#damiraeway

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Most soldiers didn’t deserve his respect. Sure, they threw parades in his honor, decorated his altar with the most coveted treasures in the continent, murmured his name before marching into every battle. 

But most of them were petty excuses for warriors. They prayed for victory, but lacked the courage necessary to achieve it. He was the God of War, of Courage, of Victory, of Strength, yes. But he was also the God of Honor. 

This new world was forgetting that more and more.

In every man laying dead across these fields, had seen courage, strength, violence. But so very few of them lacked honor.

He was changing that.

A pull on his ankle removed him from his musings. His sword jumped to his hand, desperate to the taste the blood of another soldier, but he recognized this man. This soldier had not prayed to him before this battle. While his allies had implored his favor, this man had prayed quietly to the Goddess of Death, his Raven, asking simply for the gift of a peaceful trip to the afterlife for everyone that would fall.

For that itself, Damian could respect this man.

But he had proven himself even further after that. On the battle field he had killed swiftly, skillfully. No unnecessary torture. He took out thirty-two opposing soldiers before he died attempting to save the life of one of his fellow countrymen.

He was a warrior. 

He had honor.

So when the soldier gestured up at him, fear evident behind his crystal eyes, Damian gripped his hand, kneeling down into the mud beside him.

He didn’t relish in this man’s death. But it was necessary. He was building a better world, and the lives of a few good men was a price he was willing to pay.

“What-“ The man coughed, grip loosening around Damian’s. “What is death like?”

The God of War smiled, “Beautiful.” He answered, “Death is beautiful.”

The soldier died hopeful, content.

“You flatter me,” A voice behind him announced. 

His eyes closed, relishing the sound. It had been too long since he heard her voice, since he felt her presence beside him. It soothed an ache deep within his bones, as it was only her that ever made him feel whole.

“It’s true,” He murmured softly, “The Goddess of Death is the most beautiful creature in existence.”

She knelt down beside him, eyes locked on the dead soldier. Her knees dug into the mud, onyx cloak billowing behind her. Her hood shielded her eyes, casting a dark shadow across her.

The legends and myths of the human world mostly cast her as a demon. They claimed she adored ripping apart families, cutting the strings of those that cherished life the most. She was reviled, hated and feared for bestowing them a mercy.

They called her a monster.

They called him a hero.

If only they knew.

Raven reached out a delicate hand, closing the soldier’s frozen eyes with a soft swipe of her fingers.

“He died at peace,” she said simply, thankful.

“He deserved to.”

They stayed like that for a moment, gazing solemnly down at the soldier who had taken his final breath. 

She rose suddenly, moving to walk through the field. He joined her. They fell into step, gazing at the miles of bodies littered across a field that used to be filled with the most beautiful of flowers. 

“Some of them were good men,” She told him.

“Most of them weren’t.”

They reached the edge of a battle: a hill. It was from this hill that the South had sprinted down to clash swords with the North. The North had won the battle, but the South had charged as if victory had been as sure as the sunrise.

She gazed out at the battlefield from atop the hill as he intertwined his hand with hers, “It’s been too long, Beloved.”

Her hood fell back as she looked up at him. He rested his hand on her cheek, lightly caressing her cheekbone with his thumb.

A soft sigh escaped her lips as she leaned into his touch, “It has only been a couple of weeks, Damian.”

“Exactly, he agreed, leaning closer to her, “Much too long.”

His lips pressed to hers as he circled his hands around her waist, pulling her flush against him. She felt so perfect against him, fitting against him like a layer of skin he never wanted to shed. She moaned against his mouth as he deepened the kiss, hands curling around his neck.

He smiled radiantly down at her as they separated, “Oh, how I have missed you”

She pressed another chaste kiss to his lips before casting her eyes back to the field. Melancholy eyes surveyed the site of the ended battle. These men were now hers to care for, souls that now belonged to her domain.

“You caused this war,” she stated. It wasn’t a question, nor an accusation, just a fact. She was right, of course. This war was too big, too bloody. This battle wasn’t even a fraction of the deaths occurring across the globe.

“This world needs to be cleansed.”

She smiled bitterly, “That same phrase has been said by some of the greatest monsters in history.”

He rested his hand on her hip, and she leaned her head against his shoulder. They had this same conversation two weeks ago, when the first battle began. After the clashing of swords ended and the sun dipped below the horizon, she arrived to deliver these souls to the realm after this one.

She’d questioned him on if he knew exactly what he was doing, asked him if when this world burned and a new one arose if it would ever truly feel his mission was completed. 

He had simply kissed her. 

“We’re supposed to be the protectors of this planet,” she continued, “We’re supposed to try and save them.” She had always been an idealist. For the Goddess of Death, she was surprisingly hopeful. Every human deserved a chance to her, even if that chance was only provided in death.

He disagreed. 

He had seen the weakness that had infiltrated the humans. Felt their cruelty, their weakness. Something had to be done.

“I am saving them.” 

She sighed heavily, leaning deeper into his shoulder.

“You’re going to cause a war amongst the gods.”

“I know.”

She stilled for a moment, her next sentence forced from her lips as if she was fearful to voice it, “If I asked you to stop, to give up this mission, would you?”

He turned towards her and saw her gaze still locked on the tragedy painted in blood beneath them. After all these years, she should'v've known his answer to that question. He reached out, fingers lightly clasping around her chin. He turned her head towards him, forcing her eyes to lock with his. She needed to see him, needed to look at him and see the truth in his eyes.

His words came out fervent, passionate, “I would do anything for you, Beloved. Anything. I want to burn this world down in the flames that these humans have been fanning since the dawn of life. I want us to sculpt a new one, a brilliant one, together. But if you don't want this—I will always choose you. Over everything."

“I don’t want this,” she answered, voice sad and strong and sure.

He believed in his mission. Wholeheartedly. But as much as he cared, as much as he wanted to save this planet, he refused to do it without her by his side. He didn’t care how perfect his world became if she wasn’t there to relish in it with him.

He brushed a stray piece of hair behind her ear, “One day, Raven, you will see that I am right.”

“Maybe,” she admitted, But that day is not today.”

In a forest, there was a black wolf curled up in front of a big boulder. It was whimpering in pain and eyes were closed. 

Loud howls echoed through the forest and the wolf’s eyes fluttered open, revealing violet irises. It struggled to stand but ultimately fell. 

Three wolves came from the trees opposite it. They were bigger than the weakened wolf. The three observe the cornered thing, who looked resigned to their fate. They gave it a low growl and slowly approached the violet eyed-wolf.

Suddenly, an even bigger wolf jumped from the top of the boulder behind the unconscious wolf and bounced off the boulder to land between the sole wolf and the three other wolves who were actually of average wolf size. Its growl was threatening and made the other three wolves whimper. 

There was a standoff for a moment and then the newcomer barked so loudly that its bark was probably heard throughout the forest. The wolves that were no longer the predator fled as fast as their paws could take them. 

The newcomer growled slowly at where the three fled, then his green eyes softened and turned to the small wolf behind him. And it was clear that this wolf was a male, the strength and dominance he showed was no longer there. It was replaced by whimpering, his tail drooped behind him. 

He was sniffing the air a little. The wolf before him was female.

‘Mate…’ A disembodied male voice whimpered. The wolf’s green eyes locked on the smaller black wolf. He realized that the wolf’s fur that he was looking at, looked a little bit purple under the sunlight from the canopy of leaves above them.

‘Mate…’ The bigger wolf froze before the female, fear struck him. He nudged her and called for his Mate. He noticed her inhale deeply at the touch and he calmed.

‘Mate.’ It claimed taking the smaller creature by her neck.

~.~.~.~.~

The small black wolf was curled up on top of a bed with white sheets. The room was rather bright and the color was mostly white with some black, green, and gold here and there. 

A tan man was in the room observing the curled-up wolf. He wore black pants, his chest and feet bare. He approached the whimpering wolf with bandages around its body. His green eyes studied the wolf on his bed, the same eyes that the big wolf in the forest had.

“Mate…” He mumbled, gently brushing her black-purple fur. “I am here…”

She was still unconscious for a week. 

And the man had grown anxious.

“Why is she not yet awake! Why has she not shifted into her human form!” He was yelling at his doctors that flinched at their master’s harsh tone.

It was not unheard of that some Mates were actually animals. And if his Mate was the same, does he kill her or keep her as a companion like what others in the same predicament do and then mate with someone else. At this point, his doctors weren’t even sure if she was a werewolf.

“Alpha Damian…” One of the three doctors in the room weakly called the tan man.

His green eyes glared at the doctor, “What?”

“She is getting better, let us not assume the worst…” The doctor finished and everyone in the room could tell that the Alpha was so close to ripping them all apart.

The wolf on the bed whimpered and his head snapped toward her. “Out! All of you!” He yelled and they all scrambled as he calmly walked to his bed and sat on it, patting his mate.

“I have longed for you for so long, please let me meet you.” He whispered, nuzzling his face to the wolf’s neck as it seemed to calm down from whatever nightmare she was having. 

It’s been weeks and she seemed stable but was still in wolf form. Damian’s anger became more quiet in the time that passed, but it brought everyone more stress than his outright barking.

His back was turned to the bed, he wore black pants, and he was barefooted, but had a white loose shirt on. He was getting convinced that his Mate was indeed a wolf and not like him who could shift.

He sighed, brushing both hands through his black hair. 

“Who are you?” The sweetest female voice echoed through his bedroom and he held his breath as he turned to face his bed.

There on his bed, atop his white sheets, was a pale-skinned woman, with long black hair cascading on his sheets, her eyes were violet. He didn’t think he’d gaze at such beautiful eyes.

Heck, he didn’t think he’d gaze at such a beauty, her nakedness he could not fully ignore too. 

She was beautiful.

And he was drawn to her, and as such, his feet found their way to her side. His calloused fingers brushed her waist, and his other hand rested on her shoulder.

Her violet eyes gazing at him, he kneels on the bed to bring his face closer to hers. 

“My Mate…” His eyes only saw her, his nose against her neck.

~.~.~.~.~.~

He was so happy to know her name, to have met her. He waited for so long.

“Raven.” He called to his Mate that was on the bed wearing one of his shirts, reading a book, her back against a stack of pillows. 

“Damian.” She greeted her Mate, looking up from the book. For a moment, his eyes brushed her long and bare legs. 

He sat on the space beside her and brushed his fingers on her face. He always looked forward to seeing her, even when it was for a few minutes.

Raven placed her book to the side, and soon her Mate’s lips were against the skin of her neck. His hands were roaming over her body and she quietly brushed his black hair. 

He had not marked her yet, but he could not control wanting to be this close to her, and she never pushed him back. And never made a move on him either.

She had been awake for a couple of weeks, but because she was still recovering, she remained in his bedroom. And in this space, he got to know her very well. 

She was calm, rational, and kind. Her eyes would appear to be the wisest he has seen whenever she gazed at him.

And he loved her so dearly. Admittedly, rather obsessively. Perhaps it was just their nature as wolves. 

And yet, as he placed wet kisses against her skin, she showed no hint of any possessiveness in the way he was displaying.

~.~.~.~.~.~

His Mate was wearing a white silk crop top with matching shorts, peacefully sleeping. And as he approached her, the smell that was coming off of her was getting stronger.

His eyes turned black and when he blinked, his green eyes returned but it glowed with a yellow glow around his green irises. 

He placed his hands on her hips and this startled Raven awake. He was over her legs and he leaned forward and so she parted her knees for him. He pulled down the garter of her shorts a little lower and his tongue made contact with the space just above where her pubic hair would have started growing.

Damian was just licking her there, sometimes his nose brushing her skin. He didn’t notice her biting her lips from the contact. 

“My future pups…” She heard him mumble and she blinked. “You’re ovulating, my Mate, is ovulating…” 

She noticed how the veins on his arms were bulging.

“My future pups,” Damian said, glancing at his Mate who was looking at him now. He was clearly fighting himself from something. He was breathing heavily.

The silence helped him gain back control from the animal within him, “I’m sorry.”  He pulled away, but he was clearly shaking, he was in pain. “I can’t help it.”

“I know.” She said, fingers extended to touch him, but he pulled away and shook his head.

“No, you don’t.” He whispered he looked so guilty and ashamed. “Normal wolves wouldn’t act like me.” His eyes glanced at her for a moment, then quickly looked away.

He covered his face with his hands, “You don’t understand, I want to keep you all to myself. The thought of anyone else laying even just their eyes on you drives me mad!” He growled and then breathed deeply. He took a peek at her from between his fingers, “I don’t want to justify my thoughts… but your mate is imperfect… no one would want me…”

“I don’t–” She tried to reach for him again but he pulled away. The look on his face made her freeze.

“You don’t get it.” He quietly said he looked so weak and from the short time they met, this wasn’t how she saw him. “My family… they wanted a better and stronger wolf, and so they did– they altered me to become what they want.” There was understanding in his Mate’s eyes. 

“It’s why I am so much bigger in my wolf form.” He added even more quietly than he expected. “As if the Moon Goddess was angered by this alteration– I…” He paused, closing his eyes and looking down, looking so ashamed. “I’m more obsessive and possessive than normal wolves. I try so hard to control myself. I’m imperfect– an abomination.”

Soft hands touched his arm and he looked up with clear shock on his face and his Mate was nothing but calm.

“I’m sure you have noticed.” He looked at her in confusion and she faintly smiled and added, “Why am I so small in wolf form.” He perked up. “I’m half-witch.”

He blinked at the revelation and it made sense. 

“So, I guess imperfect meets imperfect– and so we become a whole?” Her words made him feel like he could breathe properly as if his sinuses were cleared after breathing from one nostril for a little too long. “So, we are a perfect match, my Mate.”

He held his breath for a moment at her calling him Mate and she continued to talk, “ The Moon Goddess has not forsaken us.”

He smiled weakly at her, so enthralled by her presence.

“But why have you not marked me yet?” She quietly asked, breaking his quiet admiration for his Mate.

Damian looked away, “You didn’t seem interested to be my Mate…”

Raven shifted on the bed, “What? No!” Her tone was pouty.

She cleared her throat, “It’s not like that. I could tell that you were controlling yourself. I didn’t want you to feel bad or guilty, so I concealed my desire.”

He stared at her and he looked relieved, then suddenly frowned, “But I don’t want to hurt you.” He was looking away from her. “I know I won’t be able to control myself if we do it. I don’t want to hurt you.”

“Then hurt me.” She said and he looked at her with wide eyes. Her hand slipped down to hold his, and as she settled back to the spot she laid, she tugged him a little, bringing her closer to him. Her legs spread before him, feet on either side of him as she adds, “Hurt me. And Mark me.”

Damian stilled and breathed deeply like he was suddenly attacked. He was suddenly hit by her desire and scent. His lips part about to say something but he was cut off.

“Please, Mark me.” His Mate’s plea drove him to the edge. His eyes went from green to pure black and then his irises returned but they weren't green, instead it was yellow. All he could smell was the sudden release of desire– arousal, her scent of lavenders, and all laced with the fact that his mate was ovulating. 

Damian growled and it was clear that he was no longer in control. He ripped her shorts along with her underwear, leaving her bare for him. And oh, how bare she was. He brought his nose closer to her vagina and he was tilting his head a little and sniffing, and Raven was left to hold her breath in anticipation.

He could smell her begging for him even more. His tongue stuck out of his mouth and he started licking her folds. Her legs were over his shoulder, but she kept her feet planted on the bed.

He was going to claim her while the sun was still up and it hadn’t even reached mid-day. Everyone would surely know what he was doing. One of his hands pressed against where he was licking her a few minutes ago, just beside her hip bone.

“Beautiful…” He mumbled and then bared his teeth tugging at her vulva gently. “Mine.” He growled and then sucked the skin between her legs.

And he did that for a while, his mind intoxicated with her scent. His mouth filled with her taste.

Raven’s pale fingers found their way to his black hair and he glanced up. She knew that he was no longer in control. His eyes were yellow.

“Beautiful.” He claimed again locking eyes with her, giving her vulva a sloppy kiss while he was at it. His eyes never left her. And he noted how his Mate gulped. “Mine.” He said again, this time crawling to her. 

He cupped her face, “Mine.”

“Yes. I am.” She answered back shyly and she saw how his eyes were reflecting nothing but the animal inside and her.

He growled again, “Mine.” And went for her neck, first licking then his teeth grazing her skin.

Damian wasn’t gentle at all, it was clear that he wasn’t himself anymore, and that it was the animal in him in control. But Raven didn’t mind, it just showed just how much her Mate wanted her.

His fingers were finally done toying with her wet cunt after he made her orgasm at least a couple of times. Whilst his lips ravaged every part of her body.

He brought his wet fingers to his nose, “Ovulating…” He mumbled as if he just found out and there was an emotion that flashed in his eyes. 

He hissed, arms pulling her legs back to be on her sides. “Ovulating.” He licked his fingers that were wet with her juices and her face flushed a reddish hue.  

Raven was still anticipating the marking, he was biding his time to mark her and it was driving her mad. Then she felt it, a thickness and firmness against her wet cunt.

He studied her, tilting his head a little like a curious animal, his eyes still yellow. “Mine.” He bends forward to whisper to her ear and before she could reply she felt him enter her. 

Her eyes rolled back, her chest raised.

He smelled it, blood. “Virgin.” The simple word was dragged out and his eyes narrowed at her.

She thought that something had already long snapped from her Mate the moment he smelled her ovulating and begging to be marked. But the way he narrowed his eyes at her at this moment was something else.

She gulped.

Then his hips started ramming her. His touches felt even more animalistic. And with his pounding, she came closer to the peak and she could tell that he was in the same boat as her because his scent was overwhelming.

He tugged at her face, making her look at him, “Keep your eyes on me.” He growled and so she followed his order.

He could feel it, his close release and his Mate’s, and he was timing it perfectly. And when he knew they were at the cusp of release, his canines grew and he bit her shoulder just as they reached climax.

And Raven’s eyes widened. 

Just when she thought that what she was feeling was the climax she was waiting for, the venom from his marking said otherwise.

Raven passed out from the intensity, but her Mate was not yet done. His mind was still trapped in the desire for his Mate.

Raven would wake, in different positions, being tossed and turned by her Mate who was relentless, then would pass out. She wasn’t angry with him, it was just how their animal sides were.

The need to mate and produce. 

When Damian came to, one hand was on the lower back of a voluptuous ass sticking out to him. His breathing was shallow, as he tried to understand where he was and who he was with. He pulled his dick out from the tight cunt he was certain he was pounding. 

He knew that he had just released himself into her tight pussy.

He was disoriented and vaguely recalled that he was with Raven, his Mate this morning, but it was clear that the sun had set a long time ago. His fingers brushed the skin just above her butt and then unconsciously touched the stray white fluid back to her gaping hole.

He felt like his body wasn’t his, and that is when the scent of his Mate filled his nose. He blinked and glanced at the pale body before him. 

This was his Mate. Raven. And she had so many bruises, hickeys, and bites on her body.

He wanted to vomit. His mind could see images of what he had been doing to his Mate– even when she was passed out. 

He really wanted to vomit. 

He was a monster.

Damian was shaking as he pulled away and attempted to flee, but a weak hand wrapped around his wrist. And he froze.

His eyes were back to green as he stared at his Mate, her ass still sticking out at him, her cunt dripping from both their juices. But that sight was forgotten when he saw the sadness on her face and he felt her grief from the bond.

“Please, don’t.” She said hoarsely, but her lips were chapped and swollen that his guilt was heavier than her sadness.

Another flash of sadness that wasn’t his came to him, it was from Raven. She didn’t want him to leave her, not after marking her, she felt like he was abandoning her.

“No, it’s not like that.” He quickly explained but her sorrowful gaze pained him.

He knew what she was feeling and he pursed his lips, “I hurt you.” He quietly said, looking away.

And he vaguely heard her voice in his head telling him to stay. He also felt that she didn’t blame him but in fact, felt quite loved, and also knew that if he left, he would truly hurt her.

He studied all the marks of his passionate but sadly one-sided lovemaking on his Mate. He wanted to leave, he should, but he couldn’t hurt her like that. He helped her get a more comfortable sleeping position and somehow her lips found his neck. He felt her contentment.

And he realized that she wasn’t able to mark him.

When Raven woke, her body was extremely sore and it was still night out. Her arms touched the space around her, looking for her Mate. And dread filled her when she realized he wasn’t there. She sat up with eyes wide. 

He left her. 

Her eyes searched the dark room for her Mate. Her Mate who marked her and then just abandoned her. It hurt her ego as a werewolf. 

“Raven!” Damian’s voice roared as he opened the door, a basket in his hand. His green eyes searched for his Mate. He thought something had happened to her.

When she saw him, she instantly struggled to get up from the bed. He closed the door behind him as he quickly walked to her.

“No, don’t.” He begged her, not wanting her to come closer to him in her state. But she met him halfway and stumbled to his chest.

“You left me.” Her eyes were filled with water that threatened to spill and he felt her sorrow. She thought he had abandoned her. 

She-wolves were known to be particularly sensitive after marking, the duration varying from one Mate to another. The knowledge just popped up in Damian’s mind. He didn’t think he’d get a Mate, so these little details were something he didn’t bother with.

It was kind of similar to the human belief that human females grow an attachment to their first sexual partner. But with wolves, especially in their case– that Raven’s first was her Mate, the attachment to her first and only sexual partner was even more extremely heightened. He at least understood this much.

He cupped her face and brushed her cheek with his thumb, this was the first time he saw her with so much emotion on her face. “I’m sorry.” He quietly said, but her eyes were pleading and her chapped lips pouting at him.

“You weren’t able to eat, so I went to get you some things to fill your stomach. I didn’t think you’d wake up. I’m sorry.” He quietly confessed.

He felt her joy from his show of concern and his heart fluttered, or maybe it was hers. Regardless, from where he stood and with the moonlight's help, he could see all the marks he left on her body. What he did to her flashed before his mind. 

He wanted to apologize again, but a small hand against his chest stopped him.

“Please, don’t.” She whispered, eyes pleading again, “If you do, it’s like you're telling me you regret marking me.”

Her emotions felt like a punch on his cheek and so were her words. 

“No!” He hated the thought. He didn’t regret it and she flinched at his sudden outburst. He calmed himself and added, “ It’s not like that.”

He caught himself from apologizing again, he leaned forward pressing his lips against his mark on her shoulder, “Mine.”

He felt her feeling proud and happy with his actions. And he too was pleased. 

Another information entered his mind, some wolf packs do not allow their females to mark their Mates or partners. He wondered for a moment if she came from a pack like that. 

~.~.~.~.~

“Alpha! There are trespassers!” Someone told Damian and he frowned.

“Alpha! The she-wolf is approaching the mansion!” Another yelled as he ran to the mansion just as Damian was rushing out. “The she-wolf refused to talk to us, but she was being chased and was evading us and her attackers.”

Damian frowned, he didn’t have time for this, he had not seen his Mate and could not hear her or feel her.

“She was being chased?” He asked as he glanced up, seeing a familiar small wolf running to them. Even though he couldn’t see from where he was, he just knew that the approaching wolf would have violet eyes.

“She is coming to the Alpha!” Someone said, alerting the others, silently telling them to stop the approaching she-wolf.

Damian ran to said she-wolf and shifted mid-way, and it looked like he was going to trample the poor wolf, but instead, he barked, landing a little behind her. His snarl put a halt to everyone and even the trespassers that he could smell from across the forest where the small wolf came from. 

Everyone stilled and Damian turned to look at the shaking wolf behind him. Her eyes were exactly his Mate’s. He nudged her and she whimpered, he urged her to communicate with their exclusive Mate telepathic connection, but nothing. He even sniffed her. 

He couldn’t smell her or his scent on her. He couldn’t even feel her or hear her.

But those violet eyes were clearly his Mate’s and it was pleading to him.

He recalled how he barely smelled her when he first met her. He was only certain that she was her Mate the moment his eyes laid on her in her human form. 

He growled slowly and the wolf before him blinked. It was undeniable that this was the same wolf he saved from the forest. His Mate.

He grabbed the creature by the neck and snorted at his men. He was disappointed that they could not identify his Mate. But recalling that even he could not smell her scent and that no one had seen her shift in her wolf form, he calmed down a little.

The smaller wolf looked pitiful being carried like that by Damian in wolf form. But he padded his way to their bedroom and laid his Mate on the bed.

He shifted into his human form, he wore black pants, it was enchanted to accommodate shifting. 

“Raven, it’s alright, you can shift.” He urged her but the wolf merely whimpered. He was confused. He brushed her black-purple fur and comforted her and she merely nudged his head a little.

Three days passed and she was still in wolf form, “What’s wrong? You can’t shift back? Is it similar to when we first met?” He patted her head and he noticed a tear fall from the she-wolf’s eyes.

Later that evening, when Damian was about to go to the bathroom, he smelled his Mate’s scent and he turned to the bed to see his naked Mate on the bed. Tears in her eyes.

“Damian…” She whispered her arms extended for a hug and he went to her instantly and wrapped her in his arms. “I was stuck.” She mumbled, shaking her head to the nook of his shoulder.

“Why?” He asked her gently and she froze.

Raven suddenly burst into tears and kept apologizing, “I’m sorry, I’m sorry. Your Mate is selfish, I didn’t– I couldn’t reject you when I met you.”

He inhaled deeply at her last words: reject. She wanted to reject him. The animal inside of him was angry at the thought.

“I didn’t tell you everything, I didn’t give you a choice. I’m sorry.” She sobbed and he felt the misery she was feeling, thus his anger at the thought of being rejected disappeared.

He wanted to understand her, “What do you mean?”

She stilled again on the spot and she held back her tears as she stared at him, “This isn’t common knowledge but when some wolves meet their animal Mates, most times, they really weren’t born as animals.”

Daman furrowed his eyebrows, he tried to recall this information from all the books he had read, and there was no information like this. 

“They were likely half-wolves, who lost the ability to shift into their human forms,” Raven revealed and his eyebrow twitched. 

It makes sense.

“One day– I might not be able to become human.” The tears in her eyes fell again and her dread and his dread merged into one in his body.

After a moment of silence, “No.” He said. “If my mother can find a way to alter me– I’m sure there is a way around that.” His green eyes were determined.

She shook her head, “I shouldn’t have mated with you– we shouldn’t have met. If I was stuck as a wolf, you probably wouldn’t know who I was. And I wouldn’t either.”

“No!” He yelled and Raven stared at him with wide eyes. “I’m not mad at you,” He clarified, calming himself. “I don’t like the thought of not having you.” He buried his face on her shoulder.

“You’re mine.” He softly added.

“You could have mated with someone else, and we wouldn't have known what we could have been.” She added and he growled. “I was selfish, I couldn’t let you go.”

He licked his mark on her, “Then I’m glad that you are.”

Another moment of silence then he recalled something, “Is that why I can’t smell you?”

Raven pushed him gently, looking at him, “I am half-witch, I was hunted down for what I am, as a precaution when I shift I conceal my scent, but… it has become my default so I find it hard to control it.”

He nodded and kissed her forehead, “We’ll find a way around it.” 

“But Damian, if I fall pregnant and shift into a wolf, I will lose our child.” Her eyes twitch as the tears fall. “I don’t want that.”

“I’d rather lose the child.” He said and he felt her heartbreak at his words. She didn’t realize it but she had also held her breath. She believed he didn’t want children with her.

“It’s not like that, Raven. I don’t want to lose you.” He made her look at him by cupping her face. 

But she was not convinced and attempted to be freed from his touch.

“I can’t lose you, my Mate.” He looked in pain frowning at her, “We can choose not to have kids for now until we figure this out. Alright?” 

She was still distraught by his words but she nodded and he embraced her as he comforted her.

“I do want pups with you. I don’t want kids with anyone else.” He reassured her. “If you get stuck as a wolf, then I will live my remaining life as a wolf with you.”

He heard her gasp and felt her heart sink into her stomach, “No.” She said, eyes wide in fear. “No, you can’t.”

With firm hands on her cheeks he said, “Yes, I can.”

~.~.~.~.~

“How certain are you that this information is true?” Talia asked, glancing at her son and then his Mate.

“It is quite known to families who are not pure, and to a certain coven of witches,” Raven replied. “We… Impure wolves were hunted as a sport, so this information is concealed. We have packs or covens dedicated to us. But please, keep this a secret, I’m not supposed to be even telling you this.” She glanced at her Mate. 

Damian knew that it was only recently that half-werewolves were accepted. Of course, there were still some who liked the old ways. But he had never heard of packs of half-wolves and witch covens that help said half-wolven packs.

“But there are still some who treat us as a game.” Raven unconsciously rubbed her arm.

“Is that why you were being chased?” Damian asked, containing his anger, he had always wondered why she was being chased, but he didn’t want to force her to answer him by asking. When she confessed that she was half-witch, he didn't even ask questions.

To him, she was his Mate. That was all that mattered. 

Raven looked uncomfortable with the question and glanced at Talia. And her son frowned at her. He suddenly recalled that his pack used to hunt the impure wolves for sport too.

He growled, “If you hurt her.”

Talia raised her hands up, “She is your Mate, I have no intentions, and anyways, we stopped hunting them halflings down a long time ago. We saw that they offered more benefits as they are– earlier than anyone else did.”

Damian growled, placing himself between his mother and Mate.

“We also believed that maybe we were cursed too…” Raven quipped trying to change the topic and calming her Mate. “There was a way to make sure we don’t get stuck…”

Damian turned to her hopeful, but she avoided his gaze, “If we forsaken our wolves, then we wouldn’t become animals.” Damian did not understand her words and she adds, “You would have thought your Mate died, and if we crossed paths, we wouldn’t have known that we were destined for each other in accordance with the Goddess's will..”

He visibly took a step back, his head shaking. He couldn’t imagine being without her. Maybe it was the animal inside of him or the bond, but she was his. There is no other option for him.

Or maybe it was his imperfection showing. He was obsessed with her.

“I clearly… didn’t…” She mumbled, shaking in fear, when his eyes studied her, he realized what she was feeling.

“We can figure this out,” Damian reassured and turned to his mother, “If you can make me this strong, I am sure you can find something around this.”

He was nothing but determined. 

And Talia smiled, “I do like a compelling experiment.”

~.~.~.~.~.~

Raven was in their bedroom, and she had not seen him for days after having a meeting with his mother. She was very very upset. She was feeling abandoned. 

She decided to step out of the bedroom and walked barefoot to the end of the rather long balcony. She wore her white silk sleepwear made of a crop top and shorts again.

She gazed outside at the vast yard and into the forest from Damian’s huge balcony. She was told that her Mate had been running through the forest since they last saw each other.

She believed he regretted meeting her. She thought about leaving and just when she was about to go over the ledge of the balcony, despite being on the second floor, she heard a growl from behind her.

She turned and there was a very huge black wolf. She froze, one of her legs was over the banister.

The wolf growled as he slowly walked to her. 

‘What are you doing?’ An angry disembodied male voice asked and she recognized it as her Mate’s.

“I–” She couldn’t even say what she was doing and he growled again. “I thought you hated me.” She ultimately answered and the wolf was now before her. His head caressed her neck.

‘You are my Mate.’ His voice was gentle and suddenly before her, stood Damian, with only his black pants on. “Come, let us go back in.” His hands found her hands as he guided her away from the ledge. 

The next moment, she found herself in the center of the bed. She was sitting crossed-legged while he was before her on his knees, mouth caressing her neck.

“Why haven’t you marked me?” He suddenly asked her and she was taken aback. And he felt it.

He pulled away to look at her. She stared at those green eyes.

“I– I wanted it to be special, but…with everything– I don’t–” Her words stopped there because his eyes told her not to continue, she knew he knew what she was about to say. 

That she didn’t deserve him.

“I can hear you and feel you.” His fingers brushed at the side of her face, “I want you to hear me and feel me too.”

She gulped and nodded, “But maybe–”

“I rather not wait.” He cut her off knowing what she was about to say again. He was clearly displeased at her thoughts thinking that she wanted to find a better time and place to do it. 

“Okay.” She whispered, placing a hand over his beating heart. He saw what she wanted to do from the bond and he was anticipating her next moves. 

And Raven acted on it. She pushed him a little, urging him to sit and she straddled him, and he held his breath as she rocked her hips and caressed his neck with her lips. 

Eventually, after all the foreplay, his dick was inside of her with her clothes still on and his pants still around his hips.

He was moaning against her as her canines elongated and she bit him on his neck. He groaned. And as the venom sank in, making him further aroused he could feel her in his mind.

‘Damian.’ He heard her voice whimper inside his mind. And he couldn’t help but growl aloud.

His Mate was asking for more. Of course, he will fulfill her desire. 

She had bitten him higher than he did on her body, she wanted to assert her dominance over other she-wolves. Which he didn’t mind at all. But it honestly made him even more hornier.

~.~.~.~.~

They were in his bedroom, it was late at night. Raven was on the bed naked and on all fours with her nice ass sticking out to him. She was at the edge of the bed and he was behind her ramming her from behind, one hand holding her arm by the wrist and the other caressing her lower back.

Her moaning was endless.

He couldn’t help but sear the image into his mind. Her pale skin, her nice ass sticking out for him. His scarred arms and hands holding her. There was something quite alluring to be able to fuck her this way. 

They were animals by all means– being werewolves. They were.

And yet, to have her in this position in their human forms– there was just something about it that hit him differently.

His green eyes started to have a yellow glow around them.

Raven groaned and shook her head, “Slower…” She mumbled but he chuckled.

He went faster, “You and I know you want it faster.” 

She buried her face against the bed, one hand gripping the sheets and the other gripping his wrist as he held her by the wrist on that arm.

Soon enough the two had reached release again. And he felt it, just as he was pulling out before she even burst into tears. 

His Mate’s sheer sorrow.

He was already picking her up and comforting her as she cried.

“Hey, hey, baby, what’s wrong?” He caressed her leg and he was before her on his knees. All he could feel was her emotions.

“I am your Mate. I am supposed to be giving you strong pups, that is my honor as your Mate.” She sobbed. “But I can’t give you that.”

“Hey, hey, you will. It will just be a little bit longer than we’d thought.” He told her, brushing her tears away.

“We are wolves, it is in our nature to breed a stronger generation– and I can’t give you that. What kind of Mate am I?” She sobbed again.

He felt her strong desire to have his pups– their kids. There was a sense of joy he couldn’t hide and he knew she felt it from the bond. 

She wanted his kids. 

And Raven couldn’t help but stop sobbing as she stared at him. He was proud that she wanted his kids. 

His calmness and stare made her blush.

“I don’t want you to face losing our children because you can’t control your shifting. We’ll work on that and we can fill this damn whole pack house with our kids.” He said firmly.

The image of her having a dozen kids came to his mind, an image from his Mate whose ears were red. 

“No- not that many.” She couldn’t help but mumble and he laughed wholeheartedly. Her thoughts of her having saggy tits and not being attractive to him of course were sent to him through the bond too.

He leaned forward, making her lean backward and unknowingly spreading her legs wider. He whispered, “If anything, you will suck my dick dry.”

His green eyes glanced at her shoulder and it was slightly red in embarrassment. 

Damian pulled away, his green eyes glowing yellow again, realizing the position his Mate was in. Her legs were spread wide before him, his cum slipping out of the tight slit between her legs.

“Well, since it might take time to resolve our small shifting issue,” His index finger swiped his stray cum up back to her hole, “We can continue to practice how to make pups.”

Raven couldn’t help but gulp.

~.~.~.~.~

Damian was able to help Raven shift back into her human form whenever she got stuck. Her marking him had helped immensely. He can at least now smell her and his scent over her and communicate telepathically when she is in wolf form. 

It took time but at least now she didn’t feel alone when she was stuck.

In their bedroom, Raven was leaning against a stack of pillows that were resting on their headboard and Damian’s head was resting below her belly button. One of her pale hands was playing with his black hair as he was gazing at her.

He lifted a hand and placed it beside his head, “One day, I will have pups growing right here.” He rubbed small circles on her skin.

She chuckled, they were now quite comfortable talking about this. Raven was quite certain that she would soon be able to have his pups, so the topic wasn’t that painful to talk about. And if she didn't, she had him. Those green eyes that only knew her.

She brushed his forehead and teased him, “How do you know that there isn’t one already?” 

His eyes widened and lifted his head up as he stared at her lower abdomen, “Did I crush our pup?” 

The sheer concern he felt traveled to her. She smiled faintly. “I would know, do not worry Damian.” He looked at her and she reassured him that she wasn’t with child through their bond and he nodded. He did not look the least disappointed. Instead, he couldn’t help but send an image of him caring for her as her belly grew. 

“I can’t wait to be the mother of your pups.” She said and she felt and smelled his arousal. He knew she could tell that he wanted her. And he knew she wanted to avoid his gaze, but surprisingly she held onto his lustful gaze. “You will be a great father.”

The sun was still out, but here they were making love again.

Everyone in the mansion knew that the Alpha couldn’t keep his hands off of his Mate. 

Everyone has already accepted her, but she was still not part of the mind-link between the pack. 

~.~.~.~.~.~

In their bedroom, Damian was leaning on the headboard with his Mate between his legs, her back resting against his chest and his arms around her waist. 

They were fully clothed. He wore his black pants and a white loose long-sleeved shirt, his hard chest poking out of the deep v on the front of his shirt. His Mate was wearing a white fitted off-shoulder top with tight shorts.

He kissed her shoulder, particularly his mark on her, “I will admit, I really don’t like the thought of other males hearing your voice in their heads.” He was pouting and she laughed, her hands finding his and intertwining their fingers. 

“But they are wondering why I am not part of the mind-link.” She moved her head to rest her forehead against his neck and he groaned.

“But I want your voice to only fill my head.” He whined and he could feel his animal growing possessive and he was afraid he wouldn’t be able to control himself.

Raven laughed again, “But you and I know it is time and inevitable.” She kissed his jaw and he frowned. His green eyes were surrounded by a yellow glow that slowly faded.

He sighed, “I know.”

~.~.~.~.~.~

In a room full of people in suits and gowns, Damian was across the room, his eyes laying on his Mate who was talking to some other man. He had just arrived and came later than Raven.

His eyes instantly found his Mate. He couldn’t help but growl seeing the sight of his Mate welcoming some other man. He tried to control himself. What really ticked him off to the edge was the scent of her ovulating. It was sudden and she tried to conceal it, but he had smelled it from this distance. Perhaps it was the mating bond.

Raven felt him from across the room and smiled in his direction to comfort him and then brought her attention back to the man she was conversing with. Her smile did not comfort him.

He growled, his eyes glowing yellow. He worked so hard to control himself and he normally can, for the most part, but tonight was not the night.

No one knew she was his yet, and his scent doesn’t stick well on her body, and so did her scent on his body. And it drove him mad. 

He excused himself from the man who was attempting to talk to him. Everyone in the room could feel his growing anger. He stopped at his Mate’s side, his lips against her ear.

“Oh, I think you know my Mate.” Raven smiled at the man across from her, Damian gave the man a side glance, his green eyes had a yellow glow. He kissed her neck.

“My Mate, you know I am the jealous type.” He said with a deep tone. Raven smiled at the man, her fingers finding her Mate’s, silently calming him.

“Then, I must excuse ourselves, sir.” She told the man, smiling faintly, her eyes fluttering at him and Damian couldn’t help the growl that escaped his lips.

Raven quickly ushered her Mate out of the party hall with great elegance and into the dark halls of the castle. When the two were alone he pinned her to a marble baluster.

“You are ovulating.” He growled, his eyes yellow. And she cupped his face.

Her thoughts of wanting to see his green eyes came to his mind. He wished he could, but the animal in him was in control.

“Everyone must have smelled you.” He growled, lifting her up seamlessly onto the banister.

She couldn’t help but giggle, “You know that since we are mated, you are the only one who is this sensitive to my ovulation.” She pulled him into her arms.

He blinked and his green eyes were back, “I’m sorry, I couldn’t help it, I tried to control myself.” 

“Your self-control is insanely good, my dear Mate.” She reassured him. “I knew the moment we met. And don’t be too hard on yourself, you and I both know that the male wolves can’t help it because as animals, we can’t help but desire to mate and produce. And it is even more intense when it is with your Fated Mate.” 

She suddenly pulled him even closer with her legs that were now wrapped around his waist, “A desire to make your Mate carry your pups.” She whispered in his ear.

And he growled his green eyes emitting a yellow glow yet again.

And her eyes turned blue.

He controlled himself, and placed a firm kiss on his mark on her shoulder, and filled her with his pheromones– his scent. 

She couldn’t help but moan from his aggressiveness– his show of possession. It was natural for the female to long to be marked and be enveloped by her Mate’s being. And it likely didn’t help that she was currently ovulating mid-party, her body begging for his seeds and to produce.

The heat cycle can really drive wolves insane. At least, it did for this couple. 

~.~.~.~.~

Raven was stuck, and she was on their bed in wolf form growling at Damian. Her eyes were blue.

He tried to calm her but she snarled and attempted to claw him.

“Hey, it’s me.” He gently told her. Her eyes reverted back to violet and she rubbed her head against their sheets and calmed. She looked at him with one of her violet eyes pleadingly.

He approached her and brushed her beautiful fur, “It’s okay, remember what I taught you?” 

He could feel her trying to reach him through the bond and could feel her struggling. He buried his face into her fur, letting his pheromones set into her. 

“It’s me,” He coaxed her, “Remember how I taught you.”

The wolf in his arms sounded like she was in pain and eventually, the voice of a struggling woman replaced the wolf sounds.

“Damian.” Raven sobbed, naked as she hugged him and he hugged her back. He stroked her back.

“You know, I really think you should get some enchanted clothes now, so when you are stuck you aren’t stark naked when you return to your human form.” He groped her ass, distracting her for a moment.

She pulled away pouting and he added, “It was shorter this time.” 

She nodded, feeling comforted by her Mate.

~.~.~.~.~.~

Another day, and Raven was stuck in wolf form. They had just finished a really hot session of mating– well practice because his Mate couldn’t have children yet, and Damian had merely stepped out to pee in the bathroom, only to be greeted by his Mate in wolf form.

“Damian, I can’t…” Her voice meekly spoke to him in his mind, since they were now mutually marked he could hear her when she was stuck in her animal form. It was vague at first but now she was louder and clearer. 

He quickly walked to her, her wolf form was close to tears. Midway he shifted and his huge figure circled her, “It’s okay, I am here.” He said, his Mate seems to have merged into his pitch-black fur, but he could identify that hint of purple in her fur.

He knew exactly where she was.

Raven whimpered but cuddled to her Mate.

When Damian woke, he found his Mate in human form, tangled up in his furred body. There was something about keeping her warm like this that tickled his heart.

Her getting stuck has lessened and it comforted both of them. His Mate always avoided shifting for fear of not being able to turn back. 

“I am more witch than wolf…” He recalled her telling him once, her voice close to tears. 

“It doesn’t matter.” He replied.

Damian snuggled himself against his Mate’s pale body, marking her again with his scent which elicited a moan from his Mate. 

He paused, deciding to stop before he triggered her into heat. 

It was so difficult being part man and wolf. His green eyes started to glow yellow and he tried to calm himself.

FIN.

Did I end it abruptly? Even I was thinking that, but like at 8k, this is enough.