FAZER LOGINMikhailI tore the dress open, the sound of fabric rending making Clara whimper with excitement. Her underwear followed, and then she was naked before me. I slowly took her in, her huge breasts, her nipples already hard and her thighs slick with arousal. I licked my lips, nodding with approval."On your knees." I commanded.She dropped instantly, looking up at me with desperate hunger as I unbuckled my belt. My cock sprang free, already hard and heavy, and her eyes widened.The smirk on my face deepened as I saw her face flush red. "Open your mouth, and take it all.""Yes, sir." She breathed, parting her lips eagerly.I gripped the back of her head and shoved my cock deep into her throat in one brutal thrust. She gagged, tears springing to her eyes, but she didn't pull back. Instead she moaned around my length, her hands gripping my thighs for balance as I started fucking her face."That's it, choke on it," I growled, setting a punishing pace. "Is this what you wanted? My cock down
MikhailThe Blue Howl pack house looked exactly as I had left it weeks ago.Weeks of exile in the northern border camps, running patrols and killing rogues to work off the rage that still simmered in my blood. Weeks of Dimitri's punishment for my transgression. For trying to break down her door.My boots crunched on gravel as I approached the main entrance, my travel pack slung over one shoulder. The memory was still vivid, Seraphina's heat scent flooding the manor, driving every unmated male insane with need. I had fought it for hours before my control snapped and I found myself outside her door, clawing at the wood like a feral beast.Dimitri had dragged me off personally, eyes blazing with fury, and given me a choice. Leave voluntarily or be exiled by force.I had chosen to leave. Barely. Now I was back for the coronation, because despite everything, Mikhail Volkov kept his word. Dimitri was still my Alpha and my brother, even if I had wanted to fuck his mate at the time.The d
NatashaI was good at being invisible. Years of practice had perfected the art of moving through rooms unnoticed, of helping without drawing attention, of existing in the spaces between other people's lives. I was the quiet healer. The helpful sister. The woman no one really looked at twice and it was safer that way.I had built my entire existence around being useful but unremarkable. I tended the sick, organized events and smoothed over conflicts. Dimitri relied on me in his absent-minded way, grateful for my assistance but never really seeing me. Seraphina was kind and appreciative, but I was simply part of the household machinery that kept things running, and that was fine. I preferred it.Being noticed meant questions. Attention meant scrutiny, and scrutiny meant someone might see the rot festering inside me. The twisted desires I kept locked away inthe darkest corners of my soul.So when Seraphina casually mentioned that Mikhail was returning for the coronation, I had barely
SeraphinaThe pack house was absolutely chaotic. Servants rushed through corridors carrying bolts of silk, flower arrangements and polished silver. The air hummed with frantic energy as the pack prepared for tomorrow's coronation ceremony. My coronation. Luna of the Blue Howl Pack, officially bound to Dimitri before our entire community.I should have felt excited and honored. Instead, I felt overwhelmed by the sheer magnitude of details demanding my attention."Seraphina, the seamstress needs you for final adjustments," called Marie, one of the older she-wolves who had taken it upon herself to coordinate everything. "And the caterers are arguing about the wine selection. Also, someone needs to approve the seating arrangements because apparently the Blackwood delegation can't sit near the—""I'll handle the seating." Came a soft voice from behind me.I turned to find Natasha approaching with her usual quiet grace, her dark hair pulled back in a simple braid. Dimitri's adopted siste
DimitriThe morning after our wild night, I had business to attend to. It was unpleasant business, but it was necessary.Ruth knelt in the center of the dungeon, chains binding her wrists and ankles. She looked up as I approached, and I saw the moment fear truly registered in her eyes. Good. She should be afraid. What she did was unforgivable."Alpha," She whispered. "Please, I—""Silence," My voice echoed off the stone walls and it was cold and absolute. "You poisoned my mate. You conspired to harm her, to undermine the sacred bond between true mates. Do you deny this?"Her mouth opened and closed, but no sound came out. She couldn't deny it. The evidence was in plain sight for everyone to see."For your crimes against the pack, against my mate, and against me," I continued, my voice devoid of emotion, "I strip you of your wolf."The scream that tore from her throat was inhuman. The pack's shaman stepped forward, beginning the ancient ritual that would sever Ruth's connection to her
Dimitri"Let me help you," Seraphina murmured, her hand still wrapped around my aching cock. Her touch was driving me insane, her soft fingers stroking me with increasing confidence.Every instinct screamed at me to say yes, to let her take me in that perfect mouth, or better yet, to sink into her tight pussy and fuck her until we both passed out, but the rational part of my brain, the part still worried about her health won out."No," I said firmly, gently removing her hand even though it physically hurt to do so. "You need rest.""But you're—""I'm fine," It was a complete lie. My cock was so hard it was painful, my balls tight and aching for release, but I could handle it. I had survived worse. "Come on, let's actually wash and get you to bed."She pouted but didn't argue further, letting me soap her body with gentle hands. Even that was torture. Running my hands over her soft skin, her full breasts, the curve of her ass. By the time we finished, I was pretty sure my cock had tur







