Random Woman
1378 Words
Derek
"What is wrong, your highness," Donovan, my best friend, asked as he stood by my side.
"I think I have been drugged."
"What?!" He hissed.
"Shh _ " I stood up and pinned his shoulder. "We mustn't alert the enemy."
"How do you feel?" Donovan was worried about me. It was evident on his face and how his body trembled from anger.
"I _ " I grit my teeth as the drug heats my lower body, making me crave a woman's body.
I hate feeling weak, I was vulnerable to this drug. The more I try to fight, the harder it grips me.
"Get me some random woman. I need to relieve myself!"
I stood up and tapped my muddled head. To help me stay awake. My vision was becoming blurry but I still remember the way to the room allocated to me upon our arrival at the Shadow Pack.
The Shadow Pack is a pack under my father's jurisdiction and one of the six packs we rule over. Plus, the Alpha of the shadow pack and my father were best of friends. They still are.
Father wanted me to attend the coronation banquet of his friend since he had to attend to some urgent matters.
I hate visiting this pack, especially this family. It's for no other reason but for the family's daughter.
She gushes over me at every chance she gets.
I get irked just by the mere sight of her. I don't know why this happens or why I hate her. Everything made sense when I found out that she was born without a wolf.
That explains it all.
However, something else happened that fanned the flames of my hatred towards her. I discovered that she was my mate shortly after she reached sixteen.
The moon goddess has to be kidding!
I mean, how? Just how will she make a girl like Melody my mate?
She has nothing that I could want and, to top it all, she has no wolf, meaning she is human.
How much I detest that weak race, only I can tell.
She is always scared. She can barely speak without stuttering. What am I supposed to do with her?
No way!
I rejected her and hoped for a second chance mate. Otherwise, I'll have to pick a strong she-wolf worthy enough to walk the journey of eternity with me.
The knock on the door brought me back to the present. I stood buried under the cold shower to help ease my burning desire to ram my c**k into some hole.
The urge is driving me crazy.
I know Donovan must have brought in the woman as I ordered. Without thinking further, I hopped out of the bathroom.
I put off the lights in the room to avoid getting recognized. I do not want to see her face. I don't want to be reminded of this night, so I took away everything that could remind me. If I didn't know who she is then I can't remember having anything to do with her. Likewise, I can't have the lady go about telling everyone about this.
As soon as the lights were out, I went straight to bed. My hands came in contact with the softest skin I'd ever touched. Her scent was intoxicating; pulling me right to her.
She cringed as my cold hands touched her. I traced my hands over her body. I was wondering why she wasn't making any sound.
Did she anticipate this?
My hand went to her face. I noticed that something was stuffed in her mouth, probably to stop her from screaming.
However, my urge to kiss her pushed me to take out the gag. She tried to scream as soon as the gag was out, but I kissed her, turning her screams into a low muffle.
I pinned her down and tore out her dress swiftly. My hand traced every part of her body as I familiarized myself with her body.
My mind was hazy. I couldn't think about anything but ramming into her.
She was soft and sweet. Her mouth tasted like a freshly bloomed strawberry. I couldn't stop kissing her.
I pulled her legs apart and slid in. However, I felt an obstruction. It was her first time.
I wanted to stop this.
I so badly want to stop. I do not want to ruin someone's life just to ease myself, but this one was one sweet dessert I did not want to part with.
I find myself getting addicted to her lips. I return to it after every breath break.
I'll compensate her. I concluded. That washed away my guilt. Without further delay. I was inside her.
I groaned at her warmth.
She was warm and tight. Her warmth drove me crazy, a lot worse than the aphrodisiac in my body.
Soon she stopped struggling. She must have succumbed to fate or she got tired of struggling. After all, the deed was done, but I was far from being done.
I took her in every way possible. In every part of the room. I was amazed at her submission, but my desire for her overrides my thinking.
I didn't realize how long it had been until Donovan knocked on the door.
"Your highness, it's almost dawn. We should leave."
Yes, he's right.
I should leave. I don't want people to find me here in this room with this strange woman. However, I didn't want to part with her. I wanted more of her.
I took her one last time. This time I tried to be as gentle as I could. That was my parting gift to her.
I wanted to speak to her. To assure her that she would be well compensated, but I couldn't. That would expose my identity.
I took a bath and changed my clothes. When I returned to the room, she was fast asleep. She must be tired. It's a good thing she didn't pass out on me.
I was fighting the urge to take a look at her face.
No. I stopped myself. I don't want to be attached.
I ordered new clothes for her and left for the palace. I informed no one of my departure, not even Sophia.
The entire time of the journey all I could think about was the feeling of her body under me. How perfect it was.
I was off the effects of the aphrodisiac, but I still craved her body. I dragged myself to my room and took a cold bath, but that didn't help at all.
Days went by, but not once did I forget what happened at the Shadow Pack. That lady, her body. Her soft muffled moans. The warmth of her insides, I was haunted by everything.
She was all I could think of. I brought in several ladies but none could fill the void she left in me, not even my fiancee, Miranda.
"Who was that lady?" I finally decided to ask.
"Who?" Donovan was confused. He didn't seem to understand my question and I don't blame him. Every other person would forget a one-night sexcapade, but I couldn't.
I've fantasized about her. I even nurture the thought of doing it again with her.
"The woman you brought in the Shadow Pack." The short description was enough to remind him.
"Oh," Donovan nods as he remembers.
I was holding my heart, hoping and praying it wouldn't be someone I'd despise. Donovan frowned and shook his head.
"I don't know."
"You don't know what?" I asked with dread.
"I don't know her," he repeated.
My head spun as he said this. How could he be so careless?
"You don't know her?" I found myself yelling. I don't know why I was, especially since this was supposed to be a secret.
"Yes, your highness," Donovan repeated.
"How could you do that?!" I brushed my hand through my hair and hissed. This is my c**k speaking, not me.
Here I was, fantasizing and dreaming of having another sexcapade with this woman, but Donovan doesn't even know her?
"How could you do that? How could you pick just anyone?" I snarled.
"With all due respect your highness," Donovan bowed. "You wanted a random woman and I got you one."
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