The queen was of course majestic and beautiful in a regal way. Dressed in dark purple, the finest of it all. Her husband, Thapelo, dressed in a dress coat, embroidered beautifully to stop just above his ankles. Inside had silk pants that were of the finest material. It was like stepping right into a Victorian-era world. “Hey dad, hey mom, how are you people.”
Ryan said as he moved to kiss her mother on the face and greet his father. His mother stood from the table holding his ears. “You sure do know how to stay away huh, I always say come home soon and then you say you will and weeks go by like that. Today I am going to beat your ass.” That had of course been the norm between the two. The palace servants were already used to it though of course Ryan always pretended that his ear hurt. “Mom stop, you are embarrassing me I’m already grown up,” Ryan said as he held his mom’s hand... “ouch, you will give scars to this handsome son of yours.”
She did leave his ear but not before smacking his butt. Moving from there he of course acted disgruntled and complained to his father.
“Dad why is mom always beating me up, you have to tell her that I’m grown up.” His father was of course holding his smile from within, though Ryan knew the man enjoyed seeing his wife play around with him. “Estella he really is a big man now, you’ve got to stop hitting him,” Thapelo said as he winked at his son.
From there the maids set a bouquet of food, that had of course been hunted from within. Sometimes in his twisted mind, he thought that Chinese with their sushi were the closest people to werewolves.
He had really missed home, and in as much as he had done his own deal of mistakes, he had never felt out of the home. There he could be anything he was not in the outside world. It was where he could breathe and be free. He missed his evening runs. The competition made his blood rush, his vigor renewed.
As they made small talk on the table, his mom of course could not help but ask about his love life. On opening that side of the talk, he felt the need to be a bit private with the conversation so after cutting them off lightly, he suggested that after the meal they meet in their private chamber for a talk. When you were royalty, you had to be careful. This is because anything could be used to put your pack in imminent danger.
The rest of the time was of course spent in amiable talk. The pack’s territory had been on the expanse, although the Victorians had been proving troublesome. They had killed some of their spies that they had reinforced in their territory. Apart from that, they had been very brutal with the wolves from this pack. Last week, they had sent a group of scouts into the forest for some game hunting. They had come back wounded, one of them on the brink of death. This had been an open provocation and if they took this lying down, then their authority in the land would be questioned.
So, in this period of time, they had been pretty tense. The pack warriors were in the strict regimen for training. The warriors had to be coordinated in their way of doing things if they were to have a head over anything. The warriors could be heard doing their routine in the barricades. Thankfully the forest was the best place to be doing their training.
They headed to the private chamber immediately after they were done eating where they locked themselves in. “Speak up son, what is eating your mind,” Estella said as she looked at him. “Please sit mom and dad so that we can talk. “Can someone mark their partner in a dream?” Ryan asked as he looked potently at his parents. At this, his parents looked at each other, weirded out. They had never heard of anything like that.
“No son, one cannot mark someone in a dream, that has never happened before in history. Why do you ask, did something like that happen?” Thapelo asked as he grew more intrigued.
“Okay dad, there was this peculiar event that happened while I was working, so this girl called Leila, walked into our interview and she was apparently a werewolf. She has been alone for the past years that she has turned into a wolf it's entirely surprising. We had this instant attraction that had my inner wolf almost come out immediately. If not for exercising steel control, my fellow workmates would have known the truth about me.
Now that was not the only thing that happened. That night as I slept, she appeared in my dream, and then we found ourselves changing into our wolves. Before I knew it, I had marked her right there in the dream. I woke up feeling disoriented, remembering every single part of that dream. What was strange was that when she came into work today, she had those marks. The instant she got into my office, we both changed almost as though we had no will over ourselves.
I felt myself go over to her and lick away at the bite as a subconscious reaction and the bite mark went away. After that, we were able to get back into our senses and turn into our human selves. That was when I realized that whatever had happened in that dream had been a reality. Part of the reason I am here is to find out why things would happen as they did dad
“You are my vixen, Lisa; I simply can’t get enough of you.” How about I cancel those plans I have. Ryan said as he blew some warm air along her vertebrae.“Ha-ha babe, you were the one who said we would go.”“I know, but now I just want to sleep with you.” Ryan said though he was cursing himself out for planning anything. If not, wouldn’t he be spending more time on the bed with her.“Okay, now I’m going to bathe, and you are not allowed to follow me.” Lisa said, already in a chipper mood. There was a saying that women should not be physically beaten but should be beaten in the bed. It was exactly like that for Lisa because when she came from the shower this time, she looked happy and sated, not spooky and ready to fight. “Babe, can’t we not go,” Ryan asked as he stood to stand near her.“Ha-ha Ryan, you can’t be serious. We are going and right now. Now get dressed.”“Okay love,” Ryan said as he kissed her forehead. Hugging her slightly, he could not he
Her derriere seemed to be begging him for a taste as she moved up the stairs. Damn, even the trousers he was on were proving to be too tight. Watching her disappear beyond the stairs he found himself going after her. it was as though she had this eternal pull on his heart that made it beat for her exclusively.He set the clothes he had chosen for her by the bed while he also took his time to change out of his clothes. He had taken some thought into their relationship and what he feared was their relationship ever becoming stale. He could hear the water running in the bathroom and her really offkey singing. Just as he was getting his shirt past his head, he saw the bathroom door open and apparently, she had forgotten to carry her towel. The gasp of surprise drew his attention as her sweet ripe body was full on display with the water beads covering her silky skin. She looked like a rose plucked in the morning, the dew marking it with condensed dots of moisture that made one want to lic
Leila had watched the man fight what looked like a vampire until he had dropped down exhausted. His arm and face torn. He was fast loosing consciousness and she knew if she did not attend to him, he would die. Yet she could not ignore her curiosity towards the man. A man who could fight a vampire to death was dangerous and what was he even doing out here. She knew that she had been outside of the pack for quite some time and she had to return but honestly, she dreaded going back. The Damian guy was seriously getting under her skin with all those innuendoes and she was honestly scared he did not know what a no meant. He kept on trying to piss off Ryan each and every moment by trying to hit on her. the good thing was that her eq was above average, though it was great observing a jealous husband or rather mate.The guy could get easily riled up whenever it came it to her just like yesterday. They had decided to go for a run only for alpha Damian to also want to tag along. Looking at Rya
She was too tiny and there was no wrapping his mind about the fact that she was human and she looked weak. So, it was very irrational the kind of pull that she had on him, almost claiming her with uncontrollable lust and desire. Every moment she writhed within his arms sent spurts of pleasure and desire down his body. One of his men came up to him and he swore he was nearly growling when he realized that he was looking at her.“What do we do about her sir, she is human and she needs to mate soon, otherwise she might end up dead? The dose in her Is too high.”“What and you think I don’t know that Aslay? I do which is why I don’t know what to do.” Lexi said as he bit back at Aslay, irrationally irate.“Well since she Is human, we can always find a man to mate with her?”At the mention of another man, Alexandria’s mind created all sorts of scenarios in his head and he was sure that he liked none of them. The very image of another man touching her sent him into a frenzy. “No, we will not
Through her eyelashes, she was able to spot the wide trousers that adorned the steps of whoever had gotten inside the house. Closing the door behind him, the man inched slowly towards her, his mouth transforming into a lascivious smile that made his already ugly face even uglier. The thick moustache that covered his mouth made one unable to even see the movement of his lips. The man was fat and short, a protruding belly preceding him.Loise could feel nausea clambering against her passion filled mind at his sight. The man looked ugly for all she could think of. And the thought of the dirty old man defiling her made her want to die. The man walked even closer to her, watching her struggle to untie herself from the ropes that held her hands behind her back. Struggling even more frantically as she sought to fight off every desire that was rising within her, the flimsy gown that covered her exposed her long legs.Whistling loudly, the man stepped closer to her. “Man,
Several years ago, down the memory lane. Louise trembled as she felt the still like hands enclosing her arms. Everything was going on too fast. She had not even been able to cross the sitting room, because as she had dropped stealthily to go out, the lights had been snapped back on in a blinding radiance that caused her to stop, momentarily paralyzed as fear cascaded into her very being, the concept of being caught causing cold sweat to drop at her back down the shoulder blades. Then the men that were currently holding her in vice like grips had appeared and held her back down, exerting mounting pressure on her hands. She felt as though she was on autopilot. Everything was happening too fast. She could feel her eyes smarting as the very dream of freedom was extinguished before her very own eyes. Even struggling felt to be of no use. Was she going to be used as a sexual offering to that filthy old man? Was this her destiny? The two men dra