The Delta's Daughter Chapter 75

Lamia

Four days until the full moon

I woke up shivering, even though I was wrapped in the heavy blanket I had been provided by Xander, it was cold enough to freeze the balls off a polar bear. The guards were nice enough to bring us hot tea and I grasped at the mugs warmth, holding it close to my chest.

God what I wouldn’t give for a nice long hot bath and some frickin’ fresh clothes right now. I had been in my suit for 3 days now. I felt dirty and scummy.

It was sometime late afternoon when I scented and heard Mathias’ footsteps coming into the dungeons. Marching straight to my cell, like a man on a mission, ordering the guard to open the door. He barged in aggressively, his larger-than-life frame filling the tiny room.

His eyes were ablaze and had me backing up on instinct. Inanna whimpered as his Alpha aura rolled off him in waves.

He got in my face, jaw clenched and teeth tight as he spat his angry words at me. “I don’t fucking trust you! Why are my tribes being ambushed by wolves? You and your father conveniently show up on my territory and my people start getting attacked! Last night, I had another small clan attacked on the western side of my border. They were wiped out! You tell me now, little wolf, why your father is looking for Odeia, and who is organizing the rogue wolves!”

He had backed me into a corner, not noticing I had broken my chains, the fury in his grey eyes, murderous. For the first time in my life, my wolf wanted to submit and bare our neck to him. But there was no way that was happening. I stood as tall as I could to look him in the eye, having to crane my head up.

Even in his irate state and his temper flaring, he was... beautiful. All man, all Alpha.

“First of all, I have no idea who Odeia is or why my father is looking for her. Why don’t you try asking him? Second, I am sorry about your clans, all of them.” My voice lowering with the latter sentence, I truly was sorry for his loss. It was never easy to lose a member of a pack.

“I have asked him, and he refused to tell me… How can I trust you, when you can’t tell me the truth?” his voice was grated and full of disappointment.

I couldn’t understand why he didn’t trust me. I have done nothing but be truthful. His lack of judgment was making me frustrated; he was like a horse with blinders, only seeing where he was told to look.

I glared daggers at him and squared my shoulders, he was seriously being a big child and had his head stuck so far up his ass he obviously couldn’t see the woods for the trees.

“You are impossible, do you know that? You need to let me help you! I can help you damn it! I am not your enemy, Mathias! That would be you!” My finger poking at his chest with every word. Scalding him like the self-centered ass he was.

Each prod a little more forceful than the last. I was fuming and flustered all at the same time.

The bond was working its magic, creating a craving for my mate. A craving I didn’t want. His scent was suffocating, the vanilla and black rum aroma soaking into all my senses. And then I remembered why I was fuming.

Mathias needed to get it through to his thick, yet devastatingly handsome skull, that, just because I didn’t want him as a mate, it didn’t mean I wouldn’t help him!

If, when I was crowned queen, I would be taking an oath to protect and serve my people; my people were all races of shifters.

“Mathias, please, look at the file I sent you 2 months ago, I think the attacks on your tribes are related. Let me help you.” I was trying to reason with him, appealing to his better judgment.

I looked up, his eyes swirling with silver flecks, as his beast made his presence through them. I laid my palms on his chest, in a bid to calm his beast down.

I made the mistake of licking my dry lips and his eyes tracked the movement. I couldn’t tell what he was thinking, but like a predator on its prey, he smashed his lips on mine.

I froze for but a moment and when his lips began to part, I felt mine moving with them. With each kiss came little jolts of electricity.

His large hands clasped around my waist, making me feel a sense of security in a bazaar way and I groaned when he pulled me in closer. My hands were still on his chest, fisting the shirt that was hiding his herculean body. His tall beefy and naturally tanned frame loomed over me. He was just so… BIG… and powerful… and perfect.

His lips moved against mine and I responded. A shiver of excitement passed down my spine, ending its journey as a tingling between my thighs.

He broke the kiss and whispered in my ear “I will not let you reject me on the full moon, little Wolf. You want me. You kissed me back and you liked it.” His voice was so low and seductive and full of confidence that he had me almost swooning, until he pushed me away when I scoffed and spluttered at his ridiculous fantasy.

He was still an arrogant shit. When I looked into his eyes, I saw his pain, hurt that I had caused.

He left not even looking back, as I searched for words. I still hadn’t found them when the guard closed and locked the cell door.

*****

Mathias

Last night, I had to go into Lonely City, to take care of some ‘business’. A tribe was trying to move in on some of the local organizations there and the Alpha of the tribe was using blunt force and bullying to push business owners to pay for his protection.

I thought I had tamed my beast after shifting for the first time in a long time and running the territory for hours. Apparently not.

Right before I left, Xander came and told me about the discussion he had with the little wolf, Lamia. The she-wolf was constantly on my mind. If it wasn’t because of the invisible threads of the mate bond making me crave her, wanting to touch and taste every part of her, it was because of the attacks, I still wasn’t sure if I could trust her. She said she came for her father, but her father refused to disclose why he was searching for Odeia and who had sent him here. I was less and less sure that they had anything to do with ambushing the small Clans and tribes, but not fully convinced. The timing of their arrival and the onslaught was too convenient in my eyes.

Then there was the challenge. Did the little wolf know the challenge would be to the death? She couldn’t if she told Xander she would reject me on the full moon.

I would hate to kill another mate, but if the challenge was not rescinded or the challenger did not submit to the Alpha they opposed before the match, by our own laws that I uphold, I would have to kill her. And I would. 

I need her to submit to me, and change her mind. I don’t think Arcas would ever come back if I let her go.

I took Tobias with me into the city, and after dealing with the ruffian Alpha, which I might add, resulted in me tearing the necks out of him and his subordinates, for trying to encroach on my city. It may be the scourge of the realm, but it was still mine and there were still laws.

I was mad, so mad at the little wolf, and I wanted her out of my system, to forget about her. If she didn't want me then I fucking didn't want her either.

Lies. I kept lying to myself the whole night, that I didn't need her, didn't want her.

When we got back to my penthouse, in the casino, where we would be staying for the night before heading back to the Clan Mansion. I was still reeling about what Xander had said, and still wanted to hate my mate.

As if on auto pilot, the night became crazy. I called for some girls to be sent up, Tobias and I began to drink and fuck our fill through the night.

Swapping girls half way through, tag teaming them, fucking them at the same time. There was belladonna for the she-bears, wolfsbane for the she-wolves, and whatever other drugs these girls brought with them to take the edge off.

At one point, I was pounding into a girl from behind, giving zero fucks if she was getting pleasure while her mouth was wrapped around Tobias’ cock. I had hold of her arms, pulled behind her and my brutal thrusts sent her forward and down on to Tobias’ length.

It wasn’t until she began gagging and then regurgitating, puke spilling from the corners of her mouth that we realized we had taken things too far and I had made a mistake.

I pulled out and off, lifting her into my arms as Tobias called for security and the medic the casino always had on standby.

After showering and having security clear out the rest of the girls, we left shortly after and drove back to the Clan. The ride had been silent, and I know I should have felt guilty for that girl, but I didn’t.

The only guilt I felt came from Arcas. He didn’t want those girls. He wanted our mate.

The green-eyed vixen that was sitting in our dungeons and for what reason? I still couldn’t answer my own question.

We arrived back in our Clan mid-afternoon, my feet having a mind of their own as we stomped towards the dungeons, I would make her answer me. She would tell me what I wanted to hear.

I barreled down the corridor until I reached her cell, and began my ranting. Demanding she answer my questions. I got in her face towering over her; to anyone else they would find my approach intimidating and would cower, but not her.

Instead, she squared her shoulders and began prodding my chest, each poke harder, as she yelled back at me. "You are impossible, do you know that? You need to let me help you! I can help you damn it! I am not your enemy, Mathias! That would be you!” It was sexy as fuck.

Her hands reached up and touched my chest. I think she meant to calm me down, but it excited me instead, then she licked her luscious pouty, pink lips. My eyes were watching the seductive act. I swallowed the lump in my throat.

I didn’t hear anything else she said, because I was so focused on wanting to taste her lips and before I could stop, my mouth was upon hers. I moved my lips over hers and her response had me wanting more when she didn’t protest. Her hands fisted my shirt and I grabbed her waist, pulling her closer to me.

The feel of her perfect hourglass figure in my hands was beyond description. Her tapered waist and wider hips felt like putty in my hands as I parted her warm, sweet mouth. I could feel her excitement; the slightest touch between our bodies was leaving me wanting more.

Receiving a mind link from Tobias had me reluctantly breaking the kiss.

Abner had arrived and I needed to talk with him. I bent in towards her ear. I was still affected by the kiss, more than I wanted to be, so my voice came out lower and deeper than I intended, “I will not let you reject me on the full moon little wolf. You want me. You kissed me back and you liked it.” I smirked, because I could smell her arousal and knew I had affected her just as much as she did me.

I watched her striking green eyes go from shock, to annoyance and narrow at me as she tried to form words. I said nothing else as my throat bobbed, swallowing down a primal urge to mate with her here and now, and left the dungeons.

Kissing her was… a mistake.

*****

Abner was already waiting in my office, along with Xander and Tobias. “Abner.” I greeted him, holding my hand out to shake his.

“King.” He greeted back, his pale blue eyes meeting mine for only a moment before he cast them down in respect.

Abner was a friend of my father, and when I was younger he would check in on my mother from time to time. He was also the youngest member of the high council in his mid fifties. He was a well built man, with platinum hair and pale blue eyes and almost as tall as me. He was part of the polar clan that was outside the reaches of our kingdom in the furthest most northern region of the realm, coming from a long and noble line of white bears. He was a man I trusted eminently.

I wasn’t a man to beat around the bush, I liked to get straight to the point. The problem was, where to start? So I, with the input of Tobias and Xander, began from when the Delta first arrived and recounted events in a timeline fashion. “…we now have the Delta and his fucking daughter Lamia in the dungeons; she’s some kind of Alpha…”

I was interrupted half way through speaking, something that could easily get one killed, If it wasn’t for the respect I had for Abner, and the look on his face. Astounded might be an understatement, but if the man opened his eyes any wider, they might just fall out!

“Mathias King Artos!” his expression now turning from shocked to appalled. I’m sitting here trying to figure out what I missed, or did wrong. Tobias gave me as much of a confused look as I was giving Abner.

“Let me get this straight”. He stood up from the couch and went to the bar, speaking over his shoulder “Are you telling me you have the Royal Delta to the king of werewolves, Marcus Langley? And the delta's daughter Lamia Langley? And you say you have them both locked up in your dungeons? All because he was looking for Odeia?”

A glass in one hand and a bottle in the other, he spread his arms widely in question, like he was waiting for me to answer. Well, I just fucking told him I did, so why is he asking? So I gesture a ‘yah…and’ with my hand.

Abner starts to violently laugh, almost doubling over. I have never in all my 28 years seen Abner crack even a smile. “Mind sharing the fucking joke?” I grunt and shift slightly on the couch to get a better look at him so I can try to slowly kill him with my eyes.

Xander joins in laughing with Abner. What is with these two knuckle heads? “Oh it gets better! This wolf chick is Mat’s second chance mate and she’s going to…”

“Challenge me on the full moon.” I interrupted before Xander could say something I didn’t want to hear or anyone else to know about. "She wants to challenge me for her father’s life on the full moon.”

“Oh son, you are so screwed” Abner cracks up again.

What the fuck does that mean?