The Delta's Daughter Chapter 39

ZANE

After eating in the dining hall, I was more than ready to have my doll all to my fucking self. 

I didn’t mind socializing, but I preferred to do it with my own pack. Prince prick and I had been getting on alright, much to my distaste. I still didn’t like the goody two shoes prince, but he put my mate first and she was a top priority of his. I still didn’t like how close the fucker and Lamia are.

Knowing they shared a ‘special bond’, whatever the fuck that was, grated on my nerves. Again, though, the little prick was somehow important to my mate, so that meant against my choice, I had to deal with it. Only for her would I deal with it, only for her would I put my differences aside.

I kept thinking about the stupid story her kitty friend, Tawny, told us. I had laughed at the fairy tale, not sure how it was relevant to my doll. Yet… There was this niggling feeling in the back of my head and Dacia had paced around like a wandering fucking rabbit in the back of my mind for the rest of the night.

‘Must mark mate’ He would intermittently shout out. I had full intension of marking my mate as soon as possible; it would have happened last night if Prince prick or some insufferable twat wasn’t vying for our attention with all these talks.

I was quiet during dinner, just wanting to be alone with my mate. The chatter surrounded me but I paid no attention to anyone except for Lamia. I couldn’t help but be amazed by her. Her strength and unexplainable knack of being able to let things slide over her had me in awe. A lesser wolf would have crumbled from the stress of the events that had taken place in life. Not my mate though. She was fierce, she was robust, tenacious. I was proud to call her my mate. I was sure if anyone took any notice of me they would see my chest puffed out and the love in my eyes for her.

Finally, I was able to pull Lamia away and get back up to her apartment. She had gone to take a shower while I needed to make some calls to my Beta and Gamma who were holding down the fort for me until the end of this week. As much as I needed to talk to them, I would rather be in the shower with my mate helping wash her, among other more sinful things I can think of. Just the thought of her naked, the water running down her perfect fucking curves, droplets falling from those tear-drop, full breasts of hers, had me hard.

‘Mark mate’ Dacia repeated again.

‘Seriously dude, what the fuck is up with you? I got it, we need to mark her.’ He was being insufferable, the constant pacing in my head.

‘Mark mate, so she won’t be stolen.’ He gruffed before retreating once again to the back of my mind, the ever presence of his paws padding back and forth in my head.

‘No one will fucking steal her. She is MINE!’ I wasn’t sure if my reply was more to comfort him or myself, but the thought of someone stealing my mate, my doll. Not fucking happening, that thought alone had my blood boiling and jaw clenching.

I dialed my Beta Bret’s number. I had known the guy since we were four and his family had joined our pack. He was my best friend along with my Gamma, Cyrus. We were more like brothers. We always, no matter what, had each other’s backs and I could trust them with anything. They were even there the night Lamia challenged me for the pack and kicked my ass. Not once had they ever said anything, nor made fun of me for it. Shit, this was going to be a shock to them when they found out the ‘insufferable hot bitch’, as I used to call her and hated, turned out to be my mate.

A couple of rings and I heard Bret answer.

“What’s up Z?” His overly cheery voice came across the line.

The guy always seemed happy about something or another. He kind of reminded of Mike. I inwardly groaned at the thought of those two meeting. The fucking bro-mance those two dick heads would have.

We talked pack dynamics for a while, the annual upcoming festival we would have to commemorate the birth of our pack, patrols, security and new members that needed to be initiated. We had two families that had transferred. After all the business was talked about, it was time to tell him about Lamia. My mom and sis had been under strict instructions not to tell anyone.

I took a deep breath, I wasn’t scared or ashamed, far from it, I was just anticipating his overzealous reaction to finding the packs Luna.

“Yah so I got something to tell you…” I began, keeping my tone cold and void of any emotion, when the truth was, I was fucking ecstatic and could not wait to show my fucking Luna off and announce her to the world. My shoulders slummed at the setback, we couldn’t do that… not right away. Fuck. “I found my mate.”

“Dude, that’s fucking awesome! So who’s the unlucky lady and when do we get to meet her?” Bret questioned. Excitement was clearly evident in his voice. Everyone knew a Luna could only strengthen your pack and Alpha. The joining of two souls becoming one, finding the other half of our life source only made us Alphas stronger and the Luna becoming the pack mother and taking on responsibilities of the community.

“Yah so, you have already met her… It’s Lamia Langley. The Delta’s daughter.” There was a long pause at the other end of the line.

“Did she reject you? Are you going to reject her?” I thought I heard a slight twinge of panic in his voice, but shook it off.

“Nobody is rejecting anyone.” I growled out.

“Sorry man, I just thought… I didn’t think… don’t you guys hate each other?” He stumbled over his words before blurting out the latter question.

“A lot of shit has gone down here; I got a lot of fucking shit to tell you…” I released a breath and started to mimic my wolf as I paced the small kitchen, running a hand through my hair, bringing Bret up to date on the past couple of day’s events. “…I’m coming home at the end of the week, Monday Tuesday time I will clarify that depending on what’s happening here, But Bret, I don’t want to leave her here I can’t be without her, It will drive me and Dacia crazy being away from her” I finished waiting for my best friend to help me figure shit out.

“Dude, that’s some fucking drama! I understand why she should stay at the royal pack, but this pack and you also need their Luna. The pack will fight for their Alpha and Luna, or I guess Alphas”. He chuckled at the end. “But what about Jody?”

Shit. I forgot about her.

“What about her? She was fun but that’s over now. She would understand or leave.” No I wasn’t putting my doll in that position, although anyone who challenged Lamia was a moron. “I will speak with her when I return, for now say nothing.”

He wasn’t wrong, Lamia was an Alpha.

“Thinking about it Z, she might be better off here rather than where everyone knows her and has seen her wolf. Pack members here won’t know anything, nor have they seen her shift.”

It was food for thought; I would bring it up to Lamia, but we all knew how word travelled fast through the kingdom. I thanked him for his advice as I wandered back into Lamia’s bedroom just as she came out of the bathroom wrapped in a towel that hardly covered anything, my lips curling into a provocative smirk and my eyes roamed up her body resting on her full lips but not missing the ‘fuck me’ eyes she was giving me. 

“…I gotta go.” And hung up on Bret just like that as I crossed the room inhumanly and took my doll into my arms. Pure fucking bliss.

Pressing her intoxicating body flush against mine, my lips crashed down on hers, eliciting a pleasurable moan from her, my dick growing harder in my pants. It didn’t take much for this girl to get me riled up, a look, a touch, a whisper, was all she needed to have me bending at the knee for her.

“Zane” she rasped as I trailed my lips past her jaw down to her neck, sucking and biting on the sensitive skin.

I unhooked her towel, letting it fall to the floor, bringing my one hand down, gliding across her soft flesh. Past the ribs, over her torso and lower still; until I found her weeping hole ready for me as I circled her clit and inserted one finger into her wet and tight entrance.

I growled as she let out a gasp, our bodies shivered at the electric contact.

So fucking in sync.

I bent at the knees taking one hardened nipple into my mouth sucking and biting as my finger slipped in and out, her back arched towards me and I added another finger. Her sweet breath was ragged and panting with the movement of my fingers, her pussy weeping all over them. My body shuddered and shook. I wasn’t sure if I could bring her to climax; my own need to be buried deep inside her was outweighing the need to pleasure her.

“Fuck doll, do you know what you do to me?” I groaned against her plum breast.

Her hand came down trailing above my shirt, and when it reached my dick, restrained by the zipper, she began stroking it through the thick fabric,

“Fuck me Alpha” she bewitchingly whimpered.

I lost my shit. Any restraint I had, any thoughts of pleasing her and bringing her to orgasm, left. Gone. I tore my fucking clothes off and threw her on the bed, where she landed with her legs spread open. I stalked over to her, grabbing her ankles and pulling her to the edge. She squeaked at the jerky movement but cried out my name when my face plummeted between her legs and my tongue lashed out at her wet core. Her smell and taste were fucking divine and a rumbling growl of satisfaction left my chest. Her perfect fucking body shivered from the vibration and her honey-coated moan filled the room.

“Oh Alpha!” she bucked her hips as my tongue went to town.

I had really just wanted to ram my dick into her but when she fell on the bed, her legs open, it was like a fucking invite to dessert.

And I was getting my fill. Her juices ran out on to my tongue as she rode out her orgasm. I lapped it all up, like a fucking ice cream. A sweet, brown sugar and vanilla-tasting ice cream. I slowly moved above her, kissing my way up until I met her lips, pushing my tongue into her mouth so she could taste herself on me.

I groaned when my dick easily slipped inside, like it was home and knew where it belonged, matching her whimpers of rapture.

Fitting together like a glove. The pleasure of our bare skin touching and jolts of currents that throbbed through me was inexplicable euphoria. Her tight walls clinging to my dick.

Pushing one of her knees back, I began to slowly move in and out at a torturous pace. Her beautiful streaked hair sprawled out around her head like a crown, green eyes holding my cold blue. She was exquisite, transcending.

“I fucking love you doll, now and forever.” I don’t know where it came from, I didn’t even know I had fallen so completely in love with her. I felt the power of the words send tingles all over me and my pace quickened and deepened.

Through her hazy moans, her words gave me more resolve to show her how much I loved and needed her

“I love you Zane Noir”

I started pounding into her furiously, losing myself and rhythm, my heart jolting at her words.

In one swift motion she flipped us over, somehow still managing to keep moving with me inside her, she began to ride me mercilessly. I felt her building up again and sat up, snaking one arm around her waist, the other grabbing her hair and kissed her hungrily with my hips slamming up into her.

 “Fuck Lamia, fuck you feel so good” I grunted, thrusting upwards harder.

When I felt her quiver and her slick pussy start to tighten, my eyes darkened and my teeth tingled. I pulled away as my canines elongated. I found that sweet spot where her shoulder meets her neck and bit down hard. My thrusts became erratic as I plunged upward seeking my own release, the pleasurable pain of her nails tearing open my back as she clung tightly when I bit down harder, planting my claim for all to see and scent.

The screaming of my name and gush of her climax had me releasing stream after stream of cum inside her, coating her walls with my seed, filling her up. I had never felt anything like this, the rapture of the marking sent me dizzy as I pumped a few more times into her riding out both our highs, now holding her tight against me. I finally released her from my bite, licking the sweet-tasting blood from my lips and then my mark, sealing the wound and my scent in her. The act alone, sending a tremor through both of our bodies.

‘Mate is ours!’ Dacia excitedly pranced in our head. His chest puffed out with pride.

‘Yes, mate is ours’ I chuckled back at his excitement.

I pulled out of her and rolled our bodies so we were facing side by side, reaching up to move a strand of her hair so I could see those beautiful emerald greens, they were lightly glowing like the goddess she is.

“I meant it, Zane” she reached up and brushed her fingers along my stubble-coated jaw. I was just about to ask ‘meant what’ when she spoke.

“That I love you. I don’t want to stay here when you leave, but I know you need to leave and I don’t want to put your pack in danger…” She trailed off.

I swallowed the lump lodged in my throat at her confession.

“Hey, hey, come here”. I pulled her into my arms and she buried her head into my chest. “I want you to come with me. I was going to ask later. I don’t want to be away from you, Lamia. I don’t think I fucking can.” I admitted. My voice was soft and caressing. Only for her would I show that side of me. No fucker else.

Before the night was over, we had made love and fucked many times, each time just as invigorating, just as breath-taking, just as magical. I could never tire of this woman. Never. She was my everything!

She is MINE. 

Eventually, sleep did claim us both. Promising we would make plans for her to leave with me tomorrow. Lamia is claimed, marked and mated. Her heat will come soon.

*****

UNKNOWN POV

“Send out a handful of scouts to the royal palace, for surveillance. Oh and Oliver, send them a message, tell them ‘I will be coming for what’s mine and his reign will be coming to an end'. The next attack will be the death of the King” Silas said, smiling slimily.

“Now send in the Alpha and his little bitch.” He directed to one of the guards.

“Yes my lord”, the sniveling idiot bowed, only to return moments later with a cowering Alpha Richard and his daughter Kira.

The Alpha was pushed to his knees in front of the rogue king, shaking like a leaf, like the coward he is. I should kill him, put him down like the dog he is, but we still needed his pack and numbers. Silas had been holding his Luna in our cells for months now, a pretty little thing, but a little too old for his taste in pleasure. However, his bitch daughter was pleasing to the eye. Her bouncy curls and plump tits that jiggled when my men manhandled her into the room, it is thanks to her we have all the details of the palace and information about the Dire Wolf.

I licked my lips as my eyes trailed over her, down to that sweet round ass I would like to bury my dick inside.

Not taking my eyes off the hot piece of ass, my voice was laced with disgust as I aimed my words at the trembling Alpha, knelt before me “You failed the true king, Richard. Do you want your Luna back, or would you rather her rot in my cells? Better yet I could pass her around my men.”

“N-no please lord Oliver, I will not fail you again.” I chuckled at the bumbling idiot.

“Fail me again and I will have your Luna raped while I make you watch my men taking turns on her.” I sniggered at the thought.

The rogue Kings savagery had begun to taint my soul; I guess the apple didn’t fall far from the tree. I cackled as the pathetic excuse of an Alpha’s face paled, knowing I would let that happen. I would enjoy watching it too. I turned to the girl, who surprisingly was standing straight; any trepidation was masked by a stoic look held steady on her face.

“Is that what you would like to see, little girl, your mother defiled in every sinful way I can imagine?” I asked huskily, moving behind her and whispering the words into her ear.

A shaky gasp left her mouth but quickly recovered, sticking her nose pointedly into the air, but only holding a small hint of confidence in her voice, she turned her head and her dirty brown eyes met mine.

“She is not my mother. Do as you wish to her.”

“Richard, return to your pack and have your warriors ready for when King Silas calls.” I dismissed the runt with a wave of my hand.

The two guards dragged him to his feet and moved towards his daughter.

“Kira, let’s go” he said to her hastily, his jittery hand reaching out towards her. His dirty brown eyes held fear and shame.

“No, she will stay with me, for now.” My evil grin slowly curled into my face as I thought about the things I could do with this girl. Richard began to splutter and protest,

“Lord Oliver, you can’t do this, you have my Luna, not my daughter, I beg of you!” but with the wave of my hand he was dragged out. My eyes travelling over the little girl making my cock harden in my pants as I thought about plundering between her cheeks.

Stepping closer to her, I grabbed her chin between my fingers, squeezing her.

“Now be a good girl and call your little dire wolf friend. If you give her any indication that you are working for us, your punishment will be severe. Do a good job and I will reward you just the way you like it.”

“Yes my lord.” Her words sounded seductive to my ears, I leant forward and licked her cheek, tasting the youth of her smooth creamy skin. Later I would taste the rest of her, either by her choice or mine, it did not matter.

She had a key roll to play in this war and the rogue king wanted the Dire Wolf, I wanted the death of the Royals and this fine little piece of ass… Well, I wasn’t too sure what her angle was yet. I know she craves power, hence the reason she came to us, offering information. It was her idea to use her father’s army. She wanted the Alpha seat and her father was waiting for her to find her mate so he could be named Alpha of their pack.

The twisted she-wolf even helped bring in the Luna to weaken her father. What her idiotic father didn't know was she had already found her mate and rejected him, but not officially. He, too, was currently sitting in our cells.

I made a mental note to remember to fuck her in front of him later. Then I would send the were-bears in to do their thing. We maybe rogue’s, the scourge of wolves, but rogue bears took our maliciousness to a whole new level.

Whereas we may lack morals and have vile tendencies, rogue were-bears were much, much worse. They lacked conscience and ethics along with morality. They are nasty creatures and do nasty things. We still had rank and loyalty. They were lawless and the only person they were loyal to was their Rogue King.