Wolf's Will

Chapter 10

"Ashina! Who is this man?" He asked in a friendly tone. He didn't come off as angry. Even the guards of the court were not around. The atmosphere wasn't official. She felt relaxed.

"Father! He is Falcris. Son of Beta Donolf. His father was the one who helped us unravel plots of the Ekun's pack during the last war. We…" 

"Ashina! I know who his father is. Tell me the relationship between you and the young wolf." Lord Olcan ordered. He stood up from his seat and moved closer towards them.

"He is a wolf I am interested in, father. I love him." She said to her father with a smile on her face. She moved forward so her father would know how happy she is. She had her hand on her chest. 

"You love him?" He said. He turned around and smiled.

"And you Falcris, what do you have to say about that?" Olcan asked Falcris.

"Lord Olcan. I love your daughter. She is the perfect mate. She is…" Falcris said. He bowed down immediately. He thought it would be disrespectful to talk to Lord Olcan while standing. 

"My Lord, your daughter is the embodiment of perfection. The most royal among the Felans of Noguchi. And it would make me happy if you would accept me as her mate." Falcris explained. 

"You should stand, young wolf" Olcan ordered. Immediately Falcris stood up, Olcan turned sharply. He maneuvered his feet in a way that seemed like he wanted to kick Falcris. Falcris moved back a bit and with a super speed faster than what Falcris or Ashina could notice, Olcan punched Falcris' jaw. The punch launched him farther away from where he was standing. Falcris yelped.

"Father! What are you doing?" Ashina cried.

"Shut up! You ingrate. How disappointing are you?" He cursed his daughter.

Falcris stood up to run away from the court. Before he could get his balance, Olcan got to him. He held his neck. 

"You! You infidel! You bewitched and defile my daughter!" He screamed at Falcris. Guards who had hid behind the shadows came out. Olcan dropped Falcris. The guards grabbed him almost immediately.

Falcris' tongue split on the impact of Olcan's punch. He groaned but after a few seconds, it healed. 

"Lord Olcan, I never touched your daughter." He protested. 

"Take him away. This night, he shall be punished according to the law." Her father ordered. And that was the last time she heard Falcris' voice say something audible. The next time she heard his voice was from this very room she is sitting in now. The voice of agony. 

She won't deny the fact that Beowulf is more of royalty and a better-looking wolf than Falcris. She remembered his soft-looking face. She wondered how vibrating his lungs would be while he growls close to her ears. She didn't fear him getting hurt or lied upon by her father. He is som of the Ultimate Alpha. She remembered the last moment of her consciousness. His patched hand proved the hardship of the training he would have gone through. 

She inhaled the air around her and reminisced the subtle but royal scent of Beowulf. She felt the muscles in her body tense. It contracted. Her heart rate began racing faster the more she thought of Beowulf and his similarities to Falcris. It was like she could see him through Beowulf. Felt like Beowulf would be the one to remind her of the only failed love story she ever had in her life. Being a hundred and eight years old, she only experienced love for half of a year. But now every emotion she felt for Falcris doubled for Beowulf. 

She felt her breast get fuller. Thank the goddess she wasn't wearing her corset. She remembered the first time Falcris had come close to her with her corset on. It pricked her hard nipple. She remembered how he had made a low growl into her ear and had held her waist. He spread his hand on her waist. Even though she had a cloth on, she remembered the feeling she got when he traced his hand to her spine. 

 "I need to take my bath." She said to herself. She went to her bathroom. 

"Lord Beowulf," she called his name to herself. She sat in her bathtub. Her large plastic bathtub. She appreciated her maid who had filled it with water. She removed her leggings while sitting. She put her right hand within her thigh. She felt her muscles tighten more. A sort of different liquid came out of her private part. She didn't want to let go of touching her private part. She rubbed the top gently. A cold sensation ran through her. 

Her breast that felt bigger than it was itched her. She held and squeezed it with her left finger, while she formed a scissors shape with her hand and covered her genitals with it. She moved around it at a snail pace. The thought of Beowulf being the man to satisfy her drove her crazy. It brought a smile to her face. 

She retrieved her hand and inserted it into her genitals. She moaned and exhaled sharply. She continued till she felt an unexplainable feeling from her genitals.

It spread through her body even to her fingertips. She could swear it appeared nearly painful then an outburst of comfort accompanied it. She smiled. 

She sat down in the bathtub. Her head pulled back. The comfort she felt is one she never experienced. It felt like it was a sleep-inducing one. She remembered Falcris one more time. She knew she would have wanted to have this feeling with him. He was an innocent man that became unfortunate because of her.

She is to be blamed for his misfortune. But she knew no one was going to listen to her. She shouldn't even tell Beowulf. One of her friends has said male wolves tend to be more jealous than Felans. They feel more insecure when compared to anyone than Felans. 

"So this is what it feels like to get to orgasm," she smiled one more time and closed her eyes, with her head laid on the bathtub. After a few minutes of thoughts of regret and wishes, she slept off.