Chapter 1 : Sex With My Betrothed's Father
Princess Lunae sat by the tall window of her chamber, moonlight casting silver lines across her skin. She stared at the wall in the distance
the one that kept her inside, protected, watched.
Imprisoned.
Tonight, she was to be presented to her future mate.
A stranger. The heir to the enemy pack. Her fate was decided by politics and bloodlines. She was royalty, yes—but she was never free.
But tonight?
She wanted her own story. Her own choice. Her own night to burn.
Her maids, the two orphan girls raised in the palace, watched her with wide, wet eyes.
“Please,” Lunae whispered, gripping their hands. “Just for a few hours. No one has to know. I swear I’ll be back before sunrise…”
The girls hesitated—then finally nodded.
One brought her a cloak. The other loosened the iron window latch.
“Go,” they whispered. “Before we lose our courage.”
And the Lunae fled. Barefoot. Her Heart was pounding. Her Pussy throbbing between her thighs.
She was twenty-one now—old enough to be mated, old enough to rule beside her future husband, the alpha of the rival pack.
It was meant to seal peace between kingdoms. But she hadn’t met him yet.
They said he was handsome. Strong. The heir of the brutal Lycan King.
But none of that mattered tonight.
Lunae wanted to feel something real. No politics. No waiting.
So she ran faster.
Through the trees. Past the border markings. Into the part of the woods that everyone warned her never to touch.
The moment she crossed, the air shifted.
She felt it in her skin. Her blood. A pull so deep and hot it made her nipples pebble through her silk shift. Her thighs squeezed tight as the scent of something wild hit her nose.
Something male.
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Meanwhile, deep in the enemy boundary, King Theron Lycan Alpha of the Blackfang Pack prowled through the woods like a storm waiting to break.
The elders bored him with treaties and alliances. They wanted to talk, but he wanted to taste blood.
So he went out hunting. He stood alone atop a rocky rise, naked beneath the moon. He had stripped down to shift—but something stopped him.
He didn’t expect to smell her.
Sweet. Innocent. In heat. It made his cock stiffen before he even saw her.
He followed the scent like a predator.
Then she broke through the tree line—barefoot, glowing like starlight, her silver hair clinging to her sweat-soaked skin.
She looked like something carved by the gods. But it was her scent that did it. That heat between her thighs, that innocence soaked with instinctive arousal…
She didn’t belong here.
And she wasn’t just a girl. She was meant for him.
His cock thickened instantly. His blood howled.
His wolf howled inside him. “Take her.”
She hadn’t seen him yet.
But he had seen enough. He dropped from the ridge without a sound, his body a weapon of muscle and hunger
Lunae found the river and dropped her cloak. She was breathless, body aching with something she couldn’t explain.
Her thighs were slick.
She slid her fingers down, touched herself for the first time ever—just a tease, just enough to feel the slick heat. Her pussy pulsed around nothing.
She moaned.
Then
A growl.
She spun.
And there he stood.
The Lycan King.
Huge. Half-naked. Golden skin carved from war. His cock was already hard—veins thick, heavy, leaking at the tip.
“You shouldn’t be here,” he rasped, voice soaked in danger. “But fuck, I’m glad you are.”
“Who are you?” she whispered, voice shaking.
He didn’t answer. He stalked closer.
The muscles in his chest rippled with every step. His cock swung heavy and full between his thighs—already hard.
He didn’t hide his arousal.
“Why are you here?” he said, voice dark and grave.
“I—I didn’t mean to”
“But you came,” he cut in, nostrils flaring. “And now… I can’t let you leave.”
She gasped as he closed the distance.
“Don’t be afraid,” he murmured, reaching out, brushing his thumb over her lower lip. “You smell like heat, little wolf. Do you even know what that means?”
She whimpered. Shook her head. Her thighs rubbed together. Her panties were soaked.
“Your body does,” he growled.
And then he kissed her.
Not gentle. Not soft.
His mouth took her.
Lunae should’ve run.
But instead… she took a step closer.
“I-I don’t even know your name,” she whispered.
“Call me The Devil. Either works when I’m inside you.”
Her legs buckled.
He caught her.
Then he lifted her like she weighed nothing, carried her to the mossy riverbank, and dropped to his knees with her straddling him.
“No one’s touched you before,” he said. “I can fucking smell it.”
She nodded, breathless.
He grabbed her throat—just enough pressure to make her gasp—and kissed her hard again.
“You’re mine now, little virgin. Say it.”
“…Yours,” she whimpered.
“I wanted this,” she whispered. “I needed one night before they force me into a bed with someone I don’t even know.”
She lifted her dress.
No panties.
Dripping.
Raw, untouched.
“Take me,” she whispered.
His snarl shook the trees.
He was on her in seconds—slamming her against a tree trunk, mouth devouring hers, hands everywhere—grabbing her ass, her tits, his cock grinding between her thighs.
“You sure, little virgin?” he growled, biting her lip. “Because once I start—I’m going to wreck this tight little cunt.”
She moaned.
“I want it. I want you.”
That was all he needed.
He ripped her dress in half, claws slicing the silk like paper.
Bent her over the mossy rock.
“Look at this pussy,” he groaned, spreading her open. “Fucking dripping. All for me.”
He spat on her pussy—thick and wet—then rubbed it in with two fingers, spreading her clit, circling her clit.
She cried out.
“Not even inside you yet and you’re dripping like a needy little bitch.”
He pushed one thick finger in.
Then two.
Then a third.
Her tight virgin pussy clenched around him.
She sobbed. Moaned.
“More… please…”
He growled, lined up his cock—and shoved in.
One brutal thrust.
She screamed.
Her pussy gripped him like a vice—tight, wet, perfect.
“Fucking hell, you’re so tight,” he snarled. “This virgin cunt was made for my cock.”
He pulled back—slammed in harder.
And again.
And again.
He fucked her like an animal—raw, nasty, dominant.
“Say it,” he panted. “Say this pussy’s mine.”
“It’s yours—fuck—it’s yours!”
He grabbed her throat, fucked her deeper, her tits bouncing, ass slapping against his hips.
She came—squirting all over his cock with a scream.
But he didn’t stop.
He flipped her onto her back, threw her legs over his shoulders, and pounded into her with savage, wet thrusts.
“Good little whore,” he snarled. “Look at this pussy—taking every inch. Begging for more.”
Lunae was a mess. Soaked. Screaming. Her body was twitching under him.
He bit her neck.
Marked her.
And when she came again—harder, louder—he roared and emptied his load deep inside her, hot cum filling her virgin pussy.
But he kept going.
Kept fucking her until she begged for mercy.
Until her thighs trembled and her cunt leaked cum down her ass.
Until she sobbed from how good it felt.
But he wasn’t done.
“Oh no, baby. That was just your first.”
He lay her back on the grass, climbed over her, and lined the thick head of his cock at her entrance.
She looked up at him, trembling.
“Please… I don’t know if I can—”
“You will. I’m going to stretch this little cunt open until it knows my shape forever.”
And then he pushed in.
Slow.
Thick.
Filling.
She screamed. His hand clamped over her mouth.
“That’s right, little virgin. Let Daddy break you open.”
He bottomed out—balls pressed to her soaked pussy, her walls fluttering around his cock.
Then he fucked her.
Hard.
He growled—bit down on her neck, marking her.
She came again, pussy milking his cock, soaking them both. He didn’t stop.
He flipped her over, lifted her hips, and drove into her from behind, his hands gripping her waist hard enough to bruise.
“Good little bitch,” he growled. “Taking it so well. Filthy little wolf.”
She couldn’t speak.
Could barely breathe.
But she wanted more.
Wanted him deeper. Rougher. Harder.
He pulled her hair, growled in her ear, and whispered:
“You’re gonna dream of my cock every night from now on. Gonna wake up dripping and empty.”
And then he came—hard, roaring, spilling his load deep inside her tight virgin pussy.
“I don’t know who you are,” he whispered, “but I’m never letting you go.”
When she woke, he was gone.
No name.
No explanation.
Just blood on her thighs, cum leaking down her legs, and a mark on her neck that wouldn’t fade.
She stumbled home.
And she didn’t stop shaking until she was back behind the wall, back to the castle
Only then did she learn the truth.
The man she gave her virginity to…
Was her betrothed’s father.
