Chapter 906 – Hidden Desires of the Werewolf King Novel

Filed To Story: Veiled Desires of the Alpha King Novel

How could she catch him now?

Another thought hit her. Shouldn’t the male chase after the female?

Sure, she was the most powerful Alpha, thanks to the bloodline her parents provided, but she didn’t want to dominate her mate. She wanted them to be equals, just as her parents were. Dayson Blake and Natalia Moonrider were immensely strong, but what made them undefeatable was that they never competed against each other.

Violet stopped and sniffed the air. This didn’t feel right. Should she just give up? It was obvious he was toying with her.

She always imagined that the mate bond will come with attraction and he will be romantic in an attempt to win her heart beyond what the bond provided, and this was none of it. Her pride hurt and her heart cracked.

Violet turned to leave, and she paused at the sound of leaves rustling behind her.

She was determined not to chase after him, but she still wanted to see what was going on.

A majestic gray wolf was pulling something from behind the tree and Violet stopped breathing when she saw him hold in his maw a bouquet of flowers.

She stared at him as he approached her slowly and placed the flowers at her feet. White carnations. Her favorite.

He retracted a bit and lowered his head, not exactly in submission, but he showed no intention of pursuing the chasing game.

The sweet scent wafted into her nostrils and her mind exploded. There was only one male that gave her white carnations, but she didn’t see him in five years. Was it him or someone who found out that those were her favorites? But not many knew that. Ethan knew, but he was not really a flower-gifting guy, and this…

With a thought, Violet changed into her human form.

“Shift,” she demanded.

He tilted his head. Even with the wolf’s face, she recognized his glee because her command didn’t work on him.

Oblivious to how her naked form impacted him, displeasure overtook Violet’s senses and her eyes lit up in silvery light.

“Shift now or I will leave. See if you can find me when I don’t want to be found.” No one ever offended her like this, and this was her mate, a person who should cherish her and dote on her, and he was doing none of that. Except for flowers.

This got his attention. The winds picking up from every direction told him she meant business.

He took a step back and her eyes widened when the fur got replaced by bare flesh to reveal a muscular form of a male whose upper body was covered in tattoos.

He was sitting on the ground with his leg raised at the knee to conceal his erection. Her scent was driving him mad, and her body was a thousand times more alluring than he imagined it would be. He waited for such a long time.

“Hi, Vi.” His deep voice stirred butterflies in her chest. “Did you miss me?”

“Ash,” she said under her breath.

Ashton Pascal was in front of her, in his naked glory.

Any boyish features she remembered him by were gone and she was confident he didn’t have an ounce of fat on his body. Only muscles and tattoos which were new yet oddly familiar, but his eyes were the same as she remembered them.

“Did you like my presents?”

Violet was unsure what to make of this situation. For five long years, she didn’t see Ashton. She would get white carnations on her birthday and various presents for Christmas with a short generic note “Merry Christmas” or “Happy Holidays” and his name under it, and that was how she knew he didn’t forget about her.

Luna Michelle told her that Ashton was fighting rogues up North, and then on the East, and she read reports about how he eradicated a rogue pack by himself while he moved down South. Everyone praised him as the hero who was doing a big favor to their society, and she was proud of him, she really was, but she didn’t understand why he never visited because she missed him immensely.

“Vi?” He called and got closer to her, this time on his knees, his body half bent.

“Five years, Ash,” she said, her voice breaking from tears she refused to let fall. She had so many questions. “That day…” She inhaled a choppy breath. “When you left… Did you know we were mates?”

He didn’t want to lie. “Yes.”

“And you left? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“I didn’t?”

Violet couldn’t recall every word of that conversation from five years ago, but she was quite confident that she wouldn’t forget the detail of them being mates. “If you did, I would remember it.”

Violet’s heart flipped when Ashton’s image blurred to stop right in front of her. She never saw anyone move so quickly. Was he even trying to run away when she was chasing him?

She could feel his sweet carnation-infused breath on her face and her chin tingled when he held her there.

“Are you willing to give yourself to me?”

Violet blinked. That was an abrupt change in topic. “What?”

“That day, I asked you, are you willing to give yourself to me,” Ashton said. “I could sense how flustered you were, and I knew I had to leave.” His hand moved to the side, and he put his palm on her cheek.

Violet closed her eyes as the delightful sparks danced on her skin, traveling straight to her brain and the rest of her body as their mate bond became stronger by the second.

“You were not ready, Vi, and I would be an asshole if I claimed a thirteen-year-old girl just because I knew she was my mate. I couldn’t put you through it, not before you could feel it too, but your proximity was too much for me to handle without claiming you. I didn’t want to risk snapping and doing something you would hate me for.”

Violet’s eyes blurred with tears. She remembered it now. She hugged him and he said to not do it lightly because he was of age. And he was right. She was not ready, but…

“What about the last few months? My eighteenth birthday was five months ago. Why did you wait?”

He couldn’t believe she thought he was avoiding her of his choice! She thought he was rejecting her, and it was killing him from the inside.

“Do you think I didn’t want to come sooner? I was stuck in Florida, chasing a rogue that was different.” With abilities that a werewolf shouldn’t have. It was not the first hybrid Ashton fought against, but this one was stronger, smarter, and more vicious than the others. “I counted weeks, days, hours, minutes to your adulthood, but shit happened.” Ashton was gravely injured and nearly died. The thought of seeing Violet was the only thing keeping him alive. He didn’t want to say all that and spoil the mood. “I had to finish the job, otherwise I wouldn’t be able to face famous Alpha Violet as her equal.”

Violet could sense that Ashton was hiding something.

“You were chasing rogues?” Or was he chasing women?

“I would assume that reports of my activities reached you,” Ashton responded. “Or were my deeds not worthy of you?”

“If I knew you were doing it for me, I would pay more attention.”

“Six years, Vi.”

She didn’t get it. “What?”

“I am waiting for you to grow up for six years. My wolf nearly went feral, more than once. The only thing keeping me sane was killing rogues and counting the days until I could see you.”

Violet eyed his muscular body and she couldn’t miss the numerous tattoos. If he didn’t care about women, why did he decorate his flesh with all that ink?

She turned away from him and crossed her arms over her chest. “I’m sure you did something else to keep you sane.”

“Like?”

Her hair rose when she felt his breath at the back of her head and the heat increasing behind her told her he was impossibly close.

“Women,” she said in a small voice.

“What women?”

Violet shrugged. “The ones that kept you company when you felt lonely and…” Horny.

“There were no women, Vi.”

She whipped her head to look at him suspiciously. “Not even one?”

He thought for a moment. “About two years ago, I was deep in the mountains, and I hunted a goat. Her fighting spirit reminded me of you, and I contemplated if I should fuck her or eat her.”

Violet’s eyes widened. Somehow, Ashton being intimate with a goat was worse than if he bedded ten women at once. Or was it? “What did you do?”

“I was more hungry than horny.”

Violet didn’t think it was funny. “Are you messing with me? You can’t tell me you were living like a monk in the mountains without getting in contact with females. You had to visit human towns, or should I believe that those tattoos are natural?”

He looked at himself. Those tattoos were embedded with witches’ magic to boost his connection with nature and enhance his body. It was painful like hell and his wolf nearly perished during the last phase of chants. Who could think about getting frisky with women when his body was writhing in agony? Ashton hated every minute of it, but it was necessary if he was to survive numerous clashes against the rogues everyone called hybrids, the new species created in the lab by humans who were combining werewolves with things that gave them abilities. Not every experiment was successful, some created abominations, but Ashton didn’t want to talk about it, not now.

Only a few people at the top knew about hybrids and Ashton was aware that Dayson and Talia kept this information from Violet because they wanted her to grow up carefree as long as possible. Now that he returned, ready to take the role of Violet’s mate, it was Ashton’s duty to keep protecting her and not break that innocent kindness that was oozing out of her.

“Vi, I am waiting for six torturous years. I need an answer now. Do you accept me as your mate?”

Did she accept him? What kind of a question was that?

Violet knew Ashton from the day she was born. He was always there to support her and teach her things, he was the person she could rely on. She didn’t see him for the last five years, but the connection was there. Ashton was her other half, the piece she was missing to be complete. How could she say no to that?

Violet spread her arms and threw herself at him.

They both groaned at the shock of sparks that prickled wherever their bodies touched, and that was a lot of surface because they were naked.

“Vi,” Ashton called with difficulty. “How many times do I need to tell you to not throw yourself at males?”

“You are not just any male. You are my mate.”

Ashton’s eyes clouded with lust, but he pushed that back. He needed to stay in control for just a bit longer. “Are you saying that you accept me?”

A million butterflies exploded in her stomach, making her queasy. “Yes, Ash. I can respond to the question you asked me five years ago.” She licked her lips nervously. “I am willing to give myself to you.”

“Only me.”

“Yes, yes!” Violet confirmed. Why were they still talking? Was he hoping she will change her mind?

“Ahh!” Violet cried when Ashton picked her up into his arms without any warning.

He smirked smugly, enjoying her flustered expression. “Hold on tight.”

Violet had no idea what to expect, and her breath got caught in her throat when he started running. The scenery around them turned into blurs and she could feel the air becoming colder due to the speed he achieved.

Violet gripped Ashton’s shoulders and observed his face that tightened due to his attention on the road to wherever he was taking her. Violet knew they were moving away from the Shadow Fang pack, and she didn’t care about the details because she was with her mate. Finally.

She thought that it was silly how for years she was wondering who her mate would be, yet she knew him since birth. That was one of the reasons why she was able to relax and let him take the lead. Over the years, Ashton proved himself as reliable and he did everything with utmost care. Actually, whenever she was imagining her mate, she would think along the lines, ‘I wish he had this-and-this like Ash…’

Violet ended up staring into his usually hazel eyes which had an otherworldly purplish-blue hue that glowed in the dark. She never saw anything like it, and she wondered how many more secrets Ashton was keeping for her to uncover.

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