Masuk🪷ISORA🪷The walk back to the pack from the cabin had been quiet, the kind of quiet that did not need to be filled with words because everything that needed to be said had already been said with hands and mouths and the way he had growled my name when he came. I could still feel the echo of it in my chest, the vibration of his voice rolling through me like thunder, and every time I thought about it, my thighs pressed together and my face went hot.Now I was in my room, standing in front of the small mirror hanging on the wall, and I was smiling at myself like a fool. My lips were still slightly swollen and my hair was still tangled from his hands and there was a flush on my cheeks that had nothing to do with the cold and everything to do with the memory of him falling apart because of me.I had never seen Adrian lose control like that. I had never heard him make those sounds, low and rough and desperate, like he was trying to hold back and failing. His hands in my hair, his hips thru
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😈AZRIAN😈"How many times do I have to tell you not to call her sacred name with your filthy mouth?" I growled, my voice low and deadly as I turned to face the guard who had dared to speak Isora's name.The guard dropped to his knees so fast that I heard the crack of bone against stone. His forehead pressed to the floor and his whole body trembled and I could smell the fear rolling off him in waves, sharp and satisfying."I am sorry, my lord," he said, his voice muffled by the ground. "I meant no disrespect. I was only delivering the message you requested. Please, my lord, I did not mean—""Go hang yourself," I said, turning my back on him.I did not wait to see if he would obey. He would because no one wants me to kill them myself. If he was too weak to follow an order, he was too weak to serve me, and death was the only release I granted to those who disappointed me.The three omega servants on the bed had stopped touching themselves. They were staring at the guard with wide eyes a
😈AZRIAN😈The omega beneath me was crying.Her tears ran down her temples and disappeared into her dark hair and her body jerked with every thrust I drove into her. I had my hand pressed over her mouth to keep her quiet but the screams still came through, muffled and wet and desperate, and the sound of them made my cock harder."Please," she choked out against my palm. "Please, my lord, it hurts—"I did not answer her. I fucked her harder.She was not the first omega I had taken and she would not be the last. Her tears did not move me and her pain did not register and her begging was nothing but fuel for the fire burning in my chest. I closed my eyes and I imagined Isora beneath me.I had seen her first through the bond during the red moon at Winterfell, when she was unconscious and vulnerable and her mind was open to me. I entered her dreams and I stood in the shadows of her subconscious and I watched her sleep. She was lying on her side with her dark hair spread across the pillow a
🐺ADRIAN🐺 I had lost. That was the simple, complete truth of what was happening—I had lost whatever version of this I had been managing, had lost it somewhere between her looking up at me and the specific, devastating warmth of her mouth, and what was left on the other side of that losing was not something I had a clean category for because I had not been here before. She has no idea what she’s doing. That’s the part that’s going to kill me. She has no idea, she is figuring this out in real time, improvising with the focused, careful attention she brings to everything, and it is the most devastating thing I have ever experienced in my life and I have experienced a great deal. I grabbed her hair and guided her rhythm, pulling her down onto me, watching her take more of me into her mouth, and fuck, I had never felt this way before in my entire life. Women had sucked me before. Women had put their mouths on me and tried to please me and failed. I had felt nothing. The mechanical a
🪷ISORA🪷 The wood floor was cold under my knees and the fire crackled behind me and Adrian was standing in front of me with his hands at his sides and his eyes dark and unreadable. I had dropped to the ground and I was looking up at him and I could see the pulse beating in his throat and the way his chest rose and fell with each breath he took. "What are you doing?" He asked. I placed my index finger against my lips. "Shhh." Something moved in his face. Not amusement exactly but adjacent to it, the movement of a man who has received an instruction he did not expect and is deciding what to do with it I reached for the waistband of his pants and my hands were shaking and I could feel my heart pounding in my chest and between my legs. I had never done this before. I had never seen a man's cock let alone touched one let alone put my mouth on one. But I wanted to. I wanted to feel him in my hands and on my tongue and I wanted to hear the sounds he would make when I pleased him. I pu
🪷ISORA🪷I waited thirty more minutes before making my move.My mind kept circling back to what I'd heard Beta Garrick say earlier.Medicine...full moon. Adrian is sick?What kind of sickness required medicine and had something to do with the full moon?I filed it awa
🐺ADRIAN🐺It wasn't that I wanted to protect Isora from Damon.I didn't care, actually.Damon used females as sex slaves, everyone knew that. His pack was notorious for it. And if he wanted to proposition one of my servants, that was his problem, not mine.Except it wasn't me
🪷ISORA🪷I finished making the cookies and juice exactly as ordered—perfectly golden cookies arranged on a silver tray, fresh orange juice in a crystal pitcher. My hands moved mechanically, but my mind was somewhere else entirely.It was like he read my thoughts.How did h
🪷 ISORA 🪷I struggled for air, my hands clawing desperately at his wrist, but Adrian's grip was iron.Unyielding. Merciless.Black spots danced at the edges of my vision. My lungs screamed. My body thrashed uselessly, my feet kicking at nothing but air.But what made it wo







