KING RYKERR AND AYLA The scent of cedar and pine filled Ayla’s nose. It smelled so good. Her wolf, Maya, purred happily inside her. Suddenly, the room filled with gasps. “Ryk... you’re my mate?” Ayla asked, her eyes wide in shock. She couldn’t believe it. The Moon Goddess had finally blessed them and had tied them together through the sacred mate bond. King Rykerr looked at her with tears in his eyes. “I don’t deserve a second chance,” he said quietly. “You’re too pure... too kind. Someone like me doesn’t deserve someone like you. But still... I’ve been given this blessing.” He looked happy, but there was sadness in his voice. He had lived many years thinking he would never find love again. But now, the Moon Goddess had proved him wrong. Then Ayla’s scent hit him, a soft mix of citrus and hazelnut. It drove him wild. It was sweet and warm, and it pulled him toward her like magic. He still couldn’t believe it. How could he find his mate like this, in such a moment and place?
KING RYKERR AND AYLA King Rykerr and Ayla were now very close. Their bond had grown strong. No one could come between them. Slowly, Ayla made some changes in the palace. She replaced the kitchen workers. She also changed some maids and servants. She wanted to protect the king. She didn’t want anyone around him who could harm him. The palace was now well-organized. Before, it was too easy for people to enter, even the king’s private area. But now, things are different. No one could enter the palace or the king’s wing without permission. Only people with permission could come in now. The king followed a proper routine. He went to court meetings on time. He handled work in his office and always returned to Ayla at the right hour. This new way of life felt strange to many people. They were not used to seeing their Alpha King act like this. It was all new to them. ******** “Tell me what you want, Ayla. Anything you say, I’ll do it. I promise, my love. My Queen,” the king said softl
KING RYKERR AND AYLA The morning sun slowly rose above the mountains, and it gently slipped through the windows of the King's royal chamber, resting on the large bed where King Rykerr and Ayla lay. The King was already awake. He had been lying beside her for a while, but he hadn't moved. He just stared. His eyes locked on Ayla's peaceful face. She was still sleeping, curled gently on her side, her golden hair spread across the pillows like strands of sunlight. Her breathing was soft and steady. Her skin glowed. He had always known she was beautiful, but watching her so close, he realized something else. She was breathtaking. He slowly lifted himself onto one elbow, being careful not to wake her. His heart was beating slowly but heavily. He didn’t want to look away from her face. Her long lashes rested on her cheeks. Her lips were slightly parted, soft and pink. He had kissed those lips. He had heard her moan his name. And now… now he couldn’t believe how deeply she was inside h
ELDER ZHOU AND LYRA It was still early in the morning. Very early. The sky was still dark. The sun had not risen yet, and the whole house was quiet. Elder Zhou sat alone in the sitting room. He was in a corner, arms crossed tightly across his chest. His face was angry, his eyes sharp and burning. He was fuming inside, waiting. His heart was heavy with disappointment. Then, the front door creaked open softly. He didn’t move. He didn’t need to turn his head to know who it was. The scent was familiar. He knew it well. It was his daughter, Lyra. She thought everyone was asleep. She crept into the house slowly, quietly tiptoeing up the stairs. But before she could take her second step, all the lanterns in the room suddenly lit up with a flick. She froze. Her heart stopped. “Where are you coming from, Lyra?” Elder Zhou asked coldly. His voice echoed through the room. He didn’t even look at her. He just sat there, still as a stone, his voice sharp as a blade. Lyra turned around slowl
KING RYKERR & AYLA The King moved slowly, positioning himself right at her center. He leaned on one elbow while his other hand stroked his hard, thick length. The tip of him was already red and dripping. Gently, he rubbed it along her wet, slippery entrance. He was careful, teasing her softly. Each time he touched her there, her body arched up, silently begging him for more. Ayla was losing control. Her body wanted him badly. She needed him inside her. Now. But King Rykerr was taking his time. He knew exactly what he was doing. He wasn’t just teasing her for fun, he knew he was too big for her. He didn’t want to hurt her, so he kept rubbing himself along her soaked folds, gathering more of her wetness to make it easier when the time finally came. “Please… I need you. Please,” Ayla begged, tears in her eyes. Her voice was desperate, trembling. He let out a soft chuckle. His eyes, full of hunger, still held a softness only for her. “Relax, my dear,” he whispered in a deep voice,
KING RYKERR AND AYLA The tension in the room became thick. Ayla stood there, her hands nervously tangling with the hem of her robe. Her eyes met King Rykerr's, and she saw something new in his eyes, not just hunger, but tenderness, he is restraining himself from hurting her. He took a step toward her. And another step further. "Ayla," he said softly, almost like a whisper, "let me love you the way you deserve. Tonight, I want to worship every inch of you. Not because you are mine, but because I am yours." She moaned out without thinking. His words did something unexpected to her body. His hand reached up and gently touched her cheek. His touch was warm, but gentle. He felt her lean into his palm, and he smiled to himself. In his mind, he was still trying to understand how she had done so much to him. He had been with women, yes. Plenty. But never had he taken his time to touch. Never had he whispered soft words and never had he... undressed a woman with care. "This is n