Chapter 3: Marked By The Wolf Queen

Leo's breath came in ragged gasps as he lay **beneath Zyra's heated body**, the Wolf Queen's silver hair cascading around them like a wild storm. Her piercing blue eyes burned with **possessiveness and satisfaction**, her sharp nails tracing lazy patterns over his bare chest.

Leo's breath came in ragged gasps as he lay beneath Zyra's heated body, the Wolf Queen's silver hair cascading around them like a wild storm. Her piercing blue eyes burned with possessiveness and satisfaction, her sharp nails tracing lazy patterns over his bare chest.

The world around them was still, save for the pounding of their hearts. The scent of sweat, sex, and primal conquest filled the air.

And then—a searing heat bloomed on Leo's neck.

"Ah—!" He flinched, gripping Zyra's waist. His skin burned as if something was etching itself into his flesh.

Zyra's lips curled into a satisfied smirk. "It's done."

Leo touched his neck, his fingers grazing something hot and pulsing with energy. A tattoo—Zyra's Mark—a symbol of their mating bond, forever tying him to her.

Leo's stomach twisted with realization.

He had been claimed.

******

Zyra rolled off him, stretching her curvaceous, feline-like body against the soft grass. She watched him with a lazy satisfaction, her silver tail flickering against his thigh.

"You belong to me now," she purred, dragging her claws gently across his chest, making him shiver. "No other female may claim you unless I allow it."

Leo groaned, rubbing his aching muscles. His body felt spent and dominated, but something deep inside him burned.

This world was dangerous, wild.... and intoxicating.

He shot Zyra a defiant smirk. "And what if I don't want to belong to just one woman?"

Zyra snorted before straddling him again, pinning his wrists above his head.

"You think you have a choice?" she whispered against his lips, her fangs grazing his skin.

Leo exhaled sharply, his body already reacting to her heat again.

Zyra chuckled darkly, pressing her hips against him. "You are going to make me claim you again, aren't you?"

Leo's pride wouldn't let him submit so easily.

So instead of answering, he flipped her onto her back, pressing her into the earth.

Zyra's eyes widened, her breath hitching as Leo pinned her wrists down for the first time.

Leo leaned close, his voice low and teasing. "Maybe it's time I started claiming you, too."

Zyra let out a growl—one that turned into a moan as Leo bit her neck, right where her mating mark should be.

Her thighs clenched around him, her nails digging into his back.

"Damn you..." she gasped, but her body betrayed her.

Leo smirked. He was learning how to tame his beast wife.

*******

Sometime later, round two left Zyra even more breathless and needy, she finally let Leo rest.

For now.

She stood, her silver tail twitching as she stretched, completely unashamed of her nakedness.

Leo watched her, still recovering from their previous activities. "So...what now?"

Zyra crackled her knuckles. "Now, we return to the village. They need to see my mate."

Leo raised an eyebrow. "You mean they need to see me."

A rare blush dusted Zyra's cheeks. "Tch. Same thing."

She turned, her muscles flexing as she scanned the forest. Then, without warning, she lunged into the forest and sank her claws into the of a nearby beast—a massive stag-like creature with dark fur.

Leo's eyes widened as she snapped its neck effortlessly.

"Well....damn."

Zyra smirked at his reaction. "You'll need something to wear. No male walks into the beast women's territory naked and won't be eaten. And you are mine. You can't be naked for others to see."

Leo watched as she expertly skinned the beast, using her claws to slice through the thick hide.

Minutes later, she tossed him a freshly made fur cloak. Here. Wear this."

Leo held up the warm, rough fabric, throwing it over his shoulders. "Not bad. Almost feels...regal.

Zyra's eyes gleamed. "Good. Because when we arrive, you will be treated as a King."

Leo chuckled, adjusting the fur around his waist. "A king, huh? I could get used to that."

Zyra leaned closer, gripping his chin. "Only if you behave."

Leo grinned. Fat chance

******

The walk to the village was short, but as they approached, Leo felt the weight of dozens of eyes on him.

The village was massive—tall wooden gates, stone houses, and dozens of beast women patrolling the perimeter.

And every single one of them was gorgeous.

Curves in all the right places, soft fur hugging supple bodies, eyes that grow with primal hunger.

And when they saw him, they froze.

A male.

Zyra's tail wrapped around his wrist, tugging him possessively toward her. "Eyes forward, mate."

Leo smirked. "Jealous?"

Zyra growled.

The moment they entered the village square, the murmurs began.

"A male?!"

"Impossible—where did he come from?

"And he already bears the Wolf Queen's mark....?"

Leo felt a single gaze fixated on the mating tattoo on his neck.

Whispers turned into lustful, curious stares.

A busty, feline beast-woman stepped forward, licking her lips. "Strong, healthy... I wouldn't mind having a taste of him. How long have I carved for this? For a male's touch. But they are so rare."

Zyra's snarl shook the ground. Back. Off.

The village fell silent.

The feline woman grinned but raised her hands in surrender. "Relax, Zyra. We are just admiring your taste."

Zyra huffed, pulling Leo closer. "No one touches him without my permission."

Leo leaned in, whispering against her ear. "You are enjoying this, aren't you?"

Zyra didn't answer. But her hand tightened around his wrist.

******

That night, the village held a feast in Leo's honor.

Meat roasted over open flames, exotic fruits and wines filled the long tables, and music and dancing brought the night to life.

Leo sat beside Zyra, watching as beast-women whispered and stole glances at him.

Some were bold, letting their tails brush against his legs, their golden eyes burning with curiosity.

Zyra noticed.

She didn't like it.

At one point, a voluptuous rabbit woman leaned over the table, offering Leo a drink. Her ample chest nearly spilled from her top.

"You must be tired, male," she purred. "Perhaps you'd like some... company?"

Before Leo could answer, Zyra yanked him into her lap possessively.

The entire village watched in stunned silence.

Zyra leaned down, voice low and dangerous. "He. Is. Mine."

Leo grinned. Maybe this world wasn't so bad after all.