Monster

Ivana

///This episode is written from the point of view of the Montana Pack's Luna, Ivana.

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Strange... That was the word that kept spinning in my mind since the Yukon pack had come to my territory. Strange... That was the word that best described the feeling that Fureur gave me while I was watching her. I found her different, changed, as if she had suddenly forgotten where she belonged and had found a soul. Completely absurd though, everyone knows that things don't have souls. They are simply there to be used and, once broken, to be thrown away without a backward glance. I bit my lip as I thought about what could have troubled her. Of course, to the other members of the pack, she was still the same. A fearsome wolf, feared and admired at the same time. But I knew that something had changed, it was me who had molded her like this after all. Nothing could escape me. Whether she liked me or not, I was her whole world, everything she had ever known. She would never leave me, she was MY thing and I was her creator.

Despite these convictions, I couldn't help but feel that something was off and I was determined to find out what. I had given one of my toys the task of watching her. She had been disappearing far too often lately. I couldn't keep her around like I used to and it haunted me. When I had taken her from her father, it was to get revenge. That dog had dared to reject me and I intended to clear my honor by making his offspring live through hell. Ah Samuel... He was so attractive with his black hair and his silver eyes. I could have set the world on fire for him, I could have made him the most powerful wolf in the world and he had been foolish enough to prefer this weak and insignificant female. What a shame! How I had loved to see his face tormented by fear as I held his cub by the scruff of the neck. Fureur was a real surprise, so precocious, so full of potential. I knew that if I trained her correctly she would be a loyal dog. Which soon turned out to be true. And her eyes... her eyes... They reminded me so much of her father's eyes. When sometimes I ordered her to run her mouth over me, I forced her to plunge her eyes into mine and for a second I saw my lover again. What a pity that she was not a boy! Instead, I had to rely on the males of the pack to satisfy my desire. The Alpha whom I had united with was weak and useless. Once his lineage was assured, he didn't touch me anymore and went back to mourning his pathetic dead Luna. But I didn't care, because in the end his weakness allowed me to hold the reins of the pack with an iron fist. Fury was my sword, my ultimate weapon and as long as she was useful to me, it would remain so. I needed her as much as I hated her.

I let my thoughts drift to the image of her perfect body and her lacerated back. The screams she held back even as the pain pushed her to the edge of unconsciousness aroused me. I could still see her eyes staring straight ahead and my tongue sliding to her bloody breast. And as I reached the peak of my pleasure, the image of her determined face turned into the one of my dead mate. My scream of pleasure turned into his name as I arched my back before falling back onto the sheets.

My ecstasy just reached, I was interrupted by the arrival of my improvised spy. Annoyed to be disturbed, I kicked away the she-wolf whose head was still nestled between my thighs. Her dark hair and blue, almost gray eyes were a poor substitute for the object of my desire. She rushed out of the room and, without bothering to get dressed, I stood up and looked at the male standing before me. The scene had obviously not left him indifferent, judging by the bulge which inflated the zipper of his torn jeans. If the news was to my liking, perhaps he would have the privilege of continuing what this servant could not by filling me with his manhood? In the meantime, I was curious to know what had made him interrupt my little games. Approaching him, I came to caress his erection, which made him flinch.

"Speak.

- Luna... I... I've come to report to you. I have some news to report about Fury. I've noticed her sneaking off for whole afternoons in the forest for the past few days and until now I've never been able to track her. But today luck was on my side, I finally found her. I saw her at the river bathing naked..."

He then marked a long pause that annoyed me prodigiously. My hand fell back along my side. I was no longer in the mood.

"I'm not interested in anything you're saying right now.

- Wait, there's more! Luna, she was bathing naked, but she wasn't alone. Another she-wolf was with her.

- What?!"

In a split second the anger in me took over. Fury, naked, with someone other than me. Since when did she enjoy this kind of thing? She was mine, no one else could lay eyes on her unless I decided to. Trying to control the rage that gripped my throat, I spoke again.

"Did she see you?

- Luna...I... I mean...

- Did she see you!?

- Y-yes...

- Stupid!"

As I yelled this last word, I slapped him with the back of my hand. The blow was so hard, that a thin stream of blood began to flow from the corner of his mouth. Nibbling my lips, I began pacing my room.

"How can that b***h do this to me? She owes me everything, including the air she breathes... You!"

Pointing my finger at him, I was already imagining what kind of pain I could inflict on this traitress.

"Bring me back Fureur, now!

- Yes, sir."

He turned on his heels to head for the door, and I suddenly had an epiphany as to what punishment was best for this situation.

"Wait... What's the name of that she-wolf you found her with?

- Um... Chelsea, my queen. She's one of the young wolves who survived the arena last month.

- I see. I've changed my mind, don't tell Fury and assign another wolf to watch her. I want you to bring that... Chelsea."

As the male disappeared from my sight, I smiled evilly. I was going to remind her who she belonged to.

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