7. OBSESSION COMPULSION

Alpha Demetrius

I tilted the glass, letting the chilled liquid touch my lips before spilling into my mouth. I relished the cooling effect for momentarily before it burned down my throat. It did nothing to dull my emotions. If possible her thoughts ran deep through my veins. Pumping hard with each beat.

She stirred something inside me, I was not aware of it. Until now. Or I never thought I was even capable of. She made me intrigued in a way no females ever could. I never lost my mind over females. Simply, because they were not worth my time. I would get access to them whenever I wanted — day or night. They were all the same to me. Only varied in shapes and sizes.

I turned off the lone lamp, rested on the desk and buried myself in the shadows. I spun the chair, facing away from the desk and stared outside of the window. Blocking the world behind the polished teak door.

The large glass window laid out a nice view of the snow-capped mountains and the vast Northern land surrounding it. But now, at midnight, it looked splendid.

The full moon was at its peak hour. Its radiance was shimmering over the landscape below. Few lights were still burning, twinkling over the obscure backdrop.

I looked ahead as far as my eyes could stretch. And my mind drifted away. Past the highborns, through the forest, sloping down to the pool. The Blackridge Pool. It was a shallow, murky pool. Neglected over the years. In the heart of winter wonderland. Just like the wolves resided nearby it. The Omegas.

And where Aura lived.

Aura... I whispered her name again. But this time slowly. Stressing over each character.

I liked how her name sounded in my ears. And I liked how it tasted in my mouth. The rough edges of her name smoothly rolled down my tongue and breathed out my lips in a seductive tone. I wondered if my tone just changed from natural to husky. Or her name itself that alluring. When it came to her, all my passions felt foreign to me. I was experiencing everything for the first time. Her entire being from her head to toe had an overpowering effect on me.

Aura brought these insatiable cravings I never felt before. Never in my life. Never needed to. My body didn’t act on desires, it was mostly a natural need I catered to. Just like an appetite to fill my empty stomach. A natural bodily need. When I had enough, I didn’t need more.

But with Aura, I didn’t think it would ever be enough for me. Just a look at her and I couldn’t take my mind off her. I never gave so much of a backward glance at the females after I had done with them. They made no difference.

Tight core. Wet mouth.

A means to keep me satisfied. A body to keep me warm in winter.

But with Aura, she seemed distant but somehow intimate. She stirred the beast, slumbering deep in his cave in the depths of Winter.

My mind working in its own accord, fantasizing her in those sexual positions I had with every female over the past years. She erased all those nameless sluts and replaced them with her in a whoosh. That kind of power she possessed.

Aura was not what I looked for in my preferred females. She was nothing like them. Delicate and docile. Attributes they generally had.

Kneeling at my feet, lowering their gazes, tilting their chin downward and waiting for my command. A good submissive.

Eloise was the best submissive I ever had, not because she was my mate. She made her best efforts to be always on the top. Painting those lips seductive red. Wearing revealing dresses, showing more of her skin and curves. No matter how many rounds I made to the brothel, I always came back for her.

Eloise knew what to be expected from her. And she knew it very well if she was incompetent to satisfy my needs, I could easily dispose of her off.

I had done it before. I could do it again.

Aura had none of the qualities I searched for, maybe that made her inquisitive. Maybe I wanted some changes in my preferences. After all, it had been years since I was having the same meat. Now, I was yearning for her fierceness. Her tough attitude.

Eloise attempted.

Aura sparked.

Aura challenged me with her toughness and I was more than willing to conquer her.

Tonight, I got a whiff of her worries pouring out of her pores. Infused with her lingering doubts. Though she was trying hard to uphold her unwavering demeanour. But she was failing at every step. Her body was giving out. But she kept pushing herself ahead. She thought she could easily fool everyone with her straight-faced. But I discerned her every intricate detail. Without any difficulty.

Her teeth clenched hard against her jaw. Fists tight. She was trying hard to fight off the pain.

She was a strong little wolf. Fierce. Determined. And I would undoubtedly relish burning down her fiery flame.

When Aura stretched the material on her shoulder, I got a glimpse of her creamy skin and it made me lose my shit instantly. I couldn’t think of anything else. The crowd blurred and all my focus zoomed on her. Aura was the only thought I held onto. The only sight my eyes grasped.

I wanted to pull off those strings and ripped the fabric off her body. I wanted to explore her body with my eyes and dipped my tongue at her curves. But I tightly grasped the armrest, restraining myself to act purely on my sexual need. A glimpse. That was all I caught and it made me fucking hard. I didn’t even get lucky to see her cleavage line.

When our eyes locked for a brief moment before she cast her gaze down, I noticed her blue eyes. They were breathtaking. Pools of unspoken questions. Neither a shade deeper nor a shade lighter — appeared near transparent. It was somehow in between the myriad shades of blue swirling in a whirlpool.

A wild clump of forget-me-nots, perfect, midwinter sky blue.

Even if I tried to I couldn’t forget those striking blue eyes. Etched into my brain cells. Forever.

I gulped down the remnants of the amber liquid in a swig before bringing down the glass on the desk with a loud smack. It didn’t dull my racing thoughts. Growing intense with every passing second.

What was she doing right now? A sudden question popped up in my head.

Would she be lying naked under her sheets?

Writhing her hips for my touch?

And before I could restrict myself, my stream of thoughts took me far away from where I was not willing to return. Without much hesitation, I bolted upright from my seat. I padded across to the left side of the wall and stood in the small space. In between the bookshelf and the cabinet. I pulled down the portrayed hanging from the wall. Beneath the frame, sited my chamber of lies and deceits.

No one would spare much of a glance at the old rustic wall with bare bricks that needed to fix. And that was the perfect hiding spot for my secrets.

I removed a few loose bricks from the wall and set aside. Behind the blocks, a small wooden chest came into my field of vision. I reached into my pocket and drew out a set of keys. I jammed the key into the hole and twisted right. It clicked open.

I reached out for the distinct vial and locked the chest after I found out what I needed for the time being. I put the vial into my pocket and set everything as before. I flung open the door and left the room.

I needed to see her. I needed to see Aura. Now.

I dashed down the stairs. My body couldn’t withstand the distance, keeping me away from her. And my mind was racing with all sorts of wild thoughts I wanted to do with her.

When I stepped out through the front door, as expected Theron was standing outside. Watching over the boundary along with other warriors. They startled for a moment, seeing me. Stiffened postures. Dropped their gazes, bending their spines.

Theron sped up in my direction and silently followed behind me. He knew better than to raise a question. Theron was designated into his position after a few years when I overtook the Volkov rein. I first saw him in a fight with the other warriors. I didn’t quite remember quite the reason but something went wrong and they all lunged at him.

Theron didn’t seem to faze by their hostility. They did a good number on him. He was staggering to his feet, couldn’t keep himself straight. But he overthrew his opponents at his feet. And when they rose to hit him back, he did the same all over again. I waited until the fight ended. He was the only one standing with a bloody face and a badly beaten appearance. I offered him the position of my second-in-command and till then he served me well.

Theron was a loyal servant. He didn’t ask much. Sometimes I didn’t even have to tell him before the job was done. His existence was like a shadow. Always there. Lingering behind. When his service was demanded, he would come forward slicing off the darkness. I expected no less from him. And till now he didn’t give any reason to depose him from his power.

Theron didn’t have a family from the start. He was left orphaned at an early age. That made him tough. Surviving in the wild. Struggling with every day. I never witnessed a flicker of emotions in his eyes. Hollow. Void. Alert. And that made him the perfect choice for his role.

“Tell my mate she doesn’t need to wait for me, tonight,” I ordered without looking back at him. I assumed he left with a nod. Turning his back, he retreated into the house.

Eloise would conclude I was not in the mood for her tonight. Taking some whore to warm my bed. I didn’t need her to wait for me when I didn’t want her. And I was certainly not sure when I would even come back.

Once I entered the forest, I stripped naked out of my clothes and folded them on the dirt. I relished my dominant side and transformed from skin to fur. Gripping the clothes into his mouth, my Alpha wolf raced down the forest towards his destination.

Passing the Northpass, he entered the territory where the Omegas breathed. He walked past the few houses before he arrived at the wooden cabin he was looking for.

Not fancy. Not that he had expected more. Old and rusty. The roof had been fixed too many times, patches of planks nailed down all over. Bare limbs of trees scattered all over the place. And a narrow path cut down on the ice led to the front door.

He walked around the cabin and swiftly transformed. I took the vial from the pocket, emptied the liquid onto my palms and rubbed all over my body and got dressed.

After a quick scan, I easily found Aura's room. Luckily, her window was wide open. I dragged myself in through the narrow space, preferably not suited for my muscular frame. After putting myself through a hard struggle I finally invaded her personal space.

Her room was shrouded in darkness. The bright moonbeams filtering through the cracks of the blinds, settling over her sleeping form. Aura was laying on her back but her face was averted away.

I stood at a safer distance away from her. Leaning flat against the wall. Restraining myself not to act on my provocative thoughts and accompanied her on her bed.

It was adequate, though. I couldn’t see her face. That would be too much for me to control and pull myself back.

Her little chest was heaving with every breath. She looked irresistible. Her aura drowned me in her lust, drawing me like a magnet towards her.

Her hair splayed across the pillow. Looked almost black under the shadows but her hair was a rich brown with an undertone of rusty beneath the dark locks. She felt peaceful. Unknown to the threat lurking inside her room.

Her sweet, pure scent overtook my senses. She smelt intoxicated. A perfect blend of my own branded scent.

Aura rolled onto her side, facing me. The sheet fell a few inches off her body. And the hem of her pink bunny top rose, giving me the mesmerizing view of her flat stomach. The last bit of restraint I was holding me back, broke loose and I lunged at her.

Hovering over her body, I kept my eyes transfixed on her. Her flushed lips parted slightly, stimulating me to hear the moans of her pleasure. I didn’t make a move. I reminded myself, that was too risky. I explored her body with my eyes up close, forming her detailed image inside my head.

I seized over my emotions not to rip off her clothes to shreds. I dug my claws in my palms, restricting myself from travelling further down the path I couldn’t possibly come back. I couldn’t let myself ruin the moments, I didn’t start relishing it. But before I could resist it, my mark of a claim was already branded on her flesh.

Eloise was my mate. I laid claim to her.

Aura. A claim of my obsession.