The Legend of Wrath

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Chapter 50

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Raiden stared out of the window contaminated with darkness.

It was late at night. After hours of evaluating pack members’ requests and listing preparations needed before the hurricane hit the coast, he was ready to go home.

He neatly stacked all of his paperwork and left it on the corner of Artemis’ desk. She had disappeared hours ago to check out a border report but never came back. He hoped this isn’t what the rest of his life entailed– signing papers and waiting for the clock to hit 5 PM so he could spend time with his mate.

After locking the door behind him, he started making his way out of the packhouse. The chatter of children and adults alike warned that trouble was coming his way.

A sigh heavy with fatigue whooshed past his lips.

Here come the judgments.

A veil of silence followed him as he passed adults. He could practically hear the adjectives crossing their thoughts.




A force attacked his left leg. He glanced down and found short arms hugging his thigh.

“Josh,” Raiden acknowledged while keeping his hands in his pockets. “Have you been climbing any more trees?”

Josh laughed at his favorite strange adult. “No. Look, that’s my mom.” His eager finger gestured to the left.

Josh’s mother stepped forward with apparent timidity. She tugged at her skirt and muttered, “I never got to thank you for your help the other day. Thank you for bringing my boy home, Raiden.”

Raiden. Not Wrath. Raiden.

He nodded sharply, pet Josh on the head, ignored the shock surrounding him, and continued his way.

He didn’t get far.

“What’s up?” Sol perked out of the blue.

Raiden was beginning to miss the days where he lived in the middle of nowhere, and everyone left him the hell alone. “Not my patience,” he grumbled.

“As usual. Anyway, I met some patrol guards. They want to grab a beer this weekend. Are you down to join?” Sol invited.

“You know I don’t like socializing,” Raiden retorted.

“Come on,” Sol drew out. “Making friends will help you settle in. They’ll see that you’re harmless.”

Raiden’s fist shot out and rammed against his shoulder.

“What the fuck?” the other lycan grunted as he tried to rub the pain away.

“Am I still harmless?” Raiden challenged with an eyebrow sassily curved.

“You’re an asshole. Are you coming or not?”

Raiden sighed. Sol had been the closest thing to a friend he had in centuries, but things were changing now. He was changing now.

“Fine,” he caved.

Raiden pushed past the door and immediately kicked off his shoes. His legs drove him to the kitchen, where he was expecting to find Artemis.

A deep frown crumbled his face when he found the kitchen cold and empty, but he took comfort in the fact that her fresh scent perfumed the air. She was somewhere in the house.

“Artemis?” he called out.

After a few seconds, he heard her beloved voice.

“I’m upstairs!” she replied.

He left the kitchen, eager to cage her in his arms. He grabbed an apple on his way past the counter as he rushed up the staircase.

“I tried calling you, but you weren’t picking up. What happened at the border?”

The sound of a crunch followed his question once he took a bite out of his apple.

“Artemis?” he asked through his mouthful.

The sound of a thud followed his call when he dropped his apple.

The star of his galaxy was on their bed with her ass perked and head buried in a pillow. Her thighs were pressed together and decorated by sinfully red stockings. The stockings were topped with fluffy bows that made her lower half look like a Christmas present any grown man would love to tear into.

Raiden’s heart fell to his stomach while his dick went in the opposite direction.

“What—” a voice almost too deep to be his grumbled out. “What are you doing?!”

The head on his shoulders advised him to leave the room, but the one in his pants argued that he should step closer. He swore that he wanted to look away, but the wet, tight entrance to heaven sitting in front of him had him hypnotized.

He could see everything. Her bare pussy was glistering like a glazed doughnut. He hadn’t even touched her yet, and her lips were already drooling for a taste of him.

Artemis pressed her legs tighter, and his eyes religiously examined the tightening of her muscles.


“Take me,” she whispered hoarsely.

Take her? Where? To the nearest mental hospital?

“T… take you?” he quivered unsurely, but there was nothing unsure about his unwavering gaze which remained locked on the juncture between her legs. He licked his lips predatorily, suddenly dehydrated. Artemis’ pussy was starting to look like a refreshing glass of water.

“I’m on the pill. Fuck me.”

It wasn’t a request. It was a command. There was a pixel of nervousness in her voice, but the rest of the canvas was firm. Artemis was a determined woman, and that’s why she succeeded in doing what no other could: conquering his heart.


As time and silence waltzed together, Artemis shut her eyes. She pressed her face deeper into the pillow as her confidence began to get repressed by insecurity. If Raiden rejected her, she would die from humiliation.

A bolt of coldness touched her heated entrance. She jerked and opened her eyes immediately, wondering what was caressing her most intimate spot.

Raiden stood behind her, now shirtless, with eyes focused on what she was offering. He was massaging her experimentally with something, but it was too cold to be his hand. Just as she questioned what he was pressing against her, he pulled away and revealed an apple.

Raiden pulled the fruit that was now coated in her juices to his lips and bit it. With every crunch, Artemis’ lower abdomen tightened.

Raiden maintained eye contact as he ate what belonged to him— her desire. Artemis’ hunger flared at the sight.

His crunches stopped with a gulp, and her breathing stopped with a hitch.

Raiden dropped the remains of the apple. It tasted delicious, but he was sure that the peach in front of him would taste better.

Artemis remained in her position as he strolled closer. She was tense by caged release but patient.

He chuckled as he tugged at the ribbons decorating her stockings. “Are these supposed to make you look innocent? You are wicked for this.”

She clenched the sheets beneath her. Raiden’s voice sounded lethal; dripping with depth as her pussy dripped with longing.

“I guess you’ve rubbed off on me, lycan,” she teased breathlessly.

“Mmm, I’ll rub off on you all right.” He made the innuendo a reality by dropping to his knees and stamping his tongue against her slit.

*Restricted Scene*

Artemis stared at the six-packed, nine-inched, six-foot male.

Her core pulsed with approval.

Slowly, she crawled toward him. When she was within reach, Raiden snatched her off the bed, and she immediately wrapped her legs around him.

She pecked his lips. “I love you, Wrath, Raiden, Lycan, whatever the world calls you. You are the wind under my wings.”

His heart clenched.

He pressed his lips against hers softly, countering the earlier aggression of his movements.

“I love you too.”

Then, as brown remained magnetized with brown, he reached between them and gripped his cock. It twitched disapprovingly in response to his touch. It didn’t want Raiden; it wanted Artemis.

He pushed her away a few inches to aim the member against the entrance. He hesitated. He wasn’t conceited, but he wasn’t blind. He knew that he had a generous length that could bring her discomfort.

His cock pulsed again, demanding friction. He stared at it, and then slowly began introducing it to Artemis. He teased her core with his head, pushing it in and out.

Next came one inch,

Then two,

Then three,

Then four,

Then a “wow,” from Artemis.

He looked at her. “What? Does it hurt?” he felt his face heat with embarrassment for his incompetence. He couldn’t even fuck his mate properly.

Artemis noted the adorable shade of pink on his cheeks. She chuckled and then pecked his lips. “No. It’s just… a lot. You are a lot.”

Her hips began to take action. She slurped more of his inches and felt them challenge her size. When will his length end? At this point, his cock would reach her ribs.

He looked away from their point of union when he was finally situated in his rightful place.

He exited her.

He entered her.

The pace picked up.

He was no longer entering her. He was now invading her.

He shoved himself inside, and Artemis sighed with contentment. She wouldn’t have his cock any other way. Their patience was gone. All that remained was an anxious yearning to reach the top of the mountain they were climbing.

The sinful sounds of moans and slobbering returned. Artemis threw her head back, reigning in the feelings and the noises. The damned tension in her pussy was back, taunting her by giving her bolts of pleasure that were better than the last. She wanted to know; she wanted to discover out what the peak of this mountain had to offer. She wanted to experience release.

“More. Plea—se,” she stuttered when he pounded into her particularly hard.

Raiden delivered. His hips thrust more feverishly.

Then, it arrived.


Artemis’ whole body felt like a flower blooming in spring. She felt reborn, free of tension, and light with peace. Her orgasm was the emotional description of beauty. She cried out, announcing to the world that she had jumped off the peak of the mountain and taken flight.

Her walls contracted around Raiden, giving him the best hug that he had ever received. With grit teeth, he sprayed her fertile pussy with his load, splattering her insides with white. Unlike Artemis’ spring-like release, his was more like a winter snowstorm— harsh, unforgiving, and violent.

Artemis was full to the brim with both his thick cum and cock. She was expecting him to pull out, but he didn’t seem interested in stopping. He kept thrusting, forbidding her pleasure from dying out. He was forcing her to keep on flying.

Artemis dug her nails into his shoulders. Her raw, overdriven pussy began to flutter as it continued to get relentlessly invaded.

“R—aiden,” he stammered, shaking from his speed.

He dipped his fingers into her hips and continued to drill into her.

He wouldn’t stop.

He wouldn’t stop.

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