The Beast's Virgin Claim

"Theia!" Phobos snarls in warning advising me to stop for he still does not believe this male's words. Ragon exhibited aggression that compelled him to distrust the wolf even more. But I know Ragon he is a good male with a very special heart who is devoted to Deimos and Lumina, even Kal!

"Otevři brány," I command the surrounding warriors and they are brisk to give me terse bows of agreement and unlock the gates as per my instruction.

(Open the gates)

That is all it takes for Ragon to dash forward at full speed towards the heart of our lands with his nose lifted into the air his ardent eyes rapidly inspecting the grounds hunting for his gift from the moon.

"Ragon! Wait for me, you idiot." Elriam hollers whilst hounding after him. Lumina informed me how those two are inseparable almost like siblings not by blood but by choice. Before Phobos could take off too I capture his wrist and pull him to my side.

"Trust me, I know that male. Ragon is always composed and never acts out of place, his female is here Phobos." I grin up at him as he strides with me towards where our wolves reside.

"Do not go against my orders that way again. My duty is to safeguard you and Tadeas. I cannot do so if you continue to disobey-" My lips gently press against his obstructing the flow of his words and I smile broader at him as he lifts his right eyebrow in question gaining a chuckle from me in return.

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"Are you trying to shut me up?" He asks with disapproving eyes escorted by a subtle shake of his head.

"Reprimand me later. I wish to see the wolf who belongs to Ragon. He is a good catch and she is a lucky female." I whisper whilst interlacing our fingers and casually leading him towards the commotion that is expected to take place in the next few seconds. He does not protest rather surrenders to me on my desires and strolls with me peacefully not uttering another word.

"No!" A female's high-pitched shriek of hysteria has the both of us halt at a distance frantically search for the source.

"Mine. My female." Ragon booms as he yanks on the lean wrist of the female and hauls her up to her feet. Was she that overwhelmed by his appearance that she tumbled to the ground with shock? Ragon cocoons his brawny arms around her waist and lovingly nuzzles into her throat dragging in the scent of his mate whilst she shudders violently in his unrelenting hold.

I am unable to see her face for my wolves are barring my sight all I am able to determine with clarity is her back that faces me.

"She cannot be your female," Phobos speaks from my side with a coolness that worries me.

"No, she is mine. I feel her in the abyss of my soul. What is your name?" He asks throatily his eyes boring into hers as his ample ardour and need for her is willingly displayed for all to smell and sense but he does not care or feels no shame. All he sees, all he feels is her this moment.

"M-Moira." Her answer is hardly a whisper but I detect it unquestionably. Moira? How can Moira be his female? Her male died in war, her male was Ondra. I do not understand.

"Moira. My Moira. Do you know how long I have been looking for you? The mountains I have ascended, the skies I have flown across and the valleys I have crossed? Never once did I give up on you my female. My name is Ragon, your moon blessed."

My heart clenches bitterly at the truth that has ultimately stepped into the light. This...this is going to end badly.

"Let go of mama!" Argus is fast to force himself through the tiny space between Ragon and Moira. He pounds Ragon's lower belly with every bit of strength he possesses within him, his warrior training being useful for the little one at this point.

Ragon glowers with puzzlement with a slight tilt of his head at Argus not understanding what he means, "Mama?" He then lifts those disbelieving betrayed orbs back to regard his sobbing female and the broad cheerful smile perishes on his face along with the profound affection and tenderness replaced by a stony unfeeling mask.

"This pup belongs to you?" There is disgust that rings shrilly in his voice and it has Moira jerk away from him as her heartwrenching cries louden in sound. She offers him a wobbly nod of submission and he is brisk to take a giant step away from her and Argus. His enraged eyes browse the grounds his war teeth flash at every male standing closeby whilst he tears his shirt and flings it to the ground.

"Who touched what belongs to me? Whom does this female belong to other than her moon blessed?" He roars and with his wrath comes an indecipherable misery that feasts on his heart from within. We can all see it, the despair that is devouring him till his bones.

"Her male died a few years ago if that is what you wish to know," Phobos states from my side with his hands clasped behind his back and his head held high. He is not Moira's friend anymore but her Alpha and he will behave as such.

"How long? How long were you with him?" Ragon interrogates his distressed eyes staring down at Argus scanning his features whilst the pup fearlessly scowls at him. This is why Phobos believed he would make a fine warrior or even a beta, he stands tall and strong even in the face of uncertainty and potential danger.

"S-Since I was a juvenile." She stammers keeping her head low weeping noiselessly. She is filled with humiliation for now everyone knows her secret that she managed to conceal for many years. She not only betrayed her male but the pack and also her Alpha.

"Were you raped? Is this pup a result of that? If this is true I do not care, I will love you through it all for you are mine and half my soul belongs to you." When she does not answer him and their eyes finally meet Ragon closes his own incapable of preventing the excruciating suffering he is undergoing. "You...loved him. You still do."