"Quick, Gerald, grab the necklace from her room," Iliana ordered. Gerald did as his wife asked and disappeared within the blink of an eye. "Lowena?" Iliana crouched; her daughter was entirely transformed. Lowena was a red wolf with emerald green eyes. The alpha in her is contributing to her massive size and rapid transformation. "Lowena?" Iliana hushed, her daughter eye level with her. "You're beautiful." Iliana smiled, a tear of joy trickling down her cheek at the sight of her magnificent child. "I knew you'd be an alpha, in your own right, but your presence alone speaks volumes. You're destined for great things." Can you hear me?- Lowena's Luna asked. "What's happening?" Lowena whimpered. Don't worry, we're bonded now. "What do you mean?" Suddenly, Lowena took off, unable to control where her body was taking her. Everything became a blur, the sound of her parent shouting in the distance for her return to no avail. When she finally slowed down at a pond o
"I remember Cameron, granted, I didn't interact with him often. I suspect that's because Tanya only wanted Zeus around him. From the sounds of it, Zeus turned Cameron into him," Roy commented. I huffed in frustration, "That's not why I'm asking, do you think he has actual evidence to back up his claims, or is he grasping at straws?" Roy, silently pacing while sipping his whiskey, had a flash of guilt in his eyes. "Don't-" "I'm not apologizing for that night," he interrupted. My mouth opened, but no sound came. "I'm sorry for not warning you ahead of time. I never knew Reign would hit you like he did," he concluded. "Th-that's what you feel apologetic about? Reign's actions? Not your own?" I stammered. Roy placed his empty glass upon the desk in his study, his eyes steadily locked onto mine. "I don't regret my actions, for I did nothing to you." Folding my arms over my chest, I manically chuckled, "You did nothing?" "Not to you, no," he stated, "Yes, I set you
I pressed my tongue to my cheek. How long had this sneaky bastard been following me for? Then again, I never thought of myself as someone important enough to follow in the first place. My socialite status meant nothing to me. "You seem to know so much, Detective. Why don't you say what you think happened?" I taunted. He couldn't make me say a damn thing; all he could prove was that we were in a house, not at the same time. This inexperienced young man didn't think to process the access to Roy's backyard/dock. I coyly lean onto my forearms, purposely exposing my cleavage. Cameron took the bait, sharply inhaling while running his fingers through his already slicked-back hair. "I think you know exactly where he is, and you both are planning something," Cameron said. I smirked. I knew it. He had nothing on me. That bleak, vague statement confirmed my suspicions. This is going to be fun, the dark voice slithered back into my mind. "That's quite the assumption, Detectiv
"You act like you've never come before," I commented. "I-I," Iris panted, "I haven't- only with a toy." I froze. We were so similar. "So you're saying I'm the first person to get you off?" I cunningly smiled. Iris's cheeks flushed red, her body still splayed and exposed to me. If I wanted to, I could have my way with her right here and now. I could keep her bedridden for days, lying in her cum, until she's broken in. On second thought, doing those things could frighten her away due to her lack of experience. Fuck, decisions, decisions. I look at the slightly translucent cream on my fingers before locking eyes with Iris. "Yes," she confirmed. I leaned over her, victorious, dominant. It drove me crazy. But I didn't want her to touch me, I wanted to fuck her, then have a man fuck me. How come the thought of fucking her brings me thrill and joy, but the idea of her touching me doesn't get me excited? Perhaps her inexperience? The feeling of her thighs trembling against
"This is your home?" Iris asked, following me into my loft. "I mean it's beautiful, but I'm sure you can afford something bigger and nicer than this." I chuckled, "I had this place before it all. The money, the people, the connections. This was mine before everything changed." Iris nodded, looking around the vintage scene, lost as if in a time warp. "I like it." "Do you?" I joked. Once situated, I poured the two of us a glass of whiskey. Iris accepted with a smile and took a massive chug from its contents. I sat on the couch beside her, silently sipping my drink. While we sat, it dawned on me that I was now Callista, and Iris was the young, inexperienced me. I couldn't help but let a chuckle with a smile. How times have changed. It seems only yesterday that I was sitting there, confused, anxious, nervous, and excited. What would it be like to feel those things for the first time again? Am I right? "What?" Iris smiled back, drinking more. I sighed, "About fifteen years
Who the Hell did he think he was? I sat there at my desk, frustrated and angry at the entire situation. Reign is alive; Roy knew about it, so why am I so upset? Do I care? Why would I care? I seized my glass of whiskey and downed its contents continually, trying everything to dull the pain. The image of what Reign had done to me the night before continued to flash in my mind at random. The thought of him touching me made my skin crawl. "Fuck!" I hollered, throwing the crystal glass across the room, shattering on the wall beside Iris, who was standing in my doorway. "Oh!" Iris exclaimed, "Are you okay?" "Fuck!" I repeated, slamming both fists upon my desktop. My heart began to race as adrenaline started pumping through my veins. I grunted in frustration, throwing more things off my desk. I saw Iris press her tongue to her cheek before closing my office door, latching it shut behind her. "How can I help?" she offered. I huffed, pacing back and forth angrily, "I want to