Fallen for the King

I will tell you about the story of how my life was turned upside down. How fate decided to toy with me and treat me like a ragdoll, tossing me upside down, and taking me to my breaking point over and over again.

This is not a book for the faint-hearted. There will be tragic sadness, loss of a mate, gruesome demon slaughtering, and the struggle and realization of a vain reality, of what we presumed our life to be. This book will be deep, dark, and sensually erotic.

I'm the werewolf who lost his mate.

I'm the werewolf who will struggle for life.

I'm the werewolf who will fight for love.

Because after all that happened, I still believe that love conquers all, that I deserve a happy ending, and that I will fucking get it, even if I have to die trying.

Nothing matters. Nothing is worth living for if you don't believe in your own stupid luck.

This is why I decided to tell my side of the story. This is why I believe everyone deserves a second chance at happiness.

Because it happened to me.

And it happened to my King.

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I will take you to where it all ended—the day I lost my first love, my mate, my Alpha.

It started as another ordinary weekend. Donnie and I would cuddle up in bed and fuck the day away.

"Don, you're still the Alpha, our pack needs you. And you need to shower and…oh goddamn…fuck…fuck…" I moaned and cursed again when he started kissing my back and trailing his hand to my lower abs. He tugged my body roughly to his chest, making my wolf growl as I felt his hardness on my back.

"I'm the Alpha. They will wait for me. I want you. I want you to please me like your fucking Alpha. Do…not…tell…me….what to do." He said his words, as he ground his length to my lower back. I was moaning to his demand, and I was hard. He was kissing and licking the back of my neck, his hand slithered to my front, and finally stroked my dick.

"Don…oh…God…oh…fuck…" My hands were trying to reach for him. I needed to feel him as my toes curled from the excitement of what was to come.

"Stay still, my lovely wolf, I need you…to be still…and just moan my name."

I groaned but did as he told me to do. He flipped me to my front and took my wrists roughly above my head, making my wolf purr to his roughness. My dick was hard against the cool sheets and twitched as the friction was making me even harder.

My Alpha was savoring my back, his hands caressing my body lazily until his legs roughly spread my knees, and pulled my waist aligned to his pelvis.

"You are mine…" His words were harsh against my ear, making me instantly high on lust. He was preparing me as his hand pulled my body up to his chest, and his other hand was stroking me to my liking.

"I'm yours," I moaned to him as he entered me, and we fucked over and over again until he gave me permission to climax, and I was finally sated in his arms.

"I love you Rain…always…" he breathed out, while his arms were still holding me possessively.

"I love you to Don…I'm not going anywhere."

"I know…cause you're mine."

Little did I know that this would be our last time making love. That his loving touches were the last ones that I would feel.

Because all hell broke loose later that afternoon, literally.

"Don?! Donnie! Grant! Grey! Damn it! Where the fuck is—" My words were halted when his beta and trustee pack warriors howled above his wolf. Blood stained his glorious brown fur, and his abdomen was blackened as it was wet from his blood. I could see his insides as his stomach was ripped open.

My mind was blank when I kneeled by his side. I couldn't hear anything. Then it hit me…I never said goodbye to him. This was not the way it was supposed to happen.

His wolf slowly turned into his human form, and I could see his handsome face as he was struggling for life.

"Don, please…you don't have to…"

He was changing back for me. He was taking the last of his strength to convey his message for me. He could easily say it with his mind, but he was never known to do things the easy way. He was the Alpha; he was my Alpha.

"Rain, my love." His voice could barely be heard when I took his hand and kissed it.

"I love you, Don, please," I roughly wiped my tears, trying to be brave for him. But I knew, I knew deep down that I'd lost him.

"I don't like seeing you shed tears. You're a strong man, and you're a strong wolf. Live…your life for me…I…love…you…always…"

I took his body and cradled him in my arms. He let out his last breath as I bent down and kissed his lips for the last time. His pack let out the saddest howl, which was heard throughout the vast mountainous region.

It was the day we lost our Alpha. It was the day I lost my Alpha, my mate, my one true love.

Since that day his Beta, Grant, has been taking over the pack. He made sure that I was left alone to mourn for my loss.

I didn't leave our room for days. I was lethargic. I was holding onto his pillow, which had his scent from that last forsaken day he made love to me.

Grant would deliver my meals to our room and wait for me, making sure I ate and kept my strength.

"Don wanted you to live. Those were his last words. And I'm making sure you do exactly that. I'm honoring his wishes," Grant said sternly as he watched me finish my meal. I was struggling to finish it, but I nodded to him.

I love him.

I will do this for him.

Even if it kills me on the inside.

I will honor his wishes.

It was one week later when I could finally function. Grant had been communicating everything with me, he was the next Alpha, and he has filled the role perfectly. The pack has the same respect towards Grant, as they did for Don.

Don…

"Hey…Rain, look you've made it through the week. He would be very proud of you. Come let me get you updated with our findings. I know you wanted to know about this earlier, but I think you're definitely ready now."

Grant let me into Don's working quarters, which was his now. My heart still breaks when I saw a bit of a piece of our memories in that place.

"Grant, I can't…not here please, still too much for me." I walked out of his quarters and into the common room. The place was empty, and I was glad for it. Then I heard Grant cursed behind me.

"Shit! I'm sorry Rain, I shouldn't…okay, let's just do it here. Let me get…"

"I'm moving out of the packhouse, I need my solitary." I blurted out my words.

"But I want to know, about what had exactly happened to Don before I leave. I think…I think I need to close this chapter of my life."

Grant looked taken back from my announcement, but he just nodded.

When losing a mate, every werewolf deals with it differently. And we never question, we never even dare to convince one's decision on how they're going to live the rest of their mate-less life.

As for me…being a young werewolf who had only spent three years of my life with my mate, the loss definitely cut me deep and I have a long way to go. The future was looking very gloomy already for me without my mate.

"We will respect your decision and will help you with anything you need. In the meantime, here's the report, do you want to read it in your privacy first? or do you want me to go through the report with you right now?"

I was caressing the title of the report. His name, my mate…he was nothing but a name on a piece of paper now. My heart breaks for him, I didn't understand how it could keep on breaking for him. I haven't felt my wolf since the day we buried him. I finally took a deep breath and told Grant that I'd take the report to my room.

"I will find you if I have any questions. But I'll be going back to my old place maybe in three more days. Depends on how fast I can box our memories…"

That was the last straw, I finally break down and sobbed to his memories. Grant came to me and held me in his arms, he has always been like a big brother and has always been very protective of me.

"I will avenge his death with you, just tell me when you want it to be done. You're a good man Rain, I know you're very special to him as he is to you. Read the report, it's doable. I'll gather the pack for you, they will make it happen. They love their Alpha; they will die for him."

"You are their Alpha now; you must lead the pack just as Don would've wanted you to. I will look into the report, and I'll contact you when the time comes."

Grant hold me awhile longer, then finally let me go when he was convinced that I was better. I retreated to our room, now my room. I sighed seeing the boxes of his clothes that I've been packing away…my tears fall freely, and I finally slumped back to our bed, now my fucking bed.

I didn't know how other people, other werewolves survive this feeling because it ripped my heart every fucking time. It shredded me to pieces, the hurt never seemed to go away, it just cuts deeper every time. I didn't know how much longer I could stand it.

That afternoon I decided to go back to my old place and took the files with me. I just need to get away for a while. I called Grant before I leave and checked in with him after I arrived at my place. It was my sanctuary; I was always at peace whenever I was there.

I was feeling better, my hands touch my book, my ingredients, my herbs, my powders, and lastly my witch journal. It was dusty, but I felt better. I inhale the familiar woodsy scent, and I was feeling my other witch half.

I took off my satchel and make myself a cup of coffee, then sit myself down and started reading the report. My eyes continue to scan the files and turn the pages, and then another, and another and I finally let out a curse. I quickly got up and get one of my ancestral witch books. The Demonology History and flipped through the pages quickly. I know I've read about them before.

Then I found it—The Demon Crawlers—not the highest level rank of a demon. They don't have the power to cross between realms, not unless they were summoned. I was taking my notes on the files. Grant's report was definitely not complete, since he didn't have the knowledge of the underworld. But what he did come up with, was the suspected group of people who summoned them.

But then it would get more complicated, than what he stated in his report. Because in order to avenge Don's death, things needed to be done correctly. The said group of accused people might defy our accusation, the demon crawlers must be found. They must be questioned in a way, and they must confirm our accusations. Then at that moment, we would avenge his death.

My blood rushed instantly, knowing that I have the knowledge to summon the demon. I had the power to prove the guilty party who is truly at fault. And even the month timing was right for the summoning of the crawler’s demon. It needed to be done soon, or we need to wait it out until next year.

I quickly gathered all the necessary ingredients and prepare the red candles. The summoning circle was drawn, the offering was placed, the copper seal was prepared. Then moments later I was chanting the old language and started my ritual.

My mind was thinking that I would call Grant later after I have successfully summoned the demon. It had been a while since I practice my witchcraft, and I didn't want to bother him should it fail.

But then I knew I had done it when the air suddenly changed. It got dense in an instant, the heat was suddenly unbearable, I was breathing heavily. Then it appeared before me, the tall figure which hunched low on the ground while its sharp claws try to reach me.

My heart beats faster, my blood boiled knowing that was exactly how my mate died by the demon. It would get me if I hadn't put a protection spell around me, but then it did get me when I provoke him with a series of questions.

I abruptly break the connection, and he quickly vanished. My thigh was badly sliced, I let out a loud growl and dispersed the circle then laid back in pain.

Fuck! I can't do this alone.

And at the exact moment, my wolf appeared. He was comforting me and was silently making a connection with Grant.

I could feel Grant's anger, but then darkness came to me as my energy was drained and blood was sipping out from my wound.

I'm sorry Don.

I will try again.

I will avenge your death.