روايات بقلم teehmahblack

EramonCorrick’s blood was still warm on my hand when he found his voice again.“Who the hell let you in here?” His scream cracked high and pathetic, nothing like the smug bastard who’d been holding a whip thirty seconds ago. He scrambled backward, clutching the stump of his wrist, staring at me like I was something that had crawled up out of the ground to ruin his night.Funny. That was actually close to accurate.“Do you have any idea what you just did? Do you know who I am? I’ll have your fucking head for this.”I didn’t bother answering. Men like Corrick only ever asked do you know who I am once they’d already figured out the answer wasn’t going to help them.“Guards!” He snapped his head toward the men lining the walls. “What are you standing there for?”Not one of them moved.He looked around at every frozen face refusing to meet his eyes, real panic finally cracking through the fury. He turned back to me because he had nothing else left to turn to.“You’ll hang for

Nyra“Alpha Corrick?”The name barely left my lips before my mother nodded. “Yes. Alpha Corrick of the Thornhart Pack.”I stared at her, waiting for some sign that this was a joke, that any of this was a joke, but found none. He was sixty years old, and he already had three wives, and somehow, in the space of one conversation, my parents had decided I would make a perfect addition to that collection.“You want me to marry a sixty-year-old man?” My voice came out incredulous, thin with disbelief.“He is a respected Alpha,” my father said, like that answered anything.“He has three wives already.”“That is not your concern,” my mother said.I looked between them, waiting for either of them to show even the faintest sign they understood how absurd this sounded, and found nothing there either. “Alpha Corrick is wealthy, powerful, and well respected within his territory,” she continued. “He has provided for every one of his wives.”“That doesn’t mean I want to be his fourth.”“You are no

His eyes opened slowly, bright silver-grey like the moon, catching what little moonlight filtered through the canopy above us.Tall frame. Hard build. Scars scattered all over his body, but the most obvious being the one just above his abdomen.For a moment, he scanned the area, searching for the Moon knows what before finally settling on me.Unable to move my body or register what was going on, I held his gaze, refusing to look anywhere else. Slowly, he started to move. Unsteady at first, closing the distance between us.I scrambled backward on my hands, my hurt leg dragging uselessly beneath me, until my spine hit the solid trunk of a tree and I had nowhere left to go.His broad shoulders. His chest. The hard lines of his stomach. The scars scattered across his skin, each one looking like it had a story of its own.He was... attractive.Annoyingly so.But as he came closer, my eyes betrayed me. Following hus eyes movement, from his head, chest, down to his shaft which i could help

NyraHis mouth found the curves in my neck, and every thought in my head shattered like sparks off the bonfire far outside.He’d taken me all the way to the old barn at the farthest edge of the Hensley farm, where the noise barely reached us, just the faintest thud of bass through the ground, our own breathing syncing and quickening, moonlight seeping through the gaps in the roof above us.Kyrell had me pressed back into the hay, his weight braced over mine, one hand splayed warm against my waist like he was trying to memorize the shape of me through my tube dress.“Tomorrow,” he murmured against my skin, “none of it’s going to matter anymore.”“Kyrell—”“I mean it.” He pulled back just far enough to look at me, gold firelight catching the side of his face, and his amber eyes were so sure that I let myself believe him completely. “Whatever they say tomorrow. Whatever rank they give you. It doesn’t change anything for me. You’re still going to be my mate. Nobody’s taki