Fate's Binding: Marked by Lucifer and The Mark of Lilith

*Capítulo siete*

The coronation and the Awakening had finally come to an end, leaving the weight of destiny hanging thick in the air. Allistair sat in the living room of the Rosewood mansion, the soft glow of the fire illuminating his features as he stared into the flames, the gravity of the evening settling on his shoulders. Around him, his family and closest friends filled the space, their presence a familiar comfort amidst the turmoil of change.

Alexander, his father, stood nearby, his stance rigid and watchful as always. His other father, Raine, sat beside him, his gentle demeanor and warm smile a stark contrast to Alexander's intense presence. Allex was on the couch with Tyrel, Blaine, and Marion, laughing softly, their voices a soft murmur of teasing and pride as they tried to lighten the tension of the room.

In the far corner, Samael stood with his friends—Caius Knight Black, Damian Slovan Sletherion, Rowan Seres Velden, and Fierro Slater Daughenrov. Their quiet conversation barely registered to Allistair as Samael's eyes, filled with an unwavering intensity, remained focused on him. This night had changed everything. Allistair was no longer just an alpha; he was Samael's mate—bound by fate, love, and power.

Samael made his way toward him, but before he could close the distance, Alexander stepped forward, his presence commanding and his eyes cold as winter's bite. The tension between Alexander and Samael had been simmering for months, and now, with the bond between Allistair and Samael sealed, it came to a boiling point.

"King or not, my closest friend or not" Alexander's voice was low, a barely controlled growl, "you will treat my son like a king, Samael. If you hurt him in any way, I swear I'll make sure not even your title will protect you."

Samael met Alexander's icy gaze, his expression calm but resolute. "I love him, Alexander. I would never harm him."

Alexander's eyes narrowed, his protective instincts flaring. "Loving him isn't enough. You'll honor him, respect him, or I will personally make sure you pay the price. And make sure don't repeat what you did"

Before Samael could respond, Blaine, ever loyal to Allistair, stepped in. "We're his family too, Samael. If you ever cross him, you won't just have Alexander to deal with—you'll have all of us. No one here will stand by and watch him get hurt."

Tyrel, his arms crossed, nodded in agreement. "Just because you're king doesn't mean you're invincible. You harm him, and I won't hesitate to make sure you regret it."

Marion, who rarely raised his voice, added, "We'll always stand by Allistair. His wellbeing comes before anything else."

A slow, mocking chuckle broke the tension as Fierro's sharp voice sliced through the room. His gaze turned toward Marion, eyes full of disdain. "It's rich, coming from an omega like you. You hardly even look like an omega, strutting around with the confidence of an alpha. It's laughable."

Marion stiffened, the insult hitting its mark, but he lifted his chin, defiant. "And what exactly does an omega look like, Fierro? I earned my place as head omega because I'm capable, not because of what you think I should look like."

Fierro smirked, crossing his arms. "You carry yourself like you're something more than you are. At the end of the day, you're still just pretending."

Tyrel stood from his seat, glaring at Fierro. "That's enough, Fierro. Marion doesn't need to justify anything to you."

Caius, watching the exchange with cold eyes, interjected. "Stay out of this, human. You don't belong in these conversations. This is between us—people with power."

Tyrel opened his mouth to respond, but Allistair's voice cut through the rising tension with firm authority. "That's enough!" His voice commanded the room, the alpha in him seizing control. "Tyrel is part of this pack, and he *has* earned his place, Caius. If you can't respect that, then you're the one who doesn't belong here."

Allistair turned his steely gaze to Fierro next. "And Marion is our head omega because of his strength, not because of how you think he should act or look. I won't tolerate this kind of disrespect toward my pack, not from anyone—even from my father's friends."

Samael, who had remained silent during the exchange, finally spoke, his voice irritated but laced with authority. "Caius, Fierro—this ends now. Marion and Tyrel have earned their places, and they deserve respect. This is my pack too, and I won't stand for this behavior from anyone, even my oldest friends."

Caius's eyes flashed with irritation, but he said nothing. Fierro, his smirk faltering under Samael's reprimand, folded his arms and looked away.

The tension in the room finally began to dissipate, but Alexander's hard gaze remained fixed on Samael. "Words are easy, Samael. Prove that you deserve my son. If you hurt him… I'll hold you personally responsible."

Samael held Alexander's gaze, his voice steady and unwavering. "I understand."

With the tension easing, Allistair turned to his fathers, a calm resolve settling over him. "I need to speak with you both."

Raine, always the soothing presence, smiled warmly. "Of course, Allistair."

Alexander gave a curt nod, though the tension in his shoulders remained.

Taking a deep breath, Allistair spoke. "I've decided to move in with Samael at Casa del Fierro. It's time for us to start our lives together."

Alexander tensed visibly at the announcement, but Raine, ever the voice of reason, kept a hand on his arm, silently grounding him. "And what of the pack?" Raine asked, his voice calm.

Allistair met his father's eyes, unwavering. "We'll discuss the pack's arrangements tomorrow morning. For now, Samael and I need to consummate our bond and complete our marking. Once we've done that, we can focus on the responsibilities of leading together."

Alexander's jaw clenched, his protective instincts at war with the need to trust his son's judgment. After a long pause, he gave a reluctant nod. "Fine. But if anything happens to you…"

Allistair smiled softly, his heart warming at the concern in his father's voice. "I'll be fine, Father."

Raine's smile remained warm, his belief in Allistair evident in his gentle gaze. "We trust you, Allistair. You know what's best."

With a final nod from his fathers, Allistair turned back to Samael, feeling the weight of the evening's decisions resting on his shoulders. Together, they would face the future, starting with the bond they would now cement.

Tomorrow, they would tackle the responsibilities of leadership. But tonight, tonight was for them alone.

As Allistair and Samael arrived at Casa DelFierro, the palace exuded an air of history, power, and mystery. The grandeur of the palace did little to quell the anticipation swirling between them. Tonight was the night they would finally consummate their bond and solidify their connection. The air was heavy with expectation as they entered the private chambers—where no one could intrude on their sacred union.

The moment the doors closed behind them, the atmosphere shifted. Samael's eyes darkened with possessiveness as he gazed at Allistair, his mate, his love, and now, his equal. A deep, guttural growl rumbled in Samael's chest as his beast, Lucan, stirred within him, eager to claim what was rightfully theirs.

"We are finally alone, my king," Allistair whispered, lying on his back touching his chest revealed already because of the double breasted suit he was wearing without an inner dress inside, seducing Samael, his heart pounding in his chest.

Samael's eyes blazed with intensity. His wolf and beast clamoring for control and him barely holding back at the delicious sight before him. "Are you ready?" His voice had a primal edge to it, as Lucan, the beast within, and Morgan, his werewolf self, were both rising to the surface.

Allistair nodded, his gaze unwavering. He could feel Lilione, his own wolf, pushing at the edge of his consciousness, ready for the bond that was about to occur. The magic in the room intensified, swirling around them like an invisible force.

Without another word, Samael reached for Allistair, pulling him into a searing kiss that left no room for hesitation. As their lips met, the bond between them sparked to life, a powerful connection forming that would never be broken. Lucan growled in approval, and Morgan's presence grew stronger within Samael, both entities eager to participate in the claiming of their mate.

While the kiss intensifies, Samael biting, licking and sucking his lips till it drew blood, his hands touching Allistair's chest sliding inside pinching his nipples eliciting a moan from him.

Samael's aggressive kisses continued down to his neck licking and nipping it down to his chest. He tore Allistair's suit which startled Allistair.

"Hey, Mi Alfa! Why'd you tore it. Dad designed and made this himself, you'll anger him." He said while Samael only smirked.

"Tsk Amica Mea, don't worry about Raine, I'll just buy him some fabric or those things he needed for designing but for the mean time let me enjoy you first hmm let this king have his fill. I want to make love with you already." Then he dipped his head and suck, lick and bite Allistair nipples like there's no tomorrow. He alternated between the two nipples while his hands travelled down to Allistair's stomach touching it down to his cock.

Samael opened Allistair's zipper to then touched and palmed Allistair's cock causing Allistair to moan.

"Ooh ahh ahh Sa..ma..El hhh Mi Alfa fuck."

Then Samael undress Allistair fully  and his tounge and kisses travelled down to Allistair's cock.

"Wait It's unfair!" Allistair stopped him looking directly at his eyes which caused Allistair to see his lust and love filled eyes full of obsessive look wanting to possess him. "I'm all naked yet you're still clothed." He pouted aggrieved.

Stimulated by such a sight Allistair flipped their position and now his on top riding him.

He also tore Samael's clothes the proceed to worship his body. Sucking, licking and touching him.

Overwhelmed by all of it, Allistair suddenly put his tight hole without preparation onto Samael's big and long cock letting himself be fucked raw sinking on the feeling of pain and pleasure. His back arching and his eyes rolling back.

"Fuck Amica Mea you're bleeding." Samael was shocked at how aggressive he was.

Allistair looked him in the eye. His looks glaze in an unprecedented lust and love for him too.

"Mi Alfa fuck me already I can't take it anymore. Possess me, make me bleed, make me yours."

Samael's control snap his wolf and beast merging with his consciousness. He flipped their position again. Now Allistair is on all fours, then Samael slid his cock in Allistair's tight flesh causing them both to groan.

"Fuck baby I'll fuck you till you fucking drop." Then Samael started moving at a fast pace and Allistair meeting his thrust bearing the impact.

"Ugh ugh nnnghhhh Mi Alfa….hhh"

"Fuck Amica Mea you're mine shit." Then Samael suddenly transformed into his werewolf still fucking Allistair on all fours.

"Ugh Morgan yes fuck My love fuck me more." Allistair is drowning in pleasure.

"Fuck darling look at you a slut for our cocks." Then he knotted Allistair releasing all his semen inside him.

Now Lucan Samael's lycan beast took over flipping Alexander over, now his on his back facing him then he inserted his large cock again. The scent of blood permeated through the air because now Allistair's hole is bleeding yet Allistair can feel it was a little painful but more pleasure. It was like he was on drugs, in ecstasy.

""Da…ddy..…more.. I want more." Allistair then loop his hands on the beast's neck, he's legs loop on his lower body letting himself be fucked more.

Allistair licked the beast's large fangs causing his tounge to be scraped by it and bleed worrying Lucan.

"Hey baby stop it. My fangs will hurt you."

"Tsk it Will not,...let me kiss you nnnghh daddy fuck nnghhh Lucan....aaahhhh." Lucan pistoned his cock on Allistair's tight hole more.

"Da..ddy I'm cumming again."

"Cum for me baby ugh." Then Allistair cummed and Lucan followed filling Allistairs hole with his come.

"Aaaahhhhhh fuck daddy you're cum nnghh so many I can feel it in my tummy." That again snapped the beast's control stirring him inside.

Suddenly something  happened, transformation of Allistair began. Allistair's golden brown hair shifted, turning snow white with crimson red highlights, lengthening to cascade down his back. His hazel eyes bled into a vivid blood red, and at the center, rainbow-colored slits appeared. His skin paled, almost luminescent, and a mark burned into his forehead—the unmistakable symbol of Lilith: a naked woman sitting on a crescent moon, her legs bound on a cross, with leaves forming a snake behind her.

Samael paused, his eyes wide with shock. "Allistair… the mark of Lilith…" His voice was hoarse, as though the realization hit him like a tidal wave.

Allistair, equally stunned, touched his forehead, feeling the heat of the mark. "What… what does this mean?"

But there was no time to ponder. Samael's own transformation began as his black, straight hair grew to hip length, with crimson red highlights woven through the strands. His golden eyes turned blood red, glowing with power. From his back, six raven-black wings unfurled, their edges shimmering with golden-red light. Lucan, the beast, roared from within, his power merging with Samael's true self—Lucifer, the fallen archangel.

"It's happening," Samael breathed, his voice echoing with the authority of his past life. "I am Lucifer."

Memories long buried began to surface—memories of his fall from grace, of the heavens, of the war he once fought as an archangel. For the first time in centuries, Lucifer was fully awake, and the weight of his identity crashed over him.

"I remember…" Samael's eyes burned with ancient knowledge, and Lucan snarled in the background, his presence entwining with Morgan's.

At the same time, Lilione, Allistair's werewolf, surged forth, his energy wild and untamed. He howled within him, eager to claim what was his. Allistair's body trembled as he felt the full weight of his own power—the descendant of the moon goddess, now bound to Lucifer, the fallen archangel, the beast, and the werewolf king.

"Together," Samael growled, "we will mark each other, as we are meant to be."

Lucan's voice echoed in Samael's mind, urging him forward. *"Claim him. He belongs to us."*

Morgan's growl was deep, feral. *"Mark him as ours."*

Samael bared his teeth, and without hesitation, he sank them into Allistair's left chest, marking him for eternity. Allistair gasped, feeling the powerful rush of Samael's essence flood into him. On Allistair's chest, Samael's mark appeared—a complex, glowing symbol that represented Lucan, Morgan, and Lucifer. The mark was that of a beast's claw intertwined with the archangel's wings, glowing with an ethereal light that radiated power.

Allistair's form trembled as he, too, marked Samael, sinking his fangs into Samael's neck, their bond now unbreakable. Samael groaned as the power of the moon goddess coursed through him. The mark Allistair left behind glowed brightly—a manifestation of his wolf, the legacy of the moon goddess. It was a crescent moon surrounded by roses, with the mark of Lilith at it's center, bathed in the light of the stars.

Breathless, they pulled back, their bodies glowing with the power of the bond they had just sealed. Samael's wings wrapped around them protectively, his gaze softening as he stared at his mate.

"You are mine, Allistair," Samael—no, Lucifer—whispered. "And I am yours."

 Then he entered Allistair again, his wings spread on his back.

Allistair felt the impact, When Samael is in his real form his thrust is wild with no rhythm yet still hitting his most sensitive spots. It was something wild, primal, something demonic.

"Ughh Mi Alfa, no more...yes more" Samael or rather Lucifer smirked evilly.

"Tsk baby do you want me to stop or begging for more?" Then he put Allistair's right leg on his shoulder them thrust brutally.

"Nnghhh no…yes fuck…ug..hh." Allistair moaned in a broken voice, his throat tired from all the moaning. His body almost giving up.

Samael's cock pistoned in and out till they almost reach their climax .

"I'm cumming Amica Mea…"

"nnghh me too…Lucy nnghhh aaaahh …"

"Cum with me baby…" Then they reach their climax together Allistair spilling his essence on the sheet while Samael on Allistair's hole till Allistair's hole is now overflowing with Lucifer's cum.

Allistair, still reeling from the transformation and the consummation of their bond, touched his chest where Lucifer had marked him. "We're connected in ways I never imagined," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. "But this mark… the mark of Lilith. What does it mean?"

Lucifer's eyes darkened with contemplation as Lucan and Morgan receded slightly, their presence still strong but giving room for conversation. "Lilith… she was once bound to me, long ago. But I don't know much, I can't still remember all of my life before, it's like something is still missing. But her power has touched you. This… changes things."

Allistair frowned. "But why me? Why now?" Lucifer shook his head, his mind racing with fragmented memories of his past. "I don't know, I don't even know why I, Lucifer Morningstar is here on earth and not in hell, but we will find out, together."

The room was silent for a moment, the weight of their transformations settling in. They were no longer simply werewolves bound by love—they were something far more powerful, far more dangerous.

Now hugging each other naked inside the golden pink blanket with roses design , specifically made by Lucifer for Allistair, after Lucifer washed himself and his lover, they are now in bed, Allistair making Lucifer's arms as his pillow while circling his hand on his mark on Lucifer's chest. His mode turned sour and resentful when he remembered something and because his now connected to Lucifer, Lucifer can feel his mood changing.

Lucifer kissed his forehead affectionately while asking.

"What's the matter Amica Mea? Is something bothering you?"

Allistair looked him in the eye. His eyes watering and aggrieved.

"Tsk It's nothing. Too irrelevant." The he turned away from him now his back facing Lucifer."

Lucifer, distressed by his mate's tears, made him straddle his lap.

"Fuck baby, Amica Mea, what's going tell me. Nothing is too irrelevant when it comes to you. It fucking hurts when I see you those beautiful eyes in tears."

"Tss you didn't even consider my feelings when you burned down my house and made me go back here and fucking your sluts. You didn't even listen to me when I warned you about Catherine that bitch fuck you, you just dismissed me you devil. Did you know? Even without the bond, though I hate you, deep down inside it fucking hurts." Allistair said while his tears finally falling from his eyes.

"All of this feels too good to be true, I felt like it will just go away. You're feelings, us. I mean I'm not your typical submissive mate. I'm not an omega an Alpha like you would want. I'm just a rebellious alpha."

*Fucking hell Lucifer, look what you've done, our mates hurt!!.* Lucan said in Lucifer's mind

*Fuck this our mate's crying, console him, you idiot devil.* Morgan also reprimanded him

*What the fuck! You have hurt him too, especially you Morgan to Lilione don't think I didn't know what you did at the spirit world, you idiot mutt* Lucifer reprimanded back

His two entities finally quieted down yet also urged him to calm his mate.

Lucifer flipped their position over. Now Allistair's back is on the bed, and suddenly he positioned his cock into Allistair's tight gaping hole still has abused traces from the activity they just did causing both of them to groan.

"Aaaghhhh Wh..aatt..a..re.. you..do..ing...nnghh...Mi Alfa hah! Fuck!" Allistair's body arched, his hole stretched to the limit from the intrusion. His body still sensitive to Lucifer.

"Fuck baby don't you ever think like that. If I could go back, I'd kill myself. Fuck it you're precious, beautiful and fuck you're not omega but you're one hella hot and ethereal alpha. You're beautiful inside and out and yes Amica Mea, I'm a devil but I don't want you to cry for me because of the shitty things I've done hurting you physically and emotionally even making you bleed. I want you to cry because of me possessing you, I love you so fucking much, I'll love you eternally." Lucifer said obsessively and lovingly while thrusting into Allistair violently.

Allistair's face softened and replied.

"I love you too, forever Mi Alfa."

Allistair then kissed him ferociously and held onto him bearing the impact of his thrusts in a  moaning and whimpering mess.

Lucifer fucked him in different positions and in his different forms losing themselves to the animalistic and primal desire they felt.

Lucifer fucked Allistair like there's no tomorrow, his cum filling Allistair to the brim. Allistair's scent overwhelming his entire senses. Allistair's body abused to the pleasure and pain.

Allistair also took it all losing himself to the scent of Lucifer.

His eyes glazed over to pleasure, his tounge out. They let themselves loose to the pleasure and love they felt for each other.