She nodded against his skin, but it still wasn't enough to settle the ache in her heart.

"Do you recall...My promise I made when you were planning the Ball?"

"No, the Ball was such a long time ago that I—Yes. I do." Her face flushed instantly as she recalled the promise or threat he had made, and then the followthrough caught her by surprise as he lightly tugged her by the waist and pressed his lips back to hers.

Allowing their tongues to dance and mellow the mood, giving the fire a chance to heat them.

And just as he expected, Amory had grown in confidence as she had started to control their kiss. But Romulus withheld until his beast couldn't manage to allow her to have such dominance.

Causing a low growl to settle through the room. It was then that her laughter followed suit, and he nuzzled deep into her neck, scoping out the spot he had decided long before.

"I should be mad that you've kept the fact that I'm your mate from me...But I can't seem to—Think right now." She hummed, and he pressed another kiss to the base of her neck to travel upwards.

"If I must distract you, so be it."
"It was still wrong, Romulus."
"I know, and I will apologize all night if I must." Another shiver pressed through her as he pressed his body against hers, somehow managing to get undressed as she had. However, the lace was riding up to taunt Romulus further.

He had taken time to memorize her body, and if it were possible, her skin felt softer—but his wolf had purred in response as her body continued to buckle and bend to his own movements.

"Rom...Does the bite hurt?"
"It won't. When we are at our peak, it will emphasize all that we are to one another." With that, he had nipped at the spot once more and she felt herself smile as he dug deeper. "You are welcome to bite me back..." He teased, and Amory found herself smiling thoughtfully in return.

"I can't bite you—"

"There are many things a wolf can do for their Mate—The terms protect and nurture is the grand scheme of it all. The second I get a whiff of your blood, my beast has the capacity to take over, all without warning. Our blood can heal one another. As it did before when my General found you close to death." It was far too much for her to truly understand what he was saying, not when the heat of his breath was tickling her neck.

Then it hit her—

"What?!" She hissed, and to what seemed to be a crooked grin pressed gently against her lips. "It is all-natural. This is natural." What had been concerning just moments ago had been erased completely as Amory took Romulus' embrace entirely.

The familiar actions had made things so much easier, and Romulus did not hesitate to shift her legs over his shoulders and show just how naturally things could be.

"Just think of all the possibilities of healing—" Romulus had to stop her before her babbling had gone too far. Something he and his cock couldn't handle at the moment.

Instead, Amory hummed against his lips and sighed in relief as he was able to break through her thoughts and allow a break to shift between them. It was as if these moments, these stolen moments, always caught her off guard.

That Romulus could even manage to shift the balance between overthinking and the present time.

The shiver of delight had allowed Romulus to follow how Amory was reacting.
Even with her nerves, they were easing into a pattern.

One that he was addicted to hearing, as well as the hitch in her breath every time he focused on her glorious breasts. Perk and just ready for the taking.

To the point where her back arched—A not so silent plea to wanting more.

But enough of all that, Romulus his eyes set on this divine cunt that he shifted her with ease and smothered himself deep within her folds. Truly causing a cry that would bask through the hills and without a doubt reach their traveling guard.

Over and over again, had Romulus sought his sights to seek out her pleasure, and every time she had conceded, a small mew had left her as if she couldn't possibly finish again.

And so he tested himself and allowed it once more, hoping that by now some of her worries have stilled. With the stealth of a predator, he had come forward and hovered over her—pushing aside the hair that cover her forehead and smirking at the sweat now glistening over her soft skin.

"Love? Are you there?"
"Cocky bastard." She whispered, and he hummed in recognition of the taunt. But it always had felt more like a praise, especially when Amory was out of breath as she was.

And the grin that soon appeared had confirmed his suspicions. Or the fact that her hand had traveled down to his stiffened cock. "'mory—"

"Will you be my Mate, Romulus? To have and to hold for the rest of eternity?" She whispered up to him, bearing her neck to appease his inner beast.

But all he could digest was the fluid motion as her hand pumped his cock in such a slow and sensual moment, that he nearly forgot that she spoke. "Rom?"
"Y-yes. Until we leave our legacy behind, and turn into nothing but stardust—To become a beacon together at night, to watch over our family." The mention of family had done something to Amory that she hadn't quite yet admitted to herself, she wanted it—Wanted it more than life itself.

To have someone to hold, someone to teach and love with all her heart.

And yet, here her Mate was—A obvious factor that she herself, as a human, couldn't truly identify. "Make me your Mate, Romulus. Claim me, claim us—Claim this kingdom for all to know." She whispered against his cheek, and it had called upon him to make the first move, aligning himself against her now-soaked folds, pressing lightly before sinking himself deeper.

And deeper, but pausing at the first instance that Amory's breath hitched at a sign of discomfort. Yet before his question could make it out into the open, she had moaned so fruitfully in his ear that it made him eager to continue.

And continue, he surely did.

The way her body had rocked and responded with each gentle thrust had awakened something within him. It truly had turned out to be something more than just the average battle between himself and his beast, no, he wanted out.

Wanting to be closer than ever before, and already they had reached a pinnacle in their relationship—But it was about to get even better.

Romulus ravished every part of Amory's body, and worshipped her as the Alpha Queen she was always destined to be. Both here and now, he had caressed her with both hands on her cheeks as he continued his rhythm—But right now, he wanted her undivided attention.

"You are taking me so well...You will get used to me, mate. We were made for each other. Every fiber of my being has been crafted to pleasure, protect and nurture you with my last dying breath." The declaration had been Amory's final straw as she closed her eyes shut and submitted to the call.

With her nails taking refuge in his back, clawing downwards and deep, Romulus had found the opening to her neck as his canines unhinged and he swallowed one final breath before locking tightly around the weakened skin.

A quickened jolt of surprise had found its way through Amory's breathless voice, but another groan of pleasure had followed. Much like he had first admitted, but speaking of his explanation—She would not be considered Alpha Queen if she did not stake her own claim.

And thus, without any thoughts or planning, Amory leaned in and found the power in her dull fangs to make the smallest puncture marks any wolf might have seen.

Though it was enough to cause a sliver of blood to linger in her mouth—And all at once, had both Romulus and Amory found their embodiment to one another.

With a startled gasp, she felt the blessings of her Mate as he filled her to the brim and found sanction in her neck as his body fell flat against hers.

She had tired the poor Alpha King to the point of exhaustion, even when she tried to twist her body to escape. It had all been a failed attempt.

"No." He growled, and Amory found herself smiling like a lovesick fool, even to the point of ignoring the blood soaking her pillow at the painful bliss that flooded her. "Rom—"
"We're locked, 'mory." With a quick bat of her eyes, Romulus had given a small tug to prove his point, and another fevered gasp and his combined groan had confirmed his suspicions.

"W-what?"
"We are combined, this is to ensure that Goddess will hear our mating...And what fine teeth you have, I didn't think you would actually try." He cooed, still fairly out of breath, but she simply leaned forward to claim another kiss.

"You are claimed, Alpha King Romulus."

"As are you, Alpha Queen Amory."

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Date: 07/26/23

Time: 8:55

Words: 1816

Author's Note:

Our Queen has claimed the King!
Shall we try for one more chapter?