Pyramid Mates

Chapter 3: Cursed souls in love

What fate is this? Is it even fate or a curse. I don't think fate is suppose to be this ugly. Why would fate take me to all corners of struggle and not even once let me rejoice as other do?

Was I created to take on all other creatures struggles? Because I will really understand if that's the case. No one can have so many bad lucks, that even love is bad luck.

"Are you doing that stupid thing Werewolves do? Talking to their imaginary wolf friends? So lucky I am not a weird werewolf." The man lie on his back on the huge bed.

It is only now that I realise how big the bed is. Even with his huge form there is still space left. I could fit ten me on this bed and still be comfortable.

"So you are my-" I can't bring myself to say the word. This is the exact thing I feared and it has happened.

"Mate. You can say it darling." He clicks his tongue and then chuckled.

"Come sit next to me. You are so warm I am finding myself being addicted to your fragile skinny deadlike self."

Wow! What a complement! I sarcastically say in my head and Art laughs at my sudden comment. The king has a sense of humor, not a kind one. Seeing that i am not moving, he leans of his both elbows and lift his torso up to look at me. Weirdly the look is kind, not anticipated at all.

"Come on darling." He extends his hand to me but I only look at it from a far.

"Don't make me get angry darling. We wouldn't wanna hurt you now, would we?" I finf my feet moving at their will to sit next to him. One moment he is kind and one moment he is cold.

I must say, he is really gorgeous, like those Greek gods carved in stone. His scent is hypnotising, I find myself not able to get it out of my head. The heat radiates from his body, indo not need to be in contact  with him to feel how hot he is. His breathing is calm and steady, it has a minty scent I assume it is his mouthwash.

The king pulls me closer to him and wraps his one hand around my tiny waist and then smile.

I repeat SMILE?

A GENUINE SMILE!

I guess I did die in the forest after. The re is no way the brutal King is smiling, legends say he does not smile.

"I could easily crush you to death. With just one hand and let your precious soul return to it's maker." He complements again.

If what he said was good I would have fallen in love with him because of how his voice came out. Calm and husky, as if he is admiring me, but instead he is admiring how easy it would be to kill me.

"Please...don't" I beg sincerely for my pathetic life to spared. I don't think I want to meet the Moongoddes, I might murder her for all the suffering she has put me through.

"I want to fuck you?" He balantly say. He has a great dark sense of humour. How can he just say that just like that. What happened to mates respecting each other?

"What?" I flinch and move away from him only to be pulled closer to him again with just one hand.

"You are my mate and you smell so delicious. I wanna fuck you? Must I?" The man has a wonderful soul I must say.

"That's not how it works though." My voice croaks but I state my point, not without fear of being raped.

I have heard of females being raped by their mates. Many men in the majestic realm think that they own woman, that if they have mates then it is up to them how and when they have sex, which is plain rape. I do not want to be a victim of such cruelty and stupidity.

"How does it work then?" It's weird that he asks.

"You must first make me fall in love with you and you must also fall in live with me." I look into his brown eyes and now I see nothing. No fire, no ocean just plain eyes. How does he do that.

"My dick can make you fall in live with me. A lot of women loves me because of it. It gives so much pleasure." He says proud of himself. Good boy!

"You must first pleasure my heart and soul before the... you know what?"

"If you want your emotions and heart manipulated I can take you to an Oracle." He looks like he really mean what he said.

My blood boils with anger, how can he be so cruel and selfish. So it is true that he thinks less of women, he sees us as just his pleasure equipment.

"Falling in love with an Oracle wouldn't hurt." I balantly say not thinking of where that may land me.

It doesn't take long to regret saying it.  The king tighten his grip around my waist. His claws and fangs extend. Fear creeps in and mange to get me shaking in my boots.

"You...hur.." I whine in pain, I think his claws must have digged Into my skin.

His face suddenly change  you would swear he wasn't ready to kill me a second ago. His eyes hold worry behind them again. This is scary! Why is he using emotions he wasn't made to use? Abomination at it's best. He was ready to kill me just moment ago and now he looks like he cares about me.

"I am sorry. Never talk about loving someone else. I am a lycan, I am very territorial." I just roll my eyes, so I am his territory now? He owns me now?

"For the last time. That will land you in trouble." Still does not understand him. What will land me in trouble?

"If you want to fall in love then I will drop you there, no need to fall with an Oracle." He is so smart I wonder which schools did he attend. Also he is possessive and jealous. Typical majestic high rank creature.

"But really the fucking part is important that we do it now." He looks at me dead serious. I shiver. I really want to ask him why but fear takes over me. I am unable to say a word.

As if read my mind he cup my face in his hand and it happens. The tingling feeling from where his hand touches my skin to the rest of my body. I lean on his hand and close my eyes, brushing my face on his skin like a desperate dog. I am ashamed of myself right now but what can I do, the bond is stronger that I have ever imagined. He retracts his hand from my face for a moment and I just know he felt it too.

"Wow!" The look of surprise is plastered on his face.

"Listen werewolf. I can not hold myself long enough. Especially since I have just came on my boxers by just touching right now. I will wait until you're ready but I am not promising that I will be able to control the beast inside me."

Unwillingly I lay my head on his chest and soon relax at the rhythmic beat of his heart. I know it's the mate bond forcing me to do this but I will just stay like this for a moment. Especially before I ask him the question that I have been dreading to ask since he entered this room.

"Thanks." I dread.

"Will you let me go back ho-" his grip tightening on my waist cut me short from finishing my question.

I know exactly what that means. Typical possessive king, just like Alphas. I don't even bother finishing the question, I just keep quite and listen  to his raging heart beat. I am sorry for asking but I really need go back home. Mom must be worried sick.

I really am cursed. Everything in my life is just a cluster of bad lucks and a lot of imperfection. It's like the moomgoddess was experimenting some new ways of creating Werewolves and she ended up with an abomination. Meeting thus king though, I think the moomgoddess really likes.to experiment. I am not the only abomination in this room. I guess we are both cursed, what could be more exciting that getting two cursed souls in love?