Decisions

KURT’s POV

Fucking hell… The night was a fucking hell!

I could smell her at every moment. I heard every rustle of the sheet as she moved.

‘I told you she could be our second chance…and she's right there. So close’.

Seriously, Thorin sometimes made me want to kill him!

She couldn't be our second chance. And if she was, I would hate it. I would never, ever accept another female as my fated mate. Hell no. If I was going to have a wife, she was going to be one I definitely couldn't love. No female would ever have control over me again.

It wasn't even dawn yet, but I had to get up and go take a shower. I knew it would be cold, so as to put out the fire inside me, but in the end, I decided to let myself enjoy my imagination. As long as I didn't touch her, I would be just fine.

As I walked out of the room, I took a deep breath and looked at her door. I had put her in the room next to mine. It was a matter of security: she was a visitor, she had no pack… it was good for her and for me. Or it should be. But I think the plan backfired, in my case.

She was getting up, I could hear her. I wanted to see how she woke up. If she stretched, if she had her hair all messed up, the curls at the ends could tangle around my fingers and I'd tug them, straddling her… No!

I walked away from her door. It was very dangerous. Very, very dangerous. What I needed was to fuck, that's all. Find an omega - none of them ever deny me fire - and relieve myself. Everyone would be happy.

‘Except me…’ Thorin commented. He was never the same after Alexandra. Now he was like that, depressed, or else, madly murderous.

‘We can't have sex with her, Thorin. I can offer nothing but sex’.

Everyone saw me as an unscrupulous son of a bitch, but I wasn't that bad. Yes, on the battlefield, I had no mercy. Whoever decided to pick a fight with me should be more than prepared to take a beating. Or a few bites. At least that's what Alessandra's whore served for: my thirst for blood and conquest made me the biggest Alpha in the country after her cheating.

In the kitchen, a beautiful omega was cooking. She was blonde, slim body… she sensed my presence and lowered her head, as they all do. I don't require this type of behavior, it just comes naturally.

“Come here,” I ordered and she approached, calmly. “Look at me.”

She looked up and yes, she was completely different from Rosa. Excellent. And the best? She was getting aroused.

I took her by the hand and led her behind the kitchen, into the pantry. I loved having the female with her back to the wall and her legs wrapped around my torso, but not this time. I couldn't look at that female. In my mind, another one was there, with auburn hair. Fuck!

“Do you want it?” I asked. She nodded, as I expected, but I could sense no fear. She was aroused the moment she sensed me in the same room as her. “It is just sex.” She nodded again. Fine. I liked to make things clear.

I had to cover the omega's mouth… her moans sounded completely wrong, it was unbearable. But when I was finally able to visualize just Rosa, everything changed. Everything got more delicious. I imagined those reddened, half-lidded eyes as I lunged at her, over and over again. Fuck, yeah!

When we were done, the omega could barely stand up. She was a lot smaller than me and I think I ended up overdoing it in the end.

“Take the day off.”

I know it was gross, but I couldn't even look at her. I’m not that kind of jerk, but at that moment, I could not act different from that.

Just to clarify: this is common. Sex between werewolves is common, without needing to be in a relationship. Lower rankings are attracted to higher rankings, it's a matter of power. So I wasn't deceiving any pure lady. And if she didn't want anything, I would force myself on her.

After eating my breakfast, I went straight to the car. I was going to visit the dear little bride. I would have to speak with her father, but I doubted he would turn down my request. She seemed like a nice girl, but honestly, I felt like I was going to the gallows.

The path to her pack, the Yellow Stone, was not very long. Not for me. I wish it had taken much longer, as in forever.

I was received very well, as expected. Alpha Gregory Starling was more than happy to see me, grinning from ear to ear.

"Alpha Kurt!" He said and extended his hand to me “It's an honor to welcome you!”

I didn't announce before going there what my objective was, however he must have guessed. All parents of Alpha females dreamed of marrying their daughters off to another Alpha. If it was from a strong pack, even better. This would grant status to the female's family pack.

“The honor is mine, Alpha Gregory, to be so welcomed.”

Before entering their Packhouse, I saw Giselle through the window, sitting on a sofa. She seemed lost in thought.

She wasn't ugly, far from it. On the contrary. She was very pretty. But she had a sad look in her eyes, sadder than I had noticed the last time we saw each other, as she presented herself as a strong and determined woman. She was already 20 years old… hadn't she found her destined mate yet, really?

We entered the room and she looked up. I saw recognition in her eyes, she knew why I was there. I waved slightly and saw a smile on her face. Not those smiles of happiness, but of triumph and acceptance.

“Please sit!” Her father offered me the seat right next to her, and she moved to the side. She was skinny, but that couch was too small for the two of us. I'm a rather large male… over seven feet tall, robust.

"I can sit over there," she offered, but the look her father gave her indicated that if she dared, he wouldn't let her be in peace.

She wasn't my female, yet. However, I couldn't just let her father threaten her like that, could I?

“If you want, you can. I don't want to be a bother.” I said it as gently as possible and she raised her eyebrow, clearly surprised. I looked at her father. “I don't mind as long as she's more comfortable. I know I'm taking up too much space on this couch.”

“Oh… sure. Do as you wish, dear.” He said to Giselle, who smiled and got up, going to the armchair next to him.

"I believe you already know the reason for my visit, don't you?" I asked him, and he wiped a bead of sweat from his forehead. The two of them were very much alike, father and daughter. There was no denying that they were blood related.

"I…I wouldn't dare to guess, Alpha Kurt." He was showing respect and, well, submission. He was older though, he was subjugating himself to me. Excellent.

“I would like to ask for your daughter Giselle's hand in marriage.”