Alpha king Callen is mateless or so he thinks.
Deciding to put the crown and the packs first he is pushed to make the decision of choosing a chosen instead of having his fated chosen.
Clara (his chosen) is to be made Luna and queen at the Luna...
Warning for readers: this chapter contains sexual content and wording. This chapter is intended for those who are 18+. If you are not 18+ or are triggered by such content then please skip.
Callan pov
Her hair was as soft as velvet, causing a myriad of emotions to wash through my heart. It reminded me of the night sky, dark and mysterious, or the storm clouds that gathered before releasing a downpour, giving me a sweet sense of relief. Her presence made me feel as though the rain had finally descended upon me, and this feeling was one that I never wanted to lose.
Her lips were unbelievably soft, and I couldn't resist indulging her every desire. I kissed her with an intensity I'd never felt before, and soon, the passion between us ignited. My tongue slipped past her lips, eliciting a deep groan from my throat as I deepened the kiss.
I could hear the need and want in her voice as she pleaded, "Please," the word escaping her lips in a whine that was both urgent and desperate. I ached to have her body beneath mine, and my hunger overcame me. I wrapped my arm around her, swiftly turning her body to fit my needs. I knew I could no longer hold back the primal desire burning within me.
I slowly moved my lips along her body, following the length of her curves. Starting at her neck, I lavished her with kisses, taking in her perfection. The thought of having chosen Clara to be my future queen was a haunting thought that was once the perfect image. It tore at my heartstrings, knowing that my own mate had not been by my side sooner. Why had fate intervened in such a way? Why had she come into my life now, when I was already destined to be with Clara?
It was common knowledge that I was destined to rule alongside Clara, a fact that was supported by the expectations of the people of my kingdom. Yet, my Wolf, Jaxon, had been vehemently against this union. But now, all those plans and arrangements were thrown into disarray by Valentina's unexpected arrival. Despite the chaos, I couldn't bring myself to worry about them, not with her lying in my arms.
My lips slowly ascended, marking a path from her body back up to her lips. I claimed her as mine in a fervent, hungry kiss, a declaration that she belonged to me, and me alone. Aligning our bodies, our bodies molded together seamlessly, every contour and detail fitting perfectly. It was proof the universe had designed us to be together, each of us perfectly complementary to the other.
"Callan" She moaned as I pushed in deeper. I buried my face into the crook of her neck, inhaling deeply and letting out a low, guttural growl. The sound reverberated through me, a primal declaration of the overwhelming desire and need I felt for her. In that moment, she was everything I craved, everything my Wolf had been longing for.
Being inside of her felt like the heavens and the earth had collided. The pleasure was so intense and overwhelming that words seemed inadequate to capture the intensity of the sensation. It went beyond any language, evoking a feeling so profound and intense that it defied description.
I pulled out until only the tip was inside and then I thrust back in balls deep. Moans and whimpers filled the room alongside the sound of skin slapping against skin. Low growls rumbled from deep within my chest, a primal act of protection. It was a silent warning to anyone who dared to approach my mate, that she was mine, and I would protect her fiercely.
My movements became frenzied, my hips colliding with hers in a wild, untamed rhythm. The encounter was raw and unapologetic, lacking any finesse or restraint. The urgency and need we felt for each other took over, driving us to lose ourselves in the moment. It was primal. Valentina's nails clawed into my back, leaving behind crescent-shaped scars. I will wear them with pride, a sign of her desire and need for me. I feel the trickle of blood trailing down my back, a mark of our intensity and passion.
Her voice trembled as she whispered my name, her legs wrapping around my waist, bringing me impossibly deeper and even closer than before. The pressure of her heels against my ass showed her desire to keep me right where I was, a silent plea to not let go. A plea I followed as I wrapped my arms around her, there was no way to know where I began and she ended. This was bliss.
"Valentina," I growled, my voice thick with need and desire. I was on the verge of losing control, the need for release taking over me.
"Who the fuck is Valentina!?"
Suddenly, reality slammed into me like a freight train, jolting me out of my lust-filled haze. The image of my mate dissolved, replaced by the face of the woman I had claimed. My chosen.
Shit.
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115 reads?! That's not something I expected to see on coming back here to write a new chapter for you all tomorrow. I'm actually shocked but also so damn happy right now. Thank you so much for reading my story. (Update: It's now 124 reads so seriously thank you so much! and I also wanted to say this chapter is much earlier than the others but I had it written and wanted to give it to you)
