The King was not the easiest varg to please… and Nix had not been available to offer him her services for quite some time. Hardened ivories gnashed together, grinding perfectly against one another. Normally, the playboy would be the one WOOING, not the one searching for wenches of which he could pound into straight away. And yet, with the younglings growing ever the more quickly, and Nix’s first heat after pregnancy approaching on swift wings, Axel was becoming… rather, impatient. Very impatient, to be precise. Tall ebon pillars led the falcon towards the scent of coupling and vile things—they did not, though, seem to bother him. Outside of his territory, he was just another male who had a soul to keep watch over, a body to pleasure, and a mouth to feed. As of this very moment, the monarch was only interested in one thing. Take a wild guess. Whether it was male or female, he did not have any reason to care. The world twisted, then, and his pillars danced away from those disgusting things, and led him to where he was now. At the thawing lake that was the pride of Blossom Forest. Not a single soul around could grab his attention as of now… he was intrigued by only one. Perhaps she had been the siren whose scent had seduced his pistons to make their way here. Female, curvy, looking like a silver platter laid just out for him. Troubled, the fuhrer stopped himself from proceeding forward into her company. But what was it that caused him to hesitate? It was not Nix, surely. She knew his ways, and their deal that bound them was nothing more than a simple exchange of lyrics and a promise to stay in power. She was a plaything for his entertainment… and the gentleman side of Axe had not been seen in quite a long while. It was not the pups, he convinced himself of this—and he was sure that they had nothing to do with his adult themed endeavors. Mic and Kessler were of no interest to him. They did too much of everything, but they were there for the same purpose Nix was. Playthings and props to show that he was in charge. That he had the ability to sire offspring that would survive. That he had the balls to raise them and the glory to call them his own. Nevertheless, they were still props, and they always would be, for as long as they stayed in Cold Summers. Kessler would be removed from the pack soon… his bloodline would remain pure and thriving because of him… and sweet Mic—well that was a whole other thought to be considered.
Alas, the jewel that had caused the flirt to pause was still a virgin. Untouched… unclaimed. Pandora. A lass whom he had vivid dreams about. Emerald optics hardened slowly, and he took a step forward, making the first of his way towards whom he would come to know as Nightcore. Pandora was his crown jewel. He would most definitely breed with her… But for right now, the pharaoh was after a different prize. A fun time, this would be. He pulled up beside her and stopped, lowering his hinds to the ground and letting his voice soften a bit. The predator had cast his hook. Spring is nearing… can you feel it?
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