"Take your hands off my mate, Ryder." Gwendolyn turned sharply, spotting Kieran walking towards them. His eyes were focused on her, those ruby orbs swirling with intensity. Ryder grinned and stepped away, holding his hands up in mock surrender. "I meant no harm." He chuckled. "She's just simply irresistible." Kieran got to where they stood and immediately pulled Gwendolyn against him. She gasped as his hands went around her torso, just below her breasts."She is, isn't she?" He murmured, but his eyes held a hidden warning, and Ryder immediately got the hint. "I'll leave you two alone." He said and stepped back. "Make sure everything is in order. The ceremony starts soon." Kieran instructed. "As you wish." Ryder's gaze strayed over to Gwendolyn for a brief second before he turned and walked away. She finally released the breath she had been holding. "You can let go now." She murmured. But Kieran didn't release her. He whirled her around to face him, his grip tightening around
The grand hall was filled to the brim with Wildings and werewolves, creatures from all over the realm. The roof of the hall was open, making the sky and the full moon visible. On one side of the room was a banquet table, filled with numerous food and wine meant for the guests. When Gwendolyn stepped into the hall, all eyes turned towards her. The chatter died down a little as whispers flew around. She ignored the stares and whispers and walked further into the hall. Kieran mentioned she would have to earn their respect, and she would. These people will not make her feel self-conscious. She moved towards the table and poured a glass of wine, turning around to sip it. The guests were turning away from her now, still whispering amongst themselves. It made her feel uncomfortable. She needed someone to talk to. Luckily, she spotted Julian walking her way, his face twisted into a dark frown. He had changed into formal wear, a black sleeveless shirt, dark pants and glossy boots. "Jul
The Moon Ceremony was held in the pack's grand hall.The grand hall was decorated beautifully. Wild flowers were strewn along the walls, and glittering lights illuminated the inside of the hall. Wildings and werewolves from several packs arrived, dressed impeccably for the ceremony. There was a full moon in the sky, a full round disc, sending its silvery glow to the earth. Gwendolyn stood before the mirror in Kieran's bedroom, gazing at her reflection. She could hardly recognize the beautiful woman who stared back at her. It had been a long time since she got dolled up for an occasion. The last time she put on a pretty gown was on the day she turned sixteen, the day she was crowned the princess of her pack. Yet here she was, looking absolutely beautiful and stunning. Kieran had ordered a luxurious gown for her, made from the finest silks. It was deep red, the colour of blood. The sleeves were short, hanging off her slender shoulders, with a neckline so now it showed off her clea
The Moon Ceremony arrived quicker than Gwendolyn expected. After that moment of passion she shared with Kieran, she avoided him. She pretended to be asleep when he came into the room at night, and before he woke up in the morning, she left the room. Thankfully, Kieran respected her unspoken wish and didn't try going close to her. He kept his distance too, and even when he knew she wasn't asleep whenever he entered the room at night, he pretended he didn't know. She wasn't avoiding him because he offended her. She was keeping her distance because he was a threat to her sanity. Her body betrayed her whenever he was close. One look from him sent her into a spiraling web of chaos and desire. A single touch set her ablaze, and the urge to be claimed by him was getting increasingly difficult to ignore. She needed to think clearly, and she couldn't do that whenever he was close to her. After she climaxed to his finger two days ago, she came to the conclusion that he had some sort of ho
Gwendolyn struggled to keep up with Kieran's strides, but he was too fast, and his legs were too long. He stepped into the pack house and yanked her forward, making her hit her head on the doorpost. "Fuck! Let me go!" She cursed, wrenching her arm out of his grip. "Can't I leave you alone for one minute without you getting in trouble?" He yelled angrily at her. "Oh don't you fucking blame me, Kieran!" She yelled back. "I told you they hated me. I told you they didn't respect me!""How about you work on your temper and try being nice for once!""I tried to be nice and look where it got me!" She screamed, her voice turning hysterical. "Face it, Kieran. Your people will never see me as anything but their enemy. Kane would kill me if he had the chance, and those girls literally sent me to my death when they made me go to that cottage. They knew exactly what they were doing!""That's it! You're not stepping out of this house ever again!""You've got to be fucking kidding me!" She snapp
Gwendolyn froze at the door, her hand wrapped around the doorknob, her eyes wide. A bed stood in the middle of the living area, chained to the wall. On the bed were three Wildings, two men and a young woman. They were naked and sweaty, their limbs tangled over one another. Fucking. The women lay on her back, her legs spread apart, her hands restrained above her head. A strip of leather covered her eyes, and her mouth hung open in a breathless gasp. The two men ravaged her body, taking turns with her. One of them held her thighs, pounding his cock rhythmically inside her, a wet squelching sound emitting each time he withdrew. The other one lay beside her, his face buried in the curve of her neck, his hands fondling her breasts roughly. He raised his head suddenly, his eyes closed, blood trailing down the sides of his mouth. A second later, he lowered his head again and sank his fangs into the same spot, feeding from her. That was when Gwendolyn realized what she had walked into