Samael was all done with his work today, he checked on the grills at the prison where his father had locked in the criminals. He never once have crossed the grills in the past eighteen years and there were strict orders from his father not to. Though agony cries were heard from time to time, Samael never dared to disobey his father. The cries were just ways how the sinners are paying off for their sins, which is what he was taught.

Making sure everything was in place, he took his time to make the property go invisible. There won't be any visible house when looked from the outside but then it was so much more on this side.

"Please, help" a cry erupts and reaches his ears halting his steps. He knew this voice, he heard it a lot of times before. And it was coming from one of the rooms and not the prisons. He turns towards the sound and nears the room. He stops right in front of the door, his hand settled on the knob. He looks for any sign of his father and when none found, he unlocks the door.

"Please" another plead gets heard right when Samael's eyes fall on the weeping woman. Cora had her face buried in the pillow in the darkroom. She perks up hearing the sound of the knob.

Samael stays at the entrance and just stare in the blank, not paying attention or detail to the woman who had tears filled in her eyes. He bows his head in respect, turns on his heels, and wraps his fingers around the knob to shut the door back and leave the room.

"Wait" the woman calls which causes the man to stop. He turns back and holds his head down, staring at his torn shoes. Cora lifts her weak body from the bed and manages to walk to the boy standing afar.

She lifts her hand, her fingers twitching as they proceed to touch the man standing before her. Or was it the young toddler that slept cooingly in her arms way back then? Her fingers halt when her eyes land on those shimmery black ones, which were half-lidded as they stared down.

He indeed was the child that was taken away from her.

"Sa- I-" she was confused about what to call him. "Samael" was not a name a mother would like to ever call her son. How could a woman in the right mind who has lost all her happiness just to find justice for her lost son could call him the king of Hell?

Call him a Satan?

"It's Samael, ma'am" the three words brought a huge crack to Cora's heart. There wasn't any hesitation in the boy's words. Does he not care about the name?

Or do the oblivious boy didn't know? Why would Christian name a young boy as such?

Her actions stopped midway before her fingertips could meet the hollow skin. Samael takes two steps back to avoid the contact. "Please rest" he bows and walks away from the room without any word.

Cora wrenched as she looked at the broad back of the boy, the back of the boy who is her son. And the back of the boy who just rejected her mere touch.

She fell on the floor, cursing herself as a habit now for ever trusting Christian. She looked at her hands, which only showed the lines of misery and chasm. What did she gain? The feelings of being...

Hollow, empty, broken?

That was it. She lost the best she had trying to achieve which was already gone. She ruined many lives from taking away the right to a mother's love from Brianna and Blake to trashing the life of the man completely she loved the most.

It was all her.

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Samael walked straight to his room and shut the door behind him. The picture of the woman who wanted to touch him lingered in front of his eyes. The energy around her felt so overwhelming that he couldn't afford to stand there for any more second.

Of course, Samael knew that the woman was his birth mother. He has always seen her from far. He never dared to step before her in all these years. Father was enough for him.

Christian never showed his weapon to anyone, let alone to Cora. Nevertheless, he did not hide the fact of the woman being his mother from Samael. It's just that, the fact came with many more false facts.

Like the ones how his family including his mother abounded him at first and then came looking for him, just to use him.

Then again, the boy was oblivious. He never knew who was the ace of the game. And how he was getting used by the ace just like a pawn.

[A/N: I am aware of the fact that I used chess and poker in one paragraph. So let me be]

Another day when you come back to the room with a sad face.

A voice whispered.

"Shut up"

You know I am here, right?

"I need no one"

It has been few months since the boy started hearing things in his mind. The voice kept telling him to trust him and depend on him but Samael cared less. As said he needed no one.

He kept rejecting the voice that was just there was for his help. He also didn't like the "whosoever" in his mind because he started dirtying his brain with all false thoughts about Christian.

About his father, about his god.

Sam, I know you don't want to hear about it, but-

"It's Samael and I will not hear you"

Do you even know what that name means? It means that you are a -

"Satan"

You knew?

"........"

But you are not a Satan, Sam.

"I am"

No! You are just in the wrong place with the wrong people.

"I am"

Sam...

"I am a Satan because every beautiful thing turns into ashes with my mere touch. I am a Satan because I can't love, I can't even hate. I can only obey"

The heavy words were enough to shut the voice up. Samael knew that there won't be any more of this interaction, hence he curls into his bed, which made a crunching sound with every turn.

Life is tiring.

[A/N: My exact thoughts when I wrote this]

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The hands of the older alpha were cuffed and we're tied to the window railing of the study. He squirmed to free himself while his eyes wouldn't stop glowing.

On the other hand, Blake has been torturously undressed his buttons one by one. Easton yanked against the railing but the lust-driven wolf was weak to the satisfaction that his mate was giving right now. Just a graze of his mate's member pressed against him was enough to give him eye-rolling pleasure.

"Uncuff me, Blake" Easton grits through his teeth.

"No" the alpha replies immediately. Easton growled irritatingly, feeling frustrated by this slow torture. He stared with a face of defeat at mate. Blake now was done unbuttoning his shirt and removing it completely showing his toned athletic body.

His body was sporty with perfect muscles but no extra abs like his older mate had. The grinding of their cocks didn't stop for a second. That only brought non-stop delight to the couple.

Blake slides his hand over Easton's naked chest which was feasting his eyes for a while now. The older alpha shivered beneath his mate's touch, the electricity flowing through their bodies. "Fuck-" Easton cursed.

Blake stops mapping everything that came his way until he reaches the grey waistband. He lingers his fingers through the band, teasing his way in and out. And he chuckles when Easton glares his way.

Blake bends down gliding his finger on the manly and sharp face of the other alpha. Easton growls and runs to bite his finger when it reaches the edge of his lips. "No, naughty boy" the alpha giggled.

Blake was surprisingly cool for alpha in heat. And Easton on the other hand was going insane in lust. Though he was the one who didn't want to have any intimate thing today, it was fucking turn-on when his mate came on to him. And that was not going down anytime soon without any activity.

But, how was Blake so cool?

The only thing that could explain this was the pairing strategy of the Moon Goddess. She literally put two so different werewolves in mating, where both of them can easily balance out each other. Which entirely explained Blake's calmness.

But, this calmness was showing hell to the older alpha. Blake was very teasing and slow today that made the alpha want to scream out.

The younger alpha smiled and kissed the heated cheek of his mate and then the other. He wavered over the lips and stared in his mate's amber orbs with his blue ones. "Fucking, please, Blake" the alpha growled and the other alpha gave in.

He took the pair of lips in without any hesitation and went right in for the tongue. The older alpha desperately kissed the man back as he sucked dominantly on his tongue. Blake trembled vigorously as he let the man do what he wants. Because it felt too good to stop.

Blake kissed the man with all his will while his hands traveled back down to the briefs of the older alpha. He pressed a hand against the fully erect member and massaged it. Easton moaned into the kiss, as the euphoria was too much to explain.

Pulling away from the kiss, Blake instead kissed his mate's neck. Easton's eyes rolled back with a mere touch of his mate's lips. He moved to the side giving Blake more area to play. He licked on the mark, making the alpha growl possessively. "This is mine though" he joked.

The younger alpha smiled and kissed to his heart content leaving bite marks all through. He got on both his knees and widespread Easton's legs.

He reaches for the hard member and finally pulls the briefs now, making the member stand proudly. "This was inside me last time?" he questions amused and shivered remembering the moment when he lost every connection to the outside world.

Easton smirked with tinted cheeks at the praise. Blake licked his lips before looking straight into his man's eyes and then licking the cock instead. "Holy fuck-" Easton threw his head backward as jerked on the cuffs.

Blake smiled to himself, before going for another lick and then taking it in his warm mouth. He calmed his gag reflex, and took it deeply, enough for the head to touch the backside of his throat. "OH, MY GODDESS!" Blake smiled once the cock was out again. The words reminded him of their mating night. Just from a different person.

He pulled away from the delicious member and went for the lips instantly. The mates shared the salty flavor that was stuck to Blake's tongue. Easton was too busy kissing his mate back to grasp his head around the fact that he was swallowing his own thing. Which might bring him a lot of memories tomorrow.

Blake straddled his mate again but only after getting completely naked. He removed his jeans and then his boxers, throwing them down on the floor. He grinds his ass on the hard and thick member and moans with just the little touch.

Easton observes the way his mate was grinding against him. It gave him a lot of ideas. Blake took a hold of his mate's cock and angled it towards his rear. He stroked the head against his entrance which tortured the older alpha. Blake continued drowning both of them in a deep sea of pleasure but still not giving what both of them wanted so badly. However, Easton was not buying any of this. His patience level was ticking with time.

And it broke. He lost his mind and wanted to devour the meal that refused to be fed properly. He snatched at the railing for one last time, breaking the chain of the cuffs.

He took a hold of Blake's lean waist and landed themselves on the floor. Blake smirked at the strength his strong mate gathered. It was very impressive. Easton kissed his mate in desperate need. Blake wrapped his arms around his mate's neck and then legs around the waist.

Easton hands explored the younger ones' entire body, stopping at the entrance where he wanted to plunge in. He rounded the rear, finding it wet, he slipped in a finger that went without a hiss but a moan instead.

Blake pulled his mate closer and moved to his ear, biting on it. "Blake" Easton trembled. Blake chuckled delivering the next words.

"I have done what required to be done. So put it in" he kissed the shell. Easton's nose flared as the words drove him crazy. Blake prepared himself for this gave him a visual picture which was the sexiest thing in the entire world but less than the live-action before him.

Easton got back on both of his knees and lined his member against the man's entrance. He breathed in and breathed out reminding himself not to hurt his mate in any way. He then slowly pushed inside passing the circle and then more in.

Blake squirmed on the floor at the overwhelming pleasure. "Fuck fuck fuck" he chanted as the cock slowly pulled back and slammed right in. His whole body trembled as goosebumps rose through.

This felt like nothing else. It was amazingly soft yet hornily rough at the same time. Easton made sure to attain satisfaction without compromising safety. He thrusting in and out maintaining a rhythm that matched their mingled heartbeats.

He bends down looking closing at the confident face that was losing its composure little by little. It was too hot to watch up close. He kisses the disheveled alpha plugging in his member mercilessly.

His fingers linger on the red nipples of his mate that were still a bit puffy from last night's activity. He runs his tongue over the other bud, not letting his hips halt even for a second.

Blake's waist started pushing back on the cock, meeting his mate's jabs halfway and hitting more deeper. "OH MY GODDESS!!" he screamed when the head of the cock grazed against the swollen area inside Blake. "Easton, there" he pleaded.

And Easton obeyed.

The older alpha grasped Blake's members and started pumping it in his hands, the cock was very erect and have been neglected so far. Easton then makes sure to rub the head on the member making Blake's eyes water.

It was just too much.

Easton made sure to push against the prostate and play a different trick with the cock at the same time. "Please please please" Blake begged.

"Fucking speed up" he screamed through the mind-link. Easton did as said, devouring the meal like he wanted to. The jabs didn't stop, neither did the pumps.

The older alpha made sure to keep the pace matched. Blake's cock pulsed under Easton's touch signaling that he could give in anytime now. Easton too went for long and deep digs nearing him to climax.

"EASTON!!!!!" Blake screamed loud enough to wake the entire pack up as he came into his mate's hands.

"FUCK!" Easton groaned emptying himself inside his mate's warm channel. "Fuck" he buried his head in the crook of his mate's neck. He kissed on the mating mark, making Blake shiver more during his aftershocks.

"That was something," Blake says pushing his wet hair back. Easton removes his head from the neck and looked hungrily towards his mate.

"We are not done yet" he rasps.

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