A loud knock on the door woke him up in an agitated mood which instantly calmed down when he remembered last night. He smirked lustfully. Little wolf came to his bed and he finally fucked her in every way imaginable. Some ways were probably invented only last night. And he had marked her. So now she was his. But in a different way than when he had abducted her. Then she was his to do with as he pleased but now… now she was… his.

"Am I still your captive?" she had seductively asked him after the… well, he couldn't remember how many times it was they 'mated'. He guessed that was the right phrase to use since he had marked her and she was now his mate. And when it was your mate, it was a lot more than just 'fucking'.

"No" he smirked as he pulled her close, his claws marking soft trails on her shoulder "You are now… my captive for an indefinite amount of time. But you're definitely mine" he added in a low growl.

It didn't come out as threatening as he wanted it to though. It even made her snicker a little bit.

"What does that mean Victor? 'Mine'?"

"It just means you're mine" he stated determinedly.

And that was it. Victor Creed logic. He wasn't going to waste another minute discussing this. This was how it would be and she had to stop asking dumb-ass questions.

She smiled and turned around, his chest covering her back entirely, his talons moving in slow circles over her legs.

He slowly licked the place where he marked her and whispered; "What do you think you're doing?"

Her eyes fluttered "Sleeping? I'm shattered"

He chuckled and lifted one of her legs to find her entrance "Not yet little wolf" he teased her wet folds with the tip of his cock.

"Are you kidding me?! Victor, oh my God, I'm so sore, like… everywhere. I've lost count how many times we-" she blushed and stammered "And, I can't anymore"

"Mmmm" he groaned sarcastically "Poor little wolf, all roughed up and torn apart. Shouldn't smell so fucking ready for me then" he growled and pushed forward, straight into her tight core.

"I waited a whole fucking week for you" he groaned as he grabbed her hips and pushed into her "I've been real patient with you little wolf, real fucking patient"

It didn't take any convincing on his side. She started moving with him as soon as he'd entered her. She liked the soreness when he filled her, when he slammed into her and when his nails broke her skin.

He reminisced on how tight she was, how wet and mind numbingly tight. Best sex he ever had. Even though there was no rape or pleads for mercy involved. There was still blood and his mate aching underneath him, begging for more.

Anyway, that was last night and now she wasn't in his bed, which made him angry. She wasn't in the shower either. She had been up for a while since her scent was only vaguely present.

Another knock on the door.

He growled "Come in"

Mystique walked in. Another disappointed. He had hoped maybe it was his wolf. With breakfast or something. He scoffed at the idea. That high maintenance little bitch would never make him breakfast unless he ordered her to. Although last night may have changed about everything, not her stubborn and uptight character.

"What you want shape shifter?" he snapped.

"There's a situation downstairs… you won't be happy"

He growled and got out of bed to grab a pair of boxers and a shirt. Once he put them one, he pushed past Mystique "I was having some damn fine dreams shifter, so this better be fucking serious"

She didn't answer and smelled like she was on edge. Mystique was never on edge. She simply didn't care enough about stuff to experience those kinds of emotions. So this probably was fucking serious.

She told him the situation was in the lab and so that's where they went. He pushed through the doors and saw several of his workers gathered around the room. He narrowed his eyes on the two scientists who stood next to his brother.

"My brother awake yet?" Creed barked, angry that his little wolf wasn't in his bed when he woke up.

"We're waking him up right now sir" the scientist told him.

He turned to Mystique "Then why the fuck did you wake me shifter?"

"To see this" she answered as she gestured to her right.

Creed walked around her and moved several tables out of the way. The hint of blood guiding him towards the object Mystique wanted to show him.

It was the body of William Stryker. Dead on the floor. Surrounded by a pool of his own blood.

He scoffed slightly "She really did it" he almost whispered "She fucking killed him"

For some strange reason it made him smirk. A sick sense of pride made his cock twitch for her. He realized now: she didn't sleep with him because she had a debt to pay. She did not sleep with him because she wanted him to finish Stryker. But he had known that already. She'd enjoyed it way too much. She did it because she wanted to. Because she chose him.

He narrowed his eyes "Where is she?"

Mystique handed him a little piece of paper and swallowed carefully "This note was pinned on the body"

He unfolded the note and had to read it several time to grasp its content.

It's been fun. Thanks.
-X- Little Wolf

p.s. fix your security system, it's a joke.

That's why her scent was only vaguely present. She had done the absolute last thing he expected her to do. She had fucking left him. He never noticed the insane growling from his own throat. The ground under his feet disappeared. Everything seemed to go black. And he had never felt as murderous as he did right now.

He looked over at the body of William Stryker once more. The note still tightly in his hand, his knuckles turning white due to cut off blood. Several of his Brotherhood members were moving back slowly, making sure they were not around when hell would break loose.

And once it had broken lose, not a single chair or table was standing, no door was still in its frames and no scientist was alive. The lab was wrecked, glass shattered everywhere, scientist guts spilled over the floor and one Brotherhood member was standing in the corner, eyeing it all. Even Mystique had never seen her boss this furious. She was not a woman to be tangled with. But right now, she was completely frozen in her spot. Absolutely sure he would snap her neck for bringing him the news.

Later on, she would realize that the only thing saving her from a feral claw to the stomach, was the fact that another feral mutant started slowly waking up. Logan's eyes twitched, his breath hitched and he groaned softly. Victor's eyes instantly focused on his younger brother and he was next to him within a second.

He reached for his brothers shoulders to keep him steady "Jimmy"

Logan's eyes twitched once more and slowly opened up "Victor?"

"Brother" Victor gasped in disbelieve.

He stared at his little brother in disbelieve for several minutes. The brother he never thought he would have again. The asshole who left him in Lagos, Africa. The biggest pain in the ass you could imagine having around when growing up. The one person who had needed him more than anyone. The one person who understood about the troubles of feral mutations, feral instincts and mostly their drives and bloodlust. Jimmy could always sense what was going on. It was almost like they were in each other's head. Which was also a huge pain in the ass.

"Sir?" Mystique carefully came forward "Should I send out a patrol to find her?"

Victor tensed significantly "No" he growled "Let the bitch run. I don't need her"

It was then, the moment he spoke those words, that he realized she never marked him that night. He had marked her, he had chosen her. But she never marked him.

Logan painfully narrowed his eyes "Victor… what did you do?" he barely managed to ask, still groggy from his coma.

Victor groaned "I'll explain later. You're awake, 's all that matters"

AN: This is the end of Little Wolf, for now. Don't be hateful until after you've read my author's note explaining everything. Sweet dreams.