PICK YOUR POISON, IGNORE YOUR PURPOSE

Oh, his many escapades this past week, conquering another female, and in the process of wooing another. This one he'd take his time with, she seemed fun and more to his likings. If she made him happy enough, hell he'd might just slap a crown on her head and name her his Queen. But first he wanted to make her his. His nights were spent planning out how to find more women to pup, more men to join his army. It was a full moon tonight, and especially cold. He was growing bored of planning, and felt he needed some entertaining. He couldn't trespass into Irinas domain, not without her allowing him. He wasn't stupid.

His son and daughters who lived in his walls were already reaching adulthood, and he felt like his walls could use more children. He sat outside of his icy cave, basking in the light of the moon. Soraya he would plow in a heartbeat, she was beautiful and strong. But he needed to build up to that with her, find out how she worked. His only other female was an elderly woman, one he didn't feel was worth the effort. She was older than him, and to be respected - Plus she couldn't pup. What fun was that? His eyes wandered to the icy prison he had built for Larentia, a smirk crossed his lips.

That's right, he had to break her. She had grown too free, thinking she could outwit him and leave. He owned her, he had fought for her and won so she was either his w h o r e or his mate. He let her choose, she chose wrong at first but then chose right - And then she tried to f u c k i n g leave with two of his children. He wouldn't allow that to just go unpunished, she was going to be an example of what his reign was about. You fight for who you want, you win them, and you own them. He was fully healed, but was she? Her leg had been injured, and if that wasn't enough for her to be broken and incapable of fleeing he didn't know what else would be.

But he needed to mentally break her, the only interaction she would have again would be him and their children for a short time - Once they were old enough to play he'd bring them out of the cage and never see their mother again. Should he chose a mate, they'd be raised by her instead. He grinned at the cage as he neared it silently, hoping by now she was simply sleeping. He wondered if she was still impaled since the meeting or if she had somehow freed herself, causing more injury. He lowered an ice spike and leapt into the cage before closing it once again. "Hello, my little w h o r e." He grinned at her, standing over top of her. "Did you miss me?" He chuckled, his icy blue gaze running down the snowy white pelt that had entranced him once, but now he had no feelings for her. She was just a toy at this point to him.

"I can't say I missed you, not since you ripped my heart out. I was blinded by love for you once, but never again. You'll never be free again, and all of those threats I had made to you before? They'll all become your reality, you will produce pups after pups for me until you inevitably die, and you'll never get to watch them grow. You'll be mine for the rest of your days, but you will not know the comfort of having my heart again." He growled, looking to meet her eyes. "You seem to have gotten accustomed to living life again without me, and I need to break that from you." He loomed above her, his face only inches from hers.

Beartooth;