LOGINAriana Black is rejected by Alpha Lucas Klein, who in turn chooses another woman to be his mate and Luna. Ariana leaves that place for good, vowing to herself, never to come back. But destiny has other plans for her. Four years later, Alpha Lucas is knocking at her door requesting her help. He needs her by his side to fight off a group of vampires who have killed his pack members and caused chaos in the pack. What he doesn’t expect is that she is married to another man and is pregnant now. Will she help him or will she revenge the pain she has faced?
View MoreWhile he was in high school, Luke discovered that church was a great place to meet girls. He was surprised at how easy it was to get these innocent, teenaged church girls in bed. In three years he went out with several and they were usually having sex with him by the end of the second date. Now he was in college and met a lot of hot coeds, but churches were still his favorite place to meet women.
The church he was attending was in the college town where he went to school. During the first semester he dated three girls he met at that church and had sex with all of them. Gossip spread to the other women in the church that he had a big cock and knew how to use it. He started to quietly get a lot of attention from women in the church and community. They weren't just high school or college girls either. Women in their late twenties and early thirties were flirting with him and some of them were even married. The more women he fucked the more his reputation as a great lover grew. Luke had all of the pussy he could handle. The church hired a new pastor and on Sunday after church the ladies of the congregation had a big dinner to welcome him and his wife. When Luke was introduced to them, he immediately got hard when he met the pastor's wife. Angela was almost as tall as he was, her face striking rather than beautiful with high cheek bones, smooth skin and a firm jaw. She had deep blue sparkling eyes that seemed full of happiness. Her face and personality were those of someone who makes you smile and think you'd like to know them better. Her shoulder-length hair fluttered in the breeze as she shook his hand. She was wearing a loose grey skirt that swirled around her hips as she walked. There was no way the loose skirt could completely disguise the firm curves of her ass. Her blouse was a white, women's dress shirt with the cuffs unbuttoned and slightly rolled back to expose her forearms. The shirt wasn't tight, but the size and shape of her breasts forced the fabric to stand out in front of her and drew unwanted attention to their fullness as they bounced slightly with each step she took. When his eyes rose back to her face he saw her full lips looked as if their main purpose in life was to be wrapped around a cock, even though he doubted they had ever touched one. She smiled and her cheeks curved into dimples as her hand lifted to remove a strand of hair that had blown into the corner of her mouth. The men were stealing discrete looks at her, but she was used to that and pretended not to notice. Luke had never been so instantly attracted to a woman, but she was married to the new pastor. He knew he didn't have a chance with her. Angela probably believed adultery was a mortal sin and would never cheat on her husband. After the dinner, Angela and her husband returned to their new home at the parsonage. When he went into his office she came up behind him and encircled his waist with her arms. Her hands slid sensually over his belly while she kissed the side of his neck. Her breath flowed warmly over his ear as she whispered, "Let's initiate our new bedroom." He shrugged out of her embrace. "Not now Angela. I have to write next Sunday's sermon." Angela wasn't willing to give up yet. They hadn't made love in over a month. She stepped close and embraced him as she looked up into his eyes. Her breasts pressed against his chest as she begged, "You have all week to work on that. Please Honey, make love to me." He put his hands on her shoulders and gently pushed her away. "Maybe later. I want to work right now." Turning away from her he sat down behind his desk and opened his computer. Tears filled her eyes as he dismissed her needs again. Slowly she turned away and left the room. Angela's sex life with her first husband was active and fulfilling. He seemed as if he couldn't get enough of her. The only thing that kept them from being completely happy was their lack of children. They started trying after being married a year, but without success. They went to a doctor and were devastated to find out that her husband was sterile. They were applying to adopt a child when Angela's life was shattered. Her husband was killed in a car accident. It took a couple of years, but Angela started getting her life back together. She wasn't dating again, but she was open to that if they right man came along. Angela's best friend was very religious and convinced her to come to church with her. When she met the pastor there, she was immediately smitten. Bob was in his early thirties, handsome and had charisma. He was also attracted to her. They started dating and a year later they got married. Bob was a passionate presence in the pulpit, but he never brought any of it to their bed. He believed that sex should only occur between a husband and wife and insisted on waiting until they were married to have sex. On their wedding night they consummated their marriage and for a few months he gave in to his new wife's desires and had sex with her a couple of times a week. Angela had a strong sex life with her first husband and enjoyed orgasms regularly, but she quickly discovered that wouldn't be happening with Bob. For him, sex was just his duty as a husband and a part of marriage. His idea of making love was to always use the missionary position and he only focused on himself. He would put his cock inside her and pump for a couple of minutes until he ejaculated. After he reached orgasm, he would roll over and go to sleep. Angela was always left totally unsatisfied. She tried to introduce him to other positions and oral sex, but he thought they were sinful. To get any sexual relief Angela finally resigned herself to going into another room as he slept and masturbating herself to orgasm. Now they had been married for ten years and hadn't had sex in seven months. He never seemed to notice anything she did to make herself more attractive for him and she decided that to do it for him, the effort would not be worth it. Since he had never shown much interest in sex, Angela was sure he wasn't cheating on her, but she knew she needed more. Women in church gossip as much or even more than other women. It wasn't long before Angela started to hear rumors about Luke's big cock and his sexual skills. His ability to drive women to orgasms that were so hard, deep and long, every woman he had ever been with wanted more. Just hearing about how amazing the sex was with him made her tremble with desire. She kept telling herself that not only was she married, but her husband was the pastor and she must resist temptations of the flesh, but every time she saw Luke her nipples hardened and her labia swelled with a primal hunger that had gone unsatisfied for too long. Tuesday was Bob's birthday and Angela was desperate for attention from him. She knew how sexy lingerie affected most men and she decided to give it a try. She went to a mall in a neighboring town and bought a set that she thought would set any man's libido on fire. She made her husband his favorite lunch for his birthday. As he ate she went into their bedroom and put on the lingerie. Covering it with her robe she came into the dining room just as he was finishing his lunch. "Honey I have a special surprise dessert for you." Opening her robe she let it slide to the floor. Striking a sexy pose she smiled and said, "Happy Birthday!”The world between dream and waking was hazy, yet somehow brighter than reality itself. When I opened my eyes, the first thing I felt wasn’t fear, but warmth. My body was heavy with exhaustion, yet my heart—oh, my heart was full. Tears slipped down the corner of my eyes even before I realized why. Memories that weren’t mine lived inside me, whispering through my veins like blood carrying a thousand years of longing. Seraphina’s life. Her pain. Her love. Her desperate cries for her child. And finally, her peace when the Moon Goddess had held her and promised her a better life.I had seen it all. Lived it all.And now I knew—her better life was me.A shaky breath left my lips, my hand instinctively going to my belly. The faint swell beneath my palm pulsed with promise, the third heartbeat
Shane’s voice faded into silence, the story ending like a candle guttering out in a room too heavy with shadows. I sat there frozen, staring at her as though her words were still weaving themselves into the air around me. My throat felt raw, my chest heavy, and yet the ache that spread through me wasn’t only sorrow. It was something else—a strange, unexpected peace, tangled with grief.Seraphina. Her story was not just words, not just fragments of a past long buried—it was her life. Her pain. Her stolen joy. And for the first time, I felt the full weight of it.Tears burned at the corners of my eyes, and I didn’t bother wiping them away. I let them fall, let them trail down my skin. Maybe I owed her that. Maybe I owed her far more.
Silence.It was the kind that stretched endlessly, as though the world itself had gone mute. I stood upon what looked like endless clouds, pale and silver, shimmering beneath a sky that had no sun and no moon. My feet did not sink, nor did they move, yet somehow I was standing, breathing—though I was certain breath no longer belonged to me.I was dead.The thought struck me not with fear, but with an aching hollowness that spread through me like frost. I pressed a hand against my chest where once a heart had pounded restlessly, yearning, breaking, surviving. Now there was nothing. Only silence.And yet, even here, beyond the veil, my eyes were not allowed to rest. They sought something—someone. My child. The one who had not even taken his first breath, the li
It had been a month. A month of nights when the silence felt too vast, when her voice should have filled these walls but never did. A month of mornings when a child’s soft cry was the only thing that tethered me to this world. He was not mine by blood, not mine by right, yet the moment she had placed him in my arms, with that broken whisper—take him, promise me he will live—something inside me shifted.From that day, he was my son.I sat in the garden now, the late afternoon sun spilling across the stone paths, warming the cradle that swayed gently beside me. His tiny chest rose and fell in rhythm, fist curled against his cheek, lips parted as though he were smiling at some secret dream. Her dream.






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