Submissive Me

Chapter 8

“So, why are you here exactly?” Ares crossed his arms over his puffed chest, making his biceps bulge as he broadcast dominance to the alpha who’d shown up at his territory demanding to speak to him

The tall handsome narcissistic man who wore his hair in aponytail smirked a little, seemingly unfazed by Ares display of power. " Alpha Ares I wish to cause you no harm, however if I may request Miss Zandia leave the room while I have a word with you". "Request denied" Zandia shouted immediately.  The smirk on the alphas face grew more. "Furthermore you will address me by my title. Luna". Ares chest swelled with pride for his omega he knew she was a feisty little omega. " Whatever you have to say, say it and leave my territory Lucas".  "Alpha Ares I didn't just came here because of business, you see I had heard through the grape vines that you had found your mate, so naturally I came as to congratulate you.  But once i got a whiff of who your mate was, you see Ms Avangrid you might not know me but I know you through your father, I was promised I bride to unite my pack with yours, so when you ran away I had ran after you but being the bad omega you are I lostyou scent trail  and I never smelled  it again until that night". Ares growled so loud it trembled the entire office floor. " kill him, kill him now". Ares wolf said. 

“Wait a second. You said my dad sent you. As in, my dad is still alive or…?” I let the question linger in the air, hoping my face wasn’t betraying the turmoil I felt inside.

Lucas sighed. “Yes, he’s alive.”

My body sagged into a nearby chair. Ares rushed forward to assist me, but I lifted a hand, stopping him.

“But  when I left there was a rouge attack he was severely injured in the attack that killed your mother,” Lucas continued, looking pained. “His kitsune tails were severed.” He looked at me meaningfully, deep brown eyes clouded with regret. “When he lost his tails, he lost most of his magical abilities except one, shapeshifting,” he added. “

I gasped, and Ares placed a hand on my shoulder, offering his strength. My poor father… this was all my fault I had to ask: “If I hadn't had been selfish and ran away my pack would have been strong enough to survive the rouge attack, my mother would not be dead?” There was more anger than hurt in her voice, and Zandia  realized it was going to take some time to get over this.

Lucas lips curled down into a frown. “He’s lived in hiding, hoping not to bring any attention to you. The forces that would seek to end a kitsune’s life watched you for a while after the attack, but determined you were a magical dud. Which is exactly what your father wanted. It was the only way to keep you safe.”

Damnnn. That s**t was heavy. It made sense, but still … I’d lived over twenty-five years believing both my parents were dead. That messed a girl up, big time.

“What are these forces that would seek to end a kitsune’s life?” my mate asked,  chest still puffed.

Yes. Important question. When the shock wore off and my brain started working properly, I’d have wished I’d asked that.

Lucas  shared a dark look.

“The Akuma,” lucas stated ominously.

Chills broke out across my arms. Akuma meant “demon” . I knew that much from my studies.

“The Akuma is an organization of demon overlords plotting to—”

Lucas looked to me as if he needed confirmation to continue. “Can we speak freely in front of everyone here?” Lucas gazed at Matt and Ares

I waved his concern away. “Lucas, you're familiar with everyone here, Matt is our beta and The alpha puffing out his chest at you is my mate.

“I’m her alpha, not just her lover" Testosterone oozed from Ares’s voice. 

Lucas eyes were wide as saucers as he took a moment to compose himself. “I'm sorry, i didn’t mean to offend. This is all very sensitive information, is all.”

I nodded. “You can say anything in front of them I trust them with my life. Ares sighed and look up at Lucas with a weary look he understand him telling them this but what he couldn't understand was why, he realized how emotional this topic was for his mate and that's why he kept silent about the matter but his frustration was getting thin.

"Thank you for coming here Lucas and telling us all this I promise I will keep my Mate safe and I will look into this Akuma situation,  you can leave now ". 

"I'm sorry Ares but I can not do that, like I said Zandia should have been mines, besides who better to protect her than the one who knows more about her situation", lucas said with that same distinctive smirk. " she is my mate Lucas-". Zandia cut him off before he could say another word.

" Lucas, thank you for all you've done, but I am okay, there hasn't been any attack since that might i ran away and I doubt there will be any". Lucas looked at Ares with squinted eyes as if telling him this is far from over. Lucas left with Matt escorting him to the borders.

The matter was pressing at Zandia she wanted to know more about her dad, where is he hiding and why the Akuma wanted they're kind dead. " Little mate I know this is troubling you but please let me ease some of your frustration and help you relax, after all that is what a mate is for". Zandia kissed him first, it was rough yet passionately.

She stepped into their bedroom  anxious out of her mind. She stood with her arms crossed, her spine as rigid as the stone walls surrounding them. She was fidgety too, both hands and feet, as if she were fighting the urge to run, and her soulful eyes were dark, pupils wide, and swimming with fear and mad lust. None of her anxiety, however, affected him more potently than the sight of her decked out in full bondage gear.

Be still his throbbing d**k.

A blood-red corset wrapped her torso, accentuating her curvy figure and lifting her breasts to a point where they commanded absolute respect and undivided attention. On her feet, she wore a pair of black combat boots with a flair of decoration; sexy leather-and-rivet straps wrapped the ankle. Talk about submissive perfection.

It was the parts between the corset and the boots, however, which drove him to the outer edges of sanity. A cutoff jean skirt showed off thick, powerful legs wrapped in wide fishnet stockings. The ensemble played with his mind, and the black four-poster bed behind her only added to the picture.

She was a f*****g powerhouse. What would those strong legs feel like locked around his waist as he rammed into her? The mere thought had his c**k swelling to full attention behind the zipper of his leathers.

This would be an agonizingly night.

Adjusting himself before taking a step, his boots soft against the tile floor, Ares went to her. “Wow. Just… wow. You look positively edible.”

A smile broke through her obvious anxiousness. “Thanks. I did a little shoppingbefore our trip. I wasn’t sure I could pull this off, but still I insisted.”

“And I’m so very glad you did.” He made a twirl-for-me motion with his index finger. “Turn. I want to see the back.”

She hesitated a few heartbeats before complying, and he had to bite his lower lip to keep from groaning. He’d always admired her ass when she’d been behind the relative safety of her office or whethershe just so happens to walk by him. He’d ordered many coffee for the sole purpose of making her enter his office just to see her walk by, putting her round ass on full display, but now, no desk stood between them, just a small swath of skin-tight denim.

“I’m going to touch you,” he said matter-of-factly as he stepped around her and stood toe-to-toe. “ so you can, at least, feel a little more comfortable with me littlemate.”

Yeah, comfort was the reason he wanted to touch her.