Episode 20

That night, the Alpha indulged repeatedly in the beauty that is his Moon, Alessa. She could do nothing; though she scolded him from time to time, she ultimately succumbed to a fading ecstasy that left her unable to refuse when the man requested another round.

The next day, Draco woke up with the nymph tangled in his body, feeling quite satisfied, even though she had protested. She had responded to his demands.

Draco stood up and called for the maidens through his link to prepare a bath. He needed to bathe his beautiful Moon. He slipped on some pants, and two young maidens entered the bathroom with buckets of hot and cold water, already expecting the order. They had heard the commotion that had taken place with the moon of the pack and were smiling happily; their consummating their union was the best thing that could happen to them.

When the young women exited, Draco lifted the beautiful Nymph into his arms. To him, she felt very light and small, for Draco was a true alpha male, tall at nearly two meters, strong and muscular like a god.

Alessa woke up along the way, still drowsy and confused, but the pain hit her before she could react.

“Let me go, everything hurts, it hurts so much,” she said, tears streaming down her face, not so much from the pain but from the realization that she was no longer a virgin, that she would not arrive at the altar pure, and that she had even enjoyed it.

Draco simply placed her in the tub so her body would feel better. He removed his pants and got into the bathtub to wash her. It was very wolf-like to be protective and considerate of his Mate. That was why Draco couldn’t understand Alphas who despised their Moons; they awakened the instinct to care for and protect them immediately. It made no sense to him to see them hurt.

“Beautiful, don’t cry. You’ll feel better now. I know you didn’t want to lose your purity before marriage, but for us wolves, it’s essential to be with our partner. It’s not meant to offend you, but you must understand that you are now in another world where human rules do not apply,” said the Alpha softly as he sat behind her while the nymph leaned against his chest, sorrowful.

Alessa merely nodded at Draco’s words, but she couldn’t stop crying. She had been raised differently and had been told the exact opposite, so in her understanding, she was a loose woman, a libertine who had submitted to a man before marriage, even though she could not deny that it was the most delicious thing she had ever done, she wouldn’t say it aloud—not yet.

Draco lifted his Nymph from the water and carried her to the bed in his arms. Alessa felt better; her body ached less, and her intimacy burned less fiercely.

The alpha placed her on the bed, then put a nightgown on her while drying her long, curly hair. He asked Mary to hand him the ointment for the chafing; while bathing her, he had noticed her intimate area was very irritated, and he knew he had been too vigorous.

As Alessa was settling in to sleep, Mary entered with a bowl, handing it to Draco.

“Careful, Alpha. She’s sensitive,” she said, but her words had more meaning than just healing the area. Draco needed to be careful with his words; Alessa needed to understand that she hadn’t done anything wrong, but it had to be done gently. Therefore, the Alpha needed to be kinder when speaking to her.

Draco nodded and took the ointment for his Luna. He approached and pulled back the blanket to raise her nightgown, causing Alessa to become restless. She wasn’t ready to do it again; she felt as if her body might fall apart at any moment.

“What are you doing? I don’t want to do it; don’t force me,” she said, annoyed and slightly tearful, which made Draco furious, but he calmed himself as best he could.

“It’s not that; it’s an ointment. It will stop the pain there. I caused this, and I must remedy it,” he said steadily as he lifted her nightgown, revealing the chafed and irritated intimacy of his mate, which was as red as a tomato. Draco could see that only that small shell he had enjoyed all night could be redder than Alessa’s cheeks.

He passed his fingers, smeared with ointment, over the painful area, causing her to shiver at the sensation of coolness. She gasped at the cold ointment, putting Draco in a bind; just seeing that beautiful image along with her gasps made him want to possess her again, but he held back and decided to let her rest.

“Done, now rest, beautiful Nymph. I’ll come back to take you to a place later,” he said calmly as she turned away from him, ignoring him, clearly upset.

“Are you angry? You’re not going to forgive me,” Draco whispered into her delicate ear while she refused to look at him.

“I told you that if you took me before marriage, I wouldn’t forgive you,” she said, giving him her back.

“You also said you would take your own life, and here you are, healing your little flower so we can make good use of it later. Don’t be angry; just forgive this wolf who is dying to have you beneath me, moaning, sweating with your lovely breasts between my...” But Alessa felt terribly embarrassed by those words; she knew they were true and that she had gotten more excited than she should for someone who claimed to want nothing.

“Okay, I get it. Don’t say it anymore; someone might hear you,” she said innocently, while Draco nearly laughed, as it was likely everyone had heard.

The Alpha moved closer and licked the spots where he had left his mark, causing her to moan with satisfaction. Alessa couldn’t believe how this man governed her body; she, who had never had a single wicked thought, was now a degenerate.

Draco stood up and left, feeling calm. He wanted to see what would happen with those she-wolves who dared to try to kill his mate. Besides, he was expecting visitors; four alphas from surrounding regions were coming to his wedding. They would arrive quickly, traveling at wolf speed, so he was happy that at least those who truly mattered were coming to his wedding.