n_raven1の小説

HunterI’ve known Dan, who is our Beta, practically my whole life, ever since we were crawling around on the floor together. With his dad serving as the previous Beta and our moms joined at the hip, their house was just a few steps from our pack-house, went to the same school and competed side-by-side every morning in training sessions. We saw way more of each other than we ever did of our live-in maids. Back then, by the time we hit fourteen, we both begged our parents to let him move into the pack-house permanently, just so we could spend even more time together. Big mistake. Because now that we're twenty-five, I honestly can't get rid of his sorry ass for a straight two hours. At this point, meditation was the only thing keeping me from strangling him for all his constant bitching. Dan evolved into my shadow, my Beta, and my best friend all rolled into one, mostly because someone had to keep a clear head around here, seeing as how I was too busy letting my own dick take the

Selene "SELENE, DON’T GO!" Anna’s scream tore through the humid night air. The journey home should have been … simple, a return to the sanctuary of the home of my people, to the familiar comforts of the Wild Forest Pack, to my own bed. Instead, in the blink of an eye, the ride turned into a nightmare. It felt like a lifetime ago that I was teasing Anna about our gowns; now, those same silks were shredded, stained with the dirt of battle and the savage mark of rogue claws. My parents, Alpha Rowan standing outside the car frame fighting with worriers in his wolf form and mother, Luna Agatha, shielded me and Anna like cornered gods with her body inside the vehicle, but even they struggled against the tide as our guards fell one by one, overwhelmed by the rogues' persistent numbers. "Stay down, girls!" my father, Alpha Rowan, shouted as the metal of our lead car groaned under the impact of a heavy blow, he locked eyes with my mother, their gaze intense and silent. In that single loo

Alpha Rowan & Luna Agatha It was the kind of night that felt immortal, the air thick with the scent of roasted meat and celebration. Members were living it up, the sound of laughter clashing with the rhythmic thrum of music as people hit the dance floor. Over by the drinks, a few lucky souls were having their lives turned upside down as they locked eyes with their fated mates, the spark of recognition clear even from across the room. Meanwhile, Alpha Rowan adjusted his cufflinks, his gaze sweeping over the vibrant crowd with a rare, satisfied glint in his eyes. He leaned back against the stone railing, a glass of dark amber liquor in his hand. "Look at them, Agatha," Rowan murmured, his voice a low rumble of pride. "The Southern pack representatives are actually laughing with our scouts. I don’t think I’ve seen this much genuine cooperation in years." Luna Agatha stood beside him, her posture elegant and unyielding, a small, knowing smile playing on her lips “A victory, yes. But we

Meg In the silence of the master suite, Hunter Black stood with his back to the edge of the bed, his massive, scarred frame trembling with a tension that bordered on violent. I was on my knees before him, fully naked, my movements fluid and practiced. I had become an expert in the art of Hunter’s undoing, sensing exactly when to hold back and when to push. I started with slow, feather-gentle kisses on his cock, then licked it with a desperate intensity, like an ice cube on a hot summer day, that sent a sharp jolt of raw electricity down his spine. Hunter fisted my messy hair, yanking my head back until I was forced to look up into his burning gaze. His breath hitched as he watched me, I didn't look away from him, letting my fingers delve into my own slick heat. I moved with a slow, deliberate suction, curling my fingers against my sensitive core chasing a peak. "Look at your owner," he growled, his knuckles white as he pinned me. He surged forward, driving into my throat with a bru

Hunter Black, the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, was a wall of pure, curved muscle. Even slumped in the backseat of his SUV, he looked like a predator merely resting between kills. His broad shoulders stretched the fabric of his dark, tailored shirt, and his skin bore the faint, jagged reminders of a dozen border skirmishes. He owned the kind of effortless, heavy power that made other wolves instinctively lower their eyes when he entered a room. He shifted, eyes fluttering shut to block out his Beta’s drone. "Hunter, we're two hours late," Dan muttered, knuckles white as he gripped the wheel. "The Hais family will take this as an insult. We need this alliance, and I am certain you did not need those two extra hours 'consulting' with Meg before we left." Hunter did not look up, his massive frame radiating a smug, lingering heat. He simply crossed his arms behind his head and closed his eyes, savoring the memory of his encounter with Meg. "The Hais family values strength, Dan," Hunter

Selene As for me and my younger sister, Anna, we felt the weight of every eye in the room. Our skin, bronzed and glowing from hours of sunrise training sessions, stood out against the porcelain complexions of the other noblewomen. Our hair, the color of spun honey, caught the light of the crystal chandeliers as we glided across the polished floor. We were the princesses of the White Wolf, and while the room was filled with heirs hoping to catch our attention with lingering gazes and careful interest, we kept our eyes forward. It was common knowledge that a mark and bond from a she-white-wolf could significantly bolster a mate’s own strength, but the stakes were far higher when it came to a princess of the bloodline. To claim a princess was to inherit the ultimate power; status, prestige and ancestral authority that could transform a common Alpha into a king overnight. Every unmated male in the room felt the pull. I leaned closer to Anna, my voice, a mere whisper barely audible ove