Virago

3. Cailan Aresis

I did not bother with their names. They were here to fuck and warm my bed for the night if they were lucky. Why bother with their names? It started with names. Always did.

Whatever pack my father conquered, I got my potential mates from there. No matter how low or how high our compatibility was. I was Cailan Aresis, the first Prince after centuries and how could I let my potential mates mate with other males? Or that was what my father told me.

After the first pack we had conquered, my father asked me if any of my potential mates were there. I had thought that he was asking me to mate with one. When I had listed them, he sent them all to my bed the very night. Ever since then, that had how it was been.

At times, I might not even call them, they would throw themselves toward me. I would not touch the ones who did not want me, but they stayed in this castle nonetheless. They were not mistreated either, but they could not mate with someone else.

The pretty she-wolf whom I had fucked last night stirred on my bed. She had been a good fuck. One of the few females who did not ask me for my Mark. One among the females would become my princess consort, my queen. Only she would receive my mark.

But all the females here did not have that high compatibility with me. At the most, like this female, there might be around sixty per cent compatibility. That percentage compatibility was high among werewolves. Very high. Crossing the fifty per cent was shocking enough.

My mother and father had a compatibility of fifty per cent. Yet, my mother was not made the queen when my father took the crown. Perhaps, it was because of my father that I had a harem of females, but as I said, I did not touch the ones who did not want me to touch them. No matter how pretty they were or how high our compatibility was.

But if I did not find a female with higher compatibility, this female was the one who I would Mark. She was submissive towards me but knew how to manage the other girls. Knew when to bare her teeth and claws and when to hide them deep. That was enough.

"Cailan?" she called in her sleep. "Is it morning?"

"If not?" I asked, skimming my lips over her exposed shoulder. "What do you plan to do?"

She opened her eyes and her green eyes struck me. She blinked in confusion and glanced out at the inky sky. "It's not morning yet."

I knew what she meant. All the females who landed on my bed knew what I wanted. "It is not."

She moved her body against me and went lower and lower until her lips touched my cock. As someone who had been with me for a long time, she knew just what to get me started again. I fisted my hand in her thick hair.

Just as she was about to take me in her mouth, someone knocked loudly on my door. I narrowed my eyes. Unless it was important, no one would knock on my door this late at night.

But what could be important?

"Enough Dahlia," I said, bringing the female up. "Clean up and leave."

She blinked, as if she was surprised, that I had stopped her. It was rare, but the knocks on my doors were not getting lighter or slower. If anything, the one who was knocking, who I pretty sure was Ryker, was very, very close to breaking my door. Something I was not fond of.

"What?" I asked.

"You remember my name," she whispered.

I blinked.

"Dahlia," she said. "That's my name."

This was fucked up. I had called her the first name that came to my mind and that it was actually hers?