Soulless Mate

Three: Reina

Thank you Renee for this pretty picture of Reina!! You know exactly how to find these perfect people! 😍

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There were many things Zeron expected when he led his warriors into the Dark territory. He thought many of them would get slaughtered on site by rogues, which almost happened but thankfully his pack knew how to eat souls. Not that they were required to feast on souls. That was only Zeron.

Everyone in the Soul Pack had a soul, except their Alpha. He thought it was the Moon Goddess's way of saying "fuck you" to him since he didn't believe in her. There was a time he did, but that was when he had a soul. Now all the souls he devoured had hated the Moon Goddess. He could hear the whispers of the souls he'd once feasted on. Evil, they kept whispering with abhorrence. Wicked. Sinister.

He knew he shouldn't believe in anything the felons believed in. Felons were already sinful enough. They murdered, raped, trafficked innocents, and mutilated bodies for their own pleasure. But when it came to beliefs and religion, maybe they had a point. The Moon Goddess screwed people over. She apparently mated with the most evil wolf spirit and spawned a child from that union, only to mutilate her beyond repair for eons. That didn't sound like a holy spirit to him. That sounded like a satanic, psychotic bitch. Maybe if he ever met her, he'd suck her soul himself and feast on it for days.

He felt something tightening around his abdomen. It was a soft squeeze, but it was enough to know his hunger was surfacing again.

It was his mate.

He never expected to find her in the middle of a battle. He thought he was going to grab some felon souls and come back until he striked again, but when he came to the borders of the Death Pack, he felt her presence. Her soul flared around his body, and his essence could tell...she was his mate. He could smell her and he could even taste her. His mouth watered. He wanted to taste her soul and feel the throbbing flavor move through his tongue and his throat, giving him the raw pleasure of the relentless high he felt after feasting.

Reina.

The first time he saw her, he really didn't see her. His third eye did. He saw her soul. It was bright and sparking with life. It was fiery, warm, and unrelenting. He'd wanted her then and there. But he couldn't. He forced his hunger to recede, and he forced himself to stop looking at her soul. But he couldn't stop himself. He kept looking...and looking.

Then he realized he'd attacked her pack. His warriors had been fighting, and so had he, before she came out of the territory and fell right into his trap. He'd wanted her to come out, to bare her entire essence to him in the darkness. And she had. The first time she'd looked at him, she'd been terrified, like she was looking at a monster. It made him question his own identity. Was he a monster?

Maybe he was. But that didn't matter anymore. He'd no choice now. Without a soul, there was no stopping his animal instincts. They took over, making him crave everything that he wanted, everything that made him the worst predator in the darkness.

He was a deformity in nature, and he was hated for it.

Did she hate him for it too? He could see it in her eyes, her terror and her resistance. He even saw resentment. She didn't like being submissive. She'd always been the one in power, the one who demanded submission. But the tables have turned. She was now his to dominate. Yet...she kept fighting back. She fought him in the battlefield and still she fought him now even when she knew she was clearly at a disadvantage. She fought him enough to piss him off.

The female was fucking relentless, just like her soul promised. She was feisty and clearly didn't know her boundaries. She fought him even when he threatened to end her. She pushed him to the edge, a dangerous place where his beast was triggered. She triggered his beast, his hunger, his desire. He felt its claws dig into his guts and hiss its way to his throat. He felt himself losing control. He felt his conscience receding to his animal. He was hungry. He was starving. He wanted souls.