Memories

Mara didn't gain consciousness at once. She began noticing her surroundings minutes after she woke up. There was no one nearby. She was alone in her room. Just beside her bed, she saw plates and cups that had been used to feed her drugs. She didn't call anyone or try to ask for help. She didn't feel any pain. She doesn't even have a memory of what happened. It's just her on her bed looking lost and empty.

After minutes of silence even in her head, she wondered what had gotten her into this condition.

"What made me faint?" She asked herself, thinking of possible reasons. It was not like her father had touched her. He beats her when she provokes him but he had never beaten her to the extent where she lost consciousness.

It's not like she got diagnosed with any sickness that drained her energy. And she is quite energetic. The doctor has once said. And she had proved it at different times.

"Oh! Right!" She cried in her head.

"I remember. I remember just what it is that happened." She said to herself.

"My fairy tale Alpha." She smiled.

'Oh no! Wait, he isn't an Alpha yet. My fairy tale mate," she smiled and adjusted her position on her bed.

She stretched her body and sat down straight. She sat closer to the wall and rested her back on her pillow. She removed the bed cover on her leg. She saw her legs bare skin. She wondered who it was that had removed her skirts. Her leggings that she wore as underwear were still on. She looked at the shirt she had on. It was different from what she wore when she met her fairy tale man.

She had a silky shirt on, with a long skirt that can be tied around her waist just in case she wants to run. But now, it's just her nightwear. She had her nightwear on.

"How long have I been unconscious?" She asked herself. She stood up and went across the window. It's night. That time of the night. Just deep into the night where no wolf or very few wolves are still awake.

She went back to her bed sluggishly. Still under the influence of sleep and tiredness. Her bones were not as strong as they used to be, and her muscles hurt. She dare not try to shift or run at this moment. She would not just faint, but will probably become immobile for a long period.

"Why? Oh! That's what happened. Father!" She mourned. When she remembered how she had insulted Aaron and made him feel embarrassed. She sank deeper into worry. She feared her father's treatment. Her mother wouldn't say a thing. Her brothers will not even look at her with pity. But she has grown used to all those. But this is a new kind of crime she had committed against her father. She wondered what his reaction would be. First, she was all friendly with the son of the Ultimate Alpha. Then she disrespected someone her father had shown interest in.

But this man was all worth it. His appearance was calming. He is of royalty and for the first time, a man who she knew wasn't afraid of her father. He treated her with respect not because he knew her father, but because she was a human. The last man to do that to her was Falcris. Falcris was just a beta in her father's pack. He hadn't grown in their pack. His father defected from another pack during the last war but contributed largely to the winning of the war. Hence why they rose to be Betas. He had seen her with her maids running through the woods. He chased her.

"Lady Mara! Lady Mara!!" He called when he grew closer to her.

"My Lady! A wolf has been after us since we crossed the stream." One of her maids informed her.

"I know. He probably has a message for me from my father or something. I want to have today for myself and not for anyone else," she explained. She didn't wait, neither did her maids. And the wolf coming after her didn't wait either.

"He is a persistent one," she thought to herself.

"Let me listen to what he has to say," she sighed. She stopped running and turned back.

"And what message do you have for me," she said. He stopped and bowed his head. He raised his face, smiling.

"My Lady, the message I have for you is best listened to, with regard to high confidentiality," he said.

"You are the son of Donolf. The man from the legend who joined our pack when we were having a hard time?"

"I would prefer that you don't remember me by that always." He complained.

"Sorry! My bad! What message do you have for me?" She asked.

"In private." He said. She looked at him and smiled uncomfortably. She turned to her maids and asked them to give her a minute.

It was right that day that he talked to her that she fell for him.

"Do you know my father is Lord Horgan? Your Alpha?" She had warned him after he told her of his interest in her. How he had been taking notice of her every move.

"I know. But your father should not have anything to do with how we love each other. My Lady, don't see this as condescending, but I love you. I would love to be your mate." He confessed. All she could do was smile. The confidence of this man is nothing she had seen.

She inhaled him. He has a subtle scent for a Beta's son. His scent wasn't domineering. But she doesn't care. She didn't reply to him at the moment. She only gave him more chances to talk to her.

But everything ended five years ago. Her father had caught a glimpse of Falcris' smile for her. Her father placed someone after both of them. And after careful notice, her father called both of them to court.

"Mara! Who is this man?" He asked in a friendly tone. He didn't come off as angry. Even the guards of the court were not around. The atmosphere wasn't official. She felt relaxed.

"Father! He is Falcris. Son of Beta Donolf. His father was the one who helped us unravel plots of the Ekun's pack during the last war. We…"

"Mara! I know who his father is. Tell me the relationship between you and the young wolf." LordHorgan ordered. He stood up from his seat and moved closer towards them.

"He is a wolf I am interested in, father. I love him." She said to her father with a smile on her face. She moved forward so her father would know how happy she is. She had her hand on her chest.

"You love him?" He said. He turned around and smiled.

"And you Falcris, what do you have to say about that?" Horgan asked Falcris.

"Lord Horgan. I love your daughter. She is the perfect mate. She is…" Falcris said. He bowed down immediately. He thought it would be disrespectful to talk to Lord Horgan while standing.

"My Lord, your daughter is the embodiment of perfection. The most royal among the Felans of Asark. And it would make me happy if you would accept me as her mate." Falcris explained.

"You should stand, young wolf, '' Horgan ordered. Immediately Falcris stood up, Horgan turned sharply. He maneuvered his feet in a way that seemed like he wanted to kick Falcris. Falcris moved back a bit and with a super speed faster than what Falcris or Mara could notice, Horgan punched Falcris' jaw. The punch launched him farther away from where he was standing. Falcris yelped.

"Father! What are you doing?" Mara cried.

"Shut up! You ingrate. How disappointing are you?" He cursed his daughter.

Falcris stood up to run away from the court. Before he could get his balance, Horgan got to him. He held his neck.

"You! You infidel! You bewitched and defile my daughter!" He screamed at Falcris. Guards who had hidden behind the shadows came out. Horgan dropped Falcris. The guards grabbed him almost immediately.

Falcris' tongue split on the impact of Horgan's punch. He groaned but after a few seconds, it healed.

"Lord Horgan, I never touched your daughter." He protested.

"Take him away. Tonight, he shall be punished according to the law." Her father ordered. And that was the last time she heard Falcris' voice say something audible. The next time she heard his voice was from this very room she is sitting in now. The voice of agony.

She won't deny the fact that Leowulf is more of royalty and a better-looking wolf than Falcris. She remembered his soft-looking face. She wondered how vibrating his lungs would be while he growled close to her ears. She didn't fear him getting hurt or lied upon by her father. He is the son of the Ultimate Alpha. She remembered the last moment of her consciousness. His patched hand proved the hardship of the training he would have gone through.

She inhaled the air around her and reminisced the subtle but royal scent of Leowulf. She felt the muscles in her body tense. It contracted. Her heart rate began racing faster the more she thought of Leowulf and his similarities to Falcris. It was like she could see him through Leowulf. Felt like Leowulf would be the one to remind her of the only failed love story she ever had in her life. Being a hundred and eight years old, she only experienced love for half of a year. But now every emotion she felt for Falcris doubled for Leowulf.

She felt her breast get fuller. Thank the goddess she wasn't wearing her corset. She remembered the first time Falcris had come close to her with her corset on. It pricked her hard nipple. She remembered how he had made a low growl into her ear and had held her waist. He spread his hand on her waist. Even though she had a cloth on, she remembered the feeling she got when he traced his hand to her spine.

"I need to take my bath." She said to herself. She went to her bathroom.

"Lord Leowulf," she called his name to herself. She sat in her bathtub. Her large plastic bathtub. She appreciated her maid who had filled it with water. She removed her leggings while sitting. She put her right hand within her thigh. She felt her muscles tighten more. A sort of different liquid came out of her private part. She didn't want to let go of touching her private part. She rubbed the top gently. A cold sensation ran through her.

Her breast that felt bigger than it was, itched her. She held and squeezed it with her left finger, while she formed a scissors shape with her hand and covered her genitals with it. She moved around it at a snail pace. The thought of Leowulf being the man to satisfy her drove her crazy. It brought a smile to her face.

She retrieved her hand and inserted it into her genitals. She moaned and exhaled sharply. She continued till she felt an unexplainable feeling from her genitals. It spread through her body even to her fingertips. She could swear it appeared nearly painful then an outburst of comfort accompanied it. She smiled.

She sat down in the bathtub. Her head pulled back. The comfort she felt is one she never experienced. It felt like it was a sleep-inducing one. She remembered Falcris one more time. She knew she would have wanted to have this feeling with him. He was an innocent man that became unfortunate because of her. She is to be blamed for his misfortune. But she knew no one was going to listen to her. She shouldn't even tell Leowulf. One of her friends has said male wolves tend to be more jealous than Felans. They feel more insecure when compared to anyone than Felans.

"So this is what it feels like to get to orgasm," she smiled one more time and closed her eyes, with her head laid on the bathtub. After a few minutes of thoughts of regret and wishes, she slept off.