FATED TO ALPHA HUNTER BY VENNEH LISAH

𝐀𝐍𝐈𝐀'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕:

Arman refused to listen and said I was being unreasonable, suggesting that Rina probably forgot to say our usual closing remark. However, I knew that she intentionally didn't say it as a way to alert me that something was wrong with her. I know Rina, and she always said it back. Arman said he would take me to see her on the weekend, but that was not good enough for me. Today was Monday, and I was unwilling to wait that long.

Although I had no choice, the heat ravaged me painfully, and I could not even move. It swept over me like a tidal wave, causing crippling pain that only worsened the longer I denied it.

"This is ridiculous, Ania. You are in pain. Let me ease it," Arman snapped at me as he reached over and gripped my shoulder, trying to roll me onto my back.

His touch burned, and I felt a strong desire for him. I craved his touch and him like he was an antidote to the crippling agony rushing through my nerve endings, making my entire body burn and ache for him. Sweat glistened on my skin and drenched my hair. My pillow was soaked in sweat as I squirmed in pain. No matter how I lay, I could not get comfortable.

Ignoring his presence, I snarled, ''Bring Rina home,'' while curling up in a ball on my side and facing away from him. I brought my knees to my chest, trying to ease some of the pain, but nothing worked. Arman growled, but I continued to ignore him. My stomach was cramping, and his scent was driving me insane. However, my burning anger was enough to keep me sane and determined not to give in to my instincts until he either sent someone to get her or took me there himself. I refused to give in.

The bond between us refused to settle, and I wanted to claw at my chest. It urged me to go to my mate, tempting me to mate and mark him, promising to ease my discomfort if I just gave in. Arman growled, grabbing my shoulder and forcing me onto my back.

I thrashed as he pinned me down, moving on top of me and pushing his body between my legs, effectively trapping me beneath him. His hands gripped my wrists tightly, and my skin tingled at his touch. The calling rushed out of him as he tried to get me to submit to him.

A moan escaped me, followed by a growl when recognition slapped me in the face. He clawed my clothes away, ripping them to shreds, and I sunk my teeth into his chest. He moaned in ecstasy, but that wasn't my intention, so I bit him as hard as possible. King Arman growled ferociously as he slammed me down on the bed, my teeth tearing from his skin. His canines pressed against my throat as a warning, and I froze, breathing harshly as anger twisted inside me that he would try to force me.

"Stop this, you need to mate!" he snarled, his teeth grazing my skin. I fought the urge to shiver and failed miserably as his breath hit my neck and his grip on my wrist tightened like a vise, pushing them into the mattress.

"It's still rape even if you are my mate; if you do, I will never forgive you," I spat at him. A whine escaped his lips, a noise I had never heard from him before. His tongue laved at my neck, and he breathed heavily before pressing his face into my neck, rubbing his face against me.

"I would never," he growled, and I turned my head to look at him. Arman genuinely looked upset over my accusation. "Then get off me," I retorted, and his eyes flickered, his body rippling as he fought the urge to shift. Jet black fur grew along his arms, and his skin rippled. His c*ck was hard as it pressed between my legs, and my entire body tingled as his skin touched mine.

"Get off me, Arman!" I snapped when he didn't move. His claws dug into the bed where he gripped my wrists, but he reluctantly rolled off me, only to yank me on top of him. I pushed off his chest.

"Stop it! If you won't stop, at least try to lessen your discomfort. Your heat is affecting me too, my queen," he snarled, holding me tightly against him. I struggled to wiggle out of his grip, but he was much stronger than me, and his arms became restraints. After struggling for a few seconds, I relaxed and melted against his skin, letting it ease the agony rolling through me.

I was grateful for the relief from the heat, my skin glistening with sweat induced by the fever-like symptoms. My skin was blistering hot, and my insides felt like I was boiling from the inside out. I let out a sigh, and Arman's hand travelled up and down my spine, bringing some relief as my temperature dropped slightly just from his touch.

"We will see Rina on the weekend, I promise. I will take you to her, Ania, please," Arman pleaded.

"Not until she is here. Go and get Rina," I murmured, licking his skin before realizing what I was doing. I clenched my jaw, trying to regain control.

"I'm busy. The weekend isn't that far away," Arman said, purring as he buried his nose in my hair and inhaled my scent.

"Then send Dwight!" I suggested, knowing that Dwight would drop anything to go for her.

"Dwight is busy taking care of something and will be gone for who knows how long. I'll take care of it when he returns," Arman stated.

"What about Gary?" I asked.

"I need him here with me," Arman said simply, and I cursed under my breath.

"You won't be able to fight the heat for long, Ania. Just give in. It's pointless to resist. You'll mate with me eventually, so just give in. It's not just making you uncomfortable!" he growled, gripping my hips and rubbing his c**k against my wet folds. I moaned at the sensation of his hard-on gliding through my wetness, but still, I refused, shaking my head and earning a growl from him.

𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐀𝐍'𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐕:

Ania's stubbornness was starting to get on my nerves. The pain from our bond was almost unbearable, and I could feel my patience wearing thin as she continued to resist. I tried to ease the pain by pressing my skin against hers, but it only helped a little.

Her heat was making me increasingly irritable, and I had to fight the urge to force her to submit. She was demanding that Rina be returned, but as the King, I had to follow certain rules and protocols. Ania didn't seem to understand the complexity of my position.

As the ruling King, I was bound by a pact with the five founding council members. Every year, I had to give them my blood, which made them immune to my commands. This meant that I couldn't just order them to do whatever I wanted. Ania needed to understand that there were consequences to breaking the rules, and I couldn't risk it.

Vae-wolf blood was one thing, but a King's blood was another matter entirely. I couldn't command the council members even if I wanted to. Ania had had dribs and drabs of my blood when biting me, and each time she grew stronger when she bit me, but the council members had been drinking my blood for years, making them un-commandable. I hated it, but it was necessary. What was the point of having laws if the one creating them didn't uphold those very laws? It was what made me a fair king.

Everything had to be agreed upon somewhat. Sure, I could probably command them if they had only a few drops, but the council members were immortal. They had been advising alongside me for years since I became the alpha of the kings, because they had been drinking immortal blood for centuries, from every king before me.

Vae-wolf blood was potent, prolonging a lifespan long after it should have ended. It was the only trait it gave them besides making them resistant to my commands. I couldn't persuade the council members.

Everything had to be discussed and established as a safety measure for the packs. The five elected council members had a say, and no one could speak against me in any other way.

This was why the packs were helping the hunters in the first place. They thought it was unfair for someone to have so much control over all the packs. I could be a mad king and order them to kill themselves, and the packs would obey.

This way, there was someone to hold me accountable for any wrongdoing. That's why very few had helped the hunters to eradicate vae-wolves. The pact was put in place to calm the packs.

However, I suddenly regretted the pact when my mate thought I was being a jerk by denying her. Still, the consequences for someone of my status against the vae-wolf communities were far greater than those of an ordinary lycan. They would come for me, so until Rina said to go get her, I had my hands tied. Unfortunately, I couldn't just take Ania's word for a gut feeling.

She would come to understand when she meets the Council. Until then, I would just have to put up with her tantrums.

Another wave rushed over her, her body tensed, and sweat beaded on my skin where she lay on top of me, the heat emanating from her growing hotter with each wave. She was boiling herself from the inside out. Her teeth sank into my chest, her claws raking down my sides as she squirmed, her bare p***y rubbing along my throbbing length made me groan. My blood boiled hotter, and I gripped her hips, rubbing her against me.

Ania moaned before her claws sunk into my chest. I moaned.

"No!" she growled.

"Ania, your temperature is too hot. You're in f*****g heat; heat can kill vae-wolf women if they don't mate!" I snarled.

"Then bring Rina home!" she snarled, trying to roll off me. The scream that escaped her as her skin left mine made my blood run cold. Desmond's voice was instantly in my head at the soul-shattering sound, worried that something was wrong with his queen.

"My King?" he called out.

"Get the Pack Doctor," I snapped at him. I risked her life if I let her go on like that much longer. How she could resist mating in that state was beyond me. I had never heard of a vae-wolf female lasting that long without giving in. Her stubbornness would kill her. "Yes, My King," Desmond replied as I gripped her arm, pulling her back on top of me. Her temperature dropped slightly but barely.

She left me no choice but to stop her heat. Either she gave in to save her life, or I stopped it and risked mine. Without a doubt, she would choose Rina over me; I knew that. I should have known that she and Rina, from the day I found them, were a package deal. Both were willing to die for the other, and both would rather be dead without the other. Their friendship was unbreakable.

Ania tried to climb off me, but I snarled and bit her shoulder, making her moan and shiver, pressing the points of my teeth near her mark. Her breathing became labored and loud to my sensitive ears, made even more acute because of this heat.

"Move, and I will make you submit. I have the Doctor coming, so stay," I growled, letting my teeth retract. She nodded against my chest, and I glared at the ceiling, cursing that she was so strong-headed. It would be worse when she realized she could go against my commands with her Alpha voice.

"I am above begging, Ania," I told her firmly, even as she squirmed and her arousal heatedly coated my c**k. She buried her face in my chest, but she remained firm.

"Not until I have Rina back," she snapped, biting my arm in frustration.