Novels by Abhisneha Jones

Chapter 11 Damien The bumps of the cobbled streets smoothed out as the driveway up to the Iceclaw Packhouse wound up the hill that overlooked the village below. The tree lined lane cast shadows that danced as the leaves rustled in the light spring breeze. The cars slid under another stone arch as black and gold gates bearing the Iceclaw crest split open, and wolves bearing the same tattoos as the men in the coffee shop were posted on either side, saluting at our arrival. My suspicion was correct, they were guards. Thinking of the guards in the coffee shop, I found my thoughts drifting back to the way the skirt swished on her thighs, the Moon Goddess’ kiss bearing the Iceclaw mark between her muscular shoulder blades, her pale arms, the way her hair glistened as she moved, the way her lips parted as she turned to face the men, and those eyes. I felt a tightening between my legs and my pants began to bulge at the zipper. We pulled to a stop in front

Damien The drive to the Iceclaw Packhouse would take about an hour and a half after passing the border, and once we passed the border, I would no longer have cell service. The Southern packs were less integrated into the human world, and after passing the Southern barrier, they relied exclusively on mindlink. It always confused me how they could be so much closer to the human lands, but so far removed from them. My cars, three black Rolls Royce Droptails, were waiting for our delegation’s arrival. The chauffeurs, synchronously opened the doors, and Rolf and I stepped into the first car. My parents would follow, and other members of our pack’s council would be in the third car. Silverburn didn’t need to know about the detail that would follow, and I knew they would be able to move undetected. If everything went well, nobody would even have to know they were there at all. The cars moved effortlessly through the city streets and it gav

Damien “Beta Rolf,” Jenn smiled as she sashayed past, leaving the scent of our escapades trailing behind her. Rolf looked at me out of the side of his eye, smirking. “Jenn, always a pleasure.” And at that, she left, closing the door behind her. “Damien, you need to be careful with that one, she’s relentless.” “Oh, don’t I know it, but there is no need to worry, my friend. She’s fun for Sargon, but not a mate.” “She might not be a mate, but she can still bear a pup.” “I’ve had the healers see to that,” I reminded. “And what do you think your wife will think of the arrangement you have with the Leashed?” “It is not her concern. Ours is a pragmatic union that is bound by tradition. I saw to it that we could both seek mates outside of the m

Damien Jenn’s orange eyes looked up at me from under my desk as I leaned back in the plush brown leather chair placing my hands behind my head. A low growl formed in my chest as she ran her tongue along the underside of my hardening cock and wrapped her lips around the tip, licking off a little cum that was starting to seep through the tip. I groaned and she seductively grinned from between my legs. “You like that, Sir?” she purred. I reached down and grabbed her dark braided hair, pushing her mouth deeper as she hungrily lapped and sucked my member. Her breasts hung down, slapping my inner thighs as her head moved up and down. I gripped the collar around her neck and pushed her deep as I thrust up, filling her mouth while I moaned with my climax. With just the right amount of suction, she pulled me deeper while I finished and happily drank my cum down. I pulled her naked, slim body onto my lap, and wiped the corners of her mouth with my thumb

As I stepped into the center of the torchlined glade to stand by my father’s side, there was an audible gasp as the torchlight flickered and danced off the shimmery fabric of my lavender gown. The light bounced off the diamonds around my throat, casting fiery rainbows in whatever direction I turned. My father’s eyes were a mixture of shock and something else that I couldn’t place, but I had never felt more beautiful or more powerful in my life. I could hear the tittering of some of the Pack, words like daughter and tradition, but more than that, I could feel the reluctant approval of the wolves around me. My father outstretched his hand and spun me around before pulling him to his right side. It was a symbolic place, and the Pack knew it. A new gasp settled over the crowd, and now, there were whispers about more than just my wardrobe choice. My father had just clearly communicated his intention and decision to the pack. I looked out over the pack and gave my most

After helping my step-mother with the preparations for the New Moon Ceremony, I retreated back to my room for a few minutes of peace before I would be on display, engaged, and made Alpha-in-Waiting. This afternoon had been one humiliation after the next, and I felt like I had walked into a trap set by Vargur. But why? Aurelia asked, What does he have to gain by creating an Alpha’s enemy? I didn’t have an answer. I walked to my bed and touched the simple white dress on my bed. Pack tradition was that I wear a plain white dress with a pink ribbon around the waist to show my purity and innocence in preparation to become a wife. It looked frumpy and childish. I had often wrestled with the idea that my virginity was prized; it seemed so old-fashioned, especially since most of the other wolves had lost theirs on their first Mating Moons. Then, I looked to my window, to see dusk creeping at the edges of the light. What a day, I said the Aurelia, then I noticed something that had