Seven

Draven's pov

I stood there, watching as a slow lazy smile spread across her face before she finally turned towards me.

I was already standing right behind her at the edge of the bed, a furrowed brow in my face as I frowned deeply at her. Vixen was trouble when it came to telling her what to do. Considering her father was a respectable Alpha King of a well to do influential pack, she had pride.

And she was my concubine. My Second concubine but she was my favorite. She had this fire in her that would never be subdued unless you challenged her head on.

"Come on, are you seriously going to choose her over me? You know you're mine on Thursdays and Fridays. Will that all really change because of her." The word 'her' leaving her lips was venomous and hateful.

"I don't wish to be disturbed tonight Vixen." I sign as she reached up on her toes to curl her arms around my neck, drawing in closer. She had on a see through Satin night gown that hugged her curves perfectly and exposed her cleavage which faced me squarely from below as she hugged me closer.

"But I want you Draven. You've been at the study all day. I've been anticipating for this moment." The desire in her eyes were evident and I could smell her raw arousal as she reached up to litter small bites and kisses across my neck, pressing her body against me.

"Vixen." With a growl, I grabbed her and calmly pushed her off me, avoiding the disappointed look in her eyes.

"You know you want this." She bit her lips and flashed me a sultry face, one hand moving up my naked chest, the other moving to grab her boobs whixh she fondled softly. "Draven I need you. I need you inside of me."

"You realize I have someone over right?"

I resisted her, not wanting her to see the effect she had on me. I did want her. Fuxk I always wanted Vixen. She had her ways of always doing so. Those eyes staring so seductively into mine did things to me. I had to restrain myself from ravishing and till she was breathless and she couldn't move her legs.

But I couldn't. Not tonight.

She suddenly chuckled, a bitter smile on her face that barely reached her eyes. "She's barely been here for a day and you're already choosing her over me. I thought she was just supposed to bear your heir and then she's gone. She's just temporary Draven. Don't go falling in love with her."

I smirk before grabbing her from behind, my hand grabbing her ass and pulling her close till our lips were so close I could feel her hot breath on mine.

"Do you really think I would? The question that should be asked here is If you're already jealous of her."

She returned the smirk and reached out to cup my face, her thumb creasing my lips, the one her eyes couldn't leave, a hunger in her eyes that needed to be satiated.

"Jealous? Of her? When I know I'm the only one for you. I'm not worried, Draven."

She then reached out and softly bit my lower lip, pulling it softly along with her as she pulled away from my grip.

"We can go to my room." She had a sensual air around her as she licked her lips, a hungry look in her eyes.

"I've given you my final answer," I got serious. "Don't push it."

She scoffed, a longing look in her eyes as she stared at Anastatia on the bed before she marched out of the look, banging the door behind her.

"Fuck." I was so mad compared to how she felt that I couldn't be with her right now but she clearly wouldn't understand.

I turned to Anastasia who was sleeping on the bed. Sighing, I grabbed the duvet and covered her naked body up, noticing how she was shivering drom the cold.

"This will be the first and last night you'd sleep in this room. You're neither a mate nor concubine. I'm only letting you off this once but it won't happen again." I say, as If she could hear me.

Suddenly, I noticed her shaking. I couldn't see her face so I wondered why she was shaking like she ..

I move her close so I could see her and was taken aback at the tears flowing freely down her cheeks. Her eyes were tightly shut and her brows were furrowed and she was shaking from the effort of her tears leaving her eyes.

I was so surprised. She was having a nightmare. And it looked to be a terrible one at that, considering she was crying bitterly and seemed to be at war with herself.

All of a sudden, she reached out her hands like she was trying to go after someone.

I lay there, not moving until she finally touched me. I couldn't explain the tensed sparks soaring through my body the moment her fingers brushed against my body.

"Mum... Please don't leave me." Her whispers was croaky, coming straight right out of her heart, sounding so broken.

The moment she touched me, she pulled herself closer into my embrace and melted into my arms. I was so stunned I couldn't move, and even If I did, I didn't even know what to do. It was the first time I was so confused at what to do and it got me frustrated.

"Please... Please..." She kept pleading and my hand slowly reached out as I wrapped It around her, pulling her close. My heart ached in a strange way- someway I had never felt before. It hurt seeing her tears. It was only after she had calmed down after soaking the sheets underneath her with her tears did I realize just how powerful the mate bond was.

I had never felt compassion for anyone, speak less of someone like her, a mere peasant, a mere weakling. I felt compassion.

This mate bond was truly more powerful and dangerous than we thought. If we get attached to her, there was a high chance we might not be able to to function well in normal patterns of our life without her.

But she was a mere weakling. She had nothing but a weak wolf and a fragile body liable to be broken apart by the slightest gush of wind. Her body was filled with nothing but scars and pain. How come she had such power to fuel the mate bond to be this strong.