Lost Dreams

Chapter 7 *tw: s****l violence*

Jagson stormed into his room, not even bothering to acknowledge the guards in front of his doors.

“Useless anyway, we don’t need protection.” Snarled his wolf, Cyclone.

“Quiet Dog, you and your constant griping I can’t hear my own thoughts” he snapped back.

“Dog you say. Don’t forget, it was me who made you the Alpha you are today, remember your place human” his wolf slung the words back at him. Jagson growled. His wolf’s words rang all too true in his head. He had worked hard to get to this position. Previously the Beta, he watched as Darvis turned into a weak man, allowing himself to be powered by emotion such as love, and with an abomination, a literal creature at that. Their deaths were a necessity for him to take his rightful seat. Still, the two men had been raised as brothers. Perhaps there was no blood between them, but a bond was forged in their early childhood. When Darvis took over leadership of the pack and the kingdom it was no surprise to anyone when he made Jagson his Beta. After a few years, Jagson saw the change in his friend and the constant chattering of Cyclone in his ear convinced him Darvis had become to weak to deserve the pack.

“It may stand that your words of perceived wisdom lit the fire under my ass to take what’s mine, but it was I who literally started the fire that put us on this throne.”

He mused to the wolf inside him. He could feel Cyclone circling around in the pathway that connected them in his head, snorting and snarling.

“That’s right, it was you who set flame to your Brother and his w***e of a lover. Then hid their deaths like a coward. Actions of a true Alpha.” Cyclone mocked.

Jagson ripped the shirt over his head. His wolf thoroughly pissing him off. He couldn’t help the snarls escaping his own breath. The rage was building in him.

“Enough you f*****g mutt. I have heard enough from you today. I will let you out. You clearly have some steam you need to blow off , insulting me, making a mockery of me in my own damn head.” He roared inwardly.

He felt Cyclone smirk. “Just reminding you who you really are, who we really are Jagson. Never forget what lives inside of us.” Came the reply.

Jagson slid his pants from his body. He was middle aged, but still muscular a wolf in his 40s. He looked at his reflection in the mirror on his wall. His dark hair was still slicked back from dinner as he ran his hand through it. His gray eyes wandered over his frame, appreciating years of hard training and many battles won, defending the throne he coveted so much. A soft whimper broke his eyes from his reflection.

“Ah yes. Tonight’s toy” Cyclone noted gleefully. “And what of that gem you spotted tonight at dinner, the kitchen girl”

Jagson almost slapped himself at his own forgetfulness. He had specifically asked Maverick to bring him more information on the girl, Cora, her name was. In all the defense planning he had let it pass by him. “Tomorrow I will find out more, I will have her, and the gem.” “Tonight however, we have other matters to address.” He answered his wolf. Jagson could feel Cyclone nodding in agreement. His eyes turning black as he faced the girl in front of him. Jessa her name was. His guards had retrieved her from the kitchen for him after dinner. As was the normal protocol, they had her bound by her ankles on her knees, hands tied at the wrist behind her back. A small bit of cloth covered her mouth to drown out her small cries. It was no matter. He knew the women whispered to one another about his savagery behind the door. He smiled to himself as he felt his claws extend. One hand traveled to the girls head, the other snipped the cloth from her mouth. Before she could scream he had his member rammed in her mouth. Ruthlessly he took her, slamming his c**k on her tongue over and over again. Her tears doing nothing but exciting him more until he nearly drowned her with his seed spilling down her throat.

“My turn.” Demanded Cyclone.

Finally calm, Jagson took his turn down the pathway as Cyclone emerged. He watched as the cloth found the girls bleeding mouth again just as she was bent over. He felt Cyclone begin smashing into her mercilessly from behind, and with the feelings of her flesh Under his claws, he sat back as his wolf side ravaged the girl, a smile crossing his face.