The lost mate

Chapter 80: Untold stories

"Undress and lie down on the bed, face down," Damien instructed.

Anne took off her clothes and lay down on the bed, her body tense and anxious. Damien started by rubbing her shoulders, and the tension slowly began to melt away. His hands were strong yet gentle, and he knew exactly where to apply pressure.

"Relax, Anne. Let go of all your worries," Damien whispered in her ear.

Anne took a deep breath and let herself sink into the table. Damien’s hands moved down to her lower back, kneading the muscles gently. She could feel herself getting more and more relaxed with each passing moment.

"Good girl," Damien murmured, his voice soothing.

Anne felt a shiver run down her spine as Damien’s hands moved lower, tracing the curve of her ass. He lingered there for a moment before moving on to her legs. He massaged each leg thoroughly, working out the knots and tension.

"Turn over," Damien instructed.

Anne did as she was told, and Damien’s eyes widened as he saw her naked body. She was a beautiful woman with curves in all the right places. And she was all his.

"You’re beautiful, Anne," Damien said, his voice husky.

Anne blushed at the compliment, feeling a warmth spread through her body. Damien’s hands moved up to her breasts, cupping them gently. He teased her nipples, making her gasp with pleasure.

"Damien," Anne moaned, her body arching towards him.

Damien took the hint and leant down, taking one of her nipples into his mouth. He sucked and bit gently, making Anne’s body tremble with pleasure. His other hand moved down to her pussy, and he started to rub her clitoral area gently.

"Oh, fuck," Anne cried out, her body writhing in pleasure.

Damien continued to suck and bite her nipples while fingering her pussycat. He could feel her getting closer and closer to orgasm.

"Come for me, Anne," Damien commanded.

Anne obeyed, her body shaking as she came hard. Damien didn’t stop; he kept fingering her pussycat, making her come again and again.

"Fuck, Damien," Anne moaned, her body spent.

Damien pulled his fingers out of her pussycat and licked them clean. He then stood up and took off his clothes, revealing his muscular body. Anne’s eyes widened as she saw his hard cock; she couldn’t wait to feel him inside her.

Damien climbed onto her, positioning himself between Anne’s legs. He rubbed the head of his cock against her pussycat, teasing her.

"Please, Damien," Anne begged.

Damien couldn’t resist any longer and thrust his cock inside her. Anne cried out in pleasure as he filled her up. He started to fuck her hard and fast, making her moan and scream with pleasure. His lips caught hers in a passionate kiss as they moved together in perfect rhythm. Anne’s hands roamed over Damien’s sculpted body, pulling him closer.

"You feel so good, Anne," Damien groaned.

Anne wrapped her legs around Damien’s waist, pulling him deeper inside her. She could feel another orgasm building inside her.

"I’m close, Damien," Anne moaned.

Damien picked up the pace, fucking her harder and faster. Anne’s body shook as she came, her pussycat clenching around Damien’s cock.

"Fuck, Anne," Damien cried out, his body shaking as he came inside her.

Damien collapsed onto Anne, both of them panting and trying to catch their breath. They lay there for a few moments, enjoying the afterglow of their intense lovemaking.

"Hmmm, you know what? You can massage me every day." Anne laughed.

Damien chuckled, "Anything for you, my love." He said while brushing away her hair from her forehead.

Anne pulled him into her arms as Damien rested his head on her breasts. Anne lay on the bed, her body relaxed against the pillows, but her mind was far from resting. She had so many questions, and it felt like the right time to ask them.

"Tell me something about your family," Anne said, her voice gentle but curious.

Damien shifted, his blue eyes meeting hers, a faint smirk playing on his lips. "My family, huh? You mean the most famous family in the werewolf realm? What’s there to tell?" His tone was teasing, but Anne knew the Montefort name carried a legacy.

"I want to know everything," Anne pressed, her eyes searching his. "Start with your parents. How did they meet? What was your childhood like? Tell me... all of it."

Damien exhaled deeply, rolling onto his side to face her fully. He ran a hand through his dark hair, his expression shifting from playful to serious.

"Alright. My parents... Richard and Liana. The Alpha King and Queen." He paused, as if weighing his words. "Their story is... complicated."

Anne raised an eyebrow. "Complicated how?"

"My mother wasn’t my dad’s fated mate," Damien admitted. "But she was chosen by the council to be his Luna. She came from a powerful bloodline, and they believed that their union would strengthen the pack—politically and militarily. Dad had no choice. He accepted, and over time, they grew to love each other."

Anne listened closely, absorbing each word. "So they were not ture mates ?"

Damien shook his head. "But they got along well, except for a small hiccup. They couldn’t conceive a baby for years. The council forgot a minor detail. It’s very difficult for the chosen mate to conceive with other wolves. It’s not impossible but difficult."

Anne tilted her head up slightly; her curiosity piqued. "What did they do?"

"They left the pack," Damien replied, his voice low and calm. "For two years. They travelled, looking for answers, hoping to find a cure. My father believed that a solution had to exist somewhere, and my mother—well, she wasn’t one to give up easily."

"At first, they went from healer to healer, moving between packs. Then, someone suggested they go further north—deep into the wilderness. So they went to Alaska and stayed there for nearly two years."

Anne shifted slightly, the surprise clear on her face. "Wait... Alaska?"

"Yeah," Damien nodded, a small smile tugging at his lips as he glanced at her. "I was born in Alaska."