The Demon-Wolf King

The Kingdom doesn't need a new Queen!

Prologue:

Bahm paces back and forth in his chambers, furious that his mother agreed for him to marry Cynthia in a month! His fists were clenched shut, and his blood was boiling over the top.

“YOU CAN’T MAKE ME MARRY THIS BÍTCH!”

"Bahm, sweetheart... I am sorry. The whole Kingdom agrees she will be a good queen and —"

"NO!! SHE WILL NEVER BE QUEEN!!” He yells. Not giving his mother any time to finish her sentence. “SHE MEANS NOTHING TO ME! I THOUGHT YOU HATED THAT B!TCH ANYWAYS! SO WHY?!!”

"Bahm.... The creatures and beings of the Kingdom feel more safe if they had a queen to follow as well. They think she has the ability to calm you—"

"ONLY DURING SEX!!!!" His face was so red that his mother, Fei, could see he was very unhappy.

"Dear...We went over this already. She's the princess of the Vampire King, Fehdrik, and we could really use the older soldiers' help in case of any upcoming attacks from the 5th demon realm." Fei tried her hardest to explain softly and soothingly to her son, but he was heated and not hearing it.

He didn't care if any wars were bound to happen. He could single handily take anyone down. It's their death wish if they ever planned to attack his kingdom of Gabhaãr. He didn't quite understand why he needed more vampire soldiers when he had plenty.

"AND WHY DID YOU HELP HER BOUND MY WOLF TO SHIFT IF I LEAVE THE LANDS?!!” His eyes turning onyx and filling the white of his eyes.

His mother looked up slowly. She thought Cyn had explained all of this to Bahm and yet here she is, breaking more bad news to him.

"She says it's punishment for running into the woods and bringing back a she-wolf from the human village. She didn't like it. It's only for the month-"

"WHATTTT?!?! I HAVE FÜCKING TELEKINESIS!!!!! I DON'T NEED TO BE A MAN TO PICK UP WOMEN!!"

What a lame ass, possessive excuse for why Cyn had to go and cast a spell on him.

Fei sighed distressingly and left the room.

Bahm, who was stuck in his twenty-seven-year-old body for a thousand generations, now had to marry a five-hundred-year-old, spoiled brat who liked to control him and thought he was only for her.

Bahm only saw her as a piece of easy, submissive ass, that he could have at any time. But it didn't give her the right to negotiate with his Queen of a mother to become the next queen!

She was nowhere near qualified!

Who would have thought his mother would have approved handing the title down as Queen to Cynthia.

The ruthless and jealous vampire princess of their kingdom. Bahm thought he deserved a better woman with more class than her.

He was disgusted.

Cynthia loved sex just as much as Bahm did and when he doesn't give it to her, she isn't afraid to run back to her palace and shag any of her guards or cooks there.

Bahm never cared about this because he too, had hundreds of maids and nymphs to satiate him daily. He only enjoyed fûcking Cyn savagely, and she could handle it very well...

"I can't believe you all allowed her to put a spell on me. You know how I feel about magic being placed on me. WHAT THE FÚCKING HELL MAN!!" Bahm roars at Nyku, his personal assistant who came barging through his chamber door.

She could hear all the commotion from across the castle and came as quick as she could with the court maids filling her in.

"Bahm we are sorry, but mom is getting old. She needs someone to take her place." Nyku said in a concerning tone. They all knew Bahm hated when magic was being used on him against his own knowledge. He hated witches!

"Then you be Queen. You know how to do everything."

"What!! No! Yuck!" She pushes her face up in disgust.

Bahm is like a little brother to her and she's been taking care of him and in his life for the past 1,100 years.

She takes a few steps back and examines him to make sure he wasn't feeling sick after saying such nonsense.

"I won't be happy if you make me do this." He says calmly. Not raising his voice anymore, but his tone cold as ice.

Nyku lowers her head and replied with silence. She felt guilty that they were forcing Bahm to marry off, but mother always knew best and she's sure once Bahm cools down in a few days, he will understand more throughout the week.

The castle needed more guards to handle Bahm on a daily and if it meant combining the vampire palace with their castle, then they should do it! The vampires are the next one in line that carries the same strength, speed and almost hearing as Bahm.

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Bahm found himself forcefully shifting into his Demon-Wolf form when he teleported himself outside of the castle walls.

He could sense that Cyn was coming back to their castle and he didn't even want to smell her scent right now.

The spell she casted on him with help of the witches in her palace, was already activating. He couldn't stop the shift that was happening.

He raced to the right side of the castle premises, zooming into the forest to take his anger out on lurking animals and even the humongous trees that stood tall in the dark forest.

He sprinted as fast as he could, and as deep as he could, demolishing everything in his sight.

Tree bark, giant boulders, mountain lions and even elks.

His large, canine body was no match for any of the animals in these forest. His size was that of a giant, but lean polar bear.

His black silky fur became coated with branches and leaves as he clawed viciously on a trees trunk. He ran deeper into the woods and towards the same human village he picked up that she-wolf.

He roared and growled into the air. Walking in circles and recalling the conversation his mom and assistance Nyku had with him. He wasn't even sure why he started coming out to these side of the woods to take his anger out, but it always calmed him.

Sniff Sniif

Bahm's nose twitches and he brings the clawing of the new tree trunk to a hault.

His snout catches a hint of coconut and mangoes. It smells too sweet to be lingering in these parts of the woods.

The smell was very far away, but it still caught his attention and made his mouth water.

He decided to follow the scent that caught his attention.

Running through the dark and dense forest with his demon speed, he arrived a few feet away from the mouth watering smell.

He stopped between a berry bush and crouched down behind it. What his eyes captured was pure innocence.

A small sized, honey colored wolf, with a few white circular patterns running along her backside.

She was rolling around in the grass while laying on her back, purring.

She was nothing like the powerful beasts of his realm. She should have been beneath his notice.

Yet, her scent held him captive. It spoke of magic, of sweetness, of a purity that called to the ancient, buried part of him that knew nothing of thrones or treaties.

Intoxicated.

The Demon-Wolf King, betrothed to a vampire, bound by a spell, stood hidden in the shadows, all his plans for rebellion forgotten. For in this forgotten corner of the woods, he had found the only thing his kingdom truly needed.

His mate.